Then a young girl wearing scantily clad clothes was put on the stage and started jumping, shouting, dancing and singing.
Gangzi himself has not been active in Lanzhou for a long time, but he has good connections. I asked him about this in the morning, and he called me at around 1 p.m. and replied to my message. I heard that the environment there was a bit noisy.
"Brother, as you said, I asked someone. Recently, a total of six song and dance troupes came from other places. Are they any dancing song and dance troupe, legendary song and dance troupe, posture song and dance troupe? None of them are called Blue Sky Song and Dance Troupe, but just now there was one
A little brother told me that he knew a Lantian singing class. They were probably from out of town and came here about three months ago. The singing class was full of old men who played the erhu and the suona. The youngest ones were all in their fifties.
Years old."
I was confused on the phone.
"Lantian Choir Class? Are they all old men?"
"What the hell, it shouldn't be this..."
"Where's the address? Brother Gang, do you have the specific address of this singing class?"
"I have a rough idea, but I don't know if the person is still there. I asked you to remember it."
"Near No. 116 Qingyang Road, in the downtown area, not far from Baldy's Sanyou Hotel."
"I also asked a lot of friends for you. Some people said that they saw the Blue Sky Singing Group nearby. I can only find out so much. If this group of people lives there, you have to go and see for yourself, brother."
Why is it there? I was surprised when I heard it. The Bald Sanyou Hotel is nearby, next to the Lanzhou Museum.
I said slowly, "Well, I understand Brother Gangzi, so I'm sorry to bother you. I'll treat you to a drink later."
"Haha, okay, then I'll hang up."
Soldiers need to be quick. If we want to find the woman who sent the text message, we have to be quick. The longer we delay, the worse it will be for us.
After hanging up the phone, I changed my clothes and asked Douyazai to go together to look for this Lantian singing class near Qingyang Road.
When we got there, we looked for the house number. No. 116 is the Yishen Courtyard on the south side of Qingyang Road. When we arrived, the two large iron doors were closed and locked. We asked some locals passing by and they told me that No. 116 is a large courtyard.
The courtyard used to be a rabbit factory where rabbits were raised. It closed down and was not rented out for two or three years. Grass grew in the courtyard.
Dou Sprout patted the iron door and shouted: "Is there anyone there? Is there anyone inside!"
The door was locked and no one in the courtyard responded.
I looked up at the house number, No. 116 Qingyang Road, it was indeed the place Brother Gangzi mentioned.
At this time, Douyazai whispered: "Come on Fengzi, let's climb over the wall and go in to investigate."
I looked around. Although the location was out of the way, it was in a downtown area after all. People often passed by in broad daylight. If you climbed over the wall in a downtown area in broad daylight, you would definitely be seen.
I added up the total.
The courtyard wall is not high, about two meters, so it is not difficult to climb in. However, there is a problem. The walls are covered with broken glass. If you climb over with bare hands, your hands will be punctured. You must have a
Only the equipment dares to be turned over.
After thinking about it, Dou Sprout and I made a plan.
First go to a nearby store to buy two more pairs of thick labor protection gloves, and then squat.
Guard.
Watch here to see if anyone goes in. If no one goes in, wait until there are fewer people on the road at night and climb over the wall to go in.
I was watching here while Douyazai went to buy labor protection gloves. I saw that he was still holding a plastic bag in his hand when he came back.
"Hurry, eat it while it's hot, I bought soy milk pancakes," Dou Sprout handed me a cup of soy milk, shaking his gloves and said, "I asked the boss for cardboard boxes and stuffed them all in. Let's climb over the wall tonight.
It will definitely not scratch your hand."
I took it and looked at it, praising Dou Sprouts for being smart.
Dou Sprout smiled, bit the straw and began to sip the soy milk.
When I got tired after two stops, I squatted by the wall and drank soy milk. During this time, people were constantly passing by on the roadside.
The men, women, and children passing by looked at me and Dou Sprout curiously.
I probably don’t even know what these two boys are doing squatting in the corner.
