"Have you seen two men, in wet clothes, one is 1.9 meters tall, and the other is a handsome boy in a white shirt? Have you seen it?"

   Yan Tao and Qin Zong did not change their clothes for a long time, but within half a minute the police surrounded them from all directions, guarded all the passages, and asked one by one if they had seen Yan Tao and the others.

"What's wrong?"

   "Where is such a policeman?"

  The animation festival is an international event. People from many countries participate in it, so the police dare not move too much.

  After guarding the intersection, the remaining police scattered to various places to look for Yan Tao and them.

  Yantao smiled and stood next to Qin Zong, and anyone who looked at with a beautiful smile would blush at the first glance.

   "Hello, can I take a set of pictures for you?"

  Donald is a well-known photographer in the circle, and he has participated in international competitions in many groups of photography.

  He came over from Germany to participate in this animation festival, looking for some inspiration.

  There are indeed some good materials at the animation festival, which can be filmed, but the wind is far from his requirements.

  The sudden commotion on the street attracted his attention. Donald walked along the flow of people, and he saw a pair of Oriental coser on the street.

  This man is simply a walking hormone. Even though his whole body exudes the aura that no one should approach, it still makes people tempted.

  The appearance is handsome and cold, and the phoenix eyes are as cold as the snow of the Alps, which interprets the cold and abstinence style.

   Next to him stood a girl who was so strange that she was indistinguishable from male and female. The girl stretched out her slender hand and hooked the man's chin to her direction.

  The handsome man frowned slightly, apparently a little helpless towards the girl, but still obediently turned to the girl's direction, reached out, and messed up the girl's long black hair.

  The whole process, the pets rushing to the face, even Donald feels that the shame is overwhelming, this full screen of pink bubbles, ah!

  Everyone at the Comic Con was filled with dog food.

  I am going!

  Good pet, good pet, good pet!

  Especially the glance that the man turned his head to look at, it was like the moment when thousands of years of ice and snow melted and the warmth of spring came...

  Just looking at them, they all feel shocked...

  Ah!

  Really good match!

  Qin Zong smoothly pulled the little hooligan’s hair, and found that it felt a little wrong.

  Master Yan quickly covered his headgear: "Don't rub it, you will break it again."

  Qin Zong's brows slightly raised: not as good as the real touch.

  A little rough.

   "You guys, check those cosers, confirm their identities, but no one can be found. They are very likely to be mixed in, one by one, you can't miss it, you know?"

   "Yes, Captain."

  A white policeman passed by them while pinching the walkie-talkie. Yan Tao lowered his face slightly, and his ears moved, "Vertical, we have to find a way to get out..."

  Qin Zong's eyes still stayed on the boy's headgear, his eyes disgusted: "Take this thing off."

  Other people’s hair is too dirty.

  Speaking, I'm going to tear it off.

  Master Yan hugged Qin Xiaozong’s arm, "Can you do business first?"

  Master Qin has a serious face: "This is serious business."

   Yan Tao...

  I want to hit someone.

  All those who participate in the Comic Con must sign up and keep a record of registration.

  The New York police are not stupid. Everyone who goes out at the intersection has to hand over documents to confirm their identity, and at the same time, they have to produce the ticket stub and proof.