The two of them continued walking forward, watching as they walked.
But so far, Zhou Yiping has never looked at the stalls selling clothes again.
Because it was late at night, a small lantern was placed in front of all the stalls for lighting. But even so, the effect was just that.
More people, if they really want to go to any stall, will take the flashlight in their hands and look at it.
This resulted in the flashlight lights flickering throughout the alley, like a will-o'-the-wisp, and the faint of heart probably wouldn't even dare to walk in.
After walking forward for less than twenty meters, Zhou Yiping was a little stunned.
Song Wenjing was planning to drag his cousin forward. His main purpose was to see those antiques, and he had no intention of wasting time here.
But after pulling it, it didn't work. It turned out that Zhou Yiping was holding a flashlight and staring straight at a bookstall.
There were already several young people crowded in front of the bookstall. No one spoke, they just flipped through the pages quickly, making sizzling sounds from their mouths.
It wasn't until Song Wenjing's flashlight shone over that he realized why Yiping Ping couldn't walk. It turned out that the books bought here were all colored. Especially the colored covers and picture albums, each girl frankly
Her breasts are leaking, and her eyes seem to be electric, looking straight at you.
Zhou Yiping was also a young man. He had never seen such a battle before, and he suddenly felt short of breath.
It’s no wonder that in the 1980s, most people were still very conservative in their thinking, and even holding a small hand might be considered a big deal. In their view, these things are dregs and must be defeated. How can such a scene be seen on the Internet a few decades later?
There are a lot of them. There are even countless short movies that are more exciting.
Most of the young men gathered around started paying and then left quickly.
"Want a copy?" Song Wenjing poked Zhou Ping, who was pretending to be calm.
"Go away, how could I buy such a thing? Let's go!" Zhou Ping said seriously, and then pulled Song Wenjing away quickly.
Song Wenjing, who was holding back his laughter, could only continue walking forward under the pull of his cousin, but his heart was already full of joy.
"Damn, these things can be sold, it's a bit lawless."
Not far away, not far from a stall, Zhou Yiping stopped again. At the same time, he whispered to Song Wenjing and pointed slightly ahead.
Following the direction pointed by Zhou Yiping's finger, Song Wenjing looked over.
In front of a stall, I saw a straw mat spread on the ground, and a small lantern placed next to the straw mat.
There is nothing wrong with this. The key thing is that there are several knives and a shotgun placed on the straw mat. These knives are not kitchen supplies, but real pipe products, and they have all been sharpened. Under the illumination of the lantern,
Emit a faint but sharp light.
At this time, two young men were squatting on the ground, as if they were checking something. At the same time, they were muttering to the stall owner, as if they were bargaining.
Song Wenjing poked Yi Ping and said in a low voice: "Cousin, don't cause trouble. You promised me before you came here. And you can't do much about this kind of thing."
"Hey!" Zhou Yiping sighed and followed Song Wenjing reluctantly and continued walking forward.
Even so, when he walked past the stall, he still turned his head and looked. If he hadn't been pulled by Song Wenjing, there's really no telling what he would have done.
But just when Zhou Ping turned around and came back, ready to continue walking, his body suddenly shook, as if he remembered something, and his steps stopped involuntarily.
At this time, Song Wenjing was still holding Zhou Ping, and suddenly he felt his cousin stop. He thought that Yi Ping was still meddling, and when he was about to urge him, he didn't expect that Yi Ping quickly pulled him forward.
Go without any intention of staying.
Song Wenjing knew that something must have happened somewhere, otherwise Zhou Ping would not be so nervous.
However, this was not the time to ask. When the two of them came to a corner, Zhou Yiping pulled Song Wenjing past and then turned around to look at the place he had just passed.
"Wen Jing, did you notice the two young men who were buying knives just now? One of them has a descending tiger tattooed on one arm, and the word "forbearance" on the other arm."
Monday's face was solemn, but with a hint of excitement.
Song Wenjing knew that his cousin must have discovered something, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted like this.
But he didn't pay too much attention just now. He just walked around and saw the so-called tattoos.
"What's the situation? What do you need me to do?" Song Wenjing answered directly without being verbose.
"I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when I passed by those two people and saw the tattoos, I remembered something. Six months ago, a home invasion and robbery occurred in the provincial capital, resulting in a family of four and three people being seriously injured.
, one of them was seriously injured and died. A total of more than 500 yuan in cash was robbed, as well as a gold necklace and a pair of gold bracelets."
"Oh? Could it be these two people who did it?"
"The victim provided the most important piece of information. During the fight, he discovered a tattoo on the arm of one of the criminals. One of the two men just now was exactly the same as the victim described. Unfortunately, the criminals were wearing hoods at the time.
, didn’t see the appearance clearly.”
"It happened in the provincial capital. How did you know about this?"
"Nonsense, of course the Provincial Public Security Department issued a wanted order and asked police officers across the province to arrest them. Do you know who the person was who was robbed? It was a leader of the Provincial Department of Construction. Do you think there will be a strict investigation? Half a year has passed.
I didn’t expect that I would find it here in the middle of the night. Hehe..."
Song Wenjing was about to say something, but was stopped by Zhou Ping, "No, they are leaving. Let's follow them secretly and find their lair."
Song Wenjing looked up at the stall where he had just been. Sure enough, the two young men had already bought the knives, wrapped them in cloth, and stood up to leave.
When the two of them walked out about 100 meters apart, Zhou Yiping pulled Song Wenjing and hurriedly followed behind.
Soon, the gangster in front walked out of the ghost market and turned left and right in one direction.
The Song Wenjing brothers did not dare to use flashlights, so they could only follow the flashlights of the two people in front of them.
It was so dark that they couldn't see the road clearly. The two of them didn't dare to make any noise during the ten-minute journey. They even fell down several times because of the uneven road surface, but they gritted their teeth and persisted, not daring to make any sound.
So as not to alert the enemy.
Fortunately, the Song Wenjing brothers followed him about 100 meters away and did not alert each other.
Soon, two gangsters walked into a village and stopped at the door of a house. However, they did not enter the house immediately. Instead, they looked around with two flashlights before starting to knock on the door.
Soon, the door was opened and the two of them stepped into the house.
"Wen Jing, I don't know how many people are in the house right now. It's impossible for the two of us to take them down, and we may even alert them. In this way, I will guard here while you go to the nearby police station to call the police and let them do their best.
You need to contact our criminal investigation detachment and ask them to arrange for someone to come over."
"Cousin, I think it's better for you to find someone. I'll keep watch here. It's early in the morning, and you're a criminal police officer. With your ID, you'll be able to find someone right away. But I'm an ordinary citizen. After I go there, what if?
If people don't believe it or delay it a little, things may go wrong."
Of course Zhou Yiping knew that it would be faster to find someone by himself. But his cousin is not a policeman and is guarding here alone. If something unexpected happens, how can he stand up to his aunt and his family. Those people are extremely vicious.
Disciple, I won't be polite to you.
Zhou Yiping wanted to say something else, but Song Wenjing pushed him, "Go quickly, don't worry, I won't mess around."
Seeing how calm his cousin was, Zhou Yiping finally patted Song Wenjing on the shoulder, then turned and left.
In the early morning, in the deep sky, except for a few stars that were still twinkling, there was not a trace of light. The frogs in the paddy fields croaked one after another, but they didn't seem so lonely.
At this time, Song Wenjing was hiding in a haystack outside the house. Water seemed to be slowly seeping into his knees. When he touched them with his hand, he immediately became sore.
Song Wenjing knew that it must have been broken by a fall on the road just now. He had been in a tense environment before and didn't notice it. When he calmed down now, he suddenly felt pain.
On a summer night, mosquitoes were flying around. At the same time, they seemed to smell the scent of meat and rushed toward Song Wenjing.
He didn't dare to slap it with his hands, so he could only wipe it gently to drive away these annoying guys.
It's a pity that with such a big living person lying here, the mosquitoes are like seeing a big meal right in front of them, which they can't reach with just their hands.
He had already been stared at countless spots on his body, and it was unbearably itchy.