Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 895: Ninety-third bowl of soup (1)

Ninety-third bowl of soup (1)

Fortune telling.

Two **** big characters were printed on the white and miserable cloth. The four corners were pressed with four small stones that were picked up from nowhere, and there was also a small ponytail for the guests to sit on. It can be said to be quite shabby. There are many old fortune-tellers in this street, but most of them are old men and middle-aged women who can speak well, and they all put up a very detailed picture of Zhouyi gossip, like this, two big characters. The booth of white cloth...really doesn't exist.

But this stall has the best business.

Why?

Because the little girl in the stall is so pretty!

Carved from pink and jade, the skin is so tender that water can be squeezed out, and the long hair is tied into a neat ponytail, revealing a round, smooth and full forehead. No, I don't know why I sat down in front of her booth and asked her to show it to myself.

Meng Daxian, who stood next to a fortune-telling booth with iron mouths, squinted at melon seeds, and was very unhappy and extremely unhappy. you ask why? Just listen and see for yourself...

"This gentleman looks like he will make a small fortune today! ... Well, yes, I am definitely right, this small fortune is not less than a thousand yuan... Absolutely!"

Bah! If you close the stall at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, people can't come to you even if they haven't made a small fortune!

"Looking for a girlfriend? I see your face is ruddy. I'm afraid that you will have a peach blossom recently... What? Lie to you? Of course I won't lie to you!"

Wipe! You don't deceive, who deceives? Sounds like a lie, right? My old man has used this trick before! There is a peach blossom luck recently. Is there a time limit for this recently? Look at that fortune-teller kid with a crazy face, when people come to you and say it's not accurate, you can just talk to people directly, right?

"Students, do you want to ask about the college entrance examination results? 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 about their children's studies can say the same! It's all tricks!

Seeing the business of the little girls next to them one by one, Meng Daxian was so angry that he was blowing his beard and staring. He worked so hard to set up the stall for most of the day on a hot day, and it still hasn't opened yet, but the little girl next door has made a profit Bowl full! Are you angry or not? ! And such a fortune teller? No palm reading, no face, no divination, no words, just open your mouth? ? ? so cow? ? ? He Meng Daxian has lived for more than forty years, and he still has no such ability! A real master like him eats by his ability, and this little girl dares to come and grab a job! He was supposed to be the fortune-teller in this street!

Meng Daxian was about to go up and smash the stall, and the little girl next door finally sent off the last guest. 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 in front of the stall - fortunately that man Wear overalls and a belt, otherwise you will be embarrassed!

He looked up again—Meng Daxian gasped, oh damn, isn't this the thorny head, Zhong Xun, captain of the city's criminal investigation team! Do not believe in strange powers and chaos gods who claim that modern society does not talk about feudal superstitions! The little girl dragged him... Won't be beaten? Look at this guy who is 1.9 meters tall, muscular and burly, isn't the little girl enough to punch? Even Meng Daxian knew that Zhong Xun had won the National Police Fighting Championship 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 cases. Don't look at people tall and big, but they are as careful as hair, and their eyes are like thunder and lightning, as if they can see through people's hearts, which is quite scary.

The reason why Meng Daxian is so familiar with Zhong Xun is because they had met more than once at the crime scene, and each time they scared him to shit, so he didn't dare to naively want to teach the nonsense at the next door. The little girl who is babbling blindly fortune-telling, let's slip first——

"...Mr. Police, I think you're going to have a bloodbath today."

Hey, don't say it, the little girl's voice is sweet and clear, and it's quite nice. I can't complain that the people who come to tell fortunes are all men. It's good to look good. Unlike him, he is a bad old man. Although he can be said to be handsome when he is young.

Zhong Xun lowered his head and glanced at the little hands that were tugging at his pants. They were white and tender, very cute and small. He looked down at the owner of the hand, first shocked by the beauty of the other party, and then saw the two huge scarlet characters under her feet - fortune-telling.

It turned out to be a little magic stick.

Coldly: "Let go."

"Mr. Policeman, listen to me, I won't lie to you, you will really have a bloodbath today, but if you believe me... Hey! Hey, don't go!" The pants were torn away, the man Meteor left in stride. He was busy investigating the case and chasing clues, and had no time to entangle with a little magician. Qing Huan was silent for two seconds, quickly packed up the little horse 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 and attack her when suddenly there was a loud bang, and a large flower pot fell from the sky and smashed to the ground. If he hadn't been hugged by the girl for a second, the flowerpot would have opened a scoop to his hard head.

"...Look, I said you have a **** disaster, right?" Qing Huan retracted her hand and pouted at the flowerpot on the ground.

Zhong Xun raised his head, his sharp eyes saw a bear child on the ninth floor who was pulled back by his parents and hid, and had no intention of apologizing.

He is violent! spleen! gas!

I was about to go up to find someone to settle the account, but was grabbed by Qing Huan: "Hey!"

"Let go."

"You're a people's policeman. Besides, he's a kid. It's useless for you to go up there." He won't be sentenced.

"It's useless." Zhong Xun grinned suddenly, then returned to his fierce expression. "But I can beat him up."

Wow!

Qing Huan jogged and followed, and saw that Zhong Xun knocked on the door first, the other party pretended to be dead, and then he kicked over, and the security door was smashed! This guy is so powerful!

Then Qing Huan happily watched a live documentary at the door, "Bear Child Throwing Flower Pots in the Sky, Victim Beats Parents, and Parents". The parents were beaten even worse, and they clamored to call the police.

Zhong Xun smiled again. He looked fierce and terrifying when he laughed. Take out the ***: "I am the policeman, you report it!"

Then the family dared not speak. Zhong Xun clenched his fists: "I smashed Lao Tzu today. I have a quick reaction. If I smash someone else in the future, no matter how young your son is, I will beat him to death, remember?!"

The bear family nods like garlic: "Remember, remember!"

The wicked man in the legend is the wicked man to grind... Qing Huan grabbed Zhong Xun who was about to ignore her striding away, "Don't go, listen to me!"

Zhongxun looked at her impatiently, and then suddenly realized that she seemed to be really beautiful...more beautiful than the cursory glance just now...especially the eyes are particularly beautiful, watery fluttering fan fluttering, long eyelashes. "What, what?"

"I meant to say, I just gave you the right calculation, didn't I?"

"You're blind." Zhong Xun didn't take a word for it.

Qing Huan said: "But if I didn't pull you, your head would be gone!" What does it feel like when a vase falls from the sky and hits your head?

Zhong Xun still insisted on his own opinion: "I don't believe this, you can find someone else." After taking two steps, he felt inappropriate, he took out his wallet and took out all the hundred-yuan bills and stuffed them into her, "Go back to school. , don't learn to sway."

Qing Huan: "..." Hey, she looks like a liar? She's here to help.

Being dumbfounded for two seconds, Zhong Xun walked more than a dozen steps faster than her. Afraid that he would really leave, Qing Huan shouted to him, "I know who killed Wang Fang!"

"What did you say?!"

If it wasn't for Qing Huan's strong psychological quality, ordinary little girls would 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?"

"It's all said that I figured it out." Qing Huan pinched her fingers, "I'm really here to help you. You can't find anything out of your headless investigation now. Why don't you trust me."

Zhong Xun stared at her for two seconds, "It must have been known from somewhere, I don't believe it."

Qing Huan: "...Hey! If you can't find it out! I'll be waiting for you at the old place where I set up the stall just now!"

Before the words were finished, Zhong Xunren was gone.

She returned to the old place to continue setting up the stall, but found that Meng Daxian had taken her seat at some point. Qing Huan hugged Xiao Ma Zha and said tactfully, "This old man, this is my seat..."

Her voice is soft and young, Meng Daxian, who is bullying and fearing hardship, hummed: "Did you write your name?"

Not really. Qing Huan simply spread out the little horse and sat down, "Why are you mad at me, old man? Is it because I robbed you of your business?"

The little girl spoke too honestly, and Meng Daxian was a little embarrassed. However, he has always been very cheeky, so he confidently denied: "Of course not! Am I the kind of person who is careful?! I occupied this place, of course, because this place is a treasure of feng shui! You children don't understand, just now Why do those guests come to you for fortune-telling? It's because your terrain is good!"

Qing Huan showed an expression of sudden realization: "But I saw your face, old man. Today, your life is in trouble. If you sit here, I'm afraid you will be slightly injured."

Meng Daxian sneered: "What are you kidding, I can—ah!!!"

"What did I say?" Qing Huan stood up and looked pitifully at Meng Daxian, who fell into the sewer due to the rupture of the manhole cover, "Did you commit water today?"

This fake stall is all for rent. Of course, she didn't have a good place to set up the stall here temporarily. There was only such a broken manhole cover. However, she is light, so it doesn't matter if she sits on it. Meng Daxian, a fat old man, can't do it. No, the manhole cover is broken, people fall, and it is estimated that her feet are also swollen.

If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer.