365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

On December 13th, under the shining sun, the cold wind reduced a bit, finally freeing up a good day for wandering.

Huaxieting’s street is not wide or narrow, just enough for two cars to pass by. It’s close to noon, and there is a lot of people flow. They start to walk around and look at the restaurants on the street, and settle down when they meet the right ones. . Spicy rabbit head, stewed pot chicken, farmer's stir-fry... Within a few steps, you can see a restaurant, each with its own characteristics. Although the weather is cold, it does not reduce the interest of office workers.

Although the restaurant’s business is considerable, the restaurant has become a foil, and it has been closed for a month. I don’t know if I thought the owner had brought the new year ahead of schedule, he had rolled back his hometown.

The owner of the cigarette hotel across the street was also surprised. The door of the teahouse was locked and the curtain was still hung.

The decoration of this tea house is nice, light color, looks refreshing, and I have invested a lot of money, but the business is not up to date. People who want to drink tea nearby usually buy tea and make them by themselves. People who want to play mahjong usually go Mahjong Hall, the tea house is in this position, not embarrassing or awkward, day by day deserted, finally ushered in the closing of the door.

If you don't want to open this facade, you can draw three yellow lines in front of the tea house and delimit it as a bicycle parking area to make full use of idle resources.

But today may be an auspicious day. The teahouse that has been closed for a month has finally opened. The curtains are rolled up, the doors are opened, and all the lights are on. The interior is brighter than the exterior, and there is a long table in the lobby. Spread the silk tablecloths, I don't know what kind of guests to welcome.

It seems that after a month of renovations, the closed teahouse has regrouped, and it has been completely renewed and ready to make tea again.

I have a good spirit and a small teahouse that is usually not visited by people. As soon as I open the door today, I will welcome the distinguished guests-two young female guests, one with long wavy hair and one woolen roll, dressed brightly and beautifully, just walked over, and they were in each other. After this teahouse, I am going to take a break at noon, have a cup of tea and play with my mobile phone, wait for my feet to regain strength, and then continue shopping.

But as soon as the guest entered, he was stopped by the waiter. The waiter was pulling a trolley speaker-like thing and was still arranging the wires. He was holding a square block in his hand. It looked like a loudspeaker. People who didn’t know thought she was. Want to sing.

The female customer entered the door and was almost caught by the wire. 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 the work clothes, so she reminded: "Don't put things here, it's not convenient for people to get in and out."

The waiter lowered his eyebrows and adjusted the line, with a faint voice: "I'm sorry, it's closed today."

The female guest looked at the brightly lit lobby. The crystal lights were brightly lit, and the marble reception desk was shiny. It was almost a matter of changing the landscape murals behind them to "welcome the distinguished guests".

"It's not open, then what are you doing when you open the door?" As she said, the female customer stepped over the wire and continued to walk in, thinking that the little waiter was lazy, and now she was lazily packing things and didn't want to serve the customer.

The waiter took the wires back, and finally raised his head to the side and glanced at the customer. There was no boredom or apology in his eyes.

"Be careful, this is a bomb."

The two women were startled, their eyes fell on the same thing as the speaker beside the door, and then they carefully observed that it was not actually a speaker. This was a box outside, square and square, without cone speakers, in the center of the box. I opened an opening, a wire came out, and a screen was inlaid with 00:11:02 displayed on it.

The two women looked at the box and looked at each other. Finally, they looked at the waiter in front of them. She looked like a young girl. She was beautiful and delicate. At the moment, she squatted down, holding a thin iron chain, and passed it through the hole at the bottom of the box. , Tied to the glass door handle, his complexion was unwavering, not at all like a terrorist who arranged bombs.

Probably it was infected by the girl’s calmness. The two guests didn’t take it seriously. The wool curled eyebrows raised, and it was kind of playful: "Why, do you have a themed tea party in your teahouse today? Let me guess what the theme is—the explosion of Heart? Stimulating the tea field? The temptation of tea?"

The girl raised her head, and finally looked at them seriously, "I have a semi-finished product here. Since you two are here, let them celebrate."

With that said, the girl walked to the front desk, and there was a straight yellow firework in the corner, like the simple firecrackers used for the Chinese New Year, but with no leads and fully enclosed.

The girl raised her foot and kicked the upright firework tube down. The tube rolled on the flat ground a few times and stopped at the feet of two women. The inner steel ball rolled to the tip of the tube, connecting the two bare copper wires to form a loop. , Detonated the gunpowder in it, but the amount of gunpowder was very small, only flashing out of sparks, leaving a black mark on the floor tiles.

However, it is a typical thunder and rain. Although the rain is small, the thunder is huge, and the sound of "bang--" is irritating, and it can be heard across the street.

The two guests bounced off like springs, hugged them together, and left the store directly. The wool roll wanted to go, but was pulled by the long wave. She turned from fear to anger, came up with a violent temper, pointed at the girl and yelled at the girl. : "You wait for me, just like this to the customer, I will report you now, and then let your boss pay me..."

As she said, her three-foot-high volume suddenly weakened, and her straight fingertips dropped weakly.

The girl leaned in front of the front desk, her eyelids drooped, and she was cursing, with little interest, because she was wearing a black, black jacket, black belt, black overalls, and black motorcycle boots. She looked like a mourner and wears filial piety, and she looked even more colorless and thoughtful. Free from the world.

The woman's face changed suddenly, with emotions and sorrows printed on her face. She was savvy just now, and suddenly became slurred: "You are...the Phantom of Sophora japonica..."

She said, ignoring her companions, she ran away, yelling in a loud voice as she ran, moving in decibels: "There is a bomb! The Phantom of the Huaihua is here, and there is a bomb. Run--"

Ms. Woolenwun realized afterwards and rushed forward. The two people were like a gust of wind blowing across the street. Although the wind was not strong, it was strong enough to destroy and leave the mess after the wind passed the border.

People close by just heard the loud noise of "deafening", but did not pay attention to it. They gathered to prepare to watch. At this moment, they heard the words "Phantom of Sophora Flower" and "Blowing Bomb", one by one. Madden, the mentality of watching the excitement collapsed immediately, panic attacked, and became like a frightened sheep, running around, regardless of the north, south, east and west, rushing hard, some trampled on each other, some collided head-on, and chaotic for a while. Someone turned on their backs.

The vehicles also stopped one after another and turned their heads away from the Huaxie Court. The streets where pedestrians and vehicles were safe and sound became noisy and congested, forming a large-scale congestion site.

Before long, the bursting effect of water entering the oil pan was combined with the chain effect of dominoes. The panic and chaos were centered on Yiming Tea House, and the distance of escape of the crowd was the radius, like the surrounding spread, the more scattered, the wider the more. The faster the widening, within a few minutes, the entire Huaxieting area changed from a crowd of people to a monk.

However, contrary to the direction of people's escape, there were two teams running in the opposite direction. One team was special police officers, and there was a swarm of media who risked their lives to fight for first-hand reports.

All police officers from the police station in the neighborhood were dispatched to reassure the masses, maintain order, and keep the media and other irrelevant personnel outside the cordon, and all are prohibited from entering.

However, the news has spread throughout the Wangjiang area. The city government, public security bureau, company schools, community factories, like a tornado, swept all corners of the city without exception.

At the same time, Luoyu City, Jinling City, and Changyan City were all occupied one after another. Wangjiang City No. 1 Hospital, Luoyu County Hospital, Jinling People's Hospital, and Changyan Fushan Hospital successively received calls from the Phantom of Huaihua asking for patients Provide a mobile phone and turn on the remote video call.

Four hospitals were frying pots at the same time, and police from all over the country were dispatched to maintain order, avoid panic and cause riots, and at the same time block media access and try to block news.

But more than ten minutes, from Huaxieting to Wangjiang City, and then from Wangjiang to Luoyu, Jinling, and Changyan, and finally spread across the country, with overwhelming news—the Phantom of Huaihua showed up again, only this time, with bombs. .Return by bullet.

The Public Security Bureau quickly deployed and pulled up the cordon. The bomb disposal robot is ready. The special police are fully armed, armed with a 95-type 5 assault, automatic, moving, rifle, and surrounded by a teahouse. The sniper is on the opposite building. Inside, the 88-style sniper rifle was aimed at the terrorists in the teahouse.

Inside the teahouse, the layout is still as it was when it opened, with bright lights. There is a long table in the center of the lobby. Sitting on the long table for the guest of honor, sitting on the table is very touching, and to be precise, he is paralyzed. I didn't eat in the day, and I was dying, hanging for the last half of my breath.

On the left and right sides of the long table, there are five backrest dining tables and stools. Each seat has a mobile phone placed upright, the camera is aimed at the beautiful, the video on the screen is opened in full screen, and the face is clearly visible. They are: Hu Bin on the left, Bai Rui'an on the right, Gong Yanhua on the left, He Lan on the right, and Xue Jinping on the left.

And Xia Yihan stood at the other end of the long table, opposite to the dying Chu moving. She was tall and long, looking down at the people in front of her, her face was calm and gloomy, and she didn't care about the swords outside, as if she hadn't noticed, sniped, shot, and shot the gun. The scope has been aimed at her eyeballs.

I scanned the lobby and seemed quite satisfied with his arrangement. Xia Yihan suddenly smiled, her frivolity lips raised, but her 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 not hurried, and quickly filled the entire lobby.

"Okay, the trial begins."