But in the next second, Qi Yan was extremely resentful: "Pretty boy, I'm leaving. I won't delay your business. I'll take a taxi home..."
On one side is a stunning beauty who promised to send her home with a late-night snack, and on the other is a shameless and clueless antique novice.
The street vendor was caught in the middle, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and his heart was like a cat's scratching. He was itchy and uncomfortable, hated and even more anxious.
"Mi Nu, don't go. I'll be fine soon."
The vendor was so anxious to keep Qiyan that she turned around and urged me, almost crying.
"Look quickly. Brother, I beg you, do something good."
I was expressionless and said, "No hurry. It's still early. I'll watch it for a while."
Upon hearing this, the vendor's whole body split open, his fists clenched instantly, and his breath could cook an egg, and his whole face became ferocious and ferocious.
Before the vendor's fist could land on me, at this moment, Qiyan reluctantly put down the Sea Dragon Pearl, and Youyou Rourou said something that directly caused the vendor to fall into the eighteenth level of hell.
"It's time to leave, handsome boy. I want to go home and take a bath and go to sleep."
The vendor felt like he was struck by thunder, his red eyes erupted with flames that were thousands of meters high, and his body bones shook uncontrollably.
Qiyan raised her fair right hand and waved gently to the vendor, saying sweetly, "Bye, pretty boy. I will go to Zhongzuo to play with you when I have time. Don't forget me."
In the midst of resentment, Qiyan blew a kiss to the vendor, twisted her waist, and said goodbye reluctantly.
As she twisted her head, Qi Yan glanced at me gently, the corners of her mouth turned up, drawing the most perfect arc, like the most beautiful waxing moon.
"Don't leave!"
"Wait a minute. Xiao Yanyan, don't leave."
The vendor suddenly bent down, stepped across the stall and grabbed Qiyan: "I'll give you the dragon ball. Don't leave."
"How is this possible? I can't have it."
Almost at the same time, I spoke softly: "Boss. I like the compass, please give me..."
"How much do you pay?"
The crazy vendor glared at me: "How much do you want to pay? Tell me quickly. How much do you want to pay?"
"A hundred. A hundred at most."
The street vendor's vision went dark and he almost fell down, and I was so angry that I was so angry.
Just when he was about to curse, Qiyan next to her turned around and walked away.
"Let's go, handsome."
The vendor held Qi Yan tightly, and his eyes flashed with beast-like fluorescence: "Here you go!"
"one hundred."
The vendor shouted: "Pay the money. Pay the money. Pay the money. Pay the money quickly."
"Thanks."
When I was taking out the money, I deliberately moved slowly.
The vendor was so anxious that he snatched the money away.
With trembling hands, she counted three pictures without looking at them. She turned around sharply and without any explanation, put the Sea Dragon Pearl into Qi Yan's hand.
"Xiao Qiqi, let's go have supper."
"Let's go eat..."
Before she finished speaking, a solemn and rich baritone voice suddenly came from Qiyan's waist: "Close the net."
Hearing this male voice, the vendor felt confused and looked at Qi Yan with a strange look on his face.
Suddenly, the street vendor's eyes dazzled.
Then all that was heard was a clicking and a sizzling sound.
Lowering his head again, on his right wrist, a handcuff with body scent was shining with silvery white light.
"Shenzhou Cultural Expo Detective Team. You are under arrest."
Qi Yan, who was so charming just now, instantly turned into a jade-faced Rakshasa and shouted coldly.
The vendor suddenly changed color, swung hard, and retreated.
Qiyan tiptoed forward, hooked her long legs, pulled the vendor around and threw him into a hug.
Immediately, the vendor flew up in the clouds and mist, and landed heavily on the ground. He screamed like a slaughtering pig and kept struggling.
"be honest."
Qiyan sat unceremoniously on top of the vendor, clamping her legs tightly around the vendor's neck like a pair of pincers. She twisted the vendor's right hand behind his back and held it down. Then she pinched the vendor's left hand veins, and Ma Liu skillfully put on the handcuffs.
The vendor twisted one of his hands from his shoulder and the other from his waist. As soon as the handcuffs were put on, the vendor immediately surrendered to the law.
This cuffing method is called Su Qin carrying a sword, which is quite different.
Once cuffed, he can only bend his back and cannot stand upright at all. No matter how fierce or crazy a person is, they can only accept their fate.
From the time Qi Yan took action to the time the vendor fell down, the whole process only took ten seconds. Many vendors and customers stopped before they could react.
When Qiyan picked up the vendor, two off-road vehicles had already arrived at the scene.
Without saying a word, a few burly men in body armor came down, threw the vendors into the car, and drove away as if they were catching chickens.
Only half a street of stunned people was left.
"Wenbo anti-smuggling team has arrested the tomb robbers."
"run!"
"Run!"
No one at the scene shouted, and immediately in the garden, countless black shadows emerged from the darkness, running away in all directions.
Those who run first drive those who run later, and those who run later drive those who do not run.
When all the non-runners started running, Daliushu Street with thousands of people turned into the starting point of the Olympic marathon in an instant. The running was clean, leaving only countless pairs of shoes abandoned by their owners and chicken feathers on half the street.
"You. Follow me."
The next moment, as a suspected vendor, I was also taken to a car and taken to a certain place to be held incommunicado and interrogated in isolation.
"Sorry, we have been pursuing this case for a long time. Anyone who has had contact with the suspect will be investigated."
The Wenbo Anti-Smuggling Team is headquartered in the East Fourth Ring Road. The place is not big, but it is very new.
After entering, I was routinely searched, and everything on me, including my compass, was taken for so-called identification.
After being left in the office for a long time, Qiyan finally came back and returned the compass to me.
After waving the clerk who was taking the notes away, Qiyan generously took off her torn shirt in front of me and looked at me with a smile. Her exotic blue and black eyes were filled with water and bottomless.
The narrow and tight fitness vest clung to her chest and back, and the rest was a body that was whiter than Tianshan snow lotus, more delicate than a baby, and more energetic than an Olympic rhythmic gymnastics champion.
"Are my acting skills okay? Are you surprised?"
I said softly: "I guessed the beginning, but not the ending."
"Kekeke..."
A laughter like a silver bell echoed in Qi Yan's office.
Qiyan's smile was sweet, with the sweetness of fruit trees, like water from a karez.
"What does the Wenbo Anti-Smuggling Team do?"
"A secret professional team established in 1998, in cooperation with ICPO, is responsible for combating tomb robbers and recovering stolen cultural relics."
Professionalism is definitely professional, and the secret is a bit far-fetched.
It's really a secret team, and the vendors in Daliushu won't be scared and run away after hearing the news.
Qiyan's slender figure leaned back, straightened her waist, and pulled up her ponytail.
In an instant, the charming Persian cat turned into a charming and pure middle school student.
After casually looking through the interrogation record, Qiyan took the landline and dialed: "There's nothing wrong with him. He's just an office worker. I'll let him go."
Putting down the phone, Qi Yan smiled and said, "Done."
"Can I leave?"
"You're leaving now? Don't you want to have supper with me? I've had a skin rash. Do you want to go to my house and help me get some medicine?"
While talking, Qi Yan was already in front of me, less than two feet away from my feet.
