An Xiangwen had heard a little bit about Bai Su's behavior of rushing to run the live broadcast. After all, he could broadcast for more than 20 hours for several days... His brother Bai really didn't need to sleep.
When asked about where to go next, he first looked at the plan and then looked at the sky.
The sun had just sunk below the horizon and the moon had not yet fully risen into the sky.
The time now is about seven o'clock, so I should be able to go out after dinner... An Xiangwen thought for a moment and felt that going to a snack street was too ordinary. He heard from the hotel proprietress that there seemed to be other activities in the evening.
So An Xiangwen asked: "Is there a garden party to play, Brother Bai?"
Bai Su bit the duck shelf in his mouth with his teeth and raised his head in confusion: "What garden party?"
"That's it..." An Xiangwen pulled out the leaflet given by the hotel proprietress, "There are activities held to promote the town's unique culture, including stalls selling things and food. Because the holding time is relatively random, the proprietress suggested going to a trip."
The snack street is always there, but if you miss this garden party, it will be gone.
"The boss lady said that the next one will be held in half a month. We went back early..." Seeing that Bai Su was still in a lackluster mood, An Xiangwen felt that he had to do what he wanted. "There are activities where you can eat. I will participate in the activities. Brother Bai, you are responsible for eating."
Bai Su thought for a while and reluctantly nodded.
Anyway, it's not late at night when I get back, so I guess there won't be any extra food delivered to my door.
…
Humans are very eager to join in the fun.
Bai Su stood behind the crowd, holding the snack in his hand, and said it was octopus balls that had been doubled and added with ingredients. The various flavors were mixed together to form a strange texture.
Ordinary people may find it strange to eat it, but Baisu just eats it one bite at a time without changing his expression, which makes the stall owner who was trying out new products regain a little confidence.
"Thank you for your support, I'll give you this box too!"
With another box of takoyaki stuffed into his hand, Bai Su briefly labeled the stall owner a good human being.
The crowd behind him all gathered around a stand. The stands were wailing and howling, as if there was some kind of game going on.
One of the participants in the competition was An Xiangwen. The curly-haired young man said he wanted to win a big prize and rushed up, leaving Bai Su where he was.
Bai Su yawned and decided to wait another ten minutes. If the human didn't come back yet, he would go back to the hotel by himself.
This garden party is full of ordinary human food, which is much less attractive than a late-night snack.
With this thought in mind, Bai Su stood in front of a roadside stall and studied the red rope sold there. The knots were beautiful and delicate, but they had no special taste.
"Hey guest, do you want to buy this rope? This is a red rope that has been approved by Fuzhao Temple. It is guaranteed to be effective and guarantee you good luck and smooth sailing."
When the stall owner saw a customer coming over and introduced him enthusiastically, he gave a sales pitch, and the takoyaki owner next to him also spoke.
"Brother, seeing that you just supported my new flavor of takoyaki, let me remind you that what Yamashita sells are all Sanwu products."
The stall owner who was exposed was annoyed: "Don't talk nonsense! I have connections at Fuzhao Temple to get these!"
The owner of the takoyaki shop rolled his eyes and said, "Hold it. Only you know if you have any connections and whether it's really opened."
Seeing that the humans were about to quarrel, Bai Su stretched out his hand and picked out one of the red ropes that looked the same: "How much does this one cost?"
The stall owner, who thought his business would be disrupted but didn't expect he could still make it, immediately beamed and said, "50 yuan!"
Seeing Bai Su paying for it without even negotiating, the stall owner happily took a bag and packed the red string.
Bai Su paid and took it, but did not leave immediately, but asked: "Does Fuzhao Temple also sell red ropes like this?"
The stall owner accepted the money with a very good attitude: "Yes, they sell not only red ropes but also other things, but it seems that the things sold to particularly devout believers are not as big..."
Bai Su glanced at the stall, and the stall owner immediately changed the topic: "My kind is for the most ordinary believers."
Bai Su's expression showed no sign of belief. He picked out another important point and asked: "How can you be considered a devout believer?"
"Money." The boss selling takoyaki next to him suddenly interjected, "I used to know a family who donated a lot of money to Fuzhao Temple. I have seen a few things they brought from the temple, and there seemed to be red light flowing on them. .”
Bai Su repeated: "Red light flowing?"
"Yes, it looks very high-end, but..." the takoyaki owner touched his chin, "one day they suddenly stopped coming, I don't know what happened."
In the eyes of the boss, this is a very strange thing. How can a devout person break his promise? What's more, Fuzhao Temple is the only one dedicated to this one, and there is no other place.
The takoyaki owner casually mentioned that after getting a new customer, he immediately got to work.
After spending five minutes buying the red rope and chatting, Bai Su stood up and was about to look back to see how the humans were playing when he suddenly heard a burst of shouts from the front of the crowd.
"Robbed...robbed!"
"It hurts everyone!!!"
"Be careful he has a knife!"
Human beings were in chaos on the spot. The crowd that had been crowded together retreated like a tide, exposing the dangerous elements holding knives in the open space.
There is no point in studying why a gangster committed a crime. Anyway, the man who was stealing and stabbing someone now had his eyes reddened by the warm blood on his hands.
Why did the person who was robbed scream... He didn't know how to stab her if she didn't shout... It was all her fault... He was just short of money and looking for some money to spend... Yes, it was all her fault for yelling!
The panicked man walked forward, avoiding most people, but there were exceptions.
Baisu Station was originally at the end of the main road, and diagonally behind it was a long and narrow alley. As long as you ran in, you could run away in the dark sky.
Originally, all a man could do was run, but he had to take an extra step.
He regarded the black-haired young man standing motionless on the street corner as a blocker, and the man rushed over brandishing a knife.
Accompanied by the shouts of "stay away" and "be careful" from others, the man got closer to the black-haired young man, and then he saw the other person turning towards him.
There is no obstruction, and the frontal body is completely exposed in front of the man. As long as he holds the knife and stabs it in hard, the person blocking his way will...will——
"boom!"
Bai Su took a step back, handed the unfinished takoyaki to his left hand, and tapped the man's knife hand with his right hand.
Then he shifted his weight and bumped into someone when he leaned back again. But he didn't have time to look at it at this moment. Bai Su's free hand grabbed the collar of the man who had overshot due to inertia and pressed down hard.
The man's face and chin collided violently with the ground, and there was a clicking sound, and some bones were probably broken somewhere.
"Click."
At the same time, Bai Su also felt as if he had stepped on something.
He looked down.
It seemed to be a mobile phone.
