Ninety-third bowl of soup (1)

Fortune telling.

Two big **** characters were printed on the miserable white cloth. The four corners were pressed with four small stones that were picked up from nowhere, and there was also a small horse for the guests to sit on. It can be said to be quite shabby. Fortune telling in this street is much older, but most of them are elderly old men and talkative middle-aged women, and they have put up a very detailed picture of Zhouyi gossip, like this two big characters. The white cloth booth...really not there.

But this stall has the best business.

why?

Because the little girl at the stall is pretty!

It is carved and jade, and the skin is tender and can be pinched out of water. He has long hair with a neat ponytail, revealing a round and clean full forehead. When Shuiling's eyes look at the passing person, it is unbearable. Why sit down in front of her stall and ask her to show it to herself.

Next to him, Meng Daxian, who had a straight-cut fortune-telling booth, slanted his eyes and licked melon seeds. He was very upset and extremely upset. Why are you asking? Just listen to it yourself...

"This gentleman looks like he will make a small fortune today!... Yeah, I am definitely right. This small fortune is not less than one thousand yuan... Absolutely!"

Pooh! You close the stall at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. People can't come to you even if they don't make a fortune!

"Looking for a girlfriend? I think you have a ruddy complexion. I'm afraid that you will be lucky recently... What? Lie to you? Of course I won't lie to you!"

rub! Who do you lie? Is it just a lie? My old man has used this trick long ago! There has been a peach blossom luck recently, is there a time limit for this recently? Look at that fortune-telling boy with a idiot. When someone comes to you and he is inaccurate, can you just get it right after you just get it right?

"Classmates, do you want to ask about the college entrance examination results? I can only say that this is beyond your imagination. Don't worry, you will be admitted to the ideal school!"

what! I don’t know how many times my old man has said this! Parents who come to ask their children about their studies can say the same! It's all routines!

Seeing the business of the little girl next to him, Meng Daxian was so angry that he was blowing his beard and staring. In the hot weather, he worked so hard to set up the stall for most of the day and has not opened yet, but the little girl next door has made a lot of money! Are you irritating or not? ! Is there such a fortune teller? Just open your mouth if you don’t look at palmistry or face, or fortune telling or measuring words? ? ? So awesome? ? ? He Meng Daxian has lived for more than sixty years, and he doesn't have this ability yet! A real master like him eats by his ability, and this little girl dares to grab a job! He should have been the fortune-teller on this street!

Meng Daxian was about to go up to smash the stall, and the little girl next door finally sent away the last guest. Just when he was about to go over and communicate with the little girl, hoping that she could respect the old and love the young and not shamelessly use her face to tell fortune-telling, the little girl suddenly reached out and grabbed the pants of a man who passed by in front of the stall-luckily that man Wear overalls and belts, otherwise it would be embarrassing!

He raised his head again-Meng Daxian gasped, oops, isn't this the stinger, Zhong Xun, the captain of the city criminal investigation team! Don’t believe in Wei Li Luan Shen, a guy who claims that modern society doesn’t talk about feudal superstitions! The little girl grabbed him... won't be beaten, will she? Look at this guy's height of 1.9 meters, strong muscles and burly stature. Is the little girl enough for a punch? Even Meng Daxian knows that Zhong Xun has been the champion of the national police fighting competition for seven consecutive years, because he happened to be a policeman for seven years.

It only took seven years to become the captain of the criminal investigation team, because he is really a genius in solving crimes. Don't look at people who are tall and magnificent, but their heart is as thin as a hair, and their eyes are like thunder and lightning, as if they can see through people's hearts. It's quite scary.

The reason why Meng Daxian is so familiar with Zhong Xun is that they have met more than once at the crime scene, and each time he frightened him so much that he didn’t dare to be naive at the moment to teach him the gibberish. The fortune-telling little girl, let’s slip away first--

"... Mr. Police, I think you will have a **** disaster today."

Hey, don't tell me, the little girl's voice is sweet and clear, and it sounds nice. Those who can't complain about the fortune-telling are all men. Good-looking is good. Unlike him, he is a bad old man, although he can be said to be handsome when he was young.

Zhong Xun lowered his head and glanced at the little hands that tugged at his pants. They were white and tender, very cute and small. He glanced at the owner of the hand, and was startled by the other's beauty first, and then saw the two big red letters under her feet—fortune telling.

It turned out to be a little **** stick.

Coldly said: "Let go."

"Mr. Policeman, listen to me, I won't lie to you, you really will have a **** disaster today, but if you believe me...hey! Don't go!" The pants were torn away, and the man strode away. Now, he was busy investigating the case and chasing clues, so he didn't have time to entangle with a little magic stick. Qing Huan remained silent for two seconds, quickly packed up the little Mazha and the big white cloth, and quickly chased it up.

Then she hugged Zhong Xun from behind in front of pedestrians on the street: "Don't you go!"

Zhong Xun was about to turn around and attack her, when suddenly there was a loud "bang", and a large flower pot fell from the sky and fell to the ground to pieces. If he was not hugged by the girl and stopped for a second, then the flowerpot would be able to open a scoop to his hard brain.

"...Look, I said you have a **** disaster, right?" Qing Huan retracted his hand and snarled at the flowerpot on the ground.

Zhong Xun raised his head, his sharp eyes saw a bear child on the ninth floor who was pulled back by his parents and hid him. He didn't mean to apologize at all.

He is so violent! spleen! gas!

He was about to go up to find someone to settle the account, but was dragged by Qing Huan: "Hey!"

"Let go."

"You're the people's policeman, besides, that's a kid, it's useless for you to go up." No sentence will be imposed.

"It's useless." Zhong Xun grinned suddenly, then resumed his ferocious expression. "But I can beat him up."

Wow!

Qinghuan jogged up and saw Zhong Xun knocking on the door first, and the other party pretended to be dead, and then he kicked over, and the security door was kicked and broken! This guy has a lot of strength!

Then Qing Huan was very happy to watch a live documentary on "Bear Children Throwing Flower Pots at High Altitude and Victim Beats Their Parents" at the door. The parents were beaten even worse and clamored for the police.

Zhong Xun smiled again. He looked fierce and terrifying. Take out his ID: "I am a policeman, you report!"

Then the family dared not speak. Zhong Xun clenched his fists: "It was Lao Tzu who hit today. Lao Tzu reacted quickly. If you hit someone in the future, no matter how young your son is, Lao Tzu will kill him and remember?!"

The bear children nodded like garlic: "Remember, remember!"

The wicked in the legend will grind the wicked... Qing Huan grabs Zhong Xun who is about to ignore her striding away, "Don't go, just listen to me!"

Zhong Xun looked at her impatiently, and then suddenly realized that she seemed to be really beautiful...More beautiful than just a cursory glance...especially the eyes are very beautiful, the watery fan **** and the eyelashes are long. "What are you doing?"

"I meant to say, I just calculated it for you, right?"

"You are blind." Zhong Xun said without a word.

Qing Huan said: "But if it weren't for me to pull you, your head would be gone!" How would it feel that the falling vase hits your head?

Zhong Xun still insisted on his opinion: "I don't believe this, you can find someone else." After walking two steps, he felt wrong, so he took out his wallet and drew out all the hundred yuan bills and stuffed it to her, "Go back to school, don't learn. Swagger and deceive."

Qinghuan: "..." Hey, she looks like a liar? Isn't she here to help?

After being dumbfounded for two seconds, Zhong Xun walked a dozen steps faster than her, fearing that he would really go, Qing Huan shouted to him: "I know who killed Wang Fang!"

"what did you say?!"

If it weren't for Qinghuan's strong psychological quality, ordinary little girls would really be scared to pee by Zhong Xun's expression and tone. "How do you know? Who are you? How do you know what case I'm investigating?"

"I said it was calculated by me." Qing Huan pinched her finger and said, "I'm really here to help you. You can't find anything out of your mindless check now. Why don't you trust me? A handful."

Zhong Xun stared at her for two seconds, "It must have been known from somewhere, I don't believe it."

Qing Huan: "...Hey! If you can't find it out! I'll wait for you in the old place where the stall was just now!"

Without finishing talking, Zhong Xun's people were gone.

She returned to her old place to continue setting up a stall, but found that she did not know when Meng Daxian took her seat. Qing Huan hugged Mazza and said gently: "This old man, this is my seat..."

Her voice was soft and young, and Meng Daxian, who was bullying and fearful of hardship, hummed: "Did you write your name?"

That's really not there. Qinghuan spread out the little Maza and sat down, "Why are you angry with me, old man? Is it because I robbed you of your business?"

The little girl spoke too honestly, and Meng Daxian was a little embarrassed. However, he has always had a thick face, so he arbitrarily denied: "Of course not! Am I the kind of prudent person?! I occupied this place, of course, because it is a treasure of feng shui! You kid’s family doesn’t understand, just now Why do those guests come to you for fortune-telling? It's because of your good terrain!"

Qing Huan showed a suddenly enlightened expression: "But I saw the old man's face, today you are fateful. If you sit here, I'm afraid you will suffer a little bit of injury."

Meng Daxian snorted: "What are you kidding, I can—ah!!!"

"What am I talking about?" Qing Huan stood up and looked at Meng Daxian, who was pityingly at the manhole cover ruptured and his whole person fell into the sewer. "Are you guilty of water today?"

This fake stall is to be rented. Of course, she didn't have a good place to set up the stall temporarily, only such a damaged manhole cover. But she is light, so it doesn't matter if she sits on it. Meng Daxian, a fat old man, can't do it. No, the manhole cover is broken, the person has fallen, and his feet are probably broken.

If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer.