When the big detective hits the tow bottle

"Jintai Street is located on the east side of the northern extension of Jiangcheng, and is one of the protected areas of the old urban area of ​​Jiangcheng. Due to the southward relocation of the center of gravity of the urban area, most of the aborigines have moved to the more prosperous new urban area. Then we can also see from the camera , the atmosphere here can be said to be very quiet. Walking along the whole street, we only saw some old people enjoying the shade and leisure, but there are no supermarkets, shopping malls, restaurants, etc. that provide living facilities... Hey, the upstairs here is Isn't there a plaque hanging on it?"

The hostess waved her hand doubtfully, motioning for the cameraman to watch with her.Turning the camera, sure enough, on the two-story building across the street, there is a plaque with gold characters on a black background, with five cursive characters, each of which is blown away by a strong wind. What are the words Qing?

The hostess carefully identified, and read word by word: "I beat the great grandson? Cough cough, what the hell is this..."

Puzzled, the hostess had an idea, stepped forward, and knocked on the door: "Excuse me, is anyone there? We are Jiangcheng TV station recording a documentary about the old town of Jiangcheng. Can I ask you for more information?" What about the material?"

After waiting for a while for no one to respond, the hostess put her ears on the door, only to hear a very strange conversation coming from inside:

"Touch|touch here, is it thick|big?"

"Thick|big is useless, it has to be suitable. I think the two round balls on his waist are superfluous, so why not chop them up."

"Chop it up...will he be angry when he wakes up?"

"What the hell, everyone has come to our place, and they still want to leave without bleeding?"

"Okay, brother, it's reliable. Well, I'm timid, why don't you come?"

"Now you're starting to pretend to be a pure little white lotus for me. Why didn't you get scared when you knocked him out just now?"

"I'm not afraid, I just can't bear to see his most important things being cut off, I... do it, let me do it."

"Stop talking nonsense, step aside, I'm going to chop it up, three, two, one—"

"Ahhh-"

A pig-killing scream pierced the sky and tore the female anchor's eardrums.The female anchor shuddered in fright, and the microphone in her hand hit the ground with a "bang".

With a sound of "squeak", the door opened, and the tall and tall man leaned on the door with his arms folded across his chest. His appearance was extremely handsome, but his expression was too indifferent to make people dare to get close to him.

The hostess was startled again, and the microphone she had just picked up dropped again.The man picked it up with his hands, picked up the poor microphone from mid-air, put it gently in the arms of the stunned female anchor, and said with a blank expression: "Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's okay, oh no..." The female anchor suddenly realized that she had just stared at this man for so long, completely forgetting the professionalism of the anchor, and suddenly became embarrassed. He made a gesture to indicate that this period can be cut off later, and then put on a professional smirk, "Sir, are you a resident here?"

"Yes." Tang Qiu raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face unceremoniously revealed the subtext of "Are you an idiot?"

Realizing that her question was indeed out of standard, the female anchor secretly pinched her thighs, feeling regretful in her heart, and asked again: "Oh, it's like this sir, I'm the anchor of Jiangcheng TV Station, and we plan to record an episode I wonder if it is convenient for you to have a documentary about the old town?"

"It's inconvenient." Tang Qiu was about to close the door, but was stopped by the female anchor's white leg, and couldn't help saying angrily, "What are you doing?"

The cameraman teased the female anchor from behind, but she stopped her. Seeing her lip-syncing the word "serious news", he knew that this experienced colleague must have discovered something, so he stopped making a sound.

Taking advantage of Tang Qiu's release, the hostess squeezed her breasts against the door.Tang Qiu was frightened by the sudden two lumps of meat and took half a step back, and the female anchor slid in like a fish.

Tang Qiu's tone was impatient: "Are you breaking into someone else's house?"

The hostess thought to herself: You said that a house is a house?I think it is clearly a black shop that kills people and sells goods!But he said: "Hehe, sir, what you said is too hurtful. We just want to understand the style of Jintai Old Street and chat with the old residents."

The photographer also took the opportunity to enter the room. Tang Qiu saw that the two of them were looking around. They were here to chat, and they were clearly looking for something.But this female anchor is a real anchor. He has watched her show on TV, and he knows that it is the occupational disease of these journalists. He sees everything as shady and violent news, and he is quite helpless, and he cannot push them away. If they go out, they have to pretend to wander around the house.

"Yo, your decoration is quite unique." The hostess walked around the room in surprise, seeing that everything was new, and she wished she could lift up the carpets in Tang Qiu's house to check carefully before she was reconciled. .As a result of using both eyes and mouth, she casually picked up an object while looking around, looked at it, and said casually, "Hey, your fruit knife is pretty good."

"That's right." Tang Qiu said coldly, "I gave it to you."

"Ah?" The female anchor looked down and saw a fruit knife in her hand, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed, and laughed dryly for a while, but heard a heart-piercing scream from above her head.

Yes, and upstairs!The female anchor's heart was alarmed, and she said to Tang Qiu decisively: "I heard that the distant view of Jintai Street is very beautiful, can we invite our photographer upstairs to take a photo of the distant view?"

Tang Qiu frowned and said, "There are guests upstairs, don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, the hostess and the photographer rushed up the stairs. Tang Qiu ran after her with two long|long legs, but just as his fingers were about to touch|touch the photographer's collar, the female The anchor had already rushed to the second floor, and let out a loud cry that he didn't know whether it was excitement or fear.

A crisp voice said angrily: "Grass, what is it called, I scared my father to death!"

Another Ruruan voice comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay, Tiantian, keep your hands steady, it will be ready soon...Okay, it's done!"

The female anchor was dumbfounded: "So, this is what you are doing?"

Le Tian wondered: "Otherwise, what do you think? Hey, you didn't come here for the rounds in plain clothes, did you? We are good citizens."

The female anchor supported the wall weakly, choking on words.

Tang Qiu managed to catch the photographer and sent him up. When the photographer saw what Le Tian and the two were doing, he was speechless and said incredulously, "Is this what you are doing?"

This time I rolled my eyes happily: "This is my house, I can do whatever I want!"

The hostess and the cameraman stared straight at the two of them surrounding a simple operating table that was obviously put together improvised, on which lay a poor, weak, innocent orange cat.

Ding Daping put the blood-stained scalpel on the plate, and looked at the bewildered female anchor: "I seem to see you familiar, I watched a popular science program when I was a child, oh, you are the host of that... that what? "

Le Tian rushed to answer: ""Into Pseudoscience"!"

"Yes!" Ding Daping said, ""Into Science"!"

Are you neutering the cat? !The hostess stared at the two meat|balls just taken out of the plate with black lines all over her face, she was speechless for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Hehe, are you a pet shop?"

Le Tian looked at her like an alien creature: "We are a detective agency, didn't you look at the sign when you came in?"

Only ghosts can understand the words written on that broken sign!The female anchor roared inwardly.Le Tian still has eyesight, knowing that these media workers can't be provoked, he said, "You just said that you want to interview us?"

The rumors about the black shop are gone, but the detective agency is new, so maybe they can find some news.Thinking of this, the hostess smiled kindly: "Your family has some specialties in this old street. Is the handsome guy free? Let's chat?"

Le Tian said happily: "That's a good thing!"

Ding Daping cleaned up the operating table, carefully carried the orange cat to the cattery and put it away, then took out the tea and made a pot of tea, and brought it to the table in front of the two guests.

Le Tian crossed his legs, looking like a hooligan: "Come on, what do you want to ask, just say whatever you want, don't be polite to me at all~"

Tang Qiu came over to sit next to him, Le Tian immediately jumped up and sat down properly, and stared at him unscrupulously, Tang Qiu stretched out two fingers impatiently, pinched his chin and straightened his head.There was not enough space, so Ding Daping sat halfway on the armrest of the sofa, with a distance from the two of them, always with a gentle smile on his face, but with a hint of melancholy in his eyes, he was quite incompatible with the pair beside him feel.

Seeing this weird trio, the experienced female anchor was a little bit at a loss.Fortunately, her excellent professionalism made her think of the topic quickly: "Hehe, the three boys are so handsome, it reminds me of an idol group."

"You mean W-inds?!" Le Tian flicked her hair and looked at her excitedly.

The female anchor blinked: "Oh, I'm talking about Northeast F3."

Lotte: "..."

The cameraman was in place, and the female anchor facing the camera immediately straightened her back, showing a well-positioned smile: "Hello, audience friends, welcome to watch the documentary "Jiangcheng Old Street", I am the anchor..."

The moment he heard the name of the documentary, Le Tian shuddered all over, leaned against Tang Qiu unconsciously, and said with numbness, "Why does this name sound so weird..."

Tang Qiu expressionlessly threw a salty pig's hand that took advantage of the opportunity from his buttocks, and sat down happily, keeping a safe distance from him.

"Fortunately, we ran into a family on Jintai Street..." The hostess looked at the three opposite people suspiciously, Le Tian immediately squeezed into the camera with great interest, and introduced enthusiastically: "The name of this shop is 'Tang Qiu Detective Society', here, this is our big boss, wise and powerful, discerning every detail, virtuous tree facing the wind, a friend of women..."

"Stop." Tang Qiu hurriedly stopped his sycophancy, "Let's get to the point."

Le Tian's crystal-clear and watery eyes looked at Tang Qiu with a smile. The young man was just growing up, and the lines on his face were no longer as soft and round as those of a teenager, but a bit tough and unique to Le Tian The ruffian and not annoying temperament.

Inexplicably, Tang Qiu's heart skipped a beat.

Le Tian took a deep look at Tang Qiu with a smile, turned to the camera and said: "If you are in prison and have nowhere to turn for help, don't forget that we are still at No. 15 Jintai Street to solve your problems."

The author has something to say: the story in this volume will be exciting~