Song Wenjing still agrees with Yang Yong's statement. He also believes that the other party will not give up just now, and there will definitely be a next time. As for what method he will use, he doesn't know.
Yang Zhigang is more diligent in his work, he is also more down-to-earth and willing to work hard, and he works hard without complaining. But when it comes to specific matters, he still seems a bit naive.
This can't be blamed on Yang Zhigang. The family backgrounds of the two are completely different, and so are their personal interests and hobbies.
Yang Yong himself was born in a police family and has a certain sensitivity to many things. In addition, since he was a child, he has been partial to such things and is willing to do some thinking. Naturally, he will have more ideas.
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"Yang Yong, Zhigang, no matter what, I have waited for seven or eight days, and I don't care about waiting for a few more days. During this period, I will not go back to sleep, I will stay here with you. I know it is very hard for everyone,
But we have no other choice but to rely on ourselves." Song Wenjing encouraged the two of them.
During this time, the three of them took turns guarding outside, and did not go to bed until three or four o'clock every day. Although they took turns, Song Wenjing was still very aware of the hard work.
"Brother Song, I'm not afraid of hard work. I'm mainly afraid that my hard work will be in vain. You have to go to your master's place to study every day, and you have less sleep than us. You are not afraid, so what should we be afraid of?"
Yang Zhigang quickly expressed his position, he did not want to leave an impression in Song Wenjing's mind that he was afraid of hardship.
Yang Zhigang cherishes this hard-won job, and he also does not want anyone to ruin this good situation. However, his personal abilities are limited and he cannot help much.
During this period of time, Song Wenjing was indeed very hard. Especially on the night when it was his turn to watch the night, in addition to not going to bed until three or four o'clock, he also had to rush to his master's house to learn skills, so he could only stay energetic until noon.
Then I will continue to squint for a while.
"Brother Wen Jing, there must be no problem on my side." Yang Yong expressed the same attitude.
With his personality, he only cares about small things, and he is eager for someone to come and cause trouble so that he can show off his skills.
This guy has been practicing Sanda with an uncle since he was a child. He thinks that there is absolutely no problem in defeating three or four people by one person. Even Song Wenjing occasionally asks him for some tricks for self-defense.
"Okay, you don't need to say more, I know it in my heart. This matter has been settled. Let's continue to stay here. I want to see which kind of immortal is difficult for us." Song Wenjing said with finality.
In the next week, the three of them continued to suffer like this. But for some reason, the other party never appeared again. Even Yang Yong had some doubts about whether his guess was wrong.
That night, the evening show in the video hall ended. Yang Zhigang and Yang Yong were busy packing, while Song Wenjing took the opportunity to squint for a while. It was his turn to go out on duty today, and he had to seize the time to squint a little longer. He would have to do it again tomorrow morning.
Rush to the master's side.
He never told anyone about the video room, including Shang Shaohua. He didn't want his master to worry about him. At such an old age, if he knew about it and worried about it, it would be better not to know.
At 12:30 in the morning, Song Wenjing was woken up by Yang Yong, and he knew it was time for him to go out.
He put on a thick coat in a daze, held a thick wooden stick behind the door in his hand, and walked towards the door.
Although it was already early May, it was still a bit cold in the second half of the night. He didn't want to find anyone, but instead froze himself.
Seeing Song Wenjing walking out of the store, Yang Yong also closed the door. However, he did not close it from the inside. Instead, he directly took a chair and leaned against the door. In this way, if something happened, they could immediately deal with it.
Rush out.
Song Wenjing wandered to the corner about 50 meters away from the store door, moved a tree stump that he had prepared there, and sat down. At the same time, he took out a book that was in his arms.
, reading carefully by the light of the flashlight.
A difficult night is about to begin again.
It was dark at night, but fortunately there were street lights, so it didn't make people feel scared.
But being alone like this makes me feel more lonely. And I don’t know when this loneliness will end.
Time passed little by little, and it was already around 2:30 in the morning.
The whole street was silent, not to mention any human beings, not even a dog could be seen.
Song Wenjing, who had been squatting in the corner for almost two hours, yawned involuntarily and shook his numb hands and feet. He stood up and planned to move a little to get rid of the sleepiness.
At this moment, a "crunch" sound was heard on the street in the distance. It seemed like the sound of a bicycle accidentally hitting something, which seemed so harsh in the silent night.
Song Wenjing quickly turned off the flashlight, and at the same time shrunk towards the corner. Only half of his head was exposed, and he looked towards the source of the sound.
It was a little far away, and the street lights were not very bright. I could only vaguely see someone riding a bicycle. It seemed that there was something on the back of the car, but the specific situation was not clear.
In view of this situation, Song Wenjing did not take any action. He did not know whether the person riding over was the target they wanted to arrest. If they made a mistake, not only would their efforts be in vain, but they might also cause trouble.
The bicycle was getting closer and closer, and it had already reached the door of the video hall.
At this time, Song Wenjing finally got a rough idea of the situation. The man was wearing a hat and even a mask. His face was completely covered, and his true face could not be seen clearly. He could only look at his body shape.
It can be seen that this is a muscular man.
The back seat of this man's bicycle was carrying a large bucket with a lid on it. I don't know what was inside.
The man held the bicycle faucet with one hand and the big bucket on the back seat with the other, and rode unsteadily through the door of the video hall, as if he had no intention of stopping.
Is your guess wrong? Is this person really just passing by?
But dressed up like this, and it was still around two o'clock in the morning, who could it be if it wasn't that disgusting guy?
Song Wenjing was extremely confused when he arrived. He did not act rashly, but continued to squat at the corner of the corner. If he didn't step forward to check carefully, it was impossible for anyone to discover his whereabouts, especially in the dark late at night and early in the morning.
Three minutes have passed...
Five minutes have passed...
The man did not appear again, but Song Wenjing, who was squatting, already felt his legs were numb.
Just when he was about to give up, a bicycle finally appeared in the distance again.
Song Wenjing looked intently. Although he couldn't see clearly due to the distance, judging from the general figure and the movement of one hand holding the back seat, he should still be the same man as before.
This guy is cunning and cautious enough to actually pull this trick.
At this time, Song Wenjing had completely determined in his heart that it was this person.
He hid behind the corner, stretched his legs and feet slightly, and lifted the wooden stick into his hand.
The bicycle was getting closer and closer, and finally it was almost reaching the entrance of the video hall.
This time, the man did not pretend to be just passing by like before, but quickly got out of the car, picked up the big bucket from the back of the car, and walked towards the door of the video hall.
Song Wenjing had noticed his movements a long time ago and was quietly circling around, not far behind the man.
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, only twenty meters apart at most. Song Wenjing hid behind the landscape trees on the street, secretly watching the man struggling to carry the big bucket, and quietly stopped at the door of the video room
When I got down, I looked around deliberately.
When he saw no one, he opened the lid of the vat and unconsciously covered his nostrils with the mask on.
How could Song Wenjing let him throw shit again? In that case, it would be a big loss.
"Stop, I'm a policeman, don't move!" Song Wenjing shouted and ran quickly towards the man.
Hearing the sudden loud shouting, the man was startled. He couldn't help but look behind him and saw a man holding a wooden stick, running towards him quickly.
At this time, he didn't know that his actions had been discovered, and that he had made arrangements in advance.
It's impossible to continue, so it would be nice to escape.
But in this dazed moment, Song Wenjing got closer to the man, and at the same time shouted: "Yang Yong, come out quickly. Zhigang, hurry up."
In the silent night, such shouting was like thunder.
It doesn't matter if one has a good intention. Only at this moment did the man think of running away.
At this time, I no longer care about the bicycle, I just wish my parents could give birth to two more legs.
Seeing the man running away, Song Wenjing did not bother waiting for Yang Yong and the two men, but rushed after him with a wooden stick.
The distance between the two was not very far, and Song Wenjing started to speed early, but the man realized later. When he had just run out, Song Wenjing was already less than five meters behind him.