The captain issued an order, but no one moved.

There is nothing wrong with the small place. I feel so painful to catch thieves all day long. Finally, I encountered such a big case. I could go out and follow them all over the field, but I encountered the most fantastic scene ever.

A group of people stared at their captain with big eyes. Finally, a young comrade bravely asked: "Captain, who will take away, which one is the main person in charge?"

The captain pulled his face, raised his chest and looked up, making a glaring expression on King Kong, and then said with confidence: "How the hell do I know?"

A group of comrades continued to stare at each other. The one who just received the encouragement from his colleagues once again bravely asked in his heart: "Captain, can you tell where this is? What are they doing?"

The captain's face turned blue and his face was thrusting: "How the hell can I tell?"

The young comrade was very desperate: "Captain, can you tell us that they are operating normally or some kind of unknown underworld organization?"

The captain's inner misery was flowing backwards, so he had to roar at him: "What the hell do I tell you?"

This luxuriously decorated private club is very puzzled. When they walked into the beautifully decorated hall, with a thought of hating the rich, the captain instinctively put on a fierce look, raised his work permit and ordered the person in charge to come out.

A row of receptionists looked at them with blank expressions. Suddenly, a person who looked like a security guard seemed to be sucking the wind, and his face was pale and ran away.

The captain's first reaction was that this person was the murderer, and he shouted: "Stop!"

The captain took the lead. Although the others didn't know what this person was doing, they could not fall behind the leader, so they also started chasing him.

This kind of escape and pursuit quickly stimulated the group effect. He was so calm that he was suddenly not sure what kind of situation this was, so he quickly moved on.

In the blink of an eye, a group of big and round security guards seemed to have met a hooligan and good women, running faster than rabbits.

Only a row of beautiful girls were left, huddling and thrusting together, and their faces were as if they were dysmenorrhea.

The person running in the front happened to meet the lobby manager patrolling the middle of the corridor. The lobby manager was a senior thug. When the lobby manager saw this ghost, he thought he was fighting, so he took out a pistol from his waist - others didn't have such treatment easily.

He was about to scold the security guard who almost threw himself into his arms when he saw the guy saying hell: "Police! A large group of policemen!"

The lobby manager said: "Impossible!"

Several people ran up from behind, shouting like "The wolf is coming": "Fuck me, how can you be so stupid!"

The lobby manager hesitated for two seconds, hesitated painfully for a moment between "fighting with the notes" and "retreat to retreat", and retreated decisively.

This chase, something happened to chase.

To the end, it is blamed for Zhao Laojiu. Zhao Laojiu is so bandit-like. He is a top-notch master under Mr. Hu. He is only illegal and disorderly affairs that others cannot imagine, and nothing he can't do.

He looked down on anyone who could come to the stage. Basically, what he liked was a criminal record. When he saw the police, he instinctively thought something had happened.

The guests were faster than them. The guests were either from the wrong origin or were well-known, and they all came out to play happily. No one wanted to get involved in the notes. They were all slick and disbanded on the spot when they heard the news.

Zhao Laojiu had the same question in his mind: "Fuck, how can you be so clever?"

But he had to hold on to the scene and couldn't jump up and down. Zhao Laojiu wiped his cold sweat. He didn't receive any news. He recalled it carefully and seemed to have no mistakes. He thought about it and couldn't think of what these police officers were doing. Could it be that they had owed water and electricity bills?

Zhao Laojiu whispered to a subordinate: "Evacuate everyone first - nonsense, of course, evacuate the boxers, the guests are all fucking old loaches, use your reminder to be gone long ago! Apart from the waitress and the young and white background, don't leave anyone behind... Forget it, there is only the waitress left. Ask someone to prepare their business license. Maybe I want to go with them in a while and come back soon. Don't worry, it's definitely okay. You ask someone to clean up the scene, especially the chips and 'medicine'. To the outside world, you say that the stage is invited, and they are performing, and then immediately notify Mr. Hu Si."

His subordinates were confused by the sudden change and asked in a low voice: "What if there is something wrong?"

Zhao Laojiu glared at him viciously: "Don't you bet!"

His subordinates were like him, sweating coldly on their foreheads and did not dare to say anything, so they turned around to make arrangements.

Just like that, Wei Qian was evacuated.

The waves wash away the sand, and only tiny plankton can get out quietly, and no one will care about them.

Wei Qian left the boxing ring and headed straight to the train station.

As soon as he entered the station, he was almost killed by Wei Zhiyuan.

Sanpang and Xiaoyuan have been waiting for him here for a whole afternoon.

Just after noon that day, Sanpang received Wei Zhiyuan in the scorching sun and hot sweat. As soon as he met, he asked anxiously: "Where is your brother? Where is it? Ah? What is the address you sent to me? What is he doing there?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "The man who fights black fist."

Sanpang's voice increased by octave: "What? I'll fuck you two old men! Can you two little bastards make me live two more days?!"

Wei Zhiyuan looked at him silently.

Sanpang continued to roar: "Stop pretending to be pitiful, why don't you take me over and collect his body?"

Wei Zhiyuan said calmly: "My brother won't let you find him."

Sanpang opened his mouth and reacted. Whether they contacted or called the police, they were all doing it secretly. Wei Qian wanted to make this matter seem like a totally stupid coincidence. Only by muddling the water can he wander.

Therefore, as a stranger, Sanpang must not appear in anyone's sight. They cannot arouse even a slight suspicion, it is enough for them to drink a pot.

Sanpang: "Then where did you say you're going?"

Wei Zhiyuan raised his hand and showed the little turtle on the back of his hand to Sanpang. He touched his head with sorrow and said, "Hey, it looks so good, it looks exactly like your brother - when is this naughty child still drawing a turtle on his hand?"

Wei Zhiyuan pointed at the turtle shell: "This is my brother's painting, third brother, look carefully. The turtle shell is an upside down railway emblem. Let's go to the train station."

Just like that, Sanpang and Wei Zhiyuan arrived at the train station. From the scorching sun to the sky, until the sun sets, the anxiety in the hearts of two people, one big and one small, was burning to the point of being burned. Wei Qian was late.

While holding his arm, Wei Zhiyuan pulled out a book he had put on his belt from his clothes. It was the old math textbook full of divine turtles brought by Wei Qian. The cover was soaked in the sweat of the child.

Wei Qian held it in his hand, not knowing what to say.

At first, Sanpang was even more excited than Xiaoyuan and could hardly control himself. He turned into a huge watering can, and his saliva sprayed Wei Qian with his head and face.

Unfortunately, the warmth of this fat man only lasted for a few minutes. As soon as the excitement passed, he turned against him and refused to recognize others. This made people fully experience what "fat men are fickle."

He pulled Wei Qian into a corner where no one was, and changed his style, using two methods: "present facts and reasoning" and "give greetings to our ancestors and scolding our mother", and fired a cannon at Wei Qian in two ways. The roles were naturally appropriate, as if he was not fighting alone.

Finally, Sanpang used a long speech to draw a conclusion that he thought was reasonable: "Wei Qian, today I want to tell you a major discovery in the scientific community - you are just a fool!"

Wei Qian, who was rigorously proved to be an idiot by "scientific" and was speechless and had to scold him without retaliating.

When the three of them came, they all had a hard seat, so they went back to have a luxury and bought a sleeper.

Unfortunately, the sleeper is not as comfortable as a hard seat, because the snoring of Comrade Sanpang was so shocking that he almost knocked the train out of the track several times. The fat man was unconscious, slept very early and got up very late.

The passengers next to him almost regarded him as a class enemy. In the end, everyone lay on the bed, covered their ears, buried their heads in the pillow, and spent a long sleep time in this posture that was like avoiding bombs.

When Wei Qian couldn't sleep, he lay down and calculated the family's finances. He had basically no expenses this time. With the sending back to his home and the meager savings he had in the past, he now has a total net worth of 30,000 yuan.

The average of four people in their family of four can live a very prosperous life for 500 or 600 yuan a month. In the past year, as long as there is no trouble, the tuition and living expenses will not exceed 6,000 yuan. If he can find a place to work during winter and summer vacations and holidays, he can still pay 1,800 yuan more to support Mazi's mother.

I can breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.

Just as Wei Qian was thinking about his livelihood problems one by one, his upper bunk suddenly moved, and then his little head appeared in the dark, hanging down at him.

Wei Qian raised his head inadvertently, and was startled by the burning eyes on his little head, so he scolded: "Wei Zhiyuan, what are you making trouble? Sleep!"

Wei Zhiyuan was scolded and was not sad at all. He seemed to be very happy and retracted his head.

Wei Qian retracted his thoughts. He had been tense and weak in energy these days. After getting used to the noise, even though he was shocking and crying in his ears, he slowly felt a little sleepy. Just when he was about to get confused, the little head on the upper bunk came out secretly like a thief.

Wei Qian half-supported his body in anger, poked his head out and pulled it to the upper bunk: "You're so full? What do you think of me for if you have nothing to do?"

Wei Zhiyuan immediately lay back obediently.

Wei Qian thought it was the first time that the child was sitting in the sleeper berth was fresh, so he pulled him the quilt and his voice lowered: "If you can't sleep, you can stuff your ears. If you can't sleep, you can kick the fat man."

Wei Zhiyuan responded softly, still staring at him.

Wei Qian crawled down, stuffed his ears like others, rolled his head into the pillow, and closed his eyes.

After a while, Wei Qian suddenly figured it out in the darkness. Wei Zhiyuan was not making trouble, he kept stretching out his head to see if he was still there.

It scared the little boy, and Wei Qian thought to himself that he shouldn't have taken him out.

The two of them returned home and were naturally shouted and asked questions from Mrs. Song. Wei Zhiyuan pretended to be stupid, and Mrs. Song's artillery fire spurted on Wei Qian: "Where did you get so much money? Where did you go? Did you do something bad? You speak!"

She was like a large fly, buzzing in Wei Qian's ears. He could no longer bear it and ran away from home, opened the remaining 25,000 accounts and deposited them into the bank, not telling her grandma, so that she would not be noisy anymore.

After he walked back for a long time, he found that Old Lady Song was still strict and had no intention of letting him go. Wei Qian finally convinced and said impatiently: "I'm going to sell blood, okay!"

Old Mrs. Song was speechless: "What are you selling...?"

Wei Qian's attitude became worse and worse: "I sold two kilograms of blood and one kidney. Have you asked enough? Will it be okay to let me calm down?"

This is nonsense at first, but Old Mrs. Song doesn't think so. She has never read a book for a day, and has only heard of blood sellers. But she doesn't know that human blood is not an apple and watermelon, and it cannot be regarded by weight. When she looked at Wei Qian's pale and thin face, she immediately believed it with random thoughts.

Wei Qian's original intention was to make her less annoyed, but he did not expect that such a consequence would be caused.

I heard that Old Mrs. Song had a bright voice from a village with a bright voice, and she cried so well that she was full of dramatic effects. She was a prelude to punch her feet and her chest, and she planned to hang herself.

Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan looked at each other, and then turned their at a loss to the elder brother. The elder brother's expression was blank for half a minute, and Xiaoyuan felt his eyes twitching.

Wei Qian squatted down next to Old Lady Song, carefully stretched out his finger with the model electric door, poked her, and then quickly retracted, coughing dryly: "What... cough, don't cry."

Old Mrs. Song's face, tears were stewed in a pot: "I'm cowardly! I'm a rural old lady... I can do nothing! I can make trouble! Let the child sell blood and kidneys. Is that what humans do? Why don't I die yet... What am I doing alive..."

Although Wei Qian was not at a loss, he had no choice but to do anything. He listened silently to the old lady's set of crying words, feeling a little ridiculous and said that he had not told her to go to the black boxing, otherwise he would have scared this old guy to death.

And while he felt a little strange comfort in this ridiculous sense of ridiculousness.

The sentence "Let your child sell blood and kidneys" hit his heart straight. From childhood to adulthood, few people would call him "child".

In Wei Qian's opinion, the word "child" is not a neutral noun that describes humans of a certain age - he believes that the neutral noun should be "baby" - and the term "child" seems to represent some kind of care, tolerance and pampering from adults or elders.

...That's something he's never gotten.

Wei Qian felt a little embarrassed. After the old lady cried a little weaker, he took out a roll of toilet paper from under the dining table and handed it to her: "Hey, stop crying, I was just talking about it and lie to you."
To be continued...