On December 13th, the sun was shining, the cold wind reduced a little bit, and finally made a good day for hanging out.
The streets of Huaxie Ting are neither wide nor narrow, just enough for two cars to pass by each other. Near noon, there are more people, so people start to walk around the flowers, look at the restaurants on the street, and settle down when they meet the right ones. . Spicy rabbit head, stewed chicken, farmhouse stir fry... You can see a restaurant within a few steps, each with its own characteristics. Although the weather is cold, it does not diminish the interest of office workers.
Although the restaurant business is considerable, the tea house has become a foil. It has been closed for a month. I don’t know if the boss thought that the New Year was ahead of schedule and returned to his hometown.
The owner of the hotel on the opposite side was also surprised. The door of the tea house was locked and the curtain was hung, as if he was afraid that people would see it and coveted the beautiful furniture inside.
The decoration of this restaurant is really good, with light tones, it looks refreshing, and after investing a lot of money, the business is not good enough. People who want to drink tea nearby usually buy tea and make their own, and people who want to play mahjong usually go to The mahjong hall and the tea house are in this location, neither embarrassing nor embarrassing, they are deserted day by day, and finally ushered in the closure.
If this facade is not open, you can draw three yellow lines in front of the teahouse and mark it as a bicycle parking area to make full use of idle resources.
But today may be an auspicious day. The tea house, which has been closed for a month, finally opened, the curtains were rolled up, the door was opened, the lights were all on, the indoors were brighter than the outdoors, and there was a long table in the lobby. A silk tablecloth was laid, and I didn't know what kind of distinguished guests to welcome.
It seems that after a month of renovations, the closed teahouse has been rebuilt, and it has been completely renewed, ready to make tea again.
The small teahouse, which is in good spirits and lacks attention on weekdays, welcomes distinguished guests as soon as it opens its doors today - two young female guests, one with long wavy hair and one with curly wool, dressed in a bright and beautiful manner. This teahouse is going to take a break at noon, drink a cup of tea and play with mobile phones, wait for the feet to recover, and then continue shopping.
However, as soon as the guest entered, he was blocked by the waiter. The waiter was pulling a trolley-like thing, and was still managing the wires. He was holding a square block in his hand, which didn't look like a speaker. To sell.
The female guest entered the door and was almost tripped over by the wire. She was not very happy. She glanced at the waiter and saw that she was young, like a rookie on her first day at work. "Don't put things here, it's inconvenient for people to get in and out."
The waiter lowered his eyebrows and straightened the line, his voice was light: "I'm sorry, it's closed today."
The female guest looked at the brightly lit lobby. The crystal lamps were brightly lit, and the marble reception desk was shining brightly. It was almost necessary to change the landscape mural behind it to the four characters "Welcome to the distinguished guest".
"It's not open, what are you doing when you open the door?" Said, the female guest stepped over the wire and continued to walk in, thinking that this little waiter is just being lazy, and now she is lazily packing things and doesn't want to serve the guests.
The waiter put the wire back, finally raised his head sideways, glanced at the customer, his eyes were neither bored nor apologetic.
"Be careful, this is a bomb."
The two women were startled, and their eyes fell on what looked like a speaker by the door. Then they carefully observed it and found that it was not actually a speaker. It was a box set outside, square and square, without a cone speaker, and the center of the box An opening was opened, and there was a wire going out, inlaid with a screen, which displayed 00:11:02.
The two women looked at the box, looked at each other, and finally looked at the waiter in front of them. Seeing her appearance, she was a young girl with a delicate appearance. She crouched 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 door handle, his face was calm, not at all like a terrorist who arranged bombs.
It was probably infected by the girl's calmness, and the two guests didn't take it seriously. The wool curler raised his eyebrows, and he was quite playful: "Why, today you have a theme tea party in your restaurant? Let me guess what the theme is - the heart of the explosion. 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 the two of you came to our store, let's celebrate the two of you."
Saying that, the girl walked to the front desk, and in the corner stood a straight tube of yellow fireworks, just like a simple cannonball set off for Chinese New Years in the past, but without a lead, it was completely enclosed.
The girl lifted her foot and kicked the upright fireworks cone down. The cylinder rolled along the flat ground for a few times and stopped at the feet of the two women. The inner steel ball rolled to the tip of the front of the cylinder, connecting the two bare copper wires to form a loop. , detonated the fire and powder, but the amount of fire was very small, only sparks flashed out, leaving a black mark on the floor tiles.
However, it belongs to the typical thunderstorm and small raindrops. Although the raindrops are small, the thunder is huge, and the sound of "bang-" is so heartwarming that it can be heard across the street.
The two customers jumped away like a spring, hugged each other, and exited the store directly. Wool Roll wanted to leave, but was pulled by a long wave. She turned from fear to anger, got angry, pointed at the girl and cursed. : "You wait for me, just treat the guests like this, I will report you now, and then let your boss pay me back..."
As she said that, her three-foot-high volume suddenly weakened, and her straight fingertips hung down weakly.
The girl was leaning in front of the front desk, her eyelids drooping, and she was allowed to scold her with little interest, because she was wearing a black jacket, black belt, black overalls, and black motorcycle boots. away from the world.
The woman's face changed suddenly, her emotions, anger, sorrow and joy were imprinted on her face. The eloquent tongue just now suddenly became inarticulate: "You are... The Phantom of Sophora japonica..."
As she said that, without caring about her companions, she ran away, shouting at the top of her voice as she ran, with a touching decibel: "There is a bomb! The phantom of Huaihua is here, there is a bomb—run!"
After realizing it, Ms. Woolroll also ran along. The two people were like a gust of wind, blowing from the street. Although the wind was not strong, it was enough to destroy the dead and leave the mess after the gust of wind crossed the border.
The people who were close to each other just heard the loud noise of "deafening and screaming", but they didn't pay attention to it, and they gathered to prepare to watch. Exciting, the mentality of watching the excitement immediately collapsed, panic attacked the top, became like a frightened flock, fled everywhere, regardless of the east, west, north or west, sprinting with full force, some stamped on each other, some collided head-on, chaos for a while. Get people to turn around.
The vehicles also stopped one after another, turned their heads and drove away from Hua Xie Ting. The streets where pedestrians and vehicles were peaceful became noisy and congested, forming a large-scale congestion scene.
It didn't take long for the bursting effect of water into the oil pan and the chain effect of dominoes to combine into one. The panic and chaos were centered on a tea house, with the escape distance of the crowd as the radius. Guangyue quickly, within a few minutes, the entire Huaxieting area changed from a crowd of people to a crowd.
However, contrary to the direction of people's escape, there are two teams running in the opposite direction. One team is the public security special police, and there is also the swarming media, who risk their lives to get first-hand coverage.
All the policemen from the police station in the nearby neighborhood were dispatched to appease the masses and maintain order. They kept the media and other irrelevant personnel outside the cordon and were not allowed to enter.
However, the news has already spread throughout the Wangjiang area. The city government, public security bureau, company schools, community factories, like a tornado, blowing a little bit, it swept through every corner of the city, and no one was spared.
At the same time, Luoyu City, Jinling City, and Changyan City fell one after another. The First Hospital of Wangjiang City, Luoyu County Hospital, Jinling People's Hospital, and Changyan Fushan Hospital successively received calls from Huaihua Phantom, asking to give patients Provide a mobile phone to enable remote video calling.
Four hospitals were fried at the same time, and the police were dispatched from various places to maintain order and avoid panic and riots. At the same time, they blocked the media from entering and leaving, trying to block news.
In just over ten minutes, from Huaxie Ting to Wangjiang City, then from Wangjiang to Luoyu, Jinling, Changyan, and finally spread across the country, and the shocking news is overwhelming - the Phantom of Sophora japonica appears again, but this time, it is bombed. Bounce back.
The Public Security Department quickly made deployments, pulled up the cordon, the bomb disposal robot was ready, the special police were fully armed, armed with 95-type 5 assault. The interior is already in place, and the 88-type sniper rifle is aimed at the terrorists in the restaurant.
Inside the restaurant, it was still the same as it was when it opened, with bright lights and a long table in the center of the lobby. On the long table, the guest of honor, sat a charming, paralyzed man. I didn't eat for the day, I was dying, and I was 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. On each seat, there is a mobile phone, which is erected. The camera is aimed at Chu and moving. The left is Hu Bin, the right is Bai Ruian, the second is Gong Yanhua, the second is He Lan, and the third is Xue Jinping.
And Xia Yihan stood at the other end of the long table, facing the dying Chu moving. She was tall and tall, looking down at the people in front of her, her face was calm and gloomy, and she didn't care about the arrogance outside, as if she didn't notice at all. The scope was already aimed at her eyes.
Glancing around the lobby, it seemed that he was quite satisfied with his arrangement, Xia Yihan suddenly smiled, his thin lips seemed to be lifted, but Junxiu's brows did not move, not blinking, like a delicate statue.
She raised the trigger switch with her right hand, like an opening ceremony, the sound was unhurried, and quickly filled the entire lobby.
"Okay, the trial begins."