365 Difficult Ways To Live

On December 12th, under the bright sunshine, the cold wind eased a little, and finally made a good day for hanging out.

The streets of Huaxieting are neither wide nor narrow, just enough for two cars to pass by each other. Near noon, the flow of people increases, and they start to take a look at the restaurants on the street and settle down when they meet the right one. .Spicy rabbit head, stewed chicken, farm stir-fry... Within a few steps, you can see restaurants, each with its own characteristics. Although the weather is cold, it does not dampen the interest of office workers in eating out.

Although the restaurant business is good, the teahouse has become a foil. It has been closed for a month. I don’t know, but I thought the boss celebrated the New Year early and packed up and returned to his hometown.

The owner of the smoke hotel across the street was also surprised. Not to mention that the door of the tea house was locked, and the curtains were still hung, as if he was afraid that people would see and covet the beautiful furniture inside.

The decoration of this tea house is good, with light colors, it looks refreshed, a lot of money has been invested, but the business is not up to par. People who want to drink tea in the vicinity usually buy tea leaves to make themselves, and those who want to play mahjong usually go to The mahjong parlor and the tea house are in this location. It is not awkward or embarrassing. It is getting more and more deserted day by day, and finally ushered in the closure.

If this facade is not opened, three yellow lines can be drawn in front of the teahouse, which can be designated as a bicycle parking area to make full use of idle resources.

But today may be an auspicious day. The teahouse, which had been closed for a month, finally opened, the curtains were rolled up, the door was opened, all the lights were on, the interior was brighter than the exterior, and there was a long table in the lobby. The silk tablecloth is spread, and I don't know what kind of distinguished guest to welcome.

It seems that after a month of repairs, the closed teahouse has been reorganized and has a new look, ready to make tea again.

A small teahouse with a good spirit and few people usually visit it. Today, when it opens, it welcomes distinguished guests—two young female customers, one with long wavy hair and one with wool curls, all dressed up brightly. They just walked over and fell in love After leaving this teahouse, I plan to take a break at noon, drink a cup of tea and play with my mobile phone, and continue shopping after my feet recover.

However, as soon as the distinguished guest entered, he was stopped by the waiter. The waiter was pulling something like a trolley speaker, and was still arranging the wires. He was holding a square block in his hand. It didn't look like a speaker. Those who didn't know it thought she To sing.

The female guest entered the door and was almost tripped by the wires. She was not very happy. She glanced at the waiter and saw that she was young, like a novice on the first day of work. She didn't even change her work clothes, so she patiently reminded: "Don't put things here, it's not convenient for people to get in and out."

The waiter lowered his eyebrows and straightened the thread, and said indifferently: "Sorry, we are closed today."

The female guest looked at the brightly lit lobby, the crystal lamps were shining brightly, and the marble reception desk was shiny, and the landscape mural behind it was almost changed to the four characters "Welcome distinguished guests".

"It's not open, so why are you opening the door?" Then, the female guest stepped over the wire and continued to walk in, thinking that the little waiter was just being lazy, and now he was lazily packing things and didn't want to serve the guests.

The waiter put the wire back, finally raised his head, and glanced at the guest, neither bored nor apologetic.

"Be careful, this is a bomb."

The two women were startled, and their eyes fell on something like a speaker by the door. Then they looked carefully and found that it was not a speaker. It was a box outside, square and square, without cone speakers. An opening was opened, a wire came out, and a screen was embedded, showing 00:11:02.

The two women looked at the box, looked at each other, and finally looked at the waiter in front of them. She was a young girl with a delicate appearance. She squatted down at the moment, holding a thin iron chain, and passed it through the round hole at the bottom of the box. , tied to the glass doorknob, with a calm expression, not at all like a terrorist who arranged a bomb.

Probably infected by the girl's composure, the two guests didn't take it seriously. The wool curly raised his eyebrows, which was quite playful: "Why, is your teahouse holding a themed tea party today? Let me guess what the theme is—after the explosion." Heart? Stimulate the tea field? The temptation of tea?"

The girl raised her head and finally looked at the two of them seriously, "I have a semi-finished product here. Since the two of you have come to our store, let's celebrate it for you."

As she said that, the girl walked to the front desk, and there was a straight tube of yellow fireworks standing in the corner, like the simple firecrackers that were set off during the Chinese New Year in the past, but there was no lead wire and it was fully enclosed.

The girl lifted her foot and kicked the upright firework tube down. The cylinder rolled along the flat ground a few times and stopped at the feet of the two women. The internal steel ball rolled to the thin part of the front end of the tube, connecting the two bare copper wires to form a loop , detonated the gunpowder, but the amount of gunpowder was very small, only sparks flashed out, leaving a black mark on the floor tiles.

However, it is a typical thunderstorm with little raindrops. Although the raindrops are small, the thunder is huge. The sound of "bang--" is so soul-stirring that it can be heard across the street.

The two customers bounced away like a spring, embraced each other, and exited the store directly. The wool roll wanted to leave, but was held back by the long wave. : "You wait for me, just treat the customer like this, I will report you now, and then let your boss compensate me..."

As she spoke, her three-foot-high voice suddenly weakened, and her pointed fingertips also dropped powerlessly.

The girl was leaning in front of the front desk with her eyelids downcast, letting her scold her, she was not interested, because she was wearing a black suit, black jacket, black belt, black overalls, black motorcycle boots, as if she was in mourning, her face was colorless and her thoughts Free from the outside world.

However, the woman's complexion changed suddenly, her emotions were all printed on her face, her eloquence just now suddenly became slurred: "You are... Phantom of Sophora japonica Blossom..."

As she said that, regardless of her companions, she ran away, shouting at the top of her lungs while running, "There are bombs! The Phantom of Sophora japonica is here, there are bombs——run!"

The wool-rolled lady was bewildered, and ran along with her. The two of them were like a gust of wind, blowing across the street. Although the wind was not strong, it was enough to destroy and leave behind the mess after the strong wind passed through.

The people who were close had just heard the "deafening" loud noise, but they didn't pay attention to it, and they gathered together to watch. At this moment, they heard the words "Phantom of Sophora japonica" and "Bomb". It was explosive, the mentality of watching the excitement collapsed immediately, and panic hit the top, becoming like a frightened flock of sheep, running around, regardless of north, south, east, west, and galloping with full force, some trampled on each other, some collided head-on, and there was chaos for a while. People are turned on their backs.

The vehicles also braked one after another, turning their heads and driving away from Huaxieting. The streets where pedestrians and vehicles lived in peace, became noisy and congested, forming a large-scale congestion scene.

Not long after, the bursting effect of water entering the oil pan combined with the chain effect of dominoes. The panic and chaos centered on Yiming Tea House and took the fleeing distance of the crowd as the radius, spreading around, spreading wider and wider. The faster and faster, within a few minutes, the entire Huaxieting area changed from a bustling crowd to a deserted place.

However, in the opposite direction of people's escape, there are two teams running in the opposite direction. One team is the public security special police, and the media swarmed in. Risking their lives, they also want to get first-hand reports.

All the policemen from the police station in the nearby neighborhood were dispatched to appease the masses and maintain order, and kept the media and other irrelevant personnel outside the cordon and prohibited them from entering.

However, the news had already spread throughout the entire Wangjiang area. The city government, public security bureau, companies, schools, and factories in the community, like a tornado, swept through every corner of the city with a slight blow, and no one was spared.

At the same time, Luoyu City, Jinling City, and Changyan City fell one after another. The No. [-] Hospital of Wangjiang City, Luoyu County Hospital, Jinling People's Hospital, and Changyan Fushan Hospital received calls one after another from the Phantom of Sophora japonica, asking for medical treatment for patients. Provide a mobile phone and turn on the remote video call.

Four hospitals were bombed at the same time, and the police from all over the country were dispatched to maintain order and prevent panic from causing riots. At the same time, they blocked the media from entering and leaving, trying to block the news.

In just over ten minutes, from Huaxieting to Wangjiang City, and then from Wangjiang to Luoyu, Jinling, and Changyan, and finally spread across the country, the shocking news spread all over the world—the Phantom of Sophora japonica appeared again, but this time, it was accompanied by explosives. .Back and go.

The Public Security Department quickly made deployments, pulled up the cordon, the bomb disposal robot was ready, and the special police were fully armed, armed with 95-type 5 assault. The interior is already in place, and the 88-style sniper rifle is aimed at the terrorists in the teahouse.

Inside the teahouse, the layout was still the same as it was when it opened, with bright lights, and there was a long table in the center of the lobby. On the long table was the guest of honor, sitting charmingly. To be precise, he was paralyzed. He drooped his head and looked pale. He hadn't eaten for a day, and was dying, hanging on his last breath.

On the left and right sides of the long table, there are five backrest dining tables and stools. On each seat, there is a mobile phone, which is erected upright. The camera is aimed at the charming, full-screen video on the screen, and the faces are clearly visible. They are: Hu Bin on the left, Bo Rui'an on the right, Gong Yanhua on the second from the left, He Lan on the second from the right, and Xue Jinping on the third from the left.

And Xia Yihan stood at the other end of the long table, facing the dying Chu Dongren. She was tall and tall, looking down at the people in front of her, her face was calm and gloomy, she didn't care about the swords and arrows outside, as if she didn't notice, the sniper shot The scope was aimed at her eyeballs.

Looking around the lobby, he seemed to be quite satisfied with the layout, Xia Yihan suddenly smiled, his thin lips seemed to rise, but his handsome eyebrows remained motionless, unblinking, like a delicate statue.

She raised the detonation switch with her right hand, like an opening ceremony, the sound was unhurried, quickly permeating the entire lobby.

"Okay, the trial begins."