Stop the anchor, there are all police outside!

Just when Zhou Hang was in a daze.

The room door was opened.

A stubble-faced man walked in.

Houses in urban villages like these are cheap to rent to great gods, and the environment is naturally not very good.

Most importantly it is not a single room.

There are often several people living in one house.

The beds they sleep in are also bunk beds like those in schools.

Similar to 90s hotel beds.

The man who came in at this time was Chen Jun who Zhou Hang rented another bed in the room.

Don't look at him sloppy.

But he used to be the boss of a company.

Because of the bad habit of gambling, he lost all his family property.

In order to avoid debts, he had to leave his hometown.

But it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

In the past, he could earn other people's salary for a month in one day.

I don't even bother to work like ordinary people.

Moreover.

It is impossible to pay off his debts by working part-time.

Simply lying in the rental house all day.

Live in a muddle.

"Brother, is there any fire? I can't find the lighter!"

After Chen Jun walked in, he sat on his bed.

He was smoking a cigarette and touched his trouser pocket.

Then he looked up at Zhou Hang, scratched his head, and smiled.

"Have!"

Zhou Hang fumbled in his pocket, then handed over the lighter.

"Thank you."

After Chen Jun lit the cigarette in his mouth, he thanked him politely.

At the same time, he also took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to Zhou Hang.

"Don't be so polite, I still have the lighter, and I'll give this to you."

Zhou Hang waved his hand, declining Chen Jun's kindness.

however.

Chen Jun forcibly threw the cigarette beside Zhou Hang's pillow.

Then he sat down on Zhou Hang's bed.

He took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote some numbers there.

Biting the pen holder from time to time.

Think hard.

Zhou Hang saw this.

He glanced at the small book in Chen Jun's hand.

Looking at the dense numbers on the book, I was very curious.

"Oh... what are you writing?"

Zhou Hang picked up the cigarette beside the pillow and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He raised his eyebrows.

Quite interested, he asked.

"No.11 has been released for two consecutive episodes, and the fifth episode of No. [-] has not been released..."

Chen Jun frowned slightly, and muttered.

It took a while to come back to his senses.

Only then did he realize that Zhou Hang was talking to him.

Come out of your own world now.

"This... a lottery ticket! I bought it for fun."

After Chen Jun finished speaking, he began to study his lottery numbers.

Although he said that he bought it for fun.

But there is a thick stack of lottery tickets thrown away in the trash can every time.

"This thing is very fake. I heard that the winners are all insiders. It's better to find a class honestly."

Zhou Hang raised his eyebrows and responded casually.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the lighter in his pocket, and wanted to light a cigarette, but felt that the smell in the room was too strong.

He simply took down the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"There are also middle ones, and there are also middle ones..."

Chen Jun seemed to be dazed, and murmured.

I don't know if he is answering Zhou Hang or convincing himself.

after all.

With his current situation.

If even the lottery tickets are fake, then there is really no hope in life.

The lottery at least allows him to dream.

Seeing that he was obsessed deeply, Zhou Hang simply stopped asking.

And Chen Jun saw that Zhou Hang was so easy to talk to.

Also opened the chatterbox.

Start asking Zhou Hang for advice.

Ask Zhou Hang to help him choose the lottery numbers.

Zhou Hang was bored, so he tried to help him analyze it.

……

at the same time.

Within Sanhe Village.

Two police officers also just walked to the fruit stand under the residential building.

"Are you saying that the commander-in-chief is a little too cautious? I have checked all Sanhe villages, and I have to check again!"

One of the police officers took off his hat and fanned it like a fan.

It had just rained and the sun came out.

The day became unbearably hot and humid.

After walking a few steps, I was sweating profusely.

"Stop complaining, kid! It's said above that the exercise should be treated as actual combat."

"Check it again, isn't it to prevent Zhou Hang from killing the carbine?"

The slightly older policeman seemed much more stable.

Smiling to appease the emotions of colleagues.

"Although I don't know Zhou Hang, based on his performance in this exercise, he shouldn't be that smart, right?"

The young policeman spoke suspiciously.

Obviously.

I don't have a good impression of Zhou Hang.

After all, since this exercise, everyone knows that the gang of robbers is headed by Lu Ming.

Zhou Hang's sense of presence is indeed not high.

"be careful and live long!"

"Okay, there is another one. After the investigation, you can report to the higher authorities!"

The old policeman patted him on the shoulder, and then walked into the residential building.

The young constable put on his hat and followed closely behind.

The two walked to the fourth floor.

Push the door in.

I saw the shirtless great gods sitting or standing, looking at the two of them in unison.

"Everyone, take out your ID card, and report your household registration if you don't have an ID card! Everyone cooperate!"

The old policeman almost clapped his hands.

It is also a headache to see these great gods.

after all.

Many people here have no money to eat, and are even willing to sell their ID cards to others.

Although they severely crack down on this kind of behavior of buying and selling ID cards.

But this kind of thing, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

If the parties did not call the police, they did not have so much energy to investigate one by one.

The gods saw the police station coming.

Reluctantly got up from the bed, those who have ID cards handed in their ID cards.

If you don't have one, report your household registration or ID number.

Then the old police officers took pictures of them and compared their faces.

at this time.

Zhou Hang was still in the room discussing lottery numbers with Chen Jun.

He heard movement in the next room.

I was suddenly surprised.

His complexion also became extremely ugly.

At this time.

Chen Jun, who had been studying the lottery numbers, saw that Zhou Hang's expression was wrong.

Immediately guessed that something must be wrong with Zhou Hang.

After a lot of entanglement in my heart.

Chen Jun looked at Zhou Hang and said, "You are hanging outside the window, I will cover for you!"

After Chen Jun finished speaking, he quickly put away his notebook, walked to the window sill and opened the window.

Hearing this, Zhou Hang showed gratitude.

Get out of bed quickly.

He jumped on the window sill and looked down at the downstairs.

He hesitated for a second.

Still flipped down, grasping the edge of the window sill with both hands, hanging in mid-air with the whole body.

Chen Jun closed the window, and quickly tore off the quilt and mat on his upper bunk.

Throw it on the lower bunk.

I sat on the bed and continued to memorize the lottery numbers like a normal person.

at this time.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

It was the young constable who came in.

"Are you a tenant here? Have you brought your ID card?"

The young policeman took a look at the environment inside the house.

He couldn't help but frown, with a somewhat satisfied expression on his face.

after all.

The smell in this room is really too strong.

"Number 11 is not right, and No. [-] is not right! Why hasn't No. [-] come out after dozens of issues?"

Chen Jun ignored him and still wrote down the lottery numbers in his notebook.

Just sitting on the bed talking to myself.

"What am I talking to you about?"

"Cooperate!"

Seeing that Chen Jun refused to speak, the young police officer raised his eyebrows, and his tone became a little more serious.

While speaking, he simply walked into the room.

Look around carefully.

"Do you live alone here?"

The policeman picked up the broom and picked up the garbage in the trash can.

At the same time, he asked Chen Jun.

While asking this question, he turned to look at Chen Jun.

Chen Jun dared not speak.

Both eyes just stared at the book in his hand.

The constable stood up.

He walked slowly to the window sill, just as he was about to open the window.

But I heard the old policeman yelling outside.

"Stop! Don't run!"

The policeman was shocked when he heard the words, and ran out immediately.

Only then did Chen Jun heave a sigh of relief.