The old dean was tired after playing in Beijing for two days. The old man really didn't want to move, and he was so entangled.
After a few minutes, the wet soil in Zhang Sanā's altar lit up and finally thought of a solution.
So Zhang San bent his waist and tiptoed to the huā altar, intending to dig a hole in the soil to bury the lighter, and come back to pick it up after watching the concert.
Ye Huan looked at Zhang San's actions from afar, sneered, and said, "This guy is finally smart and does a perfectly normal thing."
The old dean also nodded in relief and praised.
Zhang San was proud. At this moment, he felt that he was not as stupid as Brother Huan said. In fact, he was a person with a very wise mind. Zhang San suddenly felt that the aura around him had changed and he looked up.
Three policemen were several meters away from him, surrounded him in a font shape, and the three of them looked nervous and solemn, sweating profusely, and their hands slowly moved toward the electric baton around their waists.
Zhang San was stunned for a moment, and then he was almost scared when he clamped his urine with both tui.
What the hell is this? Zhang San is so frightened...
The situation was a bit critical. Zhang Sanfu stood up straight, grinned at the three policemen, and gave a smile that he thought was kind but the policemen thought was resolute.
Shaking the shiny lighter in his hand, Zhang San said weakly in a crying voice: "...This is not a bomb, it's really not!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three policemen rushed forward and threw Zhang San down gorgeously!