Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Return to the pre-liberation era overnight
In the flashing red and blue lights, Qiao Zhuo could clearly see the lying bear and the shoes on its feet...
Who is the kind person who puts shoes on the bear?!
Most of the shops in the old street are equipped with networked alarm systems. The police station is only 800 meters away from the old street in a straight line, and it only takes two minutes to turn a few corners. The police response speed is extremely fast.
Two policemen blocked the man in a pile of broken glass.
Many residents in the surrounding area stuck their heads out to watch the fun.
"You mean, you thought the coffee shop owner fainted inside, so you broke down the door to help him, but it turned out to be a bear?" asked the younger police officer.
It sounds ridiculous, but it's the truth.
Qiao Zhuo suppressed his anger and nodded.
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"My brain is spinning."
“…”
Seeing that his emotions, which had finally calmed down, began to fluctuate again, the old policeman patted his colleague's arm and signaled him to shut up.
But it was of no avail. Qiao Zhuoyi's anger reached its peak when Xiaolu's phone was turned off.
His fingers tightened, and the Pixiu on his forearm seemed to want to crush the phone.
"Come with us to the institute first, and then we'll contact Tan Du."
The veteran police officer often comes to this area for inspection and has a general understanding of the relationships between the various shops.
Especially these two families, there was a conflict during the renovation. He and another colleague called the police at that time. The neighbor who called the police said that the two families almost got into a fight. After arriving, they found that the hammer was clearly in the hands of the workers, and they were the more numerous side, but it was obvious at a glance that the young man was in the dominant position.
His sturdy body stood by the wall like a green pine tree, staring at the heads of the group of people provocatively, with a steel bar in his hand resting on the worker's forearm, and no one dared to move.
Strong people always suffer in public opinion.
If he didn't know the whole story, amid the accusations from people around him, he would almost think that the young man was the one at fault, and tried to mediate, but the young man refused to give in at all - they had agreed to start work at the same time, so there was no reason for him to sneak away and have fun.
Fortunately, the owner of this coffee shop was impartial and a very polite person. After arriving, he immediately announced that the work would be stopped and the wages would be paid as usual. He apologized and comforted the employees, and did his job perfectly, which made both parties feel satisfied.
Of course, the two sides refer to the workers and them, not including Qiao Zhuoyi, who was ignored by everyone.
The motorcycle followed the patrol car into the police station.
As soon as he stopped, Xiao Lu's phone rang: "Boss Qiao, I'm sorry, my phone just ran out of battery. Are you okay? Brother Tan is at the store. I just contacted him..."
Qiao Zhuoyi closed his eyes, handed the phone to the old policeman, and went to hide under the eaves with his arms folded.
He glanced at the street group and saw, as expected, the residents who were watching the excitement were eager to wake everyone up. There was a new topic of conversation - the guy from the tattoo parlor had smashed up the coffee shop! There was blood everywhere!
"The situation is consistent with what you said. Tan Du is on his way." The old police officer returned the phone to him. "Just sign and you can leave."
Qiao Zhuoyi remained silent, staring at the door. Two minutes later, an off-road vehicle pulled into the parking space. The man who got out of the driver's seat was pale and ran towards them. His clothes, which were always ironed, were now wrinkled. When he got closer, he could clearly see an unsightly purple bruise on the back of his hand, spreading out from the needle hole in the center.
...Sick Xishi.
Qiao Zhuo turned around and asked: "Where do I sign?"
The three characters "Qiao Zhuo Yi" are so powerful that they can be seen through the back of the paper. The end of the character "Yi" is elongated, with a hole at the edge. Looking at the "Tan Du" next to it, Qiao Zhuo raised his eyebrows. It looks good but not neat. It is true that the handwriting reflects the person.
"Boss Qiao..." Tan Du started, but Qiao Zhuo ignored him, stepped into the car with his long legs, and stepped on the accelerator. It seemed that even the exhaust gas was filled with anger.
"Boss Tan, you've offended me greatly this time." The old policeman patted him on the shoulder while standing under the eaves.
"Yeah." Tan Du sighed and handed him a cigarette. "It's late at night. Thank you for your hard work."
The old police officer waved his hand and refused: "I say, what's the trend of putting shoes on dolls?"
Tan Du smiled and shook his head: "There was a guest with a child in the afternoon, and the child was wearing it. I was in a hurry to go out and forgot about it."
The old policeman looked at him, his eyes falling on the back of his hand: "Are you sick?"
"Yeah, I went to get an IV drip," Tan Du said with a wry smile, "I forgot to bring my phone and accidentally fell asleep."
I returned dazed and saw the TD gate, thinking I was dreaming.
The young police officer explained the situation to him, and he checked in with the lawyer before rushing over. He expected to be scolded, but unexpectedly, the man refused to speak, not even bothering to look at him.
The hedgehog, which had finally softened, curled up again and returned to the pre-liberation era overnight.
"Boss Tan, please don't make it difficult for me. Brother Zhuo said to cancel the subscription." Xiao Luo didn't take the tray and handed over a wad of cash. "Also, this is the door fee."
Tan Du smiled and raised his voice: "My life is worth much more than the door. If that's the case, how much do I have to give Boss Qiao?"
There was no response from inside. Xiao Luo leaned over slightly to give him some space and asked, "Boss Tan, what happened last night? Where did you go? My brother Zhuo was trying to help, so why was he taken to the police station? You guys are going too far!"
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I didn't bring my phone with me when I got the IV drip, and I accidentally fell asleep afterward."
"Yes! That's your problem! Our Brother Zhuo..."
The two of them sang in unison, openly cursing but actually explaining. Qiao Zhuo swallowed a yawn, pulled the corner of his mouth, and shouted, "Come in and study."
"Here I am!" Xiao Luo winked. "Sorry, Boss Tan."
Tan Du smiled and nodded, looking behind him, he saw his calves dangling beside the sofa, with long Achilles tendons and smooth lines, he probably exercised a lot on weekdays.
The trouser legs were pulled up above the knees, revealing the area that was usually not exposed to the sun, making the skin look noticeably whiter.
"Brother Tan, how's it going?" Seeing him shake his head, Xiao Lu slumped his shoulders. "It was really good timing that my phone ran out of battery yesterday! Just one minute!"
"Boss Qiao is so loyal," Zhou Jue interrupted, "He won't be angry for long..."
Looking at the expressions of the other two, she hesitated and added "right".
Xiao Lu lowered his lips and said, "Just remove the word 'no'..."
What he said came true.
Over the next week, Tan Du came to visit three times a day, but he was unable to see Qiao Zhuo.
I don’t know when this anger will subside.
In fact, being angry was secondary. Qiao Zhuoyi was more confused.
I can't figure out what went wrong with my brain at that time.
You are not a young boy anymore. Just call the police and have them come. Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?
These days, when I go out, the gossip behind my ears can be eaten as food.
He saw Tan Du explaining in the group, and the response he got was - Xiao Tan, stop covering up for others. Don’t we know the character of Qiao Hedgehog?
It is a rare scene where a laughing tiger is unable to defend himself. Qiao Zhuo curled the corners of his lips and looked quite amused.
Xiao Luo secretly observed from the small room, and finally picked up his phone to report: [Brother Zhuo, it's sunny today! ]
Xiaolu: [Received!]
"What are you doing?" Qiao Zhuoyi broke off a bamboo stick from somewhere and knocked on the wall a few times. His voice was hoarse but stern, "Be serious!"
"knew!"
Guiyi's small room was originally used for Qiao Zhuoyi to take a nap, but now with a desk added, it has become Xiao Luo's small study.
Having no place to take a nap for several days, Qiao Zhuo became listless in the afternoon.
Bang--
When the door was knocked open, Qiao Zhuoyi was still a little confused.
A middle-aged man rushed in, wrapped in heat.
Before Qiao Zhuoyi could even stand up, a punch came flying towards him. He quickly blocked it, but the punch was quite powerful, and his forearm went numb for a moment. He shook off the other person's hand and stood up: "Who are you?"
"Are you the boss here?" the man stared at him.
"I am... Shit!"
The man didn't give the other person a chance to speak. Qiao Zhuo dodged while shouting, "If you have something to say, just say it!"
Xiao Luo rushed out upon hearing the noise, blocking Qiao Zhuoyi's way and about to attack. Qiao Zhuoyi, not expecting that he would have to intervene one day, was overwhelmed and pulled the man behind him: "You go in!"
"Brother Zhuo, let me go! I'll let him know..."
Bang--
"Brother Zhuo!"
While the two were pulling each other, the man hit Qiao Zhuo on the chin. Taking advantage of his distraction, Qiao Zhuo pushed Xiao Luo back to the small room, locked the door and took out the key.
"Brother Zhuo!" Xiao Luo knocked on the door hard.
"Don't make trouble!" Qiao Zhuo roared.
The man gasped and stared at him fiercely.
Qiao Zhuo thrust his tongue into the inside of his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "Are you done? Can you speak properly?"
The man grabbed him by the collar and asked, "Did you give my son a tattoo?!"
"Tsk, it's not over yet." Qiao Zhuoyi suddenly grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm behind his back, and kicked him in the knee with his toes. The man fell to his knees with a thud. Qiao Zhuoyi held him down, "Okay, okay, talk!"
The man couldn't break free and roared, "I'm asking if you were the one who tattooed my son!"
"Who is your son?" Qiao Zhuo frowned.
"Zhao Feifan!"
"Who?" Qiao Zhuo made sure that no one among the customers had this name.
"Brother! That minor from last time." Xiao Luo shouted from inside.
"You knew he was a minor but still gave him the tattoo! What a heartless black shop! My son wants to be a pilot! The tattoo will ruin him!" The man suddenly jumped up and picked up the computer and smashed it on Qiao Zhuoyi.
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