The two bodyguards outside the door, including the driver of the car, did not notice anything unusual.

The flower swaggered past them.

She is free to regain her body, not to mention how enjoyable she is.

She eats three fresh wontons and authentic tea eggs on the street, as well as fried steamed buns, and a special Shanghai snack that makes her eat from ear to ear, called scratch cake but different from the finger cake of that era, it is like bread in a basket, grasped by hand, fluffy and soft, like cotton wool, crispy in the mouth, and can't stop eating.

Hua Ting walked around all the way, and also took a century-old rickshaw with great interest, while peeling chestnuts on the car while enjoying the street scene of old Shanghai, only to truly experience the unique style of old Shanghai.

Maybe the Shanghai woman in the eyes of the world should be wearing a cheongsam, holding a silk scarf, stepping on a rickshaw with small steps, and going to an appointment without hurry......

Walking along the way, his footsteps involuntarily followed a group of energetic young men in front of him into an ancestral hall.

The gongs and drums in the ancestral hall are noisy, and the voices of people are boiling.

She was drawn to the noise inside.

Hua Ting is familiar with this kind of gong and drum sound, when she was a child, she listened to this kind of sound the most when she went to the theater with her grandfather, although she couldn't understand it, and she couldn't understand the "babbling ah" singing on stage, but her grandfather always watched it with great devotion.

There are no black-clothed people guarding outside the ancestral hall, there are horse traders or long shirts and horse coats and suits and leather shoes who come to watch the play, here is an occasion for everyone to enter and exit freely regardless of class and grade, so the hustle and bustle continues, Hua Ting walked all the way through more than 100 table seats pergola decorated with colored curtains, and came to the east side in front of a circle of tent curtains.

I saw that the dense audience crowded the shed to the ground, and the air was filled with the turbid smell of high incense, sweat and body odor, Hua Ting covered her nose and was about to leave, but a play "Mu Guiying in Charge" was about to be staged on the high platform more than ten meters away, she was curious, because this play was too famous, and her grandfather liked it, and Papa Bai also liked it, so she decided to stay and watch it.

There was a "sonorous" gong sound on the stage, and Hua Ting threw the bag of chestnuts in his hand and tried to squeeze into the crowd.

Although she is not short, there is a group of five big and three thick men in front of her, and she can't squeeze it.

The play has already started, and Hua Ting is still being pushed left and right in the crowd and can't find the direction.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her right arm hard.

She looked back warily.

"Miss Bai is interested in coming to the play today?"

The man who looked particularly clear-eyed among Cai Bingrong's subordinates, with elegant and righteous manners, was looking at her with a smile in the crowd.

"Huh? Do you recognize me? "I have only had a two-sided relationship with him, and this second time I hurriedly glanced at him in the car 10 meters away, and today this neutral outfit will actually be recognized by him, so are the bodyguards around Bai Qihong all grown up eating shi?

"How could you not recognize it?" His expression seemed to think the question was ridiculous.

Hua Ting lowered the brim of his hat even more.

He shoved a theater ticket into her hand and told her: "Go to the front and there is the VIP seat, you can sit there and watch with this ticket." ”

"Thanks!"

He was quickly isolated from the crowd.

Hua Ting pinched this ticket, full of energy, but the few flesh walls in front of her were too thick, and it took her a full 20 minutes to squeeze into the front row.

It is quite spacious and comfortable, with melon seeds, peanuts and some pastries on a few wooden tables, and a few old men who look like bosses leaning on rocking chairs, fanning fans, and leisurely watching the play on stage.

The back was crowded, but no one dared to cross the line.

Mu Guiying, who was dressed in green clothes on the stage, turned around, walked around the stage from slow to fast, accompanied by the singing of "babbling ahh Because her figure was too abrupt in the VIP seats, several men in black demanded that she show her tickets, and then led her to the place where she was supposed to be sitting.

On the VIP table was a portion of her own snacks and fruits, and beside her sat a man in a white shirt and plaid tie, his sleeves rolled up high, and he applauded and cheered in response to the movement on the stage.

It looks like he should be in his early thirties, with a resolute side face and a few traces of time at the corners of his eyes.

I didn't expect that there are quite a lot of fans in this era, just look at this theater shed, the youngest is almost 10 years old, and the oldest is 80.

Hua Tingben just glanced at it casually, but she keenly caught a glimpse of the black muzzle of the black gun in the upper right corner of the second floor facing the head beside her.

Everyone cheered highly, no one noticed the movement in the corner of the second floor, Hua Ting blinked, making sure that she was not mistaken, the muzzle of the gun was indeed aimed at the back of the head of the man next to her, because he was too excited, leaning forward and leaning back so that the person upstairs could not aim at the center, so he didn't make a move.

"Sir, why don't we change positions?" Hua Ting said as she reached into her purse and grasped the cold gun.

The man next to him just turned his head to glance at her, ignored her, and continued to focus back on the high platform.

"Sir?"

"No, you don't." There was a slight impatience in his tone.

I'm saving your life, big brother, Hua Ting rolled her eyes.

The face on the second floor is hidden in the dark, making it difficult to see the facial features, judging by the body shape, it should be a man, and he is still wearing a hat.

As the gaochao of the plot fell, the man next to him finally took the time to pick up the teacup on the table and set his eyes on Hua Ting's face.

After hunting, I know that a professional hunter will never let go of such a critical moment, if she doesn't strike first, I'm afraid his head will bloom in the next second.

didn't wait for the man next to him to speak, Hua Ting pulled out his gun and raised it with a "bang......

The crowd suddenly fell silent, including the drama on the high stage.

As in Bremen, Hua Ting deliberately avoided the vital point, but only shot the man's right arm with the gun, and before everyone could react, he quickly retreated holding the injured right arm.

Only then did a few black-clothed bodyguards on the first floor react and rushed towards the second floor.

The crowd was thrown into chaos.

"Inspector, are you alright?" Several men in white armed with black guns stepped forward to surround him.

Inspectorate?

In an instant, more than a dozen black-clothed people rushed to the chaotic auditorium in the direction where Hua Ting was standing, surrounding her and the inspector beside her.

The battle began.

Black and white are entangled together.

Hua Ting dodged and shot at the legs of the man in black, but he only fired three shots, and he ran out of bullets. In the confusion, she saw that the man who had just given her a ticket and was wearing a blue cotton robe also joined the scuffle, and he passed all the way to Hua Ting's side, kicked over a man in black who was sneaking up on her back, and said to her, "There are only five bullets in the gun, wait for you." ”

There are not enough people in white, and the marksmanship is too bad, and the situation is obviously not good.

Hua Ting snatched the gun from the inspector's hand, and knocked down three in three seconds.

No matter how powerful their fists and kicks are, they can't come as fast as bullets.

With a few gunshots, the momentum of the man in black was greatly reduced, and the sniper on the second floor was arrested, and the remaining few got into the crowd and took the opportunity to escape.

"Are you alright?" He turned around and looked at her carefully from top to bottom, relieved to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Nope."

The sword eyebrows are starry-eyed, and the spirit is handsome.

Looking into her eyes for more than 5 seconds, he didn't dodge at all.

Instead, she looked away uncomfortably.

The high platform was empty.

It's a pity that a good show was interrupted before it was finished.

"Girl?" The inspector asked.

Hua Ting did not answer, but handed the gun back to him. "Who did the inspector provoke? I almost died even watching a play. ”

This inspector has good facial features, a square face, slightly bald hair on his sideburns, thick and neat eyebrows, and a pair of deep eyes that are very focused when looking at you.

He took the gun in Hua Ting's hand, stuffed it back into the holster on the waistband of his pants, and said, "Girl is good marksman!" If it hadn't been for the girl to save me just now, I'm afraid I would have been on Huangquan Road. Seeing the sniper who was being dragged downstairs by two men in white with his arms crossed, and the few lying on the ground in a row, who were either shot through the arm or lame by Hua Ting, he gave an order, "All of them are brought back to the police station for interrogation!" ”

The man in white shouted "yes" loudly and began to tidy up the scene.

Thinking back to the methods of the group of men in black just now, it must be...... Hua Ting had a sense of foreboding.

The inspector said, "I'll find out when I go back and interrogate me." ”

I'm afraid it is......

"May I ask who the girl is?"

"It doesn't matter who I am," I didn't think that such a line would be used on myself, "just when I see injustice and draw a knife to help!" Linghua listened to it and was really addicted.

The inspector laughed, "The little girl is very interesting. ”

Hua Ting raised her eyebrows.

The crowd at the gate of the ancestral hall was chaotic, and some were even panicked and scurrying, screaming continuously, and the inspector waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to follow their steps and walk from the other side of the ancestral hall.

Flowers listen to the farewell.

Before leaving, he glanced back at him.

Brown cowhide belt, white shirt, black trousers, brown and red round scalp shoes, although in such an era, this kind of dress is not at all surprising, and can even be said to be a common style, but somehow, Ling Hua listened to her grandfather.

She remembered that her great-grandfather liked to wear this style of leather shoes, and they had to be brown and red.

While Hua Ting lowered his head and pondered, the man in Tsing Yi on the side suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

She only then remembered his cunzài.

"By the way, what do you call it?"

"Chen Shu."

"Oh, when are you going to give me the bullet?"

He smiled and glanced at her. "Going to dinner first?"

"What to eat?" Thinking of the roadside food stalls in the afternoon, Hua Ting's eyes lit up like jewels.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Eat on the side of the road." She could already smell the scent of scallion pancakes.

He chuckled.

"How?"

"I thought you couldn't see this kind of street omnivorous."

"Oh, don't be so rigid." Hua Ting slapped him on the shoulder, "Let's go, where is the delicious food, you lead the way." ”

They sat down at a stall that specialized in selling rice cakes with pork ribs.

It was already dark, Chen Shu moved the table out, lit the street lamp, and sat face to face with her.

"By the way, what is your relationship with those guys? I don't think there's Cai Bingrong's people in it, right? "When I heard it, I felt that something was strange and wrong.

"It's okay."

"Then how do you ......?"

"Because of you."

His face was thinner than the last time they met, and the lines of his face were even more handsome, and under the flying thick eyebrows were a pair of sharp eyes that were not instantaneous, and a scorching light jumped in the depths of his pupils.

"Ahem...... Those dozen people in black just now, who do you think it will be? Hua Ting changed the subject.

"You're so smart, you must know, right?" Chen Shu looked at her and smiled.

The more he looked at her, the more uncomfortable she became.

"Ahem...... Is the inspector the new inspector general? ”

"Hmm."

Then, the mastermind of today's incident is undoubtedly Bai Qihong.

"He is also a good inspector general, and recently joined forces with the new government's anti-drug commissioner to crack down on cigarette stalls, and his reputation is not good, and he is a thorn in the side of many people." Chen Shu said this calmly, and sandwiched a piece of pork ribs into Hua Ting's plate.

"Then he still has time to go to the theater?" Hua Ting recalled the focused look he had just now when he looked at the high platform, and he didn't know that he was in deep danger, how could he still look like an inspector general? The response system is also a little too sluggish.

"I don't know, rumors say he's a theater fan."

Fans?

This adjective is more in line with her great-grandfather.

"What's his name? Full name. ”

"Jian Shijie."

Although she couldn't remember what her grandfather's name was, it was impossible for her surname to check, Hua Ting secretly laughed at herself.

Looking at her cool outfit, Chen Shu smiled at the corner of his eyes: "How did you go to the theater?" ”

"It's boring." Sure enough, the pork rib rice cakes of this era are more delicious, tough, non-sticky, and have a better taste, "It's you, how can you have a VIP ticket?" ”

"What?"

"It's a ticket to the VIP seat."

"Oh, Mr. Cai gave it."

His complexion is a little whiter than that of ordinary people, especially in the night, which makes him look particularly pale.

"By the way, I have a question I've been asking you." Hua Ting picks up the last piece of rice cake.

"What's the matter?" His gaze was sharp and bright.

Hua Ting raised her head and raised the brim of her hat.

The dim street lamps fell from the leaves of the sycamores, like golden raindrops, dragging their long tails on his forehead and dripping into his eyes.

"Why did you throw me the gun that day?"

"Oh," he chuckled, lowly, "just a matter of luck." ”

Hua Ting rolled her eyes.

I asked for another pork rib rice cake.

"That's a good amount of food."

Hua Tingxiao: "Yes, then when will you give me the bullet?" ”

"Do you really want to?" Chen Shu raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.

"Or what am I going to do with the empty gun?" Hua Ting was more surprised than he was.

"Doesn't Mr. Bai have it?"

"He's good that he didn't confiscate my gun, and he's expecting him to give me bullets, dreaming!" Hana snorted from her nose.

"Well," he thought for a moment, "but you'll have to go to my place." ”

"No problem, I still have to sit and eat for a long time, you hurry up and get it, I'll wait for you here." After hearing this, Hua buried her head in the ribs and nibbled on the ribs.

When he raised his head again, Chen Shu on the opposite side was no longer there.

The streets are covered with fog and the shadows of the trees.

Most of the houses here are made of soft gray bricks and stones, the streets are about 6 meters wide, the pavement is paved with stone slabs, and the two sides are crowded with countless shelves and countertops, which is particularly lively, the pot is steaming, steaming people's faces are red, these various snacks are full of Chinese taste, which is much more authentic than that era of Huating.

She thought in a trance, is she no longer able to go back?

Will she spend her life in such a family at such an age?

The police academy should be opened, right?

Ding Yaoyi also started military training, right?

Someone behind her tapped her on the shoulder.

Thinking that Chen Shu was back, Hua Ting turned his head and was rudely ripped off his hat.

Before he could look up to see the man's face clearly, he received a blow to the head and his eyes went black......