Yujiang Police Station.

Put away the umbrella. Quickly walked into the corridor, and his police officer Xiao Ke also greeted him: "Sister Qing. Didn't you hear your mother and sister came, now it's just suspicion, there can't be any results here. Don't come here in person . "

"Ha ha, it's better to have clues than no clues." Mu Qing smiled guilty, "how is it now?"

"We found some scraps of paper from the garbage bag we just picked up, and after collage. I think it should be the target of the group of fish heads ready for action. But the painting on that paper is rough. A little less Film. Some places have been wet by the rain again. It is still difficult for us to determine ... "

"Take me to see."

"Sister Qing, have you ever thought that Liu Zhiming was lying to us at all. His purpose is only for the informer's fee?" Xiao Ke asked on the way to the office.

"Oh. You borrow him?"

"But his wife was sick, and the family's money was used up, borrowed everywhere, and even the usury land was borrowed. Would it just happen to know what the fishheads were going to do. So deliberately."

"It's better to be credible than to be credible. It's better not to have an accident. If something really happens, everyone will be upset." Walked into the large office at the end. Several police officers around the table turned around. They greeted Tengkai, and they gathered around the floor. There was a broken picture pieced together from pieces of scrap paper. A detailed map of Yujiang City is placed next to it as a comparison. but……

"Are there any other fragments missing? Did you find them over there?"

"No, I've seen the scene over there. It's been two or three days since the fish heads left there. It's windy these days. Even if they had stayed, they would have been blown away ..."

"... I can't see anything like this, the two intersections are not marked, there are too many places like this, although there are a few arrows. But ..."

Mu Qingqing frowned, and took out a pair of rubber gloves from the drawer: "Take me to see the garbage bag."

In the small room next door, the whole mess in the garbage bag had been divided into several piles. There was an unpleasant smell in the leftover food. Although it was not strong because it was winter, it was really good. Mu Qingqing stood there, and the little stick kept twitching. About ten minutes later, she frowned from the room. Throw some chestnut shells in the hand and drop them on the table.

"It's Wuyi Street Industrial and Commercial Bank. They may be preparing to grab the bank ..."

"Uh, no, sister Qing, although the group of people in Yutou was considered lawless before, they didn't have the courage ... And, how do you know ..."

Mu Qingqing came here just over a year ago, not a local. But immediately was the Captain of the Interpol. Although the ability can be considered outstanding, many places are naturally not so convincing. The man who said this sentence naturally didn't believe it, Mu Qingqing shrugged, picked up the little gangster next to it, and tried to restore the broken paper.

"Two crossroads. Buildings, buildings. The area here is larger than the area here. This is the bank. The Industrial and Commercial Bank near Yujiang is mainly based on this one. Then when it was originally built there was a police officer who responded very quickly. Place, but I know that the police station moved three years ago. It turned out to be a relative dead end. Look at the arrows. If you did something there, flee here and prepare a car. This is the most ideal approach. And most importantly. These chestnut shells. "

Mu Qingqing picked up a few chestnut shells on the table and then stroked the blackboard with chalk.

"My place of residence is near here now. I pass by every day, here at the crossroads of the bank. It is a market where one person sells sugar-fried chestnuts. I often buy them. You should have eaten them, sugar-fried You know chestnuts, although they are available all year round now. In fact, there are always some bad places after being fried. I usually like to eat them. I have tried a few other places in Yujiang to buy this stuff. So I have a say. From Jianghai to Yujiang I am afraid that there is only one stall to fry chestnuts. It has never been bad. It should have been selected when it was cut ... "

These words made everyone look a little complicated, and Xiao Ke laughed, "This is not a 360-degree line."

"Oh, that's right. We eat sugar fried chestnuts and vomit them if we eat bad land. But I checked all the crusts. They weren't vomited, even if they were lucky or other local merchants. Coincidentally entered a batch of perfectly good chestnuts. But there is another point. There is no way to coincide. The knife of this vendor is good. The cut of each knife is just right, I can't figure out how he handles the ground. Eat a few times I found it naturally. Like a machine, maybe ... a fool would focus more on it ... "

"Fool?" Someone asked in confusion. immediately. Someone also said, "I heard that there is something wrong with the brain that sells fried chestnuts ..."

"Unclear." Mu Qingqing shook his head. "If you do n’t talk much with him, he is no different from a normal person, but he is still there when he is okay. He is very focused on how things are, and rarely talk to people ... but this is not important. That place It ’s Yutu ’s temporary foothold. At this time, most of them have already negotiated things to do, and they ca n’t just stroll around the street. The most likely thing is to step on the spot ... ”

"The crossroads are coincident, and the size of the building is coincident. Add these chestnut shells. According to the Liu Zhiming Ground News. Isn't it that the fish head came back with a ferocious cousin? So if they really want to do something, eight percent Ten places possible ... "

She tapped the pen on the blackboard. "Just it!"

Drive past the intersection. Mu Qingqing stopped.

The intention of Yutou's group of people is only speculation, it is difficult to determine that they really dare to do such a big case of robbing a bank. The informant's information is also a bit unreliable, and as long as she can do it, she has to take precautions in the attitude that she is more credible or unbelievable.

It took some time to understand the situation over the bank, made a few speculations, the weather is bad, in recent days-or it may snow tomorrow. Wait until after heavy snowfall near the city. Escaping and tracing will be much more difficult, if the other party wants to do it. It is likely that these days will be chosen before the weather becomes worse. As the year approaches, their tasks are heavy. A division of labor was probably arranged, and a group of people thought of her mother and sister coming over and urged her to go home. It was close to ten in the evening.

Slowly drove her car to observe the buildings around the street, as she had thought before. If you want to do a vote here. The bank is the most valuable place. Stopping at the intersection, she looked at the bank from afar, and at the food market entrance on the other side. A yellow ground light is still on. It is the man who sells sugar and stir-fried chestnuts.

Sometimes, she really admired the young man who sells fried chestnuts-she looks younger than her, but it is difficult to determine the exact age. Twenty-one to twenty-nine may be possible. Very popular face. With light beards, a few clothes look old, but they are not stingy, like washing it again and again until the color is white, but as long as it is not broken, it can continue to wear. Very frugal. At first glance, it should feel clean, honest and introverted. If you dress up, you may still be dressed as a shy boy.

She always felt. A man of this age should not live in a car that sells fried chestnuts every day. Of course things were not what she thought.

From the beginning of last year, I saw the appearance of a car selling sugar and fried chestnuts. Less than six every morning. She could see the cart appear. The small warm yellow light with battery life lights up in the street market before sunrise. Until the evening twilight rises, the vendors in the market leave one after another, and the light turns on again. He stayed there until the people were gone. When the market was empty, he was still there, and he waited until ten o'clock in the evening before closing the booth on time, every day. Wind and rain are unobstructed.

At first she didn't feel anything, but thanks to her pouting problems and occupational diseases, she gradually noticed the sugar-sweet chestnut cart. There are 365 days a year. No matter who should be something different. Or encountered any unexpected obstacles, but only this car is present every day. At least every day from 6am to 10pm. Every time she passed. This car is always there. Without exception. She has been here for just over a year. Sometimes it feels. This car seemed to her to be some kind of constant coordinates for space and time.

As if it was a sign that God placed there, the surrounding people or things, plants or buildings will change over time. Only this car stopped here, silently watching every day dawn and night , When it is not yet light. It lights up, waiting for the street lights to go out. sunrise. There are more and more pedestrians. When it is dark, it is still lit there, watching fewer and fewer pedestrians on the market, and gradually quiet.

of course. Such thoughts only occasionally arise in my heart. But because of this, she often goes there to buy sugar-fried chestnuts.

However, all this may be because the man selling sugar and fried chestnuts is a bit weird, and more people say that he is a fool. But it's different from the usual dumb patient, if you buy things with him. He is very skilled in quotation and other matters. A few simple words are exactly like a normal person, but he does not talk to other people ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ more time. He sat in a daze behind the stall, frowning his head, thinking about a lot of things, or thinking or remembering. Occasionally a faint smile. If you just look away. You may think that he is very mature, and it is because of this that it makes people completely confused about his age.

I've gone to buy sugar fried chestnuts more often. Mu Qingqing also heard the street vendor next to him. On several occasions, he seemed to return to normal and said a few words to the people next to him, and he was startled every time. But a few words. He was in a daze again, and everyone else thought: Or just because he is a fool with a difference, can he stir-fry the chestnuts so deliciously. anyway. After all, it's just a place for selling fried chestnuts.

Looked at the time. Mu Qingqing pushed the door and got out. Then opened the umbrella. Walk towards the market. The rain became a bit lighter and the air was cooler. Help her think, it is time for the other party to settle. She wants to buy a little more for supper. Maybe say a few words, good luck. Maybe it's when this fool is normal-she decides to try her luck.

She didn't know she came down from the car. This one thought like a joke. Many things after the change, or rather. Decided many things later.

No matter how many futures we have in our imagination. But the real future. There is only one-the one we have chosen.