The policeman walked over to Bai Letian, who stood there, pale and at a loss, thinking to himself that maybe this was a misunderstanding.

The policeman ran to Bai Letian's side, grabbed Bai Letian's arm, and the white foam at the corner of his mouth was clearly visible, "Documents!

"Hmm. Bai Lotian responded, trying to stay calm, and made a gesture of pulling out his documents, while thinking: Is this a routine inspection?

"Did you just push a pretty lady into the river?" asked the policeman aloud.

Bai Lotian pretended to be innocent and shook his head hurriedly, "No, No." He knew that once the documents were detained, everything would be over, and that Li Yanlan might also testify, so there would be no chance of luck, and he had to find a way to escape.

Bai Lotian squatted on the ground, slowly opened his backpack, and rummaged through his documents.

The policeman bent over and looked at him, his eyes fixed on the contents of his bag, the baton in his hand drooping, his heels shaking, and he looked completely relaxed.

Bai Letian's feet pressed on the ground in order to maintain the maximum tension, and the thighs and calves just made the upper strength, which should be the best angle of attack, which was taught to him by Zhao Laohei.

Bai Lotian secretly exerted his strength, quickly pulled on the zipper of his backpack, like a spring that popped up quickly, quickly got up, and hit his head on the policeman's chin.

The policeman groaned, covered his chin with his hand, picked up the baton while scolding, and turned towards Bai Letian's head.

Bai Lotian picked up his backpack and hit the policeman's arm, the policeman's arm sank, and the baton deviated from the direction.

The policeman's other hand, forming a semicircle outward, wanted to wrap his arms around Bai Lotian and lock his throat.

Bai Letian kicked the ground with his left foot, kicked over with his right foot, and stomped on the policeman's fat stomach at once, like kicking on a leather ball, and the policeman fell backwards one by one.

Bai Lotian took advantage of the situation and stabbed his fists straight over, hitting him in the chest continuously, like hitting a ball of cotton, soft.

Just when the policeman wanted to stand up straight, Bai Lotian quickly turned around and smashed his elbow into the policeman's neck, making a muffled sound.

The policeman's feet slipped, the baton in his hand fell to the ground, and fell on the bluestone on the shoulder of the road, and the back of his head made a "grunt" sound, and there was no sound.

Bai Lotian walked over and kicked the policeman's foot, he had been knocked unconscious on the ground, lying there like a dead pig.

What's next?

Now that he has attacked the police again, false testimony and attack on Li Yanlan, any of them, if they are caught, they are enough to drink a pot.

The police made a ** sound, and it looked like they would wake up in a while.

While Bai Lotian was pondering, a tram came along the tracks and was slowly passing where he was standing.

Bai Lotian grabbed his backpack, ran a few steps, jumped up, jumped onto the last section of the tram, grabbed the railing of the carriage with his right hand, and hung his body on the side of the carriage.

After passing through the intersection, the tram gradually accelerated, and the green trees next to the tracks flickered by.

Bai Lotian gently pushed the door and found that the door was not locked, so he walked inside and looked around.

The entire carriage was packed with goods, allowing only one person to pass with his stomach folded. He pulled out his knife and opened a box full of bacon, beautifully packaged, and certainly tasted good.

He tore open a packet, put it in his mouth and chewed it, the pink lumps, creaking, and tasted good, just slightly sweet, like a mum of cookies.

The train whistled for a long time, and Bai Lotian understood that he was about to enter the terminal.

Bai Lotian stood up, walked to the door, pushed open the door painted green, grabbed the milky white railing with both hands, and looked out with his probe in order to find a suitable place to jump the car.

The speed of the car slowly decreased, and the sound of the wheels and the track was rattling, and the shape of the leaves on the side of the road could be seen.

Just as the speed of the car slowed down again, Bai Lotian let go of the railing with both hands, jumped out of the tram, and rolled to the ground outside the tracks.

Bai Lotian ran down the slope, along a path that was stepped out by pedestrians, through a dense grove, to a street lined with shops on both sides, the shops were in tatters, and the outer walls of the buildings had peeled off, this was probably a suburb, a place where the rich did not often come.

The glow of the setting sun shone on the blue-gray spire building, turning the building into a bronze flying goshawk.

Bai Lotian found a place a little farther away from the block, sat on the steps, took out the mineral water in his backpack, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and screwed it on again.

You can only rest here for a while, and in the evening, go to the street to buy a dress, find something to eat, and if you are lucky, you may be able to find a small inn with poor management to deal with a night.

Bai Lotian was so tired that he lay on his knees and soon fell asleep. By the time he looked up, the street lights were already on, glowing dimly. He looked at the watch on his wrist, and the hands were pointing to eleven o'clock in the evening.

It's time to act!" he said to himself.

Bai Lotian stood up, moved his body, walked down the steps, and walked towards the less bustling street.

He looked around as he walked, cautiously observing his surroundings.

Except for a few dogs with their tails hanging down and roaming the streets, barely seeing pedestrians, and the occasional taxi passing by, kicking up a cloud of dust, it was a strange place.

The street lamp stretched Bai Lotian's shadow very long, like a shadow puppeteer. He walked for half an hour when he saw an inn in front of him on the right, with light shining through the window and the door open.

Bai Lotian observed for a while, slowly approached, and thought about whether he should knock on the door and enter.

Finally, he plucked up his courage and knocked on the door, but no one answered, so he pushed the door and entered.

Inside the gate, there were several shops, both inns and bars, with swaying figures and noisy sounds.

He glanced at it and strode to the small door with the inn sign hanging inside.

Suddenly, a man rushed out of the door of the bar, wearing a flower-striped shirt, suffocating from alcohol, stumbling, holding Bai Lotian with both hands, and his whole body lying on top of him.