632 · Haining Cat Island (42)
There is a thin layer of blue plastic cloth between the fried noodle stall and the barbecue stall next door, which is about waist-high. When eating normally, the tables on both sides cannot see each other when sitting down, but you can see the next door when standing up from the chair.
Maybe because the fumes from frying noodles were too strong, the boss brought a high-power fan with him. Now the fan had somehow fallen to the ground, sucking in a lot of dust and messy plastic bags on the ground, and was making a crackling sound.
The diners around were afraid of being hit by the fan and ran away from their seats. At the same time, the diners who ran away, the passers-by who came to join in the fun, the angry questioning of women and the cursing of men mixed together, making this area that was originally on the edge of the night market instantly lively.
In the chaos, those who wanted to leave couldn't leave, and those who wanted to go in couldn't go in. Everyone was crowded together. Bai Jinshu and his friends were a step late and couldn't squeeze into the core lively circle. They could only stand where they were and look in that direction from afar.
"I'll stand higher and see what's going on..." Guan Hongyan muttered, stepping onto the wooden stool of the barbecue stall. "There are three layers of people inside and three layers of people outside. If it was just a cat hitting a child, it would be a bit of an exaggeration."
It has to be a gang fight for so many people to watch, right?
Barrage:
【Let me see. Let me see.】
【Housekeeper, please move the camera. 】
[What's so interesting about this group of people quarreling?]
…
Huai Jiamu deftly kicked Bai Jinshu's shoulder and jumped onto the light stand next to him, allowing Bai Jinshu to see the situation in the center of the crowd before everyone else—
There was unexpectedly an open space in the center of the chaotic crowd. In the middle of the open space was a family of three. The mother was holding her son's arm and yelling at the boss, while the man was holding a bottle of wine and looking around vigilantly, as if he was guarding against some enemy.
The two adults were filled with righteous indignation, but the child surrounded by them did not look like he was hurt. He sat quietly on the ground without saying a word or crying or making any noise.
"The woman was scolding the boss, but the kid didn't seem to be hurt. He didn't look like he was... hit by a cat. He was sitting quietly on the ground..." Guan Hongyan stood on a bench and described the situation to everyone, "I'm not saying it's a big deal. The kid didn't seem to be hurt. Is it that serious?"
"Hongyan," Yun Guang interrupted her helplessly, "get to the point."
"Oh, here's the point," Guan Hongyan came back to her senses and continued to observe the center of the crowd. "This kid's father looks very fierce. He holds the bottle of wine on the table and looks like he wants to fight with someone. His face is red and his ears are red. I can't tell anything else. I have to squeeze in and ask around."
"Then I'll go find out what's going on." Fang Xiang put down the grilled squid skewers in his hand, wiped his mouth, and went into the crowd.
"Zhongsheng, have you seen the cat?" Yun Guang whispered to Guan Hongyan to confirm a few details, then turned around and asked.
They didn't know what happened at the noodle stall next door, but they vaguely heard the child's mother accusing the stall owner of not caring about stray cats, which caused the cats near the stall to beat her child. Now this family of three attracted so many people to watch, and now the cat that beat the child has disappeared. If it is related to the cat, then it may be related to the unknown rules of this island.
In terms of vision, Du Zhongsheng should be able to see much more clearly than Guan Hongyan who is standing on a stool, so it would be more useful to ask him than Guan Hongyan.
"No," Bai Jinshu glanced around the open space, "It seems that there are no cats around here..."
With such a big noise, even if there were any, they would be scared away.
Just as he was observing, Fang Xiang, who had gone out to inquire about the news, came back.
"I found out!" He snapped his fingers, "I don't think it has anything to do with what we are investigating."
"What do you mean?" the radio host asked.
"The kid's parents kept chasing the store owner for compensation, and everyone was just watching the fun, thinking the store owner was unlucky," Fang Xiang shrugged. "Behind this night market is the warehouse area of these shops, and the boxes on the ground are filled with all kinds of goods. The kid took advantage of his parents' meal time to run to the back to play by himself. It turned out that there was a cat in the box besides the goods, and the kid was scratched by the cat."
No one has ever trimmed the nails of a wild cat, so as expected, the child had a lot of scratches on his body. While he was being hit by the cat, he happened to run into the parents who were looking for the child.
So it became a big deal.
The two people saw the homemade cat food next to the cats and insisted that the cats were raised by the stall owner. Now they are demanding compensation from the stall owner.
It is well known that the cats on Haining Cat Island are all free-range wild cats. Even if these cats are owned by the stall owner, it is unlikely that they would be thrown into the warehouse area at the back without ropes. These two people blackmailed the stall owner, which naturally attracted a lot of onlookers.
"When I asked him just now, the guy told me that he was sitting next to the two of them," Fang Xiang added, "He saw the kid clearly when he came back. Most of the wounds on his body were just broken skin. It was really scary to look at."
"I see..." After listening to the whole thing, the radio host curled his lips in disappointment, "I thought it was a kid who got scared by a sea monster and came back crying to find his parents or something like that."
Now it seems that it was just a simple case of a naughty kid being sanctioned for being too playful.
Just when everyone was getting ready to eat skewers again, the noise from next door suddenly increased in level.
"What's that insult?" Guan Hongyan twitched her ears. "What's that? Do you want to die miserably? What's that? What's that? What's that? ..."
"All of you who cursed my son to death are crows," Bai Jinshu repeated calmly, "Don't I know what kind of person my son is? Be careful with your words. If you keep saying that, I will be rude to you."
"Wow, your hearing is really good," Guan Hongyan turned around and exclaimed, "You can even hear this."
It is not difficult to distinguish the sound of a woman cursing, but what is difficult to distinguish is the specific content of her saying mixed in with a bunch of talking voices. It is surprising that Du Zhong's voice can be distinguished.
"What's wrong again?" The radio host frowned impatiently and turned his head.
"There's something wrong with that kid," Bai Jinshu continued, looking at Huai Jiamu from a high place, and briefly described him. "When he stood up just now, he was staggering as if he couldn't even walk. He stumbled and fell several times. Some onlookers whispered that there was something wrong with the kid, and his mother heard it."
"And then?" Guan Hongyan looked up at the camera cat that was still squatting on the light stand and broadcasting diligently.
"Then they heard the quarrel," he frowned lightly, and without waiting for the other listeners at the table to comment, he continued, "But that little boy does seem to have some problems."
Guan Hongyan was sitting on a stool and didn't see it just now, but he, who shared the vision with the leopard cat, saw it clearly. When the little boy stood up in the crowd, his hands and feet were indeed very uncoordinated, as if there was something wrong with his central nervous system or somewhere else.
That kind of staggering is not the staggering of walking unsteadily, but more like a feeling of being out of control, as if one cannot quite control his hands and feet. You can tell there is a problem at first glance.
The child's mother was obviously a little panicked after cursing a few times, and her voice gradually weakened. The onlookers around her couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and urged her to call 120 and go to the hospital for a check-up, as it was possible that the child had hit his head.
"How is it possible?" The child's father paused for a long time while holding the bottle, and then reached out to touch his head, "There are no wounds or bulges on it..."
"There's clearly no injury at all!" The child's mother was also anxious, changing her tone a few minutes ago when she said that our child was seriously injured by a cat and needed to be vaccinated, "There's no wound on the head, how could there be a problem?"
But the child's current condition is indeed a bit abnormal. It looks like some disease related to the brain's nerve center has suddenly flared up. The child's father paused for a while, picked up the wine bottle on the table and said sternly: "If...if the child gets hurt here, we will pursue legal responsibility!"
The fried noodle boss was so upset by the unexpected disaster that he could only stand there, not knowing what to say. However, the onlookers around him urged the two to go to the hospital immediately, as this kind of brain damage would become more serious if delayed for a second.
There was another round of chaos and it was almost half an hour before the ambulance arrived and the child was taken away.
Seeing the end of this farce, all the people who came to watch the fun dispersed, and the night market stalls finally returned to their normal state.
"After we finish eating... shall we go downstairs and take a walk?" The radio host looked up for advice.
No one had any objection to this. They originally came to the night market to eat because of the submissions the radio host received. Now they could verify it in person, which was better than hearsay.
"Everyone, we are closing the stall early today," the boss's voice came from the table at this moment, "I am so sorry."
"It's not easy for the boss either," Tong Yao sighed sympathetically, "It was clearly the people at the next table who started the quarrel..."
But because the two stalls were too close to each other, she was also affected a lot.
However, due to the remote location of the stall and the farce that had occurred at the next table, there was only one table left at the barbecue stall besides them. Since the stall was about to close, everyone stopped chatting and decided to follow the clues provided by the radio host and go to the beach to take a look.
"Before, I didn't dare to go too far to the beach when I went alone," the radio host said as he walked. "This time, we have more people to give us courage. Let's go a little further in. Maybe we can really see something..."
She was halfway through her words when a group of children holding cats passed by.
"Isn't this Wu Da?" Bai Jinshu spotted Wu Da, who seemed a little withdrawn, among a group of children who were talking and laughing.
"Wu Da, Wu Da?" Guan Hongyan followed his gaze and waved to the barbecue restaurant owner's child.
"Wuda, do you know this?"
"Wuda, someone is calling you."
"Go, go!"
The children pushed each other into a ball, and Wu Da had to come over reluctantly.
"Why are you holding so many cats?" Guan Hongyan asked curiously.
Wu Da whispered: "Just caught."
"Just now? Why did you catch the cat just now..." Halfway through her words, Guan Hongyan suddenly realized, "Oh, they had a quarrel because of that."
Most of the cats on Haining Island are free-range, and a very small number are kept in cages at home. Most of the time, the surrounding businesses want to prevent accidents involving wild cats hurting people from happening again, and so as not to affect their business, so that the children can take the cats away.
But you won’t know until you see it. Once you see it…
It turns out that the owners of the night market all bring their own children to set up stalls. Are there so many children in the night market?
【Author’s words】
The pollen of the juniper is too terrible this year... I fled Beijing in early April
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