Others are pets, and coriander is a big living person. The belt of her trousers is like a dog chain, even if it is not tied to Qian Lang's neck, she can make this kid obediently bow down.

As early as the cargo ship that came to Shanghai, coriander could see that Qian Lang, this kid, has a lot of thieves, so if you don't watch out for him, it is likely that he will slip away. And his kung fu is not bad, if he hadn't underestimated the strength of coriander and found his own death, otherwise he wouldn't have been caught by coriander.

After this time, he has a long memory, and the next time he bumps into coriander, he has to take a detour, and the farther he goes, the better.

Qian Lang brought coriander into a vegetable market, saying that it was a vegetable market, but in fact, it was also a place to be lifted. It's pretty much the same to use the word "slum" once to describe it.

The buildings in this area are almost all old alleys, with no more than three floors high, and they have a very strong atmosphere of life. On the way that Coriander walked, what I saw the most was the clothes hanging on the clothesline at the door of the upstairs and downstairs doors, from bed sheets and quilt covers to diapers, colorful like large and small flags.

Qian Lang took the coriander and turned into a not very wide alley, and most of the small merchants and vendors on both sides of the alley were selling vegetables, men and women, young and old.

Among them, the good ones used wooden carts to haul fresh vegetables, the ones with similar conditions brought the vegetables in woven baskets, and the bad ones were to twist a straw rope to tie the vegetables into bundles and carry them with a flat pole.

The stairs of an alley room in Qian Lang, followed by coriander.

The stairs are narrow and tight, and only one person can pass at a time.

As soon as Qian Lang arrived at the staircase on the third floor, he suddenly took a big step back and almost hit Coriander.

He looked like he had seen a ghost, his round eyes were full of badness, and his hands that were holding the waistband of his trousers involuntarily tightened again and again.

He glanced at the cilantro, a look of despair. This time, he really realized what it was like to have a wolf in front and a tiger in the back.

Coriander didn't know what kind of nerves he was making.

At the moment when Qian Lang decided to jump off the building, a person suddenly appeared at the staircase.

"Qian Lang," the man shouted. The sound was so amazing that even the planks under his feet trembled.

The voice...... It's familiar

Coriander was stunned for a moment, then raised her head. His gaze crossed Qian Lang's shoulder and projected towards the staircase.

Qian Lang was taken aback, and then forced out a smile that was more ugly than crying, "Yan...... Inspector Yan ......"

The person blocking the staircase was none other than Yan Song, the inspector of the Dragon City Patrol Room.

Yan Song saw the coriander at a glance. It seemed very unexpected, but soon, he put on a very painful appearance again. In the past, he was very fond of coriander, but this time, as soon as he saw coriander, he had a very ominous and bad premonition in his heart.

It doesn't matter if you are caught by the enemy, it will not be a good thing to be approached by the inspector of the patrol room.

Seeing that Coriander and Yan Song were staring at each other, Qian Lang tried his best to reduce his sense of existence. He silently planned in his mind to jump from the third floor. Grab the clothesline on the second floor, you shouldn't fall off......

Just as he was about to jump downstairs with his pants in a half-circle, he was stabbed in the waist by something. He looked back and saw that in addition to his belt, there was another mallet for washing clothes.

"Go up," Cilantro raised the mallet in her hand and protested at him.

It seemed impossible to slip out from under her hands...... Qian Lang was disillusioned, his heart was broken, and he went upstairs and brought coriander and Yansong to his small house of less than forty square meters.

Qian Lang's house is very shabbyly furnished. Except for a bed and a wardrobe, then there was a washbasin shelf and some toiletries by the doorway.

"How did you two end up together?" Yan Song was very curious about the combination of coriander and Qian Lang.

It's not that he doesn't think the picture of Coriander and Qian Lang standing together is incongruous, but he feels very scared

Coriander's strength is unfathomable, and Qian Lang is a tricky guy. These two troubles add up. It's like big trouble

"You know?" Qian Lang looked back and forth at Coriander and Yan Song in surprise, but was ignored by these two.

Coriander played word games with Yan Song, "I don't understand what Inspector Yan means when they are together. ”

At first glance, Yan Song only thought that her words were nothing, but combined with her frivolous tone and playful expression, he interpreted it more carefully. You can taste the extra layer of ambiguity in that sentence.

He glared at Qian Lang, who was embarrassed, and roared angrily in his heart: You are a red fart

Yan Song looked at the coriander, his expression became solemn, and he asked in a businesslike tone, "You are also here to investigate the penicillin matter?"

"What penicillin?" Coriander pretended to be stupid, "You're thinking too much, I'm just here to get my stuff back." ”

As she spoke, she urged some Qian Lang with her eyes.

Qian Lang squatted on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and dug under the bed for a long time before pulling out a jar, and then fished out the burden of coriander from the jar.

Coriander took the burden from Qian Lang's hand, and a strong smell of sauerkraut came to her nose, and she frowned in disgust.

It was enough to stuff her baggage into the jar where she had soaked sauerkraut

However, this also confirms that Qian Lang's previous words were correct, he did steal the wrong baggage, what he wanted to steal was the package containing dry food from the Lin family brothers and sisters......

Cilantro's hand kneaded through the baggage for a while, and she could feel that most of the things she had brought out of the house were still there, except

"Where's the money?"

If someone else asked him like this, Qian Lang would most likely have reacted like this, raised his chin, nostrils up, and said two words in a commanding manner, "It's spent"

However, coriander is so domineering and so difficult to deal with, it's not that he can't react like that, he doesn't dare to do wow wow wow

Reached into the sauerkraut jar and continued to dig, during which Qian Lang deliberately moved his position, with his back to coriander and Yan Song, and hid the sauerkraut jar in his arms. He made a noise by himself, and when he turned to face the coriander, he had six more silver dollars in his hand.

Coriander grabbed the silver dollar in his hand, his face softened a lot, and his heart was much more real.

With this money, at least we can get through the current difficulties.

Qian Lang could see that Coriander and Yan Song were not all the way, and he also knew that Yan Song would definitely not have anything good when he came to the door. Before Yan Song opened his mouth to say something, he simply pushed the responsibility away, anyway, there was a ready-made only person in front of him to carry the black pot

He jumped to Yan Song's side. First of all, the purpose of making a position clear is to tell Yan Song that they are one country. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the coriander, and swore to report: "Inspector Yan, it's none of my business." She must have done it."

Qian Lang pretended to be innocent, but he pretended to be very similar. He admitted that he was not Coriander's opponent, and he didn't believe that Detective Yan Song could still suffer under her.

Coriander felt inexplicable about Qian Lang's accusation, and only said in her heart that this kid was not lightly ill.

Yan Song couldn't cry or laugh, squinting at Qian Lang. "Do you know what I'm coming to you for?"

Qian Lang blinked innocently, "Didn't you just say that it was penicillin, this incident was reported a few days ago, saying that several students stole a batch of penicillin from the hospital and were caught by your patrol room, and thousands of college students went on strike because of this...... Can I not know what is going on in the city? ”

"And what else do you know?" Yan Song's eyes were empty, he just wanted to dig out more clues from Qian Lang's mouth.

"I've also heard about penicillin or something, it's just a non-existent thing, it's you guys who have a big trouble with the Japanese."

"Oolong?" Yan Song chuckled meaninglessly. Then he said solemnly, "Such a thing cannot happen."

Qian Lang said, "Didn't you release those students in the end?"

"That's because we didn't have enough evidence to accuse them, so we had to release them in advance." A hint of anger faintly appeared on Yan Song's face, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with such a result.

"Hiss" Qian Lang let out a strange sound, looking confused, "No, if there is no evidence, how did you arrest people in the first place?" ”

"At first, it was the director of Shihe Hospital who reported the case, saying that a lockbox was lost in the hospital, and there were very important things in the box." Yan Song paused. Then he added, "While we were investigating this matter, someone anonymously reported that it was Cong Shihe, a student of Calamus College, who stole a batch of penicillin. We go to school. Someone was caught, and the box was found. But when I opened the box, I found it empty......"

The Japanese are not easy to fool, and the second lieutenant Watanabe has been attacking the Ryujo patrol room and ordering them to investigate this matter clearly.

The bombing of the arsenal was not a small blow to Second Lieutenant Watanabe. His superiors were furious when they learned about it. gave him two choices, one was to commit suicide by seppuku and apologize for his sins with death. The other is to stay in Dragon City and find out about the bombing of the military arsenal.

Second Lieutenant Watanabe was not stupid, and soon thought that the bombing of their Japanese arsenal and what happened that day had something to do with penicillin......

Yan Song suddenly raised his hand and pressed Qian Lang's shoulder. How could he not know that this kid was deliberately playing tricks on his words. The reason why he pretended to be very stupid and naïve and said so much was to see Qian Lang's reaction.

The hand that grabbed Qian Lang's shoulder, I saw that the five fingers were slightly tight, Qian Lang immediately snorted in pain, and his whole face became slightly distorted due to pain.

He whispered for mercy, "Inspector Yan, you scratched me......"

Yan Song's eyes were deep, there was no hint of joke on his face, and he exuded a strong oppressive force. At this time, he looks like a serious detective.

"I ask you," Yan Song's voice was low and indisobedient, "did you steal penicillin out of the lockbox?" ”

Qian Lang's innocent expression at this time was real, and he shouted from the bottom of his heart: "Inspector Yan, you know me, I often do some petty theft, and I have never done too much to say, without knowing the password, if I really have the ability to open the lockbox, will I still live in this place, I would have made a fortune and become well-off, okay?"

Yan Song's expression was relaxed, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally let go of his hand. He believed Qian Lang's words, but he didn't remove him from the blacklist in his heart.

"You are a thief, except for you in the entire Shanghai market, who can steal things without knowing it?" Yan Song's expression was grim, "Maybe, in fact, you know the password of the lockbox......"

"It's all your speculation," Qian Lang cut off Yan Song's assumptions, "I've done a lot of petty theft, but you can't rely on me if someone loses something."

Coriander, who was listening, interjected, "If you can't rely on your head, can you rely on me?" ”

In fact, at this moment, coriander was "leaning on the sound" in her heart, and at the beginning, Qian Lang asked her to carry the black pot, and she didn't know that it was penicillin.

I was really fooled by this kid

For a moment, she was actually quite empty-hearted.

Yan Song didn't have any suspicions about coriander, he couldn't think of a reason for cilantro to take such a big risk to steal penicillin.

He stared at the sauerkraut jar next to the bed.

Seeing him staring at him, Qian Lang hurriedly moved to the side of the bed and hid the baby sauerkraut jar behind him.

"If you don't have a ghost in your heart, what are you hiding?" Yan Song questioned Qian Lang.

Qian Lang shouted, "I really didn't steal penicillin."

"Oh, so you mean, you stole something else?" Coriander pushes him into his self-dug grave.

Qian Lang gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Don't misinterpret what I mean"

Coriander snorted coldly, "I think you're weak-hearted." ”

She just wants to avenge that arrow, who let Qian Lang just now not know how to lift, let her carry the black pot

"Which eye of yours sees that my heart is empty?"

"I saw it with both eyes"

Yan Song didn't join the childish and meaningless quarrel between them, took a big step under his feet, took advantage of his unpreparedness to grab Qian Lang aside, bent down to pick up the sauerkraut jar, and poured all the things in the jar on the bed.

With a bang, Yan Song poured out more than a dozen purses.

Qian Lang covered his eyes and didn't look at the ironclad evidence. That's right, he stole the wallets and purses.

Coriander is happy, at first glance, Yan Song and Qian Lang, these two men are still right. One of them is a police officer and the other is a thief, and a lot of interesting things can happen between them. She didn't make the light bulb anymore, "You two can talk about where these wallets come from." ”

After saying that, she was burdened and flashed.

After the coriander left, Yan Song did not embarrass Qian Lang.

He probably understood what kind of relationship there was between Coriander and Qian Lang.

"You stole something from her?" Yan Song's eyebrows are high and the eyebrows are low.

Qian Lang hesitated, "It was a long time ago...... Why are you doing that? ”

As if looking at a dying person, Yan Song's eyes were full of pity. He sincerely made a suggestion to Qian Lang, "When you see her in the future, run away." "To be continued