No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 42

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The small hair salon is in a semi-basement, and the wind blows a corner of the poster on Sassoon's head in the window.

The locals pay attention to "don't shave the head in the first month", so the end of the year is the peak season for haircuts. In the past, the small hair salon with a busy door also became lively. People came in and out from time to time. The heating in the store was not enough. The guests were all defeated, the stubble stubble was blown all over the ground by the wind, and the hands of the teachers "Kevin" with the scissors were shivering. vibrato".

At this time, a broken car parked at the door and blocked the road very incompetently.

With a cigarette in his mouth, the driver raised his chin to the two passengers sitting in the back seat: "You two can get off here."

This is a "black car". The passengers are a mother and daughter with a foreign accent. I don't know if they are visiting relatives or traveling.

Her mother, who was in her forties, looked blankly at this dirty and dilapidated alley: "Where is this? It doesn't seem to be where we are going, Master, are you going wrong?"

"That's right." The driver didn't care about the feelings of the female passengers at all, he was breathing clouds and mist in the closed car, enjoying himself, "Get off the car and keep going forward, it will be there in one stop, I have something to do, I won't go there. open ahead."

The two passengers were new arrivals, and the first time they saw such an outrageous taxi driver, they suspected that something was wrong with their ears.

The mother asked in shock: "Go ahead... how far?"

"One stop." The driver lazily stretched out his hand and patted the steering wheel, and the car called out "beep-", "Come on, please, I have something to do."

"You took the money first when you got in the car, and now let's walk with such a heavy load?!" The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl next to her mother exploded, "Are you a hooligan?"

The driver squinted his eyes and puffed a cigarette, and replied, "Isn't it?"

The male driver had a scar at the corner of his eye, like a centipede, that stretched to the base of his ear. He squinted at people and seemed extremely malicious. The girl's mother was already a little nervous at this time, and grabbed her daughter's hand: "Tell me well..."

Girl: "Talk to silly x well, you'll get your money back!"

The male driver turned from the front row—he wasn’t wearing his seatbelt yet—stretched his fingers with the cigarette in between, and the spark almost scorched the girl’s nose, pointed at her, and said, “You say it again.”

The soot fell on the girl's hand, she screamed, shook her hand angrily, and when she lowered her head, she saw the rogue driver's waist bulging, revealing something... It looked like a knife!

The mother hurriedly held down her fast-talking child, fled the car with her luggage, and walked about 20 to 30 meters before the girl dared to turn around and quickly took a picture of the black car's license plate with her mobile phone.

This unfortunate mother and daughter probably never want to come to Yanning again in this life.

The rogue driver got out of the car slowly and stretched his waist pretentiously. A yellow-haired man ran out of the hair salon and graciously opened the door for him: "Brother Liang is here!"

The rogue driver, "Brother Liang", gave a nonchalant "Yeah", walked in with his legs raised, threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the floor of the hair salon, and stepped on a string of soot with his foot: "Damn it. chilly."

Huang Mao's eyes didn't blink: "I saw that little girl just took a picture of your car with her mobile phone..."

"Just shoot it," Brother Liang said, "Anyway, the deck's - this kid?"

Huang Mao followed his gaze, and there was a middle-aged man sitting in the corner of the hair salon. He was quite fat. His hair had not been groomed for a long time. Scratched glasses and a large snakeskin bag under his feet.

"Yes," Huang Mao said, "I brought it here by a little brother, surnamed Zhang, with our five bat command, but it is a 'stick', and the five bat command was also given by relatives. Let him go to Yanning to have one. The place to stay. The five bat orders are real guys, onyx. To be honest, it’s the first time I’ve seen it, Brother Liang, why don’t you take a look?”

Brother Liang took the small five-bat order, read it back and forth several times, and asked, "What did he do in his hometown?"

Huang Mao replied, "This idiot drove his car into someone, ran away, and hit a fucking intersection. Isn't this rushing to death? The surveillance camera clearly captured him, and it would take a few years for the police to catch him. "

Brother Liang gave a "um" and walked towards the man.

The man sat on the chair only to one side, and when he saw someone approaching, he immediately jumped up, looking at Brother Liang terrified and nervous.

"It's okay, I'll ask you a few words according to the rules, how should you say it," Brother Liang waved the five bat command in his hand at him, "I should have taught you this stuff."

The middle-aged fat man complied with a promise, his eyes never leaving the five bat command in his hand, and he wanted to come back, but he didn't dare to speak.

"Who gave you this thing?"

"It's my third uncle."

"You know what it's called, right? What kind of bat is your third uncle? What kind of business?"

"I know, I know." The middle-aged fat man said tremblingly, "This is called the Five Bat Command. My third uncle said that he belonged to a blue bat, and he did not do an 'old business'."

"Blue bat" is "shop", "it's not an old business", which means that the person from the gang is no longer a "shop boy" and has changed careers. The middle-aged fat man speaks stutteringly. These slang words are as if they have just been memorized, but he can't pick out any faults.

Brother Liang glanced at him, and suddenly his face sank: "No, since it's a blue bat, why is the five bat order he gave you red?"

The middle-aged fat man was taken aback by him, and said nonchalantly, "My third uncle has two five-bat tokens, and the other is a yellow token. He said that the token is his own and cannot be given to me. The card was given to him when he went south to work and saved a fellow student... I asked him why the blue bat's five-bat order is not blue, and the old man said that this is an old rule handed down before liberation. "

At first, what color bat was the Xingjiao Gang, and what color token was used. Later, after several civil strife, there was such a rule - the five bat orders of other colors were used to symbolize the close unity of the Xingjiao Gang five bats, regardless of each other. - Of course, it's useless, people don't want to unite themselves, let alone changing colors, grabbing a handful of Skittles won't help.

Brother Liang listened to him without any problem, and carefully cross-examined his third uncle's teacher's inheritance and name, and then eased his expression and patted the middle-aged fat man on the shoulder: "Don't be surprised, although we are all from our own family, but we are from our own family. There are too many people from all over the world, and they don’t know each other, so we can’t check them one by one, we can only ask a few more questions.”

The middle-aged fat man was so nervous that he couldn't breathe evenly. Seeing that his attitude had changed, he quickly gave up a smile that was even uglier than crying.

Huang Mao from the hair salon said next to him: "Brother Liang is broad-minded and righteous, and he can speak well in front of Wang Duozhu. Our brothers in this area are looking for him if they have any difficulties, and I will hand you over to him. ."

Middle-aged fat man: "Yes... yes..."

Brother Liang looked at this person, and felt that he could run into someone and run away. This fat man can really do it. . He lightly lit a cigarette and asked directly, "Yan Ning is expensive, do you have enough money?"

The middle-aged fat man immediately heard his subtext, and hurriedly pouted his butt to look through his big snakeskin bag, fiddled with it for a long time, found a thick envelope, nodded and handed it over: "Please help arrange it, please. "

Brother Liang drank a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and poured out the cash inside and turned it over. He was satisfied with the thickness, so he pulled it out and put it in his pocket, and threw the envelope at will: "Okay, come with me."

The fat man hurriedly picked up his big snakeskin bag and boarded Brother Liang's stinky black rental.

Just after the black taxi drove out of the alley, a low-key white car emerged from the street corner and adorned it from a distance.

"I'm looking for him for anything in this area," Yu Yan in the co-pilot listened to the voice coming from his earphones, "It seems that the wrong person was found."

Another small policeman was excited and geared up: "Brother Yu, I feel like I'm acting like Zero Zero Seven. Since I started to work, except for catching thieves and adjusting neighborhood conflicts, I have never done such an exciting thing!"

"Farewell," Yu Yan said with a sullen face, "I still hope that there will be less stimulation, and I can live a few more years—Lan Ye, I'm still a little worried, is the identity you arranged justified? What if they investigate in detail? For example... Will you call the 'third uncle' you made up to confirm? Inside the gang, if you really want to find someone, you should be able to get the contact information, right?"

"Uncle Third, we didn't make it up," Yu Lanchuan replied while staring at the car in front, "there really is such a person who received the favor of Grandma Zhang before, and said hello, so he won't reveal the secret. There was a hit-and-run driver's escape, and nothing could be found."

Yu Yan: "That big brother Han won't be recognized, right?"

The middle-aged fat man who pretended to be the driver of the accident was Han Dongsheng. He wore a wig, plucked his eyebrows, added a pair of glasses, and put on a few sparse mustaches. Clan, after such a transformation, it will become more wretched than others.

"Probably not," Yu Lanchuan thought for a while, and said, "The beggar gang's craftsmanship is still good, as long as they don't meet acquaintances, they won't recognize them."

In Courtyard 110, Meng Tianyi took the elevator straight up to the tenth floor, knocked on the door of 1003, and after a while, a big white face emerged from the crack of the door. Zhang Meizhen looked at her nephew at the door with no surprise at all, and she couldn't open her mouth with the mask, and said vaguely, "Ouch, rare guest."

Meng Tianyi strode into the room and swept around with a sullen face: "Where's Gan Qing?"

"How do I know?" Zhang Meizhen wiped the mask sheet in front of the mirror, "I didn't get up when she left, didn't I go to work?"

Meng Tianyi: "I sent WeChat to ask for leave early in the morning and called back, but she refused to answer."

"Well," Zhang Meizhen shrugged, "what's wrong with asking for leave, who can guarantee full attendance for three hundred and sixty-five days? There are always a few inconvenient days every month..."

"Second Aunt!" Meng Tianyi interrupted her and sat down on the sofa, "You asked me to contact you two days ago, arrange fake identities for others, and contact Yanning's walking help. She asked for leave today to play and disappear, in the end. What's going on? You guys are working together to help, why did you get her involved?"

Zhang Meizhen held a small mirror, took a self-portrait in the mirror, hummed a little tune, pretending not to hear.

Meng Tianyi leaned over and snatched her mirror, and the big fat face like Garfield became serious: "She has a background and a kung fu. I know it won't be a secret from you for a long time, but do you know who she is? She... "

Zhang Meizhen: "Of course I know."

Meng Tianyi: "..."

Zhang Meizhen sighed, as if feeling that today's children are more stupid than the previous generation, she said, "Go open the refrigerator and see the pile of meat she cut."

Zhang Meizhen is an expert in online shopping. She receives couriers all day long. The old lady is in charge of buying and packing, but Gan Qing helps her unpack the boxes. Sometimes I don't know which remote place to send half a pig, and the ribs and ribs are packed in a crisper box. Gan Qing can only cut her into small pieces and pack them into small bags, so that she can eat as much as she wants at a time and thaw as much as she needs.

"Use a fruit knife that hasn't been ground in 800 years to plan the ham. It rolls finer than a meat planer. One knife is sliced, and it can see through the words on the paper. After planing, it is placed in a row. I thought that the ham slices were mixed into the noodles, and I couldn't tell whose knives this is?" Zhang Meizhen rolled her eyes, "Your second aunt is not old enough yet."

The nephew, who had begun to carry flower glasses with him, was speechless.

After being silent for a while, Meng Tianyi said: "Brother Wei entrusted this child to me, I have to take care of her and lead her to the right path, you are free to do nothing, don't help, don't come to meddle, okay! "

Zhang Meizhen: "What you call the 'right way' means to find her a bunch of books for self-examination and let her learn to be an accountant?"

Meng Tianyi's eyes lit up: "Did she see it?"

"No," Zhang Meizhen said coldly, "sold for ten yuan - the first to collect the junk, she said she would give five yuan, but she refused, and then these two goods bargained at the door for ten minutes for three melons and two dates, listen. It hurts my brain."

Meng Tianyi: "..."

Zhang Meizhen: "If a person has a way forward in her heart, even if she can only use the calculator, starting from the cashier, she can go step by step and live her life on the right track. You don't need to worry about it at all. If there is no such way, even if she has read 800 doctoral degrees, she will still be able to live without tomorrow, eat and die, believe it or not?"

Meng Tianyi sighed: "I know, but..."

"Do you think that people are like hide-and-seek, as long as you hide well, the past will not be able to find you?" Zhang Meizhen tore off the mask and sneered, "Her meridians in her right hand are broken so that she can only hold chopsticks, but she still holds the chopsticks in her left hand. A knife that can kill you, two exam books, can you hold down Wan Muchun's blade?"

Boss Meng looked at her blankly.

Zhang Meizhen was a little heartbroken. Looking at these righteous descendants, because they were too "righteous", they were busy living hard and making progress, thinking about how to get promotions, raise wages, repay loans and save money. If it doesn't work, they have to find a not-so-right "demon girl" to swipe at the back, otherwise it won't necessarily happen.

"But… "

"Don't be so, nephew, I said are you menopausal? It's annoying me, let's go!"

Before Meng Tianyi finished speaking, he was invited out by his second aunt.

"Second aunt, Wan Muchun sees blood, I'm afraid she will..."

"That's her own business, she's not a child anymore." Zhang Meizhen interrupted him, "Everyone has their own obstacles, everyone has their own calamities, if they can't survive, they ruin themselves, they deserve it! You! Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Apart from flipping the spoon, do you still remember a few tricks? If you think too much, get out of here!"

At this time, the "right way" and two police officers who handled the case quietly followed Brother Liang to a small hotel.

Yu Yan took a look: "Hey! These bastards really know how to hide."

Yu Lanchuan asked, "What?"

"This row of hotels are all love hotels. They mainly focus on hourly rooms, and they do business for couples who come to open rooms. If they are regular customers, they also provide confidentiality services—that is, they do not register ID cards. In case someone comes to check, the hotel will provide you with Fake identity, specializing in providing services for all kinds of cheaters and cheaters." Yu Yan said, "Hide in, as long as you don't come out, no one will know you're inside."

Yu Lanchuan turned around and said, "Spider-Man, it's up to you."

Yan Hao, who had been huddled in the back seat, was called out by surprise, and his face turned purple with excitement.

"This is the person we're looking for," Yu Yan showed him the photo of "Qigong Master", "We also gave him a beard, hair, sunglasses... Several common modifications are also sent to your mobile phone. Let's go, so that you won't recognize him as a 'transformation'—Lan Ye, why are you so down-to-earth with your transfiguration methods, what about the legendary human skin mask?"

"You can't even buy cowhide, so give it back." Yu Lanchuan parked the car in a hidden place and watched Yan Hao get out of the car. Like a big gecko, he lightly stuck to the wall and disappeared after a few moments.

At this time, Han Dongsheng had been led into the inn by Brother Liang.

Brother Liang said: "A brother from other places who defected to us, make room for him and live for a long time."

The receptionist was with him. He knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. While looking for the registration key, he said, "Brother Liang, why are there so many 'long stays' in the past two days?"

"Who knows, fleeting years is not good."

Han Dongsheng's ears moved and he thought, "The master of Qigong is also hiding here."

At this moment, with a sound of "crashing", several people raised their heads, only to see the female guest who came out to check out staring at Han Dongsheng like a ghost, and dropped the key.

Han Dongsheng: "..."

This woman is his colleague, married.

Young Master Yu Jinkou Yuyan said, "As long as you don't meet acquaintances, you won't recognize them."

Xiao Yu's mouth opened.