Hidden Assassin: Section 411 Stir-fried chestnuts with sugar

Yujiang Police Station.

Put away the umbrella. Walking quickly into the corridor, the police officer Xiao Ke also greeted him: "Sister Qing. Didn’t you hear that your mother is coming with your sister? Now I just suspect that there will be no results here. There is no need to come here in person. ."

"Hehe, it is better to have a clue than no clue." Mu Qingqing smiled with a guilty conscience, "How is it now?"

"We found some pieces of paper from the trash bag we just picked up. After collage, we thought it should be the target of the fish head group. But the drawing on that piece of paper was very rough. A few pieces are missing. Some places are wet by rain again. It is still difficult for us to be sure..."

"Take me to see."

"Sister Qing, have you ever thought that Liu Zhiming was lying to us at all. His purpose is just for the informant fee?" Xiao Ke asked on the way to the office.

"Heh. You borrow him for courage?"

"But his wife was sick, and all the money in the family was used up. She borrowed everywhere, even in the loan sharks. Could it be that she happened to know what the fish head group was going to do. So deliberately. Son."

"It's better to trust it. If you don't trust it, it's better not to have an accident. If something really happens, everyone will have a hard time." Walked into the big office at the end. The police officers around the table all turned their heads. Saying hello to vacate their positions, they gathered around the table. There was a broken picture pieced together from scraps of paper. A detailed map of Yujiang City was placed next to it for comparison. But...

"Are there any other fragments left out? I have looked for them at the scene?"

"No, I've seen it at the scene too. The fish head group has left there for two or three days. It has been windy in the past few days. Even if it left, it would have been blown away long ago... "

"...I can't see things like this, two intersections, no signs are added, there are too many places like this, although there are a few arrows. But..."

Mu Qingqing frowned and took out a pair of rubber gloves from the drawer: "Take me to see that garbage bag."

In the small room next door, the mess in the entire trash bag has long been divided into several piles. There was an unpleasant smell from the leftovers. Although it was winter, the smell was not strong, but it was quite impressive. Mu Qingqing stood there, the little stick fiddled with it. About ten minutes later, she frowned and came out of the room. Throwing some chestnut shells on the table in his hand.

"It is the Industrial and Commercial Bank of Wuyi Street, they may be preparing to grab the bank..."

"Uh, no, Sister Qing, although the fish head gang used to be lawless, they didn't have the courage... and, how do you know..."

Mu Qingqing has only been here for more than a year, and he is not a local. He was immediately the Captain of the Criminal Police. Although the ability can be regarded as outstanding, many places are naturally not so convincing. The subordinate who said these words naturally didn't believe it, Mu Qingqing shrugged, picked up the little gang next to him and painted, trying to restore the things on the broken piece of paper.

"Two intersections. Buildings and buildings. The scale here is larger than this one. This is the bank. The Industrial and Commercial Bank near Yujiang is dominated by this one. Then there was a policeman when it was originally built. Very quickly, but I know that the police station was relocated three years ago. This place has become a relatively dead spot. Look at the arrow, if after doing something there, you can escape here and prepare for a car. It is ideal. Local methods. And most importantly. These chestnut shells."

Mu Qingqing picked up a few chestnut shells on the table, and then stroked it on the blackboard with chalk.

"My current place of residence is near here. I pass by every day, here at the crossroads of the bank. It's a market, and there is a person selling sugar-fried chestnuts here. I often buy them, and you should have eaten them too. You know, you know that you can have them all year round. But in fact, after they are fried, they are always a bit bad. I usually like to eat them. I have tried them in other places in Yujiang. So I have a say. From From Jianghai to Yujiang, I’m afraid there’s only one stall that has sugar-fried chestnuts. It has never been bad. It should have been chosen when cutting the ground..."

These words made everyone look a little complicated, and Xiao Ke smiled and said: "Is this a three hundred and sixty line of trips and top picks..."

"Oh, it’s not wrong to say that. If we eat the candied and fried chestnuts, of course we will spit it out. But I checked all the crust. Nothing was spit out, and even if they are lucky or Other local merchants happened to have bought a batch of perfectly good chestnuts. But there is one other thing. There is no coincidence. This merchant's knives are good. Every cut is just right. I can't figure out how he handles it. I found out after eating a few times. It's like a machine, maybe it's because... fools will be more focused..."

"Fool?" someone asked suspiciously. immediately. Someone also said: "I heard that there is something wrong with the brain that sells sugar-fried chestnuts..."

"I don't know." Mu Qingqing shook his head. "You don't talk to him much when you buy things, he is just like a normal person, but when he is fine, he is in a daze. He is very focused on the way things are, and rarely talks with people... But this is not important. That place It was Yutou's temporary foothold. At this time, most of them have already discussed what to do. They can't go to the streets and just wander around. The most likely is to step on..."

"The intersection is the same, and the size of the building is the same. Add these chestnut shells. According to Liu Zhiming's ground report. Isn't it that the fish head is back with a terrible cousin? So if they really want to do something, Bai It's 80% possible......"

She tapped on the blackboard with the pen tip. "That's it!"

Driving through that intersection. Mu Qingqing stopped.

The intentions of the Yutou gang are still speculation. It is difficult to be sure that they really dare to do such a big case of robbing the bank. The information on the informant's side is also a bit unreliable, so if you can do it, as she said, take precautions early in the attitude of preferring to believable and unreliable.

It took some time to understand the situation at the bank, and made a few speculations. The weather is not good. In the past few days-or tomorrow, it might snow. Wait until after the heavy snow closes the mountains near the city. It will be much more difficult to escape and track down, if the other party wants to do it. It is likely to choose these days before the weather becomes worse. As the new year is approaching, their tasks are also heavy. Probably a division of labor was arranged, and a group of people thought of her mother and sister coming over, urging her to go home. It was close to ten o'clock in the evening.

Slowly drove the car to observe the buildings around the street, as she had previously thought. If you want to vote here. The bank is considered the most valuable place. She stopped at the intersection. She looked at the bank from a distance, and she was at the Caishikou on the other side. A yellow lamp is still on, it's the man who sells candies and stir-fried chestnuts.

Sometimes she really admires this young man who sells candied chestnuts-looks younger than her, but the exact age is difficult to determine, maybe twenty-one to twenty-nine . A very popular face. With a shallow beard, a few pieces of clothing look very old, but not sloppy, as if they have been washed over and over again until the color is white, but they can continue to wear as long as they are not broken. Very frugal. At first glance, it seems to be clean, honest and introverted. If you dress up, you might be able to dress up as a shy boy.

She always felt that. A man of this age shouldn't be guarding a trolley selling sugar-fried chestnuts every day. Of course things are not as she thought.

At the beginning of last year, I saw this trolley selling sweet chestnuts appeared. It's less than six o'clock every morning. She could see the cart appearing. The small warm yellow light with battery life was lit in the market before sunrise. When the twilight rose, the vendors in the market walked away one after another, and the lights came on again. He stayed there until the people were gone and the market was empty, and he stayed there until ten o'clock in the evening before closing the stall on time, every day. Rain or shine.

At first she didn't feel anything, but thanks to her gluttonous illnesses and occupational diseases, she gradually noticed this cart selling sweet chestnuts. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year. No matter who, there should be something different. Or encounter some unexpected obstacles, but only this little car is there every day. At least every day from six in the morning to ten in the evening. Every time she passes by. This little car is always there. Without exception. She has only been here for more than a year. Sometimes I think. This little car seemed to her to be some kind of constant coordinates in space and time.

It is like a certain sign that God put there. The surrounding people, things, plants or buildings will change over time. Only this small car parked here, silently watching every day. Dawn and night, when the sky is still dark. It turned on the light and waited for the street light to go out. sunrise. There were more and more pedestrians, and when it was dark, it was still lit there, watching the street market with fewer and fewer pedestrians, gradually becoming quieter.

Of course. Such thoughts only occasionally arise in my mind. But because of this, she often goes there to buy sweet-fried chestnuts to eat.

However, all this may be because the man who sells candied chestnuts is a little weird, and more people say that he is a fool. But it's different from ordinary patients who are dumbfounded, if you buy things with him. He is very adept at quotation and other things. A few simple words is completely like a normal person, but he doesn't talk to other people~IndoMTL.com~more time. He sat behind the stall in a daze, frowning and head thinking about many things, or contemplation or nostalgia. Occasionally there is a faint smile. If you just watch it from a distance. Maybe you think he is very mature, and because of this, it makes people completely unclear about his age.

I went to buy sugar-fried chestnuts more often. Mu Qingqing had also heard the street vendors next to him talk about it. On a few occasions, he had said a few words to the people next to him as if he had returned to normal, and each time he was shocked. But a few words. He was in a daze again, and others thought: Maybe it is just because he is a unique fool that he can stir-fry the sweet chestnuts so delicious. anyway. After all, it's just a place to sell chestnuts.

Checked the time. Mu Qingqing pushed the door and got off. Then opened the umbrella. Walk towards the market. The rain became a little bit lighter and the air was cold. It is helpful for her to think, it's time for the other party to close the market. She wants to buy some more for supper. Maybe say a few words, if you are lucky. Maybe it's possible to run into this fool's normal time-she decided to try her luck.

She didn't know when she got out of the car. This one thought jokingly. Many things after the change, or rather. After deciding, there are many things.

No matter how many futures there have been in our imagination. But the real future. There is only one—the one we chose.