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Chapter 135 Bylaws
"Commonly known as eye poison."

Wang Quanshao almost spit out a mouthful of saliva, originally he was not in a good mood, and now it is unavoidable that he will be so angry that he has been played by others, so he is about to curse out loud.

It was his master, Zeng Kuo, who actually asked first, "How sure are you?"

"Master?" Wang Quanshao looked at Zeng Kuo in disbelief.

Zeng Kuo only looked at Wu Qing calmly, and asked again, "How sure are you?"

Wang Quanshao was dumbfounded.

Wu Qing weighed it, with his right hand facing down, and his index finger and thumb spread, "Eighty percent."

"Why didn't you say you have this ability before?"

Wu Qing responded calmly, "This statement is a bit ridiculous."

"How long will it take?"

"Three floors, fifteen minutes, so even if I don't find it, it won't delay us too much to continue the case... I'll go in alone, first make sure it's weird, and then make the next decision, whether to evacuate the people in the theater, We deal with it inside; or bring the weirdness out and deal with it outside."

"Okay. You go, I'll wait for you for a quarter of an hour."

Wang Quanshao was speechless. The master has always been mature and prudent, but this time he made up his mind in a few words, and it seemed that Wu Qing, who was also a probationary salt policeman like him, was the vanguard.But the master had already made up his mind, he could only watch helplessly as Wu Qing left him a sharp back, but it was not easy to deny the master's words in front of outsiders.

But when Wu Qing walked away, Wang Quanshao's spirit rose again, and he asked his master, "Master, just a few words?"

"Didn't you see it?"

"But this..." Wang Quanshao hesitated to speak.

"Too sloppy?" Zeng Kuo said something inconvenient for his apprentice, and nodded immediately, "It's a bit sloppy..."

"That……?"

"But I've heard of people who have similar skills. Even I have been a salt policeman for these years, and with my naked eyes, I can see a lot of weirdness, it's not as high as [-]%."

What Old Chen knows, Zeng Kuo, who is also an old salt policeman, of course knows too.And Zeng Kuo also has his own judgment.This event is also an education.

He gestured between his apprentice and himself with his fingers, looking a little serious,
"You call me master, but we still wear the same official uniforms. It's good that you lack epaulettes, but standing together, who wouldn't say that we are colleagues? After you pass the probationary period, we colleagues will be regarded as colleagues. It is also normal for brothers to match each other.

Of course, one must be cautious in handling a case, but at this time there is no danger to life, and there is really nothing to do, let alone explain some top-secret case, Wu Qing only needs 15 minutes.Since he is a colleague and brother, can you still give him this little trust? Does he have to make a long speech, quote from many sources, and it is best to give a few more examples before he can believe what he said?If you can't give this little trust, then when you are in a dangerous situation in the future, how can you talk about colleagues who go out and die together, and those who enter share the joys and sorrows? "

"That's not what I meant." Wang Quanshao waved his hands hastily, and was afraid that the master might think he didn't believe him, so he paused and said seriously,
"Master's admonition, I will definitely keep it in mind. It's just that Wu Qing, like me, is a trial salt policeman. Even if he should be trusted by his colleagues, but like me, he has not yet passed the stage of selection. How can he be trusted?"

Zeng Kuo said, "It's still the same sentence, there is no danger to life at this time... Besides, Wu Qing's ability has been proved, whether it is the case handled by our team before... the killing of six ghosts in World War I, or the previous speculation The true intention of the governor. One shows his courage, and the other proves that he has a charter in his chest. It is an exaggeration to say that he is capable of writing and martial arts, but relying on a trust, let's do it."

Wang Quanshao has nothing more to say, as in the foreword, he is an open-minded young man, and he will not do things to slander others just out of pride.

…………

Just looking for a weird one, not Wu Qingtuoda.If you want to be the captain, you have to perform outstandingly.There is nothing that demonstrates one's ability more than doing things that one's colleagues cannot do.

Time was tight and tasks were heavy, so Wu Qing walked up to the front steps of the Xintiandi Theater in two or two steps. Once he lifted his legs and stepped up the steps of three or four steps, he was already in the middle of the two red eaves pillars in front of the theater.

Two-column couplets.

Youlian "God is man, ghost is man, man is man, one or two are ever-changing."

Zuolian "Cars walk, horses walk, steps walk, three, five steps, all over the world."

Wu Qing didn't have time to watch, and accompanied by Menzi's smiling face, she crossed the threshold.

The buzzing sound hit Wu Qing's face like a tide.

The three-story theater building is surrounded by the word "Hui". In the center, the singing on the big red stage is ups and downs. In the martial arts arena, the master is beating gongs and drums, the actors on the stage are dancing with guns and sticks, and the defeated soldiers are lying on the red tablecloth.

No.

Wu Qing calmly withdrew his gaze from the stage, and gradually turned his focus from the stage against the north wall to his own direction, then looked around and looked around, sitting or standing in the hall on the first floor, laughing or laughing, eating melons and drinking tea , and even the pike-like guys who shuttled through the crowd, Wu Qing had a panoramic view of them all.

Even the tables, chairs, benches, candlesticks, lamps, and carved railings were not spared by Wu Qing.

No.

Wu Qing turned her head and asked the doorman who followed, "Where are you going backstage?"

The sect only thought that Wu Qing was a star chaser, and his face showed embarrassment, but it was Wu Qing who slapped his gun, and immediately replied, "That piece of red cloth is blocking it, just go there."

The troupe who come to Xintiandi Theater to sing opera is fixed, there are many famous actors, and there are more officials and bosses who join in the show, but they have a clear mind. Which of these uncles will care about their own life and death, and they pretend to be scared, so they simply do it answer.

Wu Qing asked again, "What's the difference between the second and third floors?"

"There are fewer people on the second floor, and fewer people on the third floor. There are private rooms, and a private room fee is charged."

"Thank you."

On the contrary, Menzi was a little flattered.

Equality of personality is promoted these days, but whoever takes it seriously will be a big injustice.

Gao (the foreman) who was taking care of the audience on the second floor lowered his head and saw his subordinates, whispering to each other with a calm young patrolman, who was carrying a black umbrella on his back strangely.

Then the face of his subordinates changed, and the young patrolman put his hand on the gun pouch at his waist...

broken.

Gao Yi frowned, put his hand on the railing on the second floor, turned around and ran downstairs, and then went down the stairs. When he got high, he saw that Wu Qing was almost walking to the red cloth covering the backstage. I've seen it before, and no matter how Liao Gao looked at the young patrolman, he felt that the young patrolman's face was calm, and he didn't look like he was here to cheer.

Those who come to join in the show have a high status and a smile on their faces; those with a low status can meet famous actors, that is an excitement.You can't be expressionless, that's pretending to be something in your heart-the ghost knows what it's pretending to be.

(End of this chapter)