Corey is from the United States. This is his first time to visit China. During his time in China, Corey saw many things he had never seen before and was deeply fascinated by them.
"What is this?" Corey pointed at the candy man stall and asked Zhang Shaojie in English.
Zhang Shaojie was the first boy who asked Lin about the distribution of the tangerines. He took a look at the stall and saw the sign hanging on it that said "traditional sugar painting". He explained to Corey, "This is sugar painting. It is to boil sugar at high temperature into a liquid shape, and then paint it into a picture. You can eat it directly."
"Are these really sugar?" Corey's eyes sparkled with surprise. "This must be a very amazing artist. He can actually paint with sugar, and the paintings are so vivid and lifelike. It's really amazing."
Corey has learned to paint, and he paints well. Because he can paint, he admires this master who can paint directly with sugar. He doesn't use paint, and he doesn't even use a brush when painting. Instead, he uses a spoon, a spoon used to hold soup in the kitchen. And he paints so easily and skillfully, and most of the time he finishes it in one stroke, without any pause or mistake in the middle. You know, the sugar will solidify quickly when it leaves the spoon, and it is impossible to modify it.
Zhang Shaojie didn't know how to explain this traditional Chinese craft to Corey for a while, because he himself didn't know much about it.
"Do you want to buy it?" Zhang Shaojie asked Corey.
"Yes." Corey nodded immediately.
"What about you guys?" Corey asked his other companions.
"No, this candy is so greasy." The two girls shook their heads. They didn't want to eat it after smelling the greasy sweet taste. The other two boys also shook their heads. They didn't like sweets.
Zhang Shaojie only paid for one person: "Corey, which one do you want?"
Corey was selecting from the finished products on the side. He thought they were all beautiful and was a little undecided for a moment: "Can I take another look? He is so elegant when he draws."
"Of course." Zhang Shaojie's father and Corey's father are partners. He brought Corey out today to help his father entertain the other party.
"Ajie, how about you guys just look here and we go look over there?" Except for Corey, the others had no interest in sugar painting. The night market was so big, they wanted to go look somewhere else.
"Okay." Zhang Shaojie nodded and let the others go to the night market freely. He stayed alone with Corey. But Zhang Shaojie underestimated how much Corey loved sugar painting. Corey watched it for 20 minutes without moving. Zhang Shaojie was a little overwhelmed, but Corey still looked like he was enjoying it, so he didn't know what to say.
"Brother!" At this time, his sister Zhang Tian ran over and pulled him, "Come over and help me win a doll."
"What?" Zhang Shaojie was puzzled.
"There's a □□ game in front. If you hit the balloon, you'll get a doll. Haven't you learned shooting? Help me win a doll." Zhang Tian said, pointing to a game stall a dozen meters away.
Zhang Shaojie looked at it, turned to look at Corey, and invited him, "Corey, do you want to play games over there?"
Corey looked back and found it was a shooting game, and immediately lost interest. He played with real guns in the United States, so he would not be interested in toy guns. "No, you guys go ahead. I have already thought of what I want. I will come to you after the master finishes drawing."
"Brother, let's go, hurry up." Zhang Tian was still pulling.
Zhang Shaojie couldn't stand his sister's coquetry, and he was indeed a little bored here. Thinking that the two places were not far away and he could see them if he turned around, he followed his sister and left.
Corey has been in China for more than a week. Although he had never learned Chinese before, he has learned some simple daily expressions in the past few days and wants to try to speak it. He was trying to communicate with the sugar artist and asked for a monkey-shaped sugar painting when a chubby little girl about seven or eight years old squeezed over and said to the sugar artist in a garbled voice: "Grandpa, grandpa, I want a round Zhu Bajie."
Corey saw that someone had spoken before him, and it was a cute little girl, so he politely gave way like a gentleman and let the little girl go first.
"It's you again, little fat girl. You come here to buy candies without telling your mother." The sugar painting master spoke in a familiar tone, and one could tell right away that this girl came here often.
"I haven't had candy for seven days. Mom said I can buy one today." The little fat girl said like an adult.
"Okay, then do you want to blow one yourself?" asked the sugar painting master.
"Yes." The little fat girl was so excited that she almost jumped up.
The sugar artist suddenly changed his method. He stopped using a spoon and used his hands instead. Corey saw the artist grab a handful of sugar and pinch it to make a long, thin hole. He then put the hole into the little girl's mouth. The little girl puffed up her cheeks and started to blow air into it. Then, a magical scene happened. The sugar started to swell up like a balloon and changed a little bit in the palm of the sugar artist's hand, and finally turned into a cute pig.
"Okay, take it." The sugar painting master used a stick to stick the round Zhu Bajie and handed it to the girl.
"Thank you, Grandpa. My mom will pay for it soon."
"Okay." The sugar painting master responded with a smile. He was about to pick up the spoon to continue painting when he saw the foreign boy who had been standing in front of his stall finally spoke.
"Yes. I want one too." The foreign youth club knew too few Chinese words. Afraid that he couldn't express himself clearly, he imitated the little girl's actions and made a blowing motion.
The sugar artist understood immediately: "You want to make sugar figures too?"
"Yeah." Corey nodded repeatedly and pretended to blow.
"Okay, which one do you want?" Actually, the price of the sugar figurine is five yuan more expensive than the sugar painting, but the foreign boy has been standing here for almost half an hour, and he must be impressed by his superb skills. Thinking that his skills can impress foreigners, the sugar painting master suddenly felt a strong sense of national pride, and vowed to make the foreign boy completely impressed by his craftsmanship.
Corey stood here for nearly half an hour, and the thing he heard most was the boss's question, "Which one do you want?" He immediately understood. He thought for a moment and pointed to the most complicated dragon in the sugar painting and said, "This one."
"You are quite picky. This thing is not easy to blow up." The sugar painting and sugar figure are 2D and 3D respectively. The dragon shape can be drawn in a complicated and majestic way with the former, but it may not be blown out with the latter. "You are lucky to have met me. Others may not be able to blow it out."
The sugar artist, determined to impress his foreign friends, used sugar to create a hole and handed it to Corey: "Blow."
Corey had seen the interaction between the sugar painting master and the little girl, so he knew what to do immediately. He called out for sugar, puffed up his cheeks and began to blow. At the same time, his big blue eyes stared at the sugar figure that was gradually taking shape, and they became brighter and brighter.
"Okay." The sugar painting master cut off the excess sugar, found a larger stick, stuck it to the finished dragon, and handed it to Corey.
Corey looked at the sugar figure he had blown himself, and like a child seeing a toy for the first time, he stood by the stall in a daze, turning the sugar figure in his hand over and over again, as if he were appreciating a work of art.
At this time, Zhang Shaojie in front finally helped his sister win the doll she wanted. Zhang Tian was so excited that she jumped up and down with the doll in her arms and wanted to play another round. However, Zhang Shaojie rejected her idea out loud: "There are so many fun things to do in the night market. Let's go somewhere else."
"Okay." Zhang Tian thought it made sense and nodded obediently.
"Niuniu, are you going to buy candy figures again?" Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded in Zhang Shaojie's ears.
Sugar man? Zhang Shaojie subconsciously felt that he had heard this somewhere before and could not help but look back. Not far behind him, he saw a woman in her thirties scolding her daughter, while the chubby little girl was holding a sugar painting of a pig's head.
"I haven't had candy for seven days. I can have it today." The little girl argued with her mother.
"You can eat one chocolate, but you can't eat so much. Look how fat you are..."
"Excuse me, let me ask, isn't this a sugar painting?" Zhang Shaojie interrupted the woman anxiously.
The young mother looked at Zhang Shaojie and was a little surprised, but she still explained: "This is a sugar figure. Sugar paintings are painted, and this is blown out."
"Where did you buy it?" Zhang Shaojie suddenly had a bad feeling.
"It's Mr. Wang's candy figurine stall at the intersection, the one." The young mother pointed to the candy figurine stall not far away.
"Isn't that sugar painting?" Zhang Shaojie remembered that he had seen the brand.
"Master Wang knows two skills, it depends on whether you want to ..." Before the young mother finished her words, the boy who had just spoken to her suddenly changed his expression and rushed forward.
The reason why Zhang Shaojie rushed out was that when he looked back at the candy man stall, he saw a little boy holding a ball falling down at Corey's feet. This scene was exactly the same as the witch's occupation at the door of the haunted house during the day. Zhang Shaojie shuddered violently, as if he had been electrocuted, and rushed out without thinking.
“Corey！不要去撿皮球。”少年聲嘶力竭的喊着，可夜市裏太吵鬧了，他的聲音根本傳不過去，只有他身邊的幾個同伴聽到了。幾人雖然不知道發生了什麽事情，但看張紹傑這麽着急的往外面跑，就也跟着跑了起來。可等他們追到馬路邊的時候，面包車已經重新發動，開了出去。張紹傑緊緊的追在面包車後面，可人怎麽可能跑的過車，沒一會兒就被甩開了。
“小雪！”身後傳來張甜的驚呼聲，張紹傑回頭，就見卓淩雪一臉痛苦的跌坐在地上，手緊緊的捂着腳。
崴腳？
兩個占蔔，都應驗了？
張紹傑不死心的往回跑，重新回到糖人攤子前，他毫無道理的跑去質問糖畫師傅：“師傅，你會吹糖人為什麽牌子上不寫？”
如果他一開始知道這是糖人攤子，或許他就能聯想起來了。
王師傅一臉的莫名，但還是好脾氣的指着自己的桌子道：“我寫了啊。”
張紹傑低頭看去，發現在桌子的外面包裹着一塊紅布，紅布上有三個斑駁的黃色字體，吹糖人。師傅确實是寫了，可你寫的這麽矮，不注意誰看的見。
“剛才那個外國人，在你這買了什麽？”張紹傑再次問道。
“龍，可廢了我老大功夫了。”王師傅道。
“我看見他拿着一個龍形狀的糖人……”
對上了，都對上了。
張紹傑只覺的渾身血液驟涼，雙腿一軟，跌坐在地。他的旁邊，一個年輕的父親正拿着皮球哄剛才摔倒的胖娃娃。
“不哭，不哭，球不是給你撿回來了嗎？”
“怎麽上面黏膩膩的。”年輕媽媽疑惑的問。
“皮球附近掉了個糖人，應該不小心沾上了，擦擦就好了。”年輕爸爸道。
這時候其餘四個人也走了回來，張甜攙扶着崴了腳的卓淩雪，四個人的表情沒有比張紹傑好多少，顯然也想起了女巫的占蔔。
林媗是八點半從游樂場離開的，這時候鬼屋也差不多不營業了，用楊東的話說，雖然年輕人喜歡找刺激，但不找死，八點之後基本沒人逛鬼屋了。
林媗這一天收獲極為不錯，卦金賺了360塊，功德值也賺了差不多有200，就是吃飯花的有點多，游樂場裏的飯難吃就算了還死貴，一份盒飯89，一杯奶茶29。氣的林媗只買了一頓盒飯，晚飯一直忍到現在，打算出去再吃頓好的。
開玩笑呢，89塊錢，這要是去他們學校北門，那都能去最豪華的庡飯店暢吃了。
林媗坐地鐵去了學校北門，連吃了三四家小吃店，最後把自己給吃撐了都沒能吃掉89，回家的時候用剩下的錢，還順手買了個西瓜上去。
林媗出了電梯，一手拎着西瓜，一手在包裏找鑰匙，人剛跨出電梯間，走廊裏猛的閃出兩個人來。
“警察！”
“啪！”林媗被吓了一跳，剛買的麒麟瓜，啪嚓掉在地上，鮮紅的汁液漫出一走廊的西瓜清香。
我的瓜！
半個小時後，市刑警大隊，林媗一臉懵逼的走了進去。
“就是她，警察叔叔，就是她！”
林媗剛踏進去，就聽見好幾個聲音激動的朝她喊着。她循聲望去，看見熟悉的幾張臉龐，恍然大悟。
看來，外國少年還是被綁架了。不是林媗把這事忘記了，其實天黑那會兒她還惦記着呢，因為她從水晶球裏看到的場景就是夜晚，她想着事情差不多要發生了，而系統遲遲沒有傳來外國少年避免黴運的提示，便想着是不是出事。
只是，林媗想過對方可能出事了，但沒想過自己會出事。
找她幹嘛啊？
“你把我兒子綁到哪裏去了？”一個穿着西裝的外國人朝着林媗沖過來，不斷的用英文吼着。
“格林先生，不要沖動，事情還沒有調查清楚。”有警察攔住激動的外國人，然後朝帶着林媗過來的警察小哥哥使了個眼色。接着，林媗就被帶進了審訊室。
林媗長這麽大，還是第一次進審訊室，在裏面坐了好一會兒，才後知後覺的反應過來，自己怎麽就進審訊室了呢？
“叫什麽名字？”一個三十來歲滿臉胡茬，一看就好幾天沒睡的刑警坐在林媗的對面問詢着。這個刑警名叫蔣睿，是刑警隊隊長。
“林媗。”林媗老老實實回答。
“說，為什麽綁架Corey？”
“我沒有，我為什麽要綁架Corey。”林媗被問懵了。
“Corey的朋友，也就是剛才你在外面見到的那幾個高中生，他們說你在上午11點左右，親口和他們說過，Corey會在糖人攤旁邊被一輛面包車綁走，對嗎？”蔣睿問。
“那他們有沒有說，我是占蔔出來的？”林媗問。
“說了，不過占蔔？你自己信嗎？”蔣睿冷笑。
“所以你不相信占蔔，就覺得人是我綁的，因為我知道的實在是太詳細了，所以就算不是我綁的，我也一定是同謀？”林媗問。
“你承認了？”蔣睿目光銳利的直視着林媗。
“你有證據嗎？”林媗生氣了，但凡是一個無辜的人被這麽質問都會生氣的。
“我總會找到的。”
林媗簡直要被氣死了：“那麽我請問這位警察叔叔，我如果要綁架Corey，為什麽要提前把行動告訴他們？還有，我說他們去買糖人，他們就去買糖人嗎？而且，我占蔔的不只是這一件事情，我還占蔔了另外一個女孩子會崴腳。就算綁架可以人為設計，請問我怎麽讓那個女孩崴腳呢？她是我同謀嗎？”
剛才林媗進來的時候，那幾個高中生都激動的站了起來，但其中有一個女孩始終坐在椅子上沒動，林媗便猜測那應該就是被她占蔔會崴腳的女生。名字她不記得了，但占蔔結果記得。
蔣睿一下被問住了，張紹傑他們交代情況的時候也确實說了，他們是臨時起意去逛夜市的，也就是說他們在鬼屋占蔔的時候還沒有決定去逛夜市。而且，那個叫卓淩雪的女孩子也确實因為追車崴腳了。甚至，占蔔中還提到過一些細節，比如一個摔倒的小男孩，Corey買的糖人是龍，這些細節太小了，根本就不可能事先布置好，而且也沒有必要布置這些細節。
可占蔔……那更不可能啊。
“而且，你去游樂場找人問問，我今天一整天都在游樂場，剛下班回家，上千人都可以給我作證。”林媗道。
“綁架不一定要你親自去？”蔣睿持續逼問。依華DJ
“那請問我的作用是什麽呢，通知綁架對象我要綁架他？”林媗反問。
蔣睿再次被問住了，說實話，他也覺得這個事情很蹊跷。但這個被綁架的外國少年身份特殊，他父親是一家跨國公司的老總，很受□□重視，少年被綁架的事情更是直接驚動了外交部，上面下了死命令必須盡快破案。而他們除了知道一個假的車牌號之外毫無頭緒，唯一的線索就是林媗的占蔔，所以只能把人帶回來詢問。
試問，除了綁匪，誰能知道的這麽詳細？可綁匪為什麽又要把這麽詳細的計劃告訴被害者呢。
就在審問進入僵局的時候，蔣睿的電話忽然響了，蔣睿本來想直接挂斷的，但是看到來電顯示後又立刻起身走了出去。
“楚顧問。”蔣睿激動的道，“你什麽時候回來，我這裏有一個案子……”
“你們抓了林媗？”一個冷靜的聲音打斷了蔣睿的話。
“是。”蔣睿愣了一下，雖然不知道楚顧問是怎麽知道他抓了人的，但還是如實回答了。
“她不是綁匪，把她放了。”
“可她實在是太可疑了，她知道的細節太多了，而且她解釋不清楚，最後甚至說她會占蔔。”
“那有沒有可能她真的會呢？”楚顧問反問。
蔣睿愣住，如果是別人說這話他一定會反駁，可說這話的是楚連青，一個只是看犯罪檔案就可以直接畫出罪犯本人畫像的人。而且他畫出來的畫像，和罪犯本人幾乎一模一樣。
“對她客氣點，或許她就幫你把綁匪占蔔出來了呢。”楚連青又道。
“你沒開玩笑？”
對面沒有回答，而是直接挂了電話。
就在蔣睿琢磨楚連青話裏意思的時候，一個警察跑了進來，飛快的道：“蔣隊，綁匪來電話了。”
蔣睿一驚，直接跑了出去。
林媗一個人留在審訊室裏，開始陷入了深深的自我懷疑。
自己好心好意的幫人占蔔，提醒被害人可能要出事，結果最後把自己搞成了嫌疑人，這都是什麽事啊。還不如占蔔些踩狗屎，卡魚刺的小黴運呢，功德值不少賺，還不惹麻煩。
下次再有這種麻煩的占蔔，她……也不能不管啊。
哎呀，煩死了。
不過清者自清，更何況自己好歹也是官方組織成員，譚助理肯定會撈自己的。
When Lin Xin thought about it, she relaxed immediately. In addition, she had just eaten too much, so she began to feel sleepy. She leaned back on the chair and fell asleep. So, when Jiang Rui came back after listening to the kidnapper's call, Lin Xin had already dozed off for a while.
"..." Even if he was not a kidnapper, an ordinary person could not fall asleep in such an environment.
"Wake up." Jiang Rui originally wanted to slam the table to scare the person awake, but thinking of Chu Lianqing's words to be polite to her, he walked over and patted Lin Xi's arm gently.
"Huh?" Lin Yan woke up in a daze and saw Jiang Rui. She was helpless. "I really didn't kidnap the person. What should I say so that you will believe it?"
Lin Yan was really afraid that the police would detain her for 48 hours. This place was too uncomfortable and it was not comfortable to sleep.
"If you can prove that you can really take advantage of others, I will believe you," Jiang Rui said.
Lin Yan glanced at him and asked, "How do you prove it?"
"Take a look and find out where the kidnappers are." Jiang Rui said.
Lin Xi was stunned at first, then she slowly sat up straight.
"Uncle police, you arrested me and wrongly accused me of being a kidnapper. Now you want me to take some food from you and help you catch the kidnapper? What are you doing? Am I being taken advantage of?"
"Ahem..." Jiang Rui felt that he was bullying others after hearing this. "Don't think like that. You are just trying to prove your innocence."
"Ha," Lin Yan sneered, "arrest me if you have evidence."
Does she look so easy to bully? She won't fall for it, just think she has no temper.
"Don't be so excited."
"How could I not be excited? I worked all day and finally bought a watermelon to take home. I was just about to watch a TV series when you brought me here and broke my watermelon." The watermelon is still in the corridor. Tomorrow the cleaning lady will definitely complain about her lack of public morality.
"Captain Jiang." The door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open, and a young policeman walked in and said to Jiang Rui, "There is a new situation."
【Chai Puxin, male, 25 years old, died in the line of duty. 】
Lin Yan's breath was choked, and she stared straight at the young policeman: "You..."
Jiang Rui was about to leave when he saw that Lin Xin looked a little unhappy. He subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Lin was very angry about being taken to the interrogation room without any reason, but she couldn't keep silent about such a matter involving human life. What's more, this policeman died in the line of duty at the age of 25.
Lin Yan really couldn't bear it, but she just picked up the shelf...
"You can ask me to tell your fortune, 10,000 yuan each time." I will multiply the fortune you get a thousand times and make you pay the price.
Ten thousand yuan? The kidnapper just asked for ten million yuan.
Jiang Rui immediately dispelled his suspicion of Lin Xi. Judging from the way she asked for money, she couldn't be a kidnapper.