Chapter 431 The situation has changed, it seems that it has not changed
After walking through the stone street and seeing the graffiti wall, the rest of the trip felt a bit boring.
At about four o'clock in the afternoon, when the sky was still bright, the activities around the hotel came to an end for the time being. Again, if you are not here for shopping, there are really not many places worth visiting in Central, at least for Tang Dynasty.
That's right.
Of course, if you don’t have any clear goals, just go out and see the world, see different customs, and broaden your horizons, then it’s actually not bad. There are many ways and meanings of tourism. The aesthetics of the Tang Dynasty is just his aesthetics, not representative of
other.
Oh, a little thing happened in the middle, which was one of the reasons why their trip ended early.
At about 3:30 in the afternoon, we were a little tired from walking all the way. There were several cafes on the roadside. Li Xiaolin suggested that they go in to have a drink and take a rest. But when they were ordering food, something happened.
Somewhat unpleasant.
At that time, the short-haired tour guide named Ay went to the restroom, so the task of ordering food fell on Xiao Duan. This is a well-established workplace rule. When you come out with the leader, small things like ordering food and pressing the elevator button will naturally be handled by the team members.
The person with the lowest position is in charge.
Of course, this kind of rule is not absolute. It does not apply to Xie Wei and Li Xiaolin. They are not people who put on airs. On the contrary, they are mature and independent. They may do some small things that they can do without waiting for others to react.
.And if Xiao Duan takes the initiative to take over, he will be happy to see the success and will not refuse. After all, this may be an opportunity for the latter to perform, and there is no need to offend the good intentions of the employees.
Then something inexplicable happened, Xiao Duan was choked by the cafe waiter.
The general process was very simple. After learning about the tastes of Tang Chao and others, Xiao Duan told the waiter the coffee they needed. Since he didn't understand Cantonese, he spoke in Mandarin.
This is normal, but I didn't expect to get a response like "What are you talking about?" Xiao Duan was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the other party rolled his eyes and added a vague Cantonese sentence mixed with Bei Gu, which roughly meant:
The country bumpkin thought about it before he ordered it, then he muttered that it was a waste of time, abandoned the stunned people, and turned around to leave.
The matter is a small matter, not new, and there is no need to go online.
The poor attitude of Xiangjiang’s service industry is no longer a problem. Similar rumors have been heard before the Tang Dynasty. On the eve of departure, when the girl was helping to find relevant travel guides, she also saw several articles on the Internet about mainland tourists being raped by locals in Xiangjiang.
People ridiculed the news about discrimination. I didn’t pay attention to it at the time, but I didn’t expect that I would become a person involved so soon.
Of course, it should be noted that not all Xiangjiang service practitioners are like this, and there is no need to overturn everyone with one stroke.
But it has to be said that there are quite a few waiters like that one. It is impossible not to understand Mandarin. To put it bluntly, it is just looking down upon. There are three languages commonly used here, English, Cantonese, and Mandarin. This order is basically the same.
It's just that some local waiters watch the order in which people order their dishes.
Yes, it’s not just for tourists from the mainland. I don’t know where the confidence comes from. Some waiters and even locals who speak Cantonese look down upon it.
At this point, after the short-haired tour guide Ay came out of the bathroom and looked at the Tang Dynasty people who were looking at each other. After learning about this, he was furious and asked the waiter to comment. Then he was also choked, and the two of them had a big fight in the coffee shop.
It's evident.
Finally, of course, you can’t drink coffee, and there is no such thing as pretending to be a pig or eating a tiger, which is a popular follow-up, and it is unnecessary and impossible to do it.
After coming out of the coffee shop, the Tang Dynasty people were fine and their emotions were basically stable. Xiao Duan was a little sad at first, but after seeing the angry short-haired tour guide Ay who made several complaint calls in a row, he was still aggrieved and unwilling to give up.
, was a little shocked by its fighting power, and his anger was almost gone, and he even began to comfort the latter.
After a small incident, no one cared much about it. They just lost interest in continuing to hang out. After discussion, they decided to return to the hotel early.
As night falls, the crowds are bustling, the signs are everywhere, and the neon lights are dazzling. This is Xiangjiang.
Different from the daytime, Central at night is a little less refined and orderly, and a little more noisy and real. Especially on Wellington Street, the colorful signs of bars and nightclubs attract restless souls from all directions. Those in the daytime
Dress properly
The professional elites wearing ties took off their masks one after another and gathered together, adding a bit more excitement to this bustling city that never sleeps.
In comparison, around ten or eleven o'clock, the area around Shiban Street, which is relatively lively during the day, begins to gradually become quieter after the stalls are closed.
At about this time, in the corner of a certain graffiti wall on the street, a figure whose face could not be seen appeared quietly, walking silently along the shadow of the wall, like a night wandering ghost, whether it was illuminated by the street lights next to the road or above the traffic lights.
None of the surveillance cameras captured any trace of him.
After turning into a deep old street, the ghostly figure became even harder to find. Before walking very far, I suddenly paused, and there was no sound around me. I stood there quietly like a sculpture for about three minutes, and then moved forward again, with a clear goal.
Close to a mottled iron door.
This is obviously the back door of a building. As for what kind of building it is, if you can raise your vision and turn to another alley not far away, you will see a familiar Peace Dove Gate, which is exactly what Tang Chao saw in the afternoon.
Qingba was seized during the period.
Without moving the old-fashioned copper lock on the door, he only raised his hand and pressed the iron gate fence. The dark figure rose up like a large bat, nimbly crossed the blue brick wall, and disappeared in an instant.
As if he was looking for something, the dark figure put on gloves, took out a low-light flashlight, and looked around in the back kitchen of the bar. If he hadn't jumped over the wall just now, he would have opened the cupboard and opened the pot, looking like he was extremely hungry.
He caught the homeless man who broke into the house.
Unable to find what he wanted to find in the kitchen, the dark figure was quite patient and gradually moved forward in the search. About five minutes later, he appeared in the main hall of the bar.
Scanning with a low-light flashlight, the small front hall was in a mess. The benches, tables and chairs, including the stylish solid wood bar, and the wine storage rack at the back, were all broken and collapsed. Drinks of various colors were spilled on the wooden floor.
, no one cleaned it up, and it was stained with mottled colors of unknown meaning, which coincided with the art paintings on the graffiti wall outside.
However, the visitor obviously did not have any artistic talent and ignored the weird colors on the floor. On the contrary, the dim light of the flashlight fell on the surrounding walls, especially those damaged areas where the original shape could not be seen and seemed to have been shoveled. The light lingered several times.
.
This is what is called professionalism. You can see the key points at a glance.
The numerous damages on the walls were originally the marks of bullets. As for why they are like this now, they should have been dealt with by the police in order to prevent unnecessary panic.
After a general observation, starting from the bar, the dark figure once again conducted a blanket search. The original appearance of the front hall was basically not changed, but every detail and corner was not missed. The technique was quite sophisticated. Unfortunately, after a full search, only a few business cards were found.
, and found nothing.
The visitor didn't show much disappointment, and he probably didn't have much hope either. After all, the place had been cleared by the police. He put away those business cards that were of no use, and was about to return the way he came from, when he suddenly froze.
, slowly turned his head and shined his flashlight on it. It was a decorative mural embedded entirely in the wall.
If you take a closer look, you will see that the content of the painting is unremarkable and requires no elaboration.
However, the dark figure seemed to be sure of something. He groped around the picture frame with his palm and found no gaps. After thinking for a moment, he directly reached out and removed the outer glass. The ordinary painting inside immediately fell down, along with it a piece of paper.
folded paper
Seeing this, the dark figure's eyes flashed, and he immediately reached out to grab it, but at this moment, a faint voice suddenly came into his ears. It was so clear that you could even feel the slight airflow of speaking words, brushing against the scorpion tattoo on his neck.
, the hair on the hair stood on end instantly
"Thank you, thank you for your hard work, but this is not what you should take."
It can be seen from the series of performances from entering the house to searching that the dark figure is definitely a professional. And how could such a person be quietly touched from behind without realizing it? This is extremely unreasonable.
Of course, now is not the time to dwell on this. Almost as soon as the first syllable of "Xie" was pronounced, the dark figure suddenly dwarfed. He neither rushed forward in panic nor took the risk of bumping back. The soles of his feet were motionless as if they were welded to the floor.
, at the same time, he arched his elbows, raised them sharply, and hit them back. The angle was impartial, and the tip of his elbows pointed directly behind him. In a short breath, he even found the vital part by listening to the sound and identifying the position.
It has to be said that the reaction speed of the dark figure is incredible.