"What is this? A set-top box remote control, or a mobile phone?"
At first glance, this thing looks crudely made. There is only a small button to pull out the antenna. It is a bit like the first-generation Motorola mobile phones in the 1990s that had the antenna pulled out with just one bite.
She said: "This is an electronic signal detonation switch I made. Times are progressing, and our northern gunners must also progress. If we only play with tradition like old man Ji, we will never make progress."
She set a seven-minute countdown on her mobile phone and whispered: "Waiting for seven minutes, waiting for the gas concentration to fully increase. Even if I make a mistake in detonating, the people in the house will die from the gas."
I asked in a low voice: "What if someone wakes up early?"
"If someone had to wake up, they would have come out long ago."
"Aunt Qing, the drug was hidden in the bag you threw away before? What's the reason?"
She put down the spoon, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Boy, do you understand electronic signaling?"
I shook my head.
"What about chemistry? What is the first component of the periodic table?"
"This me, seems to be sour?" I said.
I didn't mean to make a mistake by saying something wrong to tease her.
I really can't remember it. I forgot that sometimes the multiplication tables are wrong.
She shook her head: "I won't explain it to you, because you won't understand the principle even if I explain it. With your little ability, it would be impossible to do artillery work, which is the level of old man Ji."
"Don't say that, Ji Ba. Master Ji is very powerful. I've seen him do precise explosions and the "Lulu" he invented."
"Shit, can't I do it?"
Aunt Qing frowned and said, "Brother Jiu should have chosen me as his gunner instead of that old man. Compared with him, I can do better."
I didn't want to dwell on this topic, so I asked again: "One more thing, isn't the wallet you threw away this afternoon unnecessary, Aunt Qing? We could just put the wallet in the house, right? Put it wherever you want."
"What do you know? What is unnecessary?"
"Wang gave me the wallet the day before yesterday. He got it from one of Song Laosi's "rivals". Do you understand me? After thinking about it for a while, I figured it out.
There was a surveillance camera at the door, which could catch the woman picking up the wallet, but not Aunt Qing.
If you can't find it afterwards, just leave it like that and treat it as an accident.
If a capable police officer were to find out, they would eventually find out the owner of the wallet, and that person happened to be Song Si's nemesis.
This is a "maze" arranged in advance so that we can escape safely.
Soon, there is one and a half minutes left in the countdown.
My heart was counting down and beating.
The closer I got to the end, the more nervous I became.
"If you don't want to eat, the boss will pay."
After leaving ten yuan, Aunt Qing turned and left. I quickly followed.
After getting on the motorcycle, she said let's go.
I rode my motorcycle and took her slowly away from here, walking about two hundred meters.
Without looking back or without hesitation, she held up the homemade remote control with one hand and pressed it.
Just listen to "Bang!"
Several cars parked on the roadside were shaken and the sirens blared loudly!
That house, the first, second and third floors! All the glass exploded!
A large ball of open flame spurted out like a fire dragon!
Broken glass and all kinds of messy things were flying everywhere. It felt like an earthquake for an instant, and my motorcycle jolted!
Immediately afterwards, some people screamed in fear, and some screamed! Shouting: "Help! Someone is coming! It exploded! It exploded!"
In the early morning, the town of Shuangzhuang was in chaos.
There were shouts and shouts everywhere.
Listen to these voices coming from behind.
Aunt Qing was a little excited. She licked her lips and said, "You bunch of rubbish, please die."
I
I turned the accelerator hard while riding my bike, wanting to escape from this place of right and wrong as quickly as possible. The further away from here, the better. It’s best to leave Luoyang now!
I ran for several kilometers in a row.
I slowed down the car, gasped and asked, "Where are we going now? Where are we going to find Mr. Li and the others? How are we going back?"
Behind her, I could hear her cold voice saying: "Go back? Who said you were allowed to go back?"
"Where is this?"
"One is dead, and there are three others. Let's go and find out where they are staying."
"Still looking for it!"
I slammed on the brakes and stopped: "Aunt Qing, there was so much noise just now! Aren't you scared? You should avoid the limelight first!"
As soon as I said this, I vaguely heard the sound of fire trucks and police cars.
How could I not be afraid! Although I didn't bomb it! She was the mastermind in the whole process, and I was at best an accomplice who knew and failed to report it, but it still had something to do with me.
Listening to the sirens around her, her expression was calm and genuine.
The green dragon is entangled, or it is called the poisonous snake.
If anyone offends this woman, he may suffer eight lifetimes of bad luck and die with no trace of his body intact.
Seeing the sweat on my forehead, she frowned again and said, "You are such a weakling. You only do such a small thing. If Brother Jiu comes, he won't even move his eyelids."
"Why, what's in your eyes? Are you dissatisfied?"
"No, I'm not dissatisfied, Aunt Qing, I accept you." I said.
"cut."
"I know you are dissatisfied. If you dare to say it now, I will consider you a man."
After thinking about it, I said with a cold face: "Aunt Qing, I'm not a man, you can scold me all you want."
"That's right. Brother Tian took Aunt Luo on their honeymoon last time. Ever since Aunt Luo became wheelchair-bound, Brother Tian has held her in his hands every day. If he held her too high, he would be afraid of her melting. If he held her too low, he would be afraid of being cold. It's a good idea.
Tea, water, greetings, and a kiss on the mouth before I can sleep at night." After hearing what I said, her face turned dark instantly.
"You, you, boy! You don't have to be angry with me."
"From now on, if you dare to mention the name Luo again in front of me! I swear on the name of my parents, you are dead, and even Silver Fox can't protect you."
"Okay Aunt Qing, don't worry, I won't say anything anymore."
She closed her eyes, her chest rose and fell, and she took several deep breaths before slowly calming down. She must have been quite angry at what I just said.
I thought to myself: "Heh, you are a big bastard. You call me a man? I'll make you mad. Forget it. I, Brother Tian, won't bite you."
"Qing, did you tell me where to find Song Laosan?"
She thought for a while and said: "I went to the local cultural relics market and inquired, and they said they wanted to release the goods. Here in Luoyang, if high-level cultural relics want to flow out, they must pass through Song San's warehouse. If you find the warehouse, you can find his place of stay.
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This is true.
There is a sentence in the local newspaper that has been passed down to this day: "Antiques never leave the Song family."
Some people don't know "Song Qing", but when it comes to "Song Lao Da", everyone in the streets doesn't know it.
All good things can only be sold to the Song family warehouse at low prices. If someone doesn't follow the rules, the consequences will be serious.
It is rumored that there are several mysterious "Song Family Warehouses" in total. It is said that even if the Luoyang Museum wants to expand its collection, it has to go to the Song Family Warehouse to select goods.
It’s so awesome. Doesn’t Henan have a treasure appraisal column? The line is: “Please take your collection and board the treasure platform.”
Mr. Song was watching TV at home, so he pointed and said, "Go and bring me the things on the treasure table at the number."
Why is "Song's Warehouse" so awesome? I'll be vague.
Because there are more than a dozen shareholders behind it.
The total dividends received by these people every year exceed 100 million every year.
