Yujiang Police Station.

Put away your umbrella. Walking quickly into the corridor, his police officer Xiao Ke also greeted him: "Sister Qing." Didn't I hear that your mother and sister came over, but now it's just a suspicion, and there is no result here all of a sudden. You don't have to come there yourself. ”

"Hehe, it's better to have a clue than no clue." Mu Qingqing smiled humbly, "How is it now?" ”

"We found some pieces of paper from the garbage bag we just picked up, after collage. I think it should be the target of the fish head gang that is ready to act. But the drawing on that piece of paper was rough. A few pieces are missing. In some places, it was wet with rain again. It's hard to identify ...... at the moment."

"Take me to see it."

"Sister Qing, have you ever thought that Liu Zhiming is lying to us at all. What he was trying to do was just for the informant? On the way to the office, Ke asked.

"Huh. You borrowed his guts? ”

But his wife was sick, and the family ran out of money, and borrowed everywhere, even from the land where the loan shark was made. Could it be that he happened to know what the Fishhead gang was going to do? So deliberately like this. ”

"I'd rather believe it. Don't believe it, it's best if nothing happens, if something really happens, everyone will be happy. "Walk into the big office at the end. The few officers gathered around the table all turned their heads. Greeting to vacate their seats, they gathered around the table. There is a broken drawing made of scraps of paper. A detailed map of Yujiang City is placed next to it as a comparison. But......

"Aren't there any other pieces missing? Have you looked for it on the other side of the scene? ”

"No, I've seen it over there. It's been two or three days since the Fish Head gang left there. It's been windy again these days. Even if there was a stay, it would have been scraped away a long time ago......"

“…… I can't see anything like this, two intersections, no signs, there are too many places like this, although there are a few arrows. But ......"

Mu Qingqing frowned, and took out a pair of rubber gloves from the drawer: "Take me to see that garbage bag." ”

In the small room next door, the mess in the entire garbage bag had already been divided into several piles. There was a foul smell from the leftovers, and although it wasn't strong because it was winter, it was enough to see. Mu Qingqing stood there, the little stick fiddling non-stop. After about ten minutes, she came out of the room with a frown. Throw some chestnut shells on the table with some chestnut shells in your hands.

"It's the Industrial and Commercial Bank of Wuyi Street, they may be preparing to rob the bank......"

"Uh, no, Sister Qing, although the Yutou gang used to be lawless, they didn't have the guts...... And, how do you know ......"

Mu Qingqing has only been here for more than a year, and he is not a local. But immediately became the captain of the criminal police. Although the ability is also outstanding, many places are naturally not so convincing. The subordinate who said this sentence naturally didn't believe what he meant, Mu Qingqing shrugged his shoulders, picked up the little gangster next to him and drew it, trying to restore the things on the broken piece of paper.

"Two crossroads. Buildings, buildings. This side is bigger than this one, this is the bank, the Industrial and Commercial Bank near Yujiang is mainly this one, and then when it was originally built, it was a place where the police were dispatched very quickly, but I know that the police station moved three years ago. Instead, it has become a relative dead end. Look at the arrows, and if you do something there, run this way, and get a car. Ideally. And most importantly. It's these chestnut shells. ”

Mu Qingqing picked up a few chestnut shells on the table, and then scratched them on the blackboard with chalk.

"My current place is near here. Passed every day, at the intersection of banks. It's a market, and there's a guy here who sells fried chestnuts with sugar. I often go to buy them, and you should have eaten them, and you know the chestnuts fried in sugar, although they are now available all year round. But in fact, there is always some bad ground after it is fried, I usually like to eat it, and the rest of Yujiang has tried a few places to buy this thing. So you have a say. From Jianghai to Yujiang, I'm afraid there is only this one stall where the chestnuts are fried with sugar, and there has never been a bad land, it should have been selected when the land was cut......"

These words made everyone's expressions a little complicated, and Xiao Ke smiled: "Is this considered a champion in three hundred and sixty lines......?"

"Oh, it's not wrong to say that, if we eat fried chestnuts with sugar, if we eat bad ground, of course we will spit it out. I checked all the crust though. They didn't get spit out, even if they were lucky or some other merchant happened to get a batch of perfectly good chestnuts. But there is another point. There is no way to coincide. This vendor's knife work is good. Every incision was just right, and I couldn't figure out how he handled it. Eat it a few more times and you'll find out. Like a machine, maybe ...... Fools are more focused on geography......"

"Fools?" Someone asked, confused. Forthwith. Some people also said: "I heard that the brain of the fried chestnuts that sells sugar is a bit problematic......

"I don't know." Mu Qingqing shook his head. "You don't talk to him much when you buy things, he's just like a normal person, but when he's fine, he's there in a daze. Very focused on thinking about things as they are, and rarely talking to people...... But that doesn't matter. That place was a temporary foothold for the fish heads. At this time, most of them have already discussed what they want to do, and they can't just wander around the streets. Most likely to step on the ......"

"The intersection is coincident and the size of the building is coincidental. Plus these chestnut shells. According to Liu Zhiming's local line report. Didn't you say that the fish head came back with a vicious cousin? So if they really want to do something, it's probably 80 percent ......."

She tapped the tip of her pen on the blackboard. "That's it!"

Drive past that intersection. Mu Qingqing stopped.

The intentions of the Yutou gang are still only speculation, and it is difficult to determine that they really dare to do such a big case as robbing the bank. The information on the informant's side is also a little unreliable, and if she can do it, she has to do it as she said, and take precautions as soon as possible in line with the attitude of believing it or not believing it.

It took me some time to understand the situation at the bank, and I made a few guesses that the weather was not good, and it could snow in the next few days - or tomorrow. Wait until the heavy snow near the city closes the mountain. It will be much more difficult to escape and track, if the other party wants to do it. It is likely that these days will be chosen before the weather gets worse. As the year approaches, they have a heavy task. Presumably, a division of labor was arranged, and a group of people thought that her mother and sister would come over and urge her to go home. It was close to ten o'clock in the evening.

Slowly, she drove and observed the buildings around the street, just as she had thought. If you want to do a vote here. The bank was the most valuable place, and she stopped at the intersection, and she looked at the bank from a distance, and the vegetable market on the other side. A yellow light is still on, and it is the man who sells sugar and fried chestnuts.

When there was land, she really admired this young man who sold sugar and fried chestnuts - he looked younger than her, but it was difficult to determine the exact age, twenty-one to twenty-nine was probably possible. A very popular face. With a light beard, several clothes look old, but not sloppy, as if they have been washed and washed again and again until the color is white, but as long as it is not torn, it can continue to be worn. Very frugal. At first glance, it should feel clean, honest and introverted, and if you dress up, you might be able to dress up as a shy boy.

She always felt. A man of this age should not live every day guarding a cart that sells sugar and fried chestnuts. Of course, things didn't go her way.

Since the beginning of last year, I saw this cart selling sugar fried chestnuts appear. Every morning before six o'clock. She could see the little cart appear. The small warm yellow lights that run on the battery light up in the mist of the market before sunrise, until the twilight rises, when the market vendors have left one after another, and the lights come on again. He stayed there until the people were gone and the market was empty, and he stayed there until 10 o'clock in the evening, when the stalls were closed on time, every day. Come rain come shine.

At first, she didn't feel anything, but thanks to her gluttony and occupational diseases, she gradually noticed this small cart selling sugar and fried chestnuts. Three hundred and sixty-five days in a year. Anyone should be a little different. Or some kind of unexpected obstacle, but only this little car is there every day. At least every day from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m. Every time she passed. The car is also always there. Without exception. She's only been here for a little over a year. Sometimes I just feel it. For her, the car seemed to be something of a constant coordinate of space and time.

It was as if God had placed a sign there, and the people or things, plants and buildings around it would change with the passage of time, but this little car was parked here, silently watching the dawn and night every day, before dawn. It lit up and waited for the street lights to go out. Sunrise. There were more and more pedestrians, and when it was dark, it was still lit there, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians in the street market, and it gradually became quiet.

Of course. Such thoughts arise in my heart only occasionally. But because of this, she often goes there to buy fried chestnuts with sugar and eat.

However, all this may also be because the man who sells sugar and fried chestnuts is a little eccentric, and more people say that he is a fool. But unlike the average stupid patient, if you buy something from him. He's very skilled in quotes and everything. A few simple words are completely like a normal person, but he doesn't talk to people in any other way. More time. He sat behind the stall in a daze, frowning as if he were thinking about many, many things, or contemplation, or remembrance. Occasionally, there is also a faint smile. If only to watch from afar. You may think that he is very mature, and it is because of this that people don't know his age at all.

I went to buy fried chestnuts with sugar a lot of times. Mu Qingqing also heard from the street vendors next to him, and a few times, he said a few words to the people next to him as if he had returned to normal, and every time he startled people. Just a few words. He returned to a state of daze, and others also thought: Maybe it is because he is a different kind of fool that he can fry the chestnuts fried with sugar so deliciously. At all costs. After all, it's just a place to sell sugar and fried chestnuts.

Looked at the time. Mu Qingqing pushed the door and got out of the car. Then open the umbrella. Walk towards the market. The rain was a little lighter and the air was cold. It helps her to think, and at this time it is time for the other party to collect the stall. She wanted to buy some more for a late-night snack. Maybe a few words, if you're lucky. Maybe she could run into this fool's normal time—she decided to try her luck.

She didn't know it when she got out of the car. This is a joking thought. Many things after the change, or rather. I decided a lot of things after that.

No matter how much of the future we imagined. But the real future. There's only one -- the one we've chosen.