No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 85

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Yu Lanchuan was inexplicable, raised his eyebrows above his hairline, and asked Yan Hao a question mark.

Gan Qing: "Why, do you have something to do?"

Yu Lanchuan suddenly raised his head and asked her, "Do you think I look like a human navigator?"

Gan Qing blinked, but didn't understand - this little Master Yu usually feels so good about himself, but he is not confident about his greatest advantage

Yu Lanchuan gritted his teeth fiercely: "Then you, one by one, send me a map to locate me, what do you mean?"

After Yan Hao sent out the map location, there was no response, and he didn't even have time to read Yu Lanchuan's reply.

The quiet figure slid around the corner and disappeared in an instant, scaring Yan Hao into a cold sweat, and almost thought he was lost again. Fortunately, the road was in disrepair for a long time, and the stone bricks on both sides were lifted up, revealing soft mud. , leaving half a small footprint of a girl, Yan Hao followed the footprints to find it, only to find a small door in the corner - for some reason between the two courtyards, there is a small gap between the brick walls, very narrow, I am afraid there is not enough for one person Passed, probably because I was afraid that it would not be easy to clean, so a small gate was added here.

She must have gone the other way from here.

Yan Hao thought so, jumped up, turned over the small door, and landed lightly... Not finished.

This small space lacks great virtue. One side of the yard has a sloping wall, so the space is wide and narrow at the top!

Yan Hao's skeleton was already several times larger than that of a slender little girl. In addition, he had been piled up in front of the computer all the year round, shrugging his neck and shoulders. He carried a pair of extra thick shoulders. in!

Yan Hao's feet were hanging in the air, his feet fluttered a few times, but he still couldn't reach the ground. With such a posture that he couldn't reach the village or the ground, he desperately turned his head and found that he was quietly looking at him in surprise at the other end of the alley.

Yan Hao fluttered his feet out of the freestyle shape, his face flushed red.

He came back to his senses quietly, and gestured to him with difficulty in the cramped space: "You follow me?"

Yan Hao wanted to return the gesture, but there was really no place to put his hand, so he had to endure the humiliation and open his mouth, ready to speak human words.

Before he could say anything, he quietly made a "silence" gesture—

The wooden door is not very soundproof. Yan Hao followed her gesture to one side and heard a loud voice from the other end.

"Keep the hutong entrance and don't let people come in."

"Yang Yifan, we wouldn't want to use force if it weren't for you being too talented!"

"If Elder Zhao doesn't come out, this will not be over!"

Yang Yifan

Yan Hao opened his eyes.

Quietly squatted down beside the wooden door on the other side of the small space, and looked out through the gap.

In order to save trouble, Yang Yifan copied the path behind the hospital. It was originally shaded, and the intersections at both ends were blocked by homeless people and beggars. In the northwest wind, a few homeless people in ragged clothes gathered together, looking like they were going to pick quarrels and cause trouble. , even if someone passed by and saw such a group, they all detoured.

I quietly saw two men in patched clothes holding Yang Yifan, pulling and pulling, not knowing where to take her.

Yang Yifan is usually not forgiving, but this person is in the low eaves, but she is very aware of the current affairs. She knows that if she opens her throat, she will not be able to call anyone, so she simply does not bother, but deliberately lowers her center of gravity, making it difficult for the opponent to drag and delay time. , opened the patent leather bag at the same time, and let all kinds of keys, documents and other small things roll everywhere - this way, as long as these scumbags are a little careless, it is easy to miss things on the scene, if someone comes to her , can provide clues.

She quietly arched her back like a vigilant cat. At this moment, she heard a rustling movement behind her. She looked back distractedly, only to see that Yan Hao almost broke her lock before turning to the side. He took a deep breath and retracted his stomach, and finally fell to the ground. He was struggling to move towards her with crab steps, and reached out a hand to her in desperation - help, give me a hand!

Quietly: "… "

She glanced outside the small wooden door, then glanced at Yan Hao, who was about to suffocate to death. After hesitating again and again, she chose the one whose life was more "in danger" - squeezed over, grabbed Yan Hao's hand, and pulled him out.

But Yan Hao's radish was too big, and the surrounding soil was not soft. He quietly exerted his strength to move mountains and only dragged Yan Hao out by five centimeters. She was sweating and had to stop. Shaking his head, he looked back worriedly.

Yan Hao understood her body language: It's more urgent over there, or would you like to hang out here for a while

Yan Hao didn't say a word, his eyes sank, and he grabbed her wrist.

He felt it just now. Although Quiet is light and flexible, she really doesn't have much strength in her hands. Judging by the way she dragged herself, Yan Hao felt that even if she had a little kung fu, she might not have practiced solidly, and she must not be allowed to go out alone. .

Quietly stomping his feet, struggling to break his hand, Yan Hao folded his five fingers, squeezed her tighter, and shook his head at her again and again. Yan Hao has come and gone without a trace. Not only is Qinggong good, but swallows have wings. "Tangqianyan" does not have this racial advantage. He can only rely on the strength of his limbs. He can hang himself outside a tall building with only one hand and five fingers.

Quietly felt that his fingers were like iron pliers, and they couldn't break them apart, so he was so angry that he tried to bite him.

Yan Hao turned his head away without looking at her, and tried to bite at will. Anyway, his skin was rough and fleshy. With his other hand, he took out the mobile phone with difficulty and sent a message to Yu Lanchuan: Kidnap, come quickly!

Before he finished typing, he quietly made a big move to him - squeaked him.

Yan Hao's hands trembled, and the word "lai" became "la", and he sent it out unexpectedly. He was fixed by two walls and had nowhere to hide, and he didn't dare to make a sound. down.

Yu Lanchuan returned a series of question marks: Who kidnapped who? how many people? what's the situation? You speak well, what are you talking about!

Yan Hao: "…"

I'm dying!

Yang Yifan, who was blocked by the beggar gang in the small alley, caught a glimpse of a gray car coming at the intersection, and said in a low voice, "What's the use of taking me away? Do you want me to hand over the dog bat, or let me give it to you? Write a statement to apologize? If I say something, the police won't investigate it?"

"That's not up to us."

Yang Yifan sneered: "The Beggar Gang is 'suspected' as an illegal non-governmental organization. Now that you all have to take it seriously, I can sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman - let go! I'll go by myself!"

She yanked away the person who had caught her, and with a sullen face, she pulled out her shoes that were stuck in the sewer and put them on. The aura suddenly grew to 2.8 meters. Yang Yifan wiped his messy hair: "Let's go."

At this time, Yan Hao, who was full of itching flesh, finally couldn't stand it anymore. As soon as his hand was released, he slipped out like a fish, and rushed to the other side of the small door.

Yan Hao didn't hold back, and while struggling violently, he even rolled up his coat and sweater under the friction of the walls on both sides. The next "two-bar beam" vest was finally able to move reluctantly, but it was too late to grab it quietly.

Quietly jumped up.

Yan Hao's expression cracked - wait, don't go!

At this moment, the sound of the siren cut through everyone's tense nerves. His feet were already in the air, and he reacted very quickly. He propped his feet to the sides and fixed himself. The beggar and homeless guarding the intersection. Everyone became nervous, and the car that was going to be used to tie people immediately slid away from the roadside.

The siren was getting closer and closer, and then there was a human voice: "What are you doing!"

The disciples of the Beggar Gang couldn't take care of Yang Yifan anymore, and left in a hurry. Quietly and Yan Hao in the small space held their breath, quietly and carefully looking out from the crack of the wooden door.

I saw a black-faced man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came in with a group of police officers in uniform, Yang Yifan smiled at him in a relaxed manner: "I thought that the call to the police just now didn't get through, why, meow team, now there is social order. Does the problem also require the police to call out?"

"My surname is Miao—no," Team Miao picked up her mobile phone and handed it over, "the organizations you mentioned are pervasive, I thought you might be in danger, so I found a few brothers to watch around you, but I didn't expect them How dare you! This is the underworld!"

Yang Yifan didn't answer.

Team Miao looked up: "What?"

"The granddaughter of the former boss of the 'Underworld' has a hot potato," Yang Yifan looked down at him, "Team Meow, do you want to take over?"

In Yard No. 110, Yu Lanchuan received news from Yan Hao as soon as the driver of the taxi called by Yu Lanchuan took the order.

After the "Spider-Man" who couldn't kick a fart with three legs sent a few inexplicable WeChat messages for help, he said: "It's alright, the police are here."

Yu Lanchuan, who didn't have time to fasten his coat buttons: "..."

After Yan Hao sent the message, his nose felt a little itchy, and he suspected that the leader of the alliance was scolding him: "Quie..."

With his back facing him, he quietly reached out a hand and interrupted him. Yan Hao's nerves tightened just now. After a while, they heard very light footsteps.

Yang Yifan and Miao team left, and the rest of the police went around to search for the beggar gang disciples just now. A man in a suit walked in slowly - there was a small decorative patch on his sleeve holding a mobile phone.

"Let's go with the police... Well, I'm afraid the dog-fighting stick will also fall into their hands... I know, Elder Yang, the token is not a problem. This time the beggar gang has encountered a big obstacle, but it is our opportunity... Brothers, hide it. Don't worry, I'll go right now."

Yan Hao, who had finally squeezed in, heard it in the fog, looked down at Quietly, but found that the girl's face was covered with a thick shadow.

Yan Hao patted her shoulder—what's the matter with you

Quietly ignored it, the man walked away while making a phone call, quietly and gently clawed at the wooden door, and with a jump, he squeezed out of the small space.

Yan Hao had to keep up.

The man in the suit was very careful. He had to stop and look around when he didn't pass a reflective intersection, in case someone was following him. Unfortunately, his ears and kung fu were probably not very good.

In less than five minutes, Quietly and Yan Hao saw the person he wanted to see.

The man was gray-haired, walking a little lame, short and thin, squinting and squatting on the side of the road to smoke - it was Yang Ping.

Yan Hao didn't know Yang Ping, but he could feel that the quiet body tightened in an instant, and bloodshots escaped from the big apricot core's eyes.

Yan Hao thought about it, adjusted the camera closer, took a photo of Yang Ping secretly, and sent the location to Yu Lanchuan again.

Yu Lanchuan had just negotiated with the driver to cancel the order, but the customer canceled the order for no reason, and the driver was also very unhappy, so he sprayed him coldly: "You should think about it before calling, I'm halfway there, what a fool! "

Yu Lanchuan justified his loss, and he could only endure the spray. Who would have thought that he would go crazy when he received another position before the phone was put down.

"Calm down, calm down," Gan Qing quickly coaxed, "I'll call for the car this time."

Yu Lanchuan's face was cold, and he was unhappy beside him intently.

Gan Qing wiped away the tear film from her eyes and flipped through the phone for a long time. Yu Lanchuan said impatiently, "No one answered yet? What kind of popularity do you have?"

"No," Gan Qing sniffed, and asked in a loud voice, "What's the full name of the taxi software?"

Yu Lanchuan: "…"

These people are afraid that they are going to piss him off and usurp the position of the leader!

As soon as Yan Hao finished sending WeChat, he saw Quietly becoming more and more unable to hold his breath. Those hands that usually tenderly care for kittens and puppies clenched their fists, and the blue veins extended from the back of the hands to the arms.

Yang Ping, who looked up and said something to his subordinates, suddenly changed his face: "What dirty things did you bring back?"

The subordinates are inexplicable: "What..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ping's cigarette lighter flew out, wrapped in strong wind, and called quietly at the one hidden behind a tree in the distance.

Yan Hao picked up the back of the quiet neck and yanked her back, the lighter rubbed her against the tree trunk, and exploded on the spot with a loud noise.

been discovered!

Yang Ping chewed the end of his cigarette and stood up slowly: "Where are the two little mice?"

Yan Hao couldn't let Quiet stand out, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, he jumped out from behind the tree in a daze, blocked Quiet in front of him, and stared at Yang Ping.

Yang Ping took the cigarette butt out of his mouth and glanced at him: "Oh, the little brat of the Yan family."

Yan Hao was stunned: "You... you know me? Who are you?"

Yang Ping bared his yellow teeth: "You don't know what your business is? I've seen the kung fu of your three-legged cat. While I'm in a good mood, I'm too lazy to know you in general, so get out."

At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly came from behind Yan Hao: "You are Yang Ping."

He looked back and quietly held a mobile phone. I don't know what software he used to read the words she typed.

Yang Ping's brows moved, and his eyes fell on the inconspicuous little girl.

She looked like she was only twenty years old, with the immaturity of a young girl on her face, her lips pursed into a line.

"I'm Zhu Qiao. Thirty years ago, my grandfather was one of the elders of the Nine Bags of the Beggar Gang, do you remember?"

Yang Ping slowly stood up straight.

"My grandmother and little aunt were sold by you to the walking gang and burned to death in the warehouse. My grandfather went to seek revenge for the walking gang, so he was imprisoned and died in it. My father was only thirteen years old, because he was playful. He slept at a classmate's house and escaped. He will never forget the day when his family was destroyed overnight, and he was investigating that incident until his death."

After quietly typing the last sentence, he stuffed the phone into Yan Hao, and pulled out a half-foot-long dagger from his trousers.

The phone dutifully said the last sentence for her: "He can't see, I'll ask him clearly."