God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

At ten o'clock in the night, there are piles of red plastic sheds erected in front of the "Longge BBQ", and all kinds of shoes have been stepped on the greasy floor. We? Say this is the happiest time of the day.

Stepping on the dirty floor, Wen Xichun and Yao Jingrong sat down at a white round table covered with oil stains. Immediately, a waiter in a greasy sweater came over with a menu.

"A place that sells crayfish? There are thousands of places, how did you come here?" It's not that Wen Xichun is hypocritical, but when he saw Yao Jingrong in a suit and leather shoes sitting among a bunch of gangsters, his sense of disobedience came through the screen. overflowed.

"It's authentic here." Yao Jingrong took out a few paper towels to wipe off the oil stains on the table, his skillful appearance made Wen Xichun wonder if he came here often.

No reason, this place is located in the fringe area of ​​Huiyuan City, with a large number of foreigners, high population mobility, relatively poor public security, and incidents of fights and fights happen from time to time. Not long ago, I heard from the police station that I was arrested from here. A few of them transported and poisoned. The locals never had a good impression of this place, and Wen Xichun was no exception.

"Officer Yao, are you free to come over today?" The owner of the barbecue restaurant, Long Ge, is a man with a big gold chain and a big bald head. Also like a good citizen.

"Brought friends over today, you guys? Get two servings of the signature Ma Xiao here, and two bowls of beef noodles by the way." Yao Jingrong reported the name of the dish familiarly.

Brother Long grinned with a toothpick in his mouth and said, "I'm afraid two servings are not enough for two people. Officer Yao, you take care of my business so much, and I'll give you an extra one. It's all free tonight, just treat it as my invitation!"

Yao Jingrong smiled and said nothing, neither agreed nor refused.

Three pots full of crayfish were carried onto the table by the staff, and the spicy aroma spread out in an instant. The bright red crayfish were neatly stacked in the pot, and the index fingers of the people who watched it moved.

"The crayfish here is very famous. Many people come here by taking the subway for more than an hour just to taste the lobster here." Yao Jingrong put on disposable gloves, grabbed a steaming crayfish, and went to the restaurant. The head is peeled off, and in an instant, the palm-sized crayfish is only the size of a finger.

Seeing that Wen Xichun didn't make a move, Yao Jingrong thought it? He was embarrassed: "As the saying goes, do as the Romans do, you can't just sit here, right?"

Wen Xichun looked at the crayfish, not because he was embarrassed, but because he had never eaten it, because he was allergic to seafood, and he rarely ate seafood since he was a child. Although crayfish is not seafood, but with the word "shrimp" in it, he was naturally excluded .

More importantly, I don't know how to peel it.

He slowly picked up a crayfish, looked left and right, not knowing where to start.

"Give."

Just when he was at his wit's end, a juicy, white and tender lobster meat approached from the opposite side.

Yao Jingrong still had that half-smile expression on his face, making it really hard to figure out whether he was out of good intentions or mocking.

Wen Xichun's expression changed. He didn't want to answer it at first, but Yao Jingrong did it on purpose. He kept extending his hand if the other party didn't answer him, making a fuss? The surrounding customers have already looked this way frequently.

Wen Xichun had no choice but to raise his hand to think first? Take it over and let this person calm down before talking.

As a result, as soon as his fingers touched the shrimp, Yao Jingrong immediately retracted his hand.

The face is still that kind of smile that doesn't mean anything.

"What are you doing?" Wen Xichun lowered his voice and looked around.

Yao Jingrong stretched out his hand again: "Open your mouth, I'll feed you."

"Put it down quickly, you are shameless and I want more."

"Okay." Yao Jingrong sat up straight, as if preparing for a protracted battle, "I'll just hold it up until you open your mouth. Let's see who goes first? Sorry..."

As soon as the words were spoken, Wen Xichun on the opposite side opened his mouth and quickly bit the shrimp meat, covering his mouth with his hands in case others saw it.

"Hmm~ That's right." Yao Jingrong sized him up with interest, "From now on, let me peel it off for you to eat, okay?"

"Yao Jingrong." Wen Xichun finally couldn't bear it anymore, he hurriedly took off his gloves, pulled the backpack over and looked inside, finally took out a familiar small blue velvet box, and slapped it on the table.

Although he was trying his best to restrain his emotions, the trembling voice still betrayed his current mood:

"Although I don't know what you are thinking, but with all due respect, your joke is very tasteless, and I don't like it at all. I hope you will respect yourself. After all, we? "

After talking all the time, the other party was still the same? What's the matter? It didn't matter how he died, which made Wen Xichun even more angry.

He simply stood up: "Return the ring to you, you eat slowly, I won't bother you anymore."

Anger was raging, and Wen Xichun was so angry that he trembled all over, and rushed out with his head down.

As soon as he walked to the door, there was a "bang", as if something had been kicked under his feet.

A wine bottle rolled to the floor, and the beer that was half inside poured out immediately, spreading along the cracks in the floor.

"Sorry." He hastily apologized and continued to walk out.

"Wait a minute!" Someone behind him stopped him.

Four or five tall and burly men stood up slowly, with sharp eyes and an expression of "this matter? It's not over".

Several people surrounded and surrounded Wen Xichun in the middle.

"What's the matter, you just want to leave after kicking over the wine of the brothers?" The leader one looks really strong enough, and the next stop is like an iron tower, blocking the small chandelier on the plastic shed .

Wen Xichun didn't want to get entangled with these people, so he took out his wallet from his bag, took out two hundred pieces and put them down: "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

"Excuse me?" Iron Tower Man raised his eyebrows, "You can't say sorry with a long mouth? Need brothers? Teach you?"

Wen Xichun frowned, feeling more and more irritable: "Then? You? What do you think? I have already apologized and lost the money."

"Look at your lofty virtue, do you really think of yourself as something?" Iron Tower Man picked up the two hundred dollars from the table and raised it——

Suddenly, with a strong force, two or one hundred yuan fell straight onto Wen Xichun's face.

"It's fucking amazing to be rich, isn't it?!" Several people refused to let go, and the clamor was loud.

That's why Wen Xichun hated coming to this kind of place very much, he couldn't reason with these people.

He picked up his two hundred dollars from the floor and stuffed it back into his wallet, with a blunt tone: "Don't forget it."

After all, turn around? Go.

A few people quickly rushed over and surrounded Wen Xichun again, because they were a little bit hot after drinking alcohol, and their scalps were pink because of Wen Xichun's stimulation and even more excitement.

"If you don't kneel down and give it to the brothers one by one today? Kowtow to admit your mistake, I beat you so hard that your own mother doesn't even know you, believe it or not?"

Seeing a few people yelling and making the surrounding customers roll their eyes, the boss Long Ge hurriedly brought his assistant over to make amends:

"I'm sorry, big brothers, this guest was in a hurry and accidentally kicked over your wine bottle, how about this, I will treat all the things on your table tonight, you? How about this."

Brother Long was afraid that his own words would not be convincing, so he leaned into the ears of several people and said, "This is a policeman, don't mess with him."

"Fuck! The police are amazing? Who the hell doesn't know you? Then? The bullshit police are all paid for their work? Stop pretending to be noble here!"

It's okay not to say, when he heard that it was a policeman, Iron Tower Man became even more furious, he grabbed a wine bottle and threw it on the table, half of the bottle was broken, revealing jagged and sharp edges.

And behind that sharp edge is Wen Xichun's extremely impatient face.

"Brothers, do you have something to say? Say it carefully, you can't solve the problem with your hands." A slender figure emerged from the crowd, slowly walking towards this side with a sinister smile on his face.

"Who are you, you, it's none of your business?" Actually? Kicking over the wine bottle? Minor. Not long ago, the brother who was in charge of delivering the goods was arrested by the police and caused them to lose 10,000+. Is it a big deal?

I really wanted to catch these policemen and eat them alive. That would be good, and I also took the initiative to put guns on them. Of course, I had to kill chickens and let those policemen who only sit in the office know that they were not easy to mess with.

Yao Jingrong thought that the reason why these people refused to give up was because of money, so he simply took out the wallet, put more than 1000 cash and a small bank card on the table, and smiled. road:

"There are a total of more than 1 points here. My friend accidentally pissed everyone off. I'll pay everyone for him? Sorry, I'm sorry, since everyone? They all come out to eat happily, why not this matter? Let's forget it, One person takes a step back, you? Have money and enjoy it, we? Go too? Busy us? We should be busy, it’s good for everyone, right. "

The Iron Tower Man's small eyes kept glancing at the cash, gold and bank cards, his anger subsided, and he yelled at Wen Xichun: "If you look at your friend, you'll be better off than you, talk to him more? Learn, don't? You won't know how to die when the time comes."

Wen Xichun, who originally planned to do one thing more? Why not do one thing less? After hearing this sentence, Wen Xichun's heart suddenly felt as if someone had twisted it twice, and he felt very uncomfortable.

With a sharp eye, he pulled the two things back before the iron tower man got the money and the bank card, and stuffed them into Yao Jingrong's arms: "Thank you for your kindness, it's not worth it, what should you do."

As soon as Iron Tower Man's fat hand touched the side of the bank card, the bank card disappeared visibly.

Turning your head——

Why the fuck is he still that? That brat who doesn't know how to live or die, what the hell is his head made of pig food?

"Fuck you! It seems that if I don't blow your head off today, you won't know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

The iron tower man grabbed Wen Xichun by the neck and pulled him to the corner. Seeing the situation, several big men behind him also surrounded him. One of them lifted the table to add atmosphere, and the things on it smashed to the ground instantly. It was a mess.

"Have something to say? Don't do it? Let's do it! Have something to say!" Brother Long is really one head and two big heads now, and he doesn't even know which of these two people is the one who is more afraid of death.

But head-to-head confrontation with the police is completely self-defeating. Wen Xichun raised his hand and elbowed the man holding him in the stomach. When the man let go because of the pain, Wen Xichun fell over his shoulder, and the man responded. landing?

He bullied himself on top of the man, with an expression of indescribable indifference: "Didn't I tell you, why don't we just let it go."

But he didn't notice at all, the plastic bench behind him was held up high and would be smashed down in the next second——

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-06-2322:12:19~2021-06-2423:57:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yangyang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!