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【Election Week 5】Saturday, summer thunderstorm

The sky was already dark, the wind tightened and the rain slowed down, and the raindrops changed from copper coins to thin wires. Although it was already one of the top ten model cities, it still lacked infrastructure such as sewers. Many streets in the small town Longchuan have accumulated water, and there was insufficient public lighting. Except for the main street of Sany, the other places are dark. From time to time, the streets are regretful and scolding when they step on the "glass-like" road. However, the main tone of the city is still the silence of the sound of wind and rain. Because it rains, people have shrunk back to their homes, and the city seems particularly empty and quiet. ~

In this silence, a man hurriedly walked on the empty street with an umbrella, stomping on the watery sound. He had just finished his work in the porcelain workshop and was walking on the way home.

When he reached the narrow street, he hesitated for a moment, and after a while he entered the narrow street, which was slightly wider than the alley. Although it was raining so late, there were no one else except the residents. Safety may be a bit dangerous, far less than the straight street, but a certain desire to overcome safety considerations, "On the rainy day, the robbers will have to finish their work." He rumbled and entered the narrow street.

As soon as he entered, he was black. There were no illuminated foreign oil lamps or torches here, but the passerby rushed in. After stepping on a few puddles, his eyes adapted to the darkness. The street was very quiet and there were no people.

After walking for a while, he stood on tiptoe by a willow tree. Seeing that there was still light in the house not far ahead, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and walked to the wall, lifted a few wet leaflets from the surface, pinched it and saw that it was too wet, sighed and threw it away, bent down and picked up a stone, then happily took off his pants, held an umbrella in one hand and squatted down with the stone in the other hand. The umbrella covered his head and face, as if a mushroom was growing in the corner of the wall.

"Ah, it's so good." After moaning, the pain on his face turned into relief, and passers-by even started to sing a small song.

At this moment, the umbrella sounded and fell to the surface. The squatting passerby put the umbrella and turned his head to look behind him: there were no one with dark walls.

He continued to feel good, but a few seconds later, the umbrella thuded again, and it was very heavy. The person holding the umbrella must be a stone based on his feel. He was surprised to reach out to touch the umbrella surface. Sure enough, the grease paper had already smashed a hole. He was shocked and angry and turned his head to the wall and shouted, "Who is so immoral, and he is shitting, and you throw the stone? My umbrella is broken."

The angry voice shot into the darkness like a sharp arrow, but there was no response, and it was quiet.

"It must be this child who is too annoying." Passersby couldn't find the person who smashed him in such a posture, so they could only knock down their front teeth and blood and swallow them. He squatted and touched the broken umbrella, feeling distressed and angry. ~

At this moment, the umbrella slammed out like hail, smashing the umbrella surface like a shattering. A stone smashed through the umbrella surface and rolled into the collar, and even the big butt was cold.

"I'm teasing someone in Nei Lao" passerby stood up with his pants in horror and angrily, looking up at the wall, another rain of stones came. Passerby screamed a few times, picked up his pants, didn't even wipe his butt, cursing, "Ling Zai, I'll settle the score with you." He ran away staggeringly.

Passers-by shouted angrily and became farther and farther away. Angry snorted from the wall. You Lao Mou, we are here to guard people. Are you running here to shit? Get out of here?”

The voice was extremely small, as if it was immediately broken and blown away by the wind and rain after saying it, but it aroused the low laughter of people lined up under the wall, and it sounded like a strange bird cry in the narrow street.

The owner behind the wall whispered helplessly and nervously. He seemed to call me my name. He knew me. Didn’t you hurt him? What should he do if he asked me to pay for medical expenses without many words?"

The Democratic pheasant who was holding a stone on the wall was sneering. He had been here for an hour, and it was wind and rain. Even with a poncho, his suit seemed to be soaked. He stared at the lights in the yard not far away. Unexpectedly, a passerby actually ran under his eyelids to shit. It was so hateful. A stone drove the bastard away.

The talks between Yi Cheng and Fang Bingsheng and Qing Dynasty man Pan Jinxing were really annoying - this bastard is simply a living treasure.

After staying in the United States for a long time, I became stupid. It was simply a word that was immortal.

From the perspective of personal will and God's justice, this stupid guy should indeed be let to perish himself, but considering the interests of the party, the Democratic Party really cannot let go of such a good stone.

Because the Democrats had the will, they began to monitor the activities of the Liberal Party, and intelligence came one after another:

1 The textile factory accountant went to the Public Security Bureau. According to a pro-Democratic police officer in the bureau, the person was robbed after reporting the case, and the suspect looked very similar to Pan Jinxing's appearance;

2 Zheng Abao suddenly agreed to have dinner with Zhao Jinguan in the yamen, and all the arms entourages went to the yamen; it is said that Zheng Abao will sleep in the yamen tonight. This seems to be irrelevant or positive news, but Yi Cheng, who is familiar with the temper of the top figures in the Beijing commercial circle, pointed out: This is a deliberate behavior that Zheng Abao intends to clear it up. From another perspective, this is a signal that he is determined to take action.

3 Fan Linhui led the landlord, and Wang Yu's family in the glass factory was extremely active, with churches, textile factories and glass factories going back and forth five or six times. According to neighbors, at least seven or eight workers in the glass factory said they worked overtime and would not go home tonight. It seems that the main force in the glass factory should be placed in the glass factory that is not eye-catching but very united.

Finally, Qi Yunlu, an informant from the Liberal Party, confirmed the bad news - the Liberal Party is determined to attack Pan Jinxing, which is tonight.

Will the Liberal Party deal with Pan Jinxing?

In order to avoid suspicion, Zheng Abao went to the yamen to prepare a French dinner; so many preparations were made and so hidden, was it just to invite Pan Jinxing to the textile factory with kind words, and he and Zhang Qijie met in person to discuss the grudges ten years ago?

Let’s clear your grudges when we meet?

The Liberal Party wants to play the role of Pan Jinxing, who is lucky, may be kidnapped to Japan, but is unlucky and dig a hole outside the city and buried it alive.

Although everyone thinks that this old anger from Qing Dynasty who dug graves and sold sawdust was buried alive is a clear way of heaven, it has to be protected and saved at this moment.

However, he couldn't rush into the old Wu family and said to him, "Pan, come with us quickly, you're going to be in trouble."—He won't believe you, maybe he would laugh a few times, saying that he's so realistic acting, I'm so scared."

Therefore, Fang Bingsheng and Yi Chengru decided to seize food by the tiger's mouth: Isn't your Liberal Party going to frame and kidnap Pan Jinxing? We're just waiting for you to take action. Our people came out to rescue Pan Jinxing and performed a hero to save the beauty.

In this way, no matter how angry you are, you will always be convinced to defeat Zhang Qijie for the Democratic Party?

The Liberal Party’s kidnapping of Pan Jinxing is a piece of cake, and the Democratic Party’s protection of Pan Jinxing is also a piece of cake.

Because in Longchuan, the selling of electoral lottery has caused all families in this small town to be divided into three categories: one is a hard-core support for the Democratic Party; the other is a hard-core support for the Liberal Party; the fewer is a hard-core support for the strongest of the two parties, but the third category has recently suffered a catastrophe due to the election qualification of Zhong Erzai and Li Guangxi by Guo.

Therefore, the fans of both parties can do many things that they had never imagined before, such as cheesy monitoring Pan Jinxing's residence. It was very simple. Let Li Meng go out to find out who bought the lottery tickets that Pan Jinxing rented. Soon, Zhang Lingzai, the wall of his backyard was a narrow street, and you can see the old Wu family when standing high in the yard.

He told Zhang Lingzai that Li Meng and Zhuang Fei were holding a lot of lottery tickets, and he raised his hands and feet to support the yard used by the Democratic Party. He did raise his hands and feet at the same time, because after hearing Li Meng's words, he was having supper and was so excited that he fell from the bench to the honor of serving the party.

As a result, Shan Ji led the thugs into the yard in batches, and even built scaffolding in the rain, stepping on his face and revealing the wall. You can see Lao Wu's yard at a glance. Because Lao Wu is very poor and has a short wall, but it is a little taller than a human head. Ordinary people can reach out and catch the other side of the wall with their hands. Therefore, looking at Lingzai's yard wall, you can directly cross the Lao Wu's yard wall and see the lintel of the main hall where Pan Jinxing lives.

It has been an hour since the pheasant came in. Pan Jinxing's house has been on the lights for a while. This is not abnormal. The ones who light the lights in the dark night are not necessarily rich people. Opium ghosts must need to light the lights because they have to smoke opium without burning smoke. I thought that this old angry young man rejected the Democratic Party's special opium supply and is now struggling to adapt to the Song Dynasty smokers enjoying the fragrant version of sawdust in the past twenty years.

There were dark clouds, no moon or stars, and it was raining and windy. At night, I couldn't see my fingers. Lingziyuan ordered the lights to be turned off. The pheasant stepped on the wall and could only see others. Others could not see him. It was convenient for him to observe secretly: For an hour, there was no one in this narrow street. The neighbors around Pan Jinxing were all poor people, and only one household lit the lights for a while at 7 o'clock and then went out. Not to mention the foreign oil glass lamp, even the candles or even traditional oil-picking lamps, the poor were reluctant to light them. Only Pan Jinxing lit the lights on the entire street. Although it was not lighted, it seemed like a lighthouse in the dark tide, which was very conspicuous.

Within an hour, except for the bastard who was shitting, several groups of people passed by. Three of them were obviously Liberals. They were all staying at the door of Lao Wu's house, looking in through the cracks in the door, and one person even plucked the walls of Lao Wu's house and looked inside.

This is all for a scheduling point, and the Liberal Party of Shanji will definitely come, it's just a matter of time.

Sure enough, just after the shitty bastard ran out, cursing and scolding, Narrow Street moaned.

This is a donkey cart coming in from the other end, an old-fashioned cart with only a Chinese donkey, but it drags a heavy burden: a two-meter-long double-wheeled cart with an arc-shaped carport, which is dragged hard by a thin donkey, so it is so difficult that it walks very slowly. When the hooves step into the puddle, you can still hear the crackling sound, not the sound of the car being too old, or the bones of the donkey moaning.

The narrow street is very narrow. This may be the old donkey cart built in the Qing Dynasty, so it can barely enter. This is the street in the Qing Dynasty, but it is only barely. The donkey cart and the wall are just a fist distance. The donkey staggers, and the cart staggers, and the cart shaking. Looking at the wall, it looks like an ugly black giant crawling in the alley.

Seeing the donkey cart passing by the wall and parked at the door of Lao Wu's house, the pheasant squatted down on the scaffolding behind the wall, a tarp was folded, and the rain flowed out of the wrinkled outlet like a stream, hitting the bamboo tray, making a strange cracking sound. In this cracking sound, he turned his head and shouted to his subordinates in the yard, and he might be ready."

The subordinates behind him were only individuals, which once made him feel a little unconfident: if the enemy was filled with an alley, Fang Bingsheng said firmly that he would not. As an expert who was also good at doing such shameful things, he said that if the Liberal Party dared to do that, it would not be kidnapping, but was stupid. Because so many people were dispatched, we would definitely not keep it secret. We immediately called the police to sue for the crime of kidnapping. There would always be a younger brother who would tell the truth, and the other party would die."

It was Fang Bingsheng's statement that Yi Cheng also firmly decided: Don't notify the emperor of grace.

Although after notifying them, Longchuantang was a powerful helper, Longchuan coachman and the gangster could immediately raise their arms and become a spy and combat power, wasn’t this the spoils distributed to the other party?

Therefore, the Democratic Party is still the main decision-making person. Song Dongsheng and Weng Quanguang who did not tell Huang En's name, and ** to fight against the Liberal Party's factory owners.

Sure enough, after stopping from the donkey cart, only four people jumped out of the curved carport, and even five coachmen were only five.

They gathered at Lao Wu's door. Someone came to the crack in the door and looked inside. After discussing for a while, he climbed over the wall, so relaxed that he was like a bunk bed below. He pulled the door bolt from inside. Lao Wu's broken door creaked open.

The four people outside the door were so reckless that they even lit a glass oil lamp, held it in their hands, and held their heads straight into the door.

From the shadow of the lamp, Shan Ji had already recognized Wang Yu's family and waited for him to stop taking action.

When Shanqi waved her hand, someone immediately handed the end of a ladder to his hand. Shanqi put the ladder on the wall and threw it out with a fierce throwing action. The ladder flickered like a slide of the wall. The ladder flew out of the wall like a huge centipede, hitting the wall opposite with a thud, shaking, the wet ladder lifted a drop of water, and fell heavily into the corner between the wall and the ground, and rested on the other side.

Throwing out the ladder, squatting on the scaffolding, the pheasant lit the large torch that was not afraid of the wind and rain, and the whole yard was illuminated, as if someone dug out a treasure pot buried underground. Outside, the whole yard looked like a flash of light flashing, and the light overflowed. He shouted "Take it off". The pheasant shook his arms and got rid of the rainproof cloth. He took the dazzling torch and jumped down the wall first, jumped down, and his whole body pressed on the ladder, slid into the narrow street, and kicked the opposite wall at the end of the ladder to stop the sliding momentum. He was like a wounded soldier who was frightened from the stretcher and stood in the mud and water in the middle of the street.

Seeing another ladder throwing out behind him, the man and horse slid down, the pheasant pulled out his waist and pulled the trigger into the cloudy sky, firing two shots. He held the torch and shouted to the sky and caught the thief who entered the house at night."
Chapter completed!