The two stood on the roadside in the cold wind, and for a moment they didn't know where to go.
Zhou Yian was still feeling sad about the passing of time, when suddenly, a burst of bold and colorful colors flashed before her again.
She saw two pitch-black things among the people coming and going.
I wanted to jump up just by looking at this. Isn't this a bad guy?
He couldn't help but pull Song Songbai beside him and asked him to pay attention to whether there was anything wrong with the two people opposite.
Song Songbai looked in the direction her eyes were fixed on. There were two people wearing coarse cloth clothes. They were wearing the clothes that farmers usually wear, but they were carrying bags. Their eyes were looking around. Although they concealed it well, Song Songbai could still see it.
Something bad must have happened, he thought, very suspicious.
"Can you fight?" Zhou Yian still spoke with confidence in her own ability. She had only seen someone so dark a few times, and the last time was also a spy.
I thought that after all, we were under the feet of the emperor and the imperial city, so some bad guys had to be caught. In fact, I was mainly thinking that at this critical juncture, I wondered if catching a few bad guys would be a meritorious service. If I could, it might be of some help to Song Songbai's father. I had such an illusion.
Zhou Yian decided to take care of this matter.
Song Songbai also considered it and found it very suspicious. You know, this was right at the gate of the compound. The couple pretended to be very poor, wearing two sets of patched clothes, but their shoes were brand new.
Based on his own judgment, Song Songbai went up. If he didn't go up, he would probably be out of sight.
He ran after them and saw two people notice him and were about to run away, so he shouted, "Stop."
The couple froze for a moment and ran even faster.
Fortunately, Song Songbai's running speed was not to be underestimated. When he shouted "Stop", he had already closed the gap a lot and caught up with him in one go.
The people around were also watching this scene in shock.
Zhou Yian shouted directly, "They are spies, stop them."
Anyway, she was the only spy who had seen such a thick black light before, and now it must be the same. If there was no problem, who would run away?
Anyway, those who run away are guilty.
When the people around heard this, they were both scared and eager to try. The couple didn't seem as handsome as the young man, and they did run away.
When Song Songbai was halfway through the fight, the man in black from the couple suddenly took out a knife from his sleeve. Unexpectedly, the man was carrying a knife. Song Songbai failed to dodge in time and was severely cut on the shoulder.
When the people around saw him holding a knife, they all thought he must be a dangerous person.
Some people rushed up eagerly, but were still a little afraid of those holding knives.
Zhou Yian initially thought Song Songbai could handle the situation on his own, but the situation took a sudden turn for the worse. Passersby saw the situation as dire. She held the smoke bomb, unsure whether to use it or not. She thought about it, fearing it might block Song Songbai's path, so she decided against it.
I was afraid of being held accountable later for holding the homemade crossbow, but I had to use it.
Fortunately, at this time, a burly man ran out from the crowd of passers-by, who looked even bigger than Song Songbai.
Although Song Songbai has good fighting skills, he looks good and wears clothes that make him look thin, so he looks weak, but his fighting skills are not low either.
With the help of this burly man, the two men were subdued.
Zhou Yian quickly ran over and looked at Song Songbai's injured hand, looking like he was about to cry. "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Song Songbai looked at her condition and comforted her. He knew she might feel bad, but it was Song Songbai who decided to do it himself. "Please help me find a police officer. I suspect this is a spy."
The people on the roadside nodded and said, "They've gone, someone just left."
When they saw someone holding a knife, some people went over. They felt that there was no need to suspect whether he was a spy. Which good person would carry a knife, even if it was just a relatively small knife.
"That's good," Song Songbai covered the bleeding area and waited for the police to arrive. "Does anyone have a rope?"
They have been controlling it all the time. It would be bad if it retaliated, so it’s better to tie it up with a rope.
"I have it, I have it. I just bought some hemp rope." An enthusiastic citizen replied, "Brother, you are a soldier, right? You are so awesome."
At the beginning, it was one against two.
"No," Song Songbai shook his head, "My father is a soldier."
"Then your father must be quite capable too," the man gave a thumbs-up. "A good father will have a good son."
After the ropes were tied, passersby dared to come forward to see, pointing and talking. Many of them were seeing this scene for the first time.
Until the police came.
"Both comrades are doing well," the police officer rushed over after receiving the news. Looking at the blood on Song Songbai's hand, he was a little worried. "Let me accompany you to bandage it first."
It's not a good thing to keep bleeding. Judging from the knife, he must be a criminal. So the good comrades who dared to take action must need more care.
Although it is necessary to take notes, it can be done after the bandage.
When Zhou Yian heard this, she nodded quickly. It needed to be bandaged. Otherwise, even if she and Song Songbai just pressed on it, they wouldn't be able to stop the blood from flowing out of the hand. It would probably cause some damage to the body.
So the public security forces split into two groups, and the more numerous people took the two captured people and the burly young man who joined the battlefield later and took them to the public security bureau.
The other side was bandaged first.
When it was time to bandage the wound, Zhou Yian felt very distressed when he saw the long wound on his shoulder. He felt that he had suffered a lot. "I'll mend it for you when the time comes, and I'll make chicken soup for you every day."
"Okay." Song Songbai responded gently.
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