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Chapter 68 Sun Liansheng

"The cold rain rushed towards me, little by little.

Thousands of tons of high-temperature waves are rising from you.

Everyone said I was crazy, laughing at me uninhibited...

......"

In front of the antique market, a group of people stopped one after another, some silently raised their mobile phones, some pointed at them, and some dismissed them, lamenting that people nowadays are becoming less and less ethical in order to become popular.

"Dance is pretty cool!"

"Hmph, you have talent, go to participate in the Happy Voice, and be grandstanding here."

"Stop jumping!! I'll give you the money and leave quickly."

Seeing the tendency of people to gather more and more, the owner of the stall finally couldn't take it anymore, he stepped forward and grabbed Xu Tong's arm: "Don't jump, don't jump, this Walkman is my gift for you, you hurry up Go, don't make any short videos here."

Xu Tong was stunned for a moment, then took off his earphones, only to realize that he had just gotten sick again.

Glancing at the onlookers, he didn't mean to blush at all. Instead, he put one hand on his chest and completed the final curtain call for the crowd watching.

In a word, as long as I don't feel embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Then he put the boss's money back in, "If you don't want the money, then give me the rest of the tapes."

"So much, do you want it?" The boss was unhappy and wanted to beat this kid out.

"I'll add money!"

Hearing the extra money, the boss's expression softened a little, but he glanced at the box and added, "But most of them are Peking operas."

"That's great. To tell you the truth, I just graduated from the Peking Opera and Dance Academy. Would you like to sing it for you?"

Hearing this, the boss's face turned black, and he thought to himself why these anchors are so annoying, but it would be good to help him deal with these old and used goods, so he simply used the price of 200 yuan to buy the one behind him. All the boxes of tapes were thrown at him.

Although the box is not big, the bottom of the box is very deep, at least there are hundreds of cassettes.

It was not until Xu Tong left happily holding the box, the onlookers scattered in a hurry.

As for his dancing, will it become popular on the Internet?Hehe, this is purely for wanting to eat. In this era of entertainment to death, millions of people are involved in the live broadcast industry every day, and a few of them can become popular.

However, after this incident, it still gave him a wake-up call. Recently, it is better to keep a low profile. After all, he has only escaped from the hospital not long ago. If his back is discovered, he might have to throw himself in again.

I found a place with no one, a place without a camera, threw the tape into the props book, ordered a cup of milk tea and stood there waiting for Song Lao to come back.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Song Lao walked out of the crowd, took out a hand towel from his pocket, and wiped his sweat: "Oh, this place is dead hot, let's walk..."

"Master, what are you doing for a while?"

Xu Tong raised his nose and felt that Song Lao had a strong perfume smell on his body. This smell... It belongs to the kind of garbage perfume with street essence mixed with water.

I thought to myself, could it be that the lubricating oil I gave didn’t work well?So why did you rush to find your concubine?

"Go, go, ask so much for what."

As he said that, he took Xu Tong to the sauce meat shop, bought two pounds of sauce meat, turned around and took him across the road to a noodle restaurant.

This noodle shop sells a type of noodles called pulp noodles, which are noodles cooked with soy milk.

With the unique sour taste of soy milk fermentation, with the side dishes and thick noodles, the taste is unique.

When the owner of the noodle restaurant saw that it was Mr. Song, he enthusiastically served Mr. Song a bowl of leftover noodles that had been heated overnight, poured a spoonful of oil, spiced peppers and chives, and enjoyed it with sauce pork.

"Hurry up and eat and go home."

Seeing that Xu Tong hadn't moved his chopsticks, Song Lao couldn't help urging: "Let me tell you, the leftover noodles are better than new ones. When a bowl of soup used to cost two yuan, the leftover noodles were only three yuan. At the beginning, such a big iron pot, the paste scraped from the bottom of the pot after heating, the taste is absolutely amazing, but unfortunately it is not available for sale now."

Speaking of the past, Song Lao couldn't help but sigh. At that time, people were poor, and the rare things like pulp noodles were not eaten during the festival.

Even if it is placed now, not many are sold. Even if it is sold, the clear soup is sparse and sparse, and the taste is not as good as before.

That is, the taste of this shop is still so-so.

Of course, she said that because of the reason why the store reserved part of the overnight meal for him every time.

Xu Tong didn't feel much about the pulped noodles. After taking a few bites, he said, "Master, I want to take a leave tomorrow. I'll come back when I go home and have a look."

Tomorrow is Sunday, which is also the day the exhibition starts. To be precise, it should be after twelve o'clock in the morning tonight.

He plans to go shopping at the exhibition to see if he has a suitable prop card, and sell the extra prop cards in his hand by the way.

"Go, go, it's time to go home and have a look."

Song Lao waved his hand in disapproval, indicating that he knew.

The two hurried back after eating. When they got home, Song Lao locked himself in the room, and even locked the door behind him. He looked mysterious and didn't know what he was doing.

I wanted to see it myself, but after thinking about it, let it go. I continued to squat under the shade of a tree and started practicing basic skills.

"Drip drip..."

At this moment, outside the Antique City, a police car was seen parked outside the gate. About half an hour later, a police officer came out of the gate, opened the door and got into the police car.

"Captain Sun, it has been investigated clearly that the first and second floors of this place are an antique city, but on the third floor, some old ladies gather together and have an old man's music. It only costs 50 yuan a time."

The policeman couldn't help but paused when he said this, carefully raised his head and looked at the captain sitting in the passenger seat.

"Continue reading, the matter of the old man's music, just notify the people in the security team to do it."

Seemingly aware of what the little police officer was waiting for behind him, Sun Liansheng let out a puff of smoke and said to him, in fact, he didn't want to worry about it.

After all, most of the old man's music is old, and the amount is small, and there is no direct relationship, but it is just touching, and the nature is not determined.

It's too troublesome to deal with. This kind of rotten errand might as well be left to the security team. It's their fault if something goes wrong.

"Yes!"

The police officer nodded and continued to hold the folder in his hand and said, "The deceased was named Zhu Xiuli, aged 56. After the initial forensic identification, the cause of death was myocardial infarction, basically ruling out the possibility of homicide."

"Well, then let the family know."

Sun Liansheng threw the cigarette butt out of the car window, stretched out his arms and stretched his muscles and bones, and was ready to withdraw.

"Team Sun! According to the deceased's colleague, she was clocked an hour ago. Not long after the guest left, she suddenly became ill. Are you sure you don't need to investigate?"

Sun Liansheng shook his head: "What is there to investigate, so what if we find it? All the people who come to this place are old men, who can neither be detained nor interrogated. They say that people killed people, and they were identified as having died of myocardial infarction. There is no evidence at all. People go to the ground, hehe, let's wait for the punishment."

"Oh, one more thing."

The police officer said, took out his mobile phone, and took a screenshot of a dancing video to Sun Liansheng: "One more thing, not long ago, someone danced at the gate of Antique City, take a look at the photo, don't you think? It's the neurotic who escaped from the hospital not long ago."

Sun Liansheng was refreshed when he heard the words, and hurriedly took the photo and took a closer look. Although he changed his clothes, he couldn't change his appearance: "Hey, I really have nowhere to go after breaking through the iron shoes, this kid has been looking for him for several days. "

No wonder he is so excited. The hospital has been urging him for many days. It is said that this kind of mental patient is lost, as long as it is not a martial arts madman, if it is not harmful to the society, and if it is not found, it will not go out to find it.

But he has a strong relationship with the director. The past few days have made his head big. Now that there are clues, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"In this way, one of you will go to the merchant at the intersection to check the surveillance, and the other will print out his photo and ask from house to house, this kid must be hiding around here, grab his little tail and pull it out for me."

Sun Liansheng looked at the man dancing on the phone, his eyes narrowed, and he said to himself, "Boy, you are that monkey Sun, don't even think about running out of my palm this time..."

PS: The code does not move, sleep, wake up and continue to explode.

　good morning, i'm sleeping
　　
　
(End of this chapter)