Ninety-third bowl of soup (1)
fortune telling.
Two big bloody characters were printed on the white cloth. The four corners are pressed with four small stones picked up from nowhere, and a small mat is placed for guests to sit on. It can be said to be quite shabby. There are many fortune-tellers and word-testers on this street, but most of them are elderly old men and middle-aged women who can speak well, and they all put up a very detailed picture of Zhouyi gossip, like this. Booths for white cloth... there really isn't one.
But this stall has the best business.
why
Because the little girl who set up the stall is beautiful!
Carved in powder and jade, the skin is so tender that water can be squeezed out, her long hair is tied into a neat ponytail, revealing a round and smooth full forehead, her watery eyes looking at those passing by, it is unbearable, I do not know Why did you just sit down in front of her stall and ask her to show it to you.
Next to him, Meng Daxian, who had set up a fortune-telling stall with an iron mouth, squinted and gnawed melon seeds and looked this way, feeling very unhappy, extremely unhappy. Why do you ask? You'll know for yourself just by listening to it...
"This gentleman looks like he's going to make a small fortune today!... Well, yes, I'm definitely right, the small fortune is no less than a thousand dollars... Absolutely!"
Pooh! You close the stall at five o'clock in the afternoon, even if they don't make a small fortune, they can't come to you, right!
"Looking for a girlfriend? I think you have a ruddy complexion. I'm afraid you're going to be lucky recently... What? Lie to you? Of course I won't lie to you!"
wipe! If you don't lie, who will lie? It sounds like you're lying, okay? My old man has used this trick before! I have been lucky recently, is there a time limit for this recently? Look at that fortune-teller's face full of nympho, when the time comes to you and say it's inaccurate, you just talk to him, won't you be sure
"Student, do you want to ask about the results of the college entrance examination? I can only say that this is beyond your imagination. Don't worry, you will definitely be admitted to the ideal school!"
ha! I don't know how many times my old man has said this! Parents who come to ask their children about their studies can say the same! It's all a trick!
Seeing the business of the little girl next door one after another, Meng Daxian was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. He worked so hard to set up the stall for a long time in the hot weather and it has not opened yet, but the little girl next door has made a lot of money! Are you saying that you are angry or not? ! There is such a fortune-telling? Don't look at the palmistry, don't look at the face, don't do fortune-telling, just open your mouth? ? ? so awesome? ? ? He, Meng Daxian, is more than sixty years old, and he still doesn't have this ability! A real expert like him eats by his skills, but this little girl dares to come and grab her job! He should be the master fortune teller on this street!
Meng Daxian was about to go up and smash the stall, and the little girl next door finally saw off the last customer. Just when he was about to go over and have a good communication with the little girl, hoping that she would respect the old and love the young and not shamelessly use her appearance to tell fortunes, the little girl suddenly reached out and grabbed the pants of a man who passed by the stall—fortunately, the man was wearing pants. The overalls also have a belt, otherwise it would be embarrassing!
Looking up again—Meng Daxian took a deep breath, oh shit, isn't this the thorny guy, the captain of the city's criminal investigation team, Zhong Xun! The guy who doesn't believe in strange powers and gods, who claims that modern society doesn't talk about feudal superstitions! The little girl grabbed him... wouldn't he be beaten? Look at this guy's height of 1.9 meters, he is muscular and burly, isn't the little girl enough for a punch? Even Meng Daxian knew that Zhong Xun had been the champion of the national police fighting competition for seven consecutive years, because he had just been a policeman for seven years.
It only took seven years to become the captain of the criminal investigation team, because he is really a genius in solving crimes. Don't look at a tall and big man, but he is as careful as a hair, and his eyes are as thunderous as lightning, as if he can read people's hearts, which is quite scary.
The reason why Meng Daxian is so familiar with Zhong Xun is because they have encountered each other more than once at the crime scene, and every time he was scared to death, so he didn't dare to teach the nonsense of the stall next door to him right now. The little fortune-teller is gone, let's slip away—
"...Mr. Police, I think you are going to have a bloodbath today."
Hey, don't tell me, the little girl's voice is sweet and clear, which is quite nice. I can't complain that the fortune-tellers are all men, good-looking is good, unlike him, he is a bad old man, although he can be said to be extremely handsome when he was young.
Zhong Xun looked down at the pair of little hands that were tugging at his trousers, they were white and tender, very cute and small. He followed the hand to look at the owner of the hand, first he was startled by the other's beauty, and then he saw the two big red characters on the bottom of her feet - fortune-telling.
It turned out to be a little magic stick.
He said coldly, "Let go."
"Mr. Police, listen to me, I won't lie to you, you will really be bloody today, but if you believe me... Hey! Hey, don't go!" His pants were ripped off, and the man strode away , he was busy investigating the case and chasing clues, and he didn't have time to entangle with a little magic stick. Qing Huan remained silent for two seconds, quickly packed up the ponytail and the big white cloth, and quickly chased after them.
Then she hugged Zhong Xun from behind in front of the pedestrians on the street: "Don't go!"
Zhong Xun was about to turn around to attack her, when suddenly there was a loud "bang", a large flower pot fell from the sky and smashed to the ground. If he hadn't been held for a second by the girl, the flowerpot would have opened his hard brain.
"...Look, I said you have a bloodbath, right?" Qing Huan withdrew her hand and pouted at the flowerpot on the ground.
Zhong Xun raised his head and saw with his sharp eyes that there was a brat on the ninth floor being pulled back and hid by his parents, without any intention of apologizing.
He is so violent! spleen! gas!
I was about to go up to find someone to settle accounts, but was grabbed by Qing Huan: "Hey!"
"Let go."
"You're a people's policeman. Besides, he's a kid. It's useless even if you go up there." He won't be sentenced.
"It's useless." Zhong Xun suddenly grinned, and then resumed his ferocious expression. "But I can beat him up."
Wow!
Qing Huan trotted up and followed, seeing Zhong Xun knock on the door first, the other party pretended to be dead, and then he kicked over, the anti-theft door was smashed! This guy has so much strength!
Then Qing Huan was very happy to watch a live documentary "The Bear Throwing a Flower Pot from the Sky Was Beaten Up by the Victim and His Parents" at the door. The parents were beaten even worse and clamored to call the police.
Zhong Xun smiled again, he looked ferocious, and his smile was particularly frightening. He took out his ID: "I am a policeman, report it!"
Then the family didn't dare to speak anymore. Zhong Xun clenched his fists: "Today it was Lao Tzu who hit me, and I reacted quickly. If I hit someone else in the future, no matter how young your son is, I will beat him to death, remember?!"
The Xiongzi family nodded their heads: "Remember, remember!"
The villain in the legend will be tortured by the villain... Qing Huan grabbed Zhong Xun who was about to ignore her and strode away, "Don't go, listen to me!"
Zhong Xun looked at her impatiently, and then suddenly found that she seemed really beautiful...better than a cursory glance just now...especially the eyes, which were watery and fluttering, and the eyelashes were long. "What, what are you doing?"
"I want to say, did I do the math for you just now?"
"You are blind." Zhong Xun didn't send a letter.
Qing Huan said: "But if I hadn't pulled you, you would have lost your head!" What does it feel like to be hit on the head by a falling vase
Zhong Xun still insisted on his own opinion: "I don't believe this, you can find someone else." After taking two steps, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he took out his wallet and took out all the hundred-dollar bills and stuffed them to her, "Go back to school, don't learn By bluffing and cheating."
Qing Huan: "..." Hey, does she look like a charlatan? She's here to help.
After being dumbfounded for two seconds, Zhong Xun walked more than a dozen steps faster than her. Fearing that he would really leave, Qing Huan shouted to him: "I know who killed Wang Fang!"
"What did you say?!"
If it weren't for Qing Huan's strong psychological quality, an ordinary little girl might really be scared to pee by Zhong Xun's expression and tone. "How do you know? Who are you? How do you know what case I'm investigating?"
"I told you that I figured it out." Qing Huan pinched her fingers meaningly, "I'm really here to help you. You can't find anything by searching like this now, why don't you trust me A handful."
Zhong Xun stared at her for two seconds, "It must be from somewhere, I don't believe it."
Qing Huan: "... Hey! If you can't find out! I'll wait for you at the old place where I just set up a stall!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhong Xun was gone.
She went back to the old place to continue setting up a stall, but found that Meng Daxian had taken her place at some point. Qing Huan hugged the little Mazha and said politely: "This old man, this is my seat..."
Her voice was soft and young, and Meng Daxian, who was bullying and afraid of being tough, hummed: "Did you write your name?"
That's really not the case. Qing Huan simply spread out the ponytail and sat down, "Old man, why are you angry with me? Is it because I stole your business?"
The little girl spoke too sincerely, and Meng Daxian felt a little embarrassed. However, he has always been a thick-skinned person, so he denied it confidently: "Of course not! Am I the kind of narrow-minded person?! I took this place, of course, because this is a treasure land of geomantic omen! You don't understand, just now Why do those customers come to your fortune-telling? It's because of your good location!"
Qing Huan showed a suddenly realized expression: "But I saw your face, old man. Today you are in danger of death. If you sit here, you may be slightly injured."
Meng Daxian sneered: "Are you kidding me, I can—ah!!!"
"What did I say?" Qing Huan stood up, and looked at Meng Daxian who fell into the sewer with pity because the manhole cover broke, "Are you guilty of water today?"
This fake stall was for rent, so of course she didn't have a good place to set up a stall here temporarily, there was only this broken manhole cover. But she is light, so it doesn't matter if she sits on it, but Meng Daxian, a fat old man, can't. No, the manhole cover was broken, and she fell down, probably with a sprained foot.
If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes.