The two bodyguards outside the door and the driver in the car did not notice anything unusual.
Hua Ting walked past them in a swaggering manner.
Not to mention how happy she was to be free again.
She ate three-fresh wontons, authentic tea eggs, and fried steamed buns on the streets.
She also had a Shanghai specialty snack that made her smile from ear to ear, called pancakes, but they were different from the hand pancakes of that era. , it is like bread in a basket.
When you grab it with your hands, it is as soft as cotton wool.
It melts in your mouth and makes you unable to stop eating.
Hua Ting walked around leisurely and took a ride on a century-old rickshaw with great interest.
While peeling chestnuts on the car, she admired the street scenes of old Shanghai.
Only then did she truly experience the unique atmosphere of old Shanghai.
Shanghai style.
Perhaps in the eyes of the world, a Shanghai woman should be wearing a cheongsam, holding a silk scarf, stepping onto a rickshaw with small steps, and going to an appointment in a hurry.
While walking along the way, my footsteps involuntarily followed a group of energetic young men in front of me into an ancestral hall.
There were loud gongs and drums in the ancestral hall, and there was a huge crowd.
She was attracted by the noise inside.
Hua Ting is familiar with the sound of gongs and drums.
When she was a child, she went to the theater with her great-grandfather and heard this sound most often.
Although she could not understand or understand the singing tunes of "baaaaaaah" on the stage, her Grandpa is always very devoted to watching.
There are no men in black guarding the outside of the ancestral hall.
People who come to watch the show include horse dealers, people in long gowns and mandarin jackets, and people in suits and leather shoes.
This is a place where everyone can come and go freely regardless of class or grade, so there is constant hustle and bustle.
Hua Ting walked through more than a hundred tables and pavilions decorated with colorful curtains, and came to a circle of curtains on the east side.
I saw a dense crowd of spectators crowding the shed, and the air was filled with the turbid smell of high fragrance, sweat and body odor.
Hua Ting covered her nose and was about to leave, but a performance of Mu Gui was about to be performed on the high platform more than ten meters away.
Ying was in charge, and she was curious because the play was so famous, and her great-grandfather liked it, and so did Bai's father, so she decided to stay and see what happened.
The sound of "clang clang clang clang" was heard from the stage.
Hua Ting threw away the bag of chestnuts in her hand and tried her best to squeeze into the crowd.
Although she was not short, there was a group of tall and thick men in front of her, so she couldn't help but squeeze in.
The play has started, and Hua Ting is still being pushed around in the crowd and can't find her direction.
Suddenly a hand grabbed her right arm forcefully.
She turned back warily.
"Miss Bai is interested in coming to the theater today."
Among Cai Bingrong's men, the man with a clear face, elegant and upright manner was looking at her with a smile in the crowd.
"Uh, do you recognize me?"
We have only met him twice.
This second time, we briefly glanced at him 10 meters away in the car.
Today, he was actually recognized in this neutral outfit.
So, Did all the bodyguards around Bai Qihong grow up eating shit?
"How could you not recognize it?"
His expression seemed to find this question ridiculous.
Hua Ting lowered the brim of her hat further.
He thrust a theater ticket into her hand and told her: "Go to the front and there is the VIP seat.
With this ticket, you can sit there and watch."
"Thank you" He was quickly separated from the crowd.
Hua Ting held the theater ticket, full of energy, but the walls in front of her were too thick, and it took her a full 20 minutes to squeeze into the front row.
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The place is quite spacious and comfortable, with seeds, peanuts and pastries placed on several round wooden tables.
A few old men who look like bosses are leaning on rocking chairs, fanning themselves, and leisurely watching the show on the stage.
There was a crowd at the back, but no one dared to cross the line.
Mu Guiying, who was dressed in Tsing Yi on the stage, turned around and walked around the stage from slow to fast.
Along with the singing of "咿咿Ahah", the gentlemen in the front row cheered in unison, although Hua Ting could not understand. , but also clapped along with them.
Because her figure was too intrusive in the VIP seats, several men in black asked her to show her theater tickets and then took her to the seat where she should be sitting.
There was a snack and fruit belonging to her on this VIP table.
Next to her sat a man wearing a white shirt and a plaid tie.
He rolled up his sleeves and clapped in response to the movements on the stage.
Cheers, looking extra engaged.
He seemed to be in his early thirties, with a strong profile and a few traces of age in the corners of his eyes.
Unexpectedly, there are quite a lot of theater fans in this era.
Just look at this theater, the youngest is almost 10 years old, and the oldest is in his 80s.
Hua Tingben just looked at it casually, but she keenly caught a glimpse of the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at the head next to her on the upper right side of the second floor.
Everyone cheered with high spirits.
No one noticed the movement in the corner of the second floor.
Hua Ting blinked and made sure she saw it correctly.
The muzzle of the gun was indeed pointed at the back of the head of the man next to her.
Because he was too excited, he leaned forward and back so that the person upstairs couldn't aim straight, so he didn't take action for a long time.
"Sir, how about we change places?"
Hua Ting said as she reached into her purse and held the cold gun.
The man next to her just turned to glance at her, ignored her, and continued to return his attention to the high platform.
"gentlemen" "No need."
His tone was slightly impatient.
I'm saving your life, brother.
Hua Ting rolled her eyes.
The face on the second floor was hidden in the dark, and the facial features could not be seen clearly.
Judging from the figure, it must be a man, and he was wearing a hat.
As the story progressed, the man next to him finally took the time to pick up the teacup on the table and cast his gaze on Hua Ting's face.
Only after hunting did she know that a professional hunter would never let go of such a crucial moment.
If she didn't strike first, his head would probably explode in the next second.
Before the man next to her could speak, Hua Ting drew her gun and raised it with a "bang" sound.
The crowd suddenly fell silent, including the actors on the high stage.
Just like that time in Bremen, Hua Ting deliberately avoided the vital point and only shot the man's right arm holding the gun.
Before anyone could react, he quickly retreated while covering his injured right arm.
Only then did the bodyguards in black on the first floor react and rush towards the second floor.
The crowd suddenly became chaotic.
"Inspector, are you okay?"
Several men in white clothes holding black guns stepped forward and surrounded him. inspection In an instant, more than a dozen men in black jumped out of the chaotic auditorium and rushed towards the direction where Hua Ting was standing, surrounding her and the inspector beside her.
The battle begins.
Black and white are fighting together.
Hua Ting dodged while aiming to shoot at the leg of the man in black, but after only three shots, she ran out of bullets.
In the chaos, she saw that the man who had just given her the theater ticket and was wearing a blue cotton gown also joined the melee.
He came to Hua Ting's side and kicked over a man in black who was sneaking up on her back.
The man said to her: "There are only five bullets in the gun.
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I'll give them to you later."
There are not enough men in white, and the shooting skills are terrible, so the situation is obviously not good.
Hua Ting snatched the gun from the inspector's hand and knocked down three of them in three seconds.
No matter how powerful their fists and feet are, they can't come as fast as the bullets.
With the sound of several gunshots, the momentum of the men in black was greatly reduced, and the sniper on the second floor was arrested.
The remaining few got into the crowd and took the opportunity to escape.
"Are you okay?"
He turned around, looked at Hua Ting carefully from top to bottom, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was not injured.
"without."
Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and handsome.
Looked into her eyes for more than 5 seconds without evading at all.
Instead, she looked away uncomfortably.
The high platform was empty.
It's a pity that a good show was interrupted before it was finished.
"Is that a girl?"
the inspector asked.
Hua Ting did not answer, but handed the gun back to him.
"Inspector, whoever you messed with almost died even watching the show."
This inspector has regular features, a square face, slightly bald hair on the temples, thick black eyebrows and neat eyebrows, and a pair of deep eyes that are very focused when looking at you.
He took the gun from Hua Ting's hand, stuffed it back into the holster of his trousers, and said, "Young girl is so good at shooting.
If she hadn't saved me just now, I would have been on the road to hell."
Seeing the man who was being held by two men in white, he said The sniper who dragged him downstairs by his arm, as well as those lying on the ground in a mess, had either been shot through the arm by Hua Ting or had his leg lame.
He gave an order, "Bring them all to the police station for interrogation."
The man in white shouted "yes" loudly and began to tidy up the scene.
Recalling the tactics of the men in black just now, Hua Ting had an ominous premonition.
The inspector said, "I'll find out when I go back for interrogation."
I'm afraid so "May I ask who you are, girl?"
"It doesn't matter who I am," she didn't expect such a line to be used on herself, "Just when I see an injustice on the road, I draw a sword to help."
Linghua was really addicted to her words.
The inspector laughed and said, "The little girl is quite interesting."
Hua Ting raised her eyebrows.
The crowd at the gate of the ancestral hall was chaotic, and some were running around in panic, screaming continuously.
The inspector raised his hand and motioned for his subordinates to follow his steps and walk from the other side of the ancestral hall.
Hua Ting said goodbye.
Before leaving, she looked back at him again.
Brown leather belt, white shirt, black trousers, and brown-red round-toe shoes.
Although in this era, this kind of outfit is not surprising at all and can even be said to be a common style, but somehow it reminds Hua Ting of Her great-grandfather.
She remembered that her great-grandfather liked to wear this style of leather shoes, and they were brown and red.
While Hua Ting lowered her head in deep thought, the man in green clothes beside her suddenly asked: "Are you hungry?"
She just remembered his existence.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Chen Shu."
"Oh, give me the bullet when?"
He who was walking beside her smiled and glanced sideways at her.
“Let’s go eat first” "What to eat?"
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Thinking of the roadside food stall in the afternoon, Hua Ting's eyes were as bright as gems.
“What do you want to eat?”
"Eat whatever you want on the roadside."
She could already smell the aroma of scallion pancakes.
He chuckled.
"how" "I thought you wouldn't look down on this kind of street food."
"Hey, don't be so rigid."
Hua Ting slapped him on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's take the lead wherever the food is."
They sat down at a stall selling pork ribs and rice cakes.
It was getting dark, so Chen Shu moved the table outside and sat face to face with her under the street lamp.
"By the way, what's your relationship with that group of people just now?
I don't think Cai Bingrong is among them."
Hua Ting felt something was strange and something was wrong.
"It doesn't matter."
"What about you?"
"Because of you."
His face was thinner than the last time we met, and his facial lines were even more handsome.
Under his thick eyebrows, there were sharp eyes that never blinked, and a burning light danced in the depths of his pupils.
"Hey, those dozen men in black just now, who do you think they are?"
Hua Ting changed the subject.
"You are so smart, I guess you should know."
Chen Shu looked at her and smiled.
The more he looked at her, the more uncomfortable she became.
"The cough inspection inspector is the new inspector general" "Um."
So, the mastermind of today's incident is undoubtedly Bai Qihong.
"He is also a good inspector general.
He recently joined forces with the anti-drug commissioner of the new government to crack down on cigarette stalls.
He is very famous and is a thorn in the eyes of many people."
After Chen Shu said this calmly, he picked up a piece of pork ribs.
Flowers on the plate.
"Then he still has time to go to the theater."
Hua Ting recalled the focused look on his face as he looked at the high platform just now.
He had no idea that he was in danger.
How could he look like an inspector?
His reaction system was too slow. .
"I don't know.
Rumor has it that he is a theater fan."
Theater fans This adjective is more in line with her great-grandfather.
"What's his full name?"
"Jian Shijie."
Although she couldn't remember her great-great-grandfather's name, it couldn't possibly be called Jian.
Hua Ting secretly laughed at herself.
Looking at her cool outfit, Chen Shu narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Why did you walk into the theater?"
"It's boring."
Sure enough, the pork rib rice cakes of this era are more delicious, tough, not sticky to the teeth, and taste much better.
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"But you, how can you get a ticket?"
"What" "It's just a VIP seat ticket."
"Oh, Mr.
Cai gave it to me."
His skin color is paler than that of ordinary people, especially in the night, he looks particularly pale.
"By the way, I have a question I've been wanting to ask you."
Hua Ting picked up the last piece of rice cake.
"What's the matter?"
His eyes were sharp and bright.
Hua Ting raised her head and raised the brim of her hat.
The dim yellow streetlights shone down from the leaves of the sycamore tree in scattered pieces, like golden raindrops, hanging on his forehead with long tails and dripping into his eyes.
"Why did you throw the gun to me that day?"
"Oh," he laughed lowly, "it's just luck."
Hua Ting rolled her eyes.
I ordered another pork ribs rice cake.
"The appetite is good."
Hua Tingxiao: "Yes, when will you give me the bullet?"
"You really want it?"
Chen Shu raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.
"Otherwise, what would I do with an empty gun?"
Hua Ting was even more surprised than him.
"Mr.
Bai, doesn't he?"
"He, it's already good that he didn't confiscate my gun, but I still expect him to give me bullets," Hua Ting snorted from her nose.
"Well," he thought for a moment, "you just have to go to my place."
"No problem, I'll have to sit and eat for a long time.
Go and get it quickly.
I'll be waiting for you here."
After hearing this, Hua immersed herself in chewing the ribs.
When he raised his head again, Chen Shu across from him was no longer there.
The streets were filled with mist and the shadows of the trees were dancing.
Most of the houses here are built with soft gray bricks and stones.
The streets are about 6 meters wide and paved with stone slabs.
They are crowded with countless shelves and countertops on both sides.
It looks particularly lively.
The pot is steaming and steaming.
People's faces were flushed.
These various snacks were full of Chinese flavors and were much more authentic than those of Huating's time.
She wondered in a daze if she could not go back.
Will she spend her life in such a family in such an era?
The police academy should have started, right?
Ding Yaoyi has also started military training, right?
Someone tapped her shoulder from behind.
Thinking that Chen Shu was back, Hua Ting turned her head and was roughly pulled off her hat.
Before he could even raise his head to see the man's face clearly, he received a heavy blow to the head and his vision went dark.
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