The abbot took the bowl of black rice porridge and seemed to be refreshed and came to the outside of the monk's house, strolling through the corridor between the monks' houses, looking like he wanted to drink porridge while enjoying the scenery outside the house. And the monks passing by in the monk's dormitory did not have any doubts about this, and after paying a Buddhist salute, they went to do their own thing.

In this way, the abbot paced to the monk's house of Ba Song, and when he heard the sound of opera coming from the house, he smiled evilly, and then coughed lightly, and then bent two fingers and tapped on the door a few times to show that there was someone outside.

But the abbot was a little surprised that the sound of the opera in the house did not stop because of this, but continued to reach the abbot's ears, and after a few seconds, when the abbot saw that no one had come to open the door, he thought that Ba Song might be asleep, so he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door and walked in.

After entering the monastic dormitory in Ba Song, the abbot looked around and was somewhat surprised to find that there was not even half a figure in the house, only a radio was babbling opera.

"Is it to get rid of it?" The abbot thought that in his opinion, if it was out of the temple, at least the radio would be turned off.

As soon as he thought of this, the abbot put the porridge bowl in his hand on the table, and he sat down on the chair next to him, looking like he was waiting for Ba Song to return. But he never thought that as early as when the black rice porridge had just been cooked, Ba Song had already left the temple and came to the gathering place of the police car.

Time back to an hour ago, Ba Song's tutu car stopped about ten meters away from the police cordon, not because the driver didn't want to get close, but because a large number of people had already gathered outside the police line. After paying the baht, Ba Song immediately got out of the car and squeezed into the crowd, he just found out that the tutu car had come to the place he was most familiar with!

Truhlar Marionety！ Prasta's father opened a Prague puppet shop here four years ago! At this time, it has become a place where the police come in and out, and are constantly investigated and collected evidence!

"What the hell is this......" Ba Song only felt his brain start to rac, and even his ears flickered a few times, he tried to get some information from the conversation of the surrounding crowd, at least to make him understand why the police came here.

Possession and drug trafficking? Burglary homicide? Or was it reported as a triad den?

But no matter how much Ba Song listened, he didn't hear any of the information he wanted to hear, and most of the onlookers pointed and asked what was going on. There were even some workers in the crowd who had to rush to work and had to walk this way screamed.

"Hey, why are you blocking the road?! I've got to go to work! ”

"Quickly remove these yellow lines! Otherwise, I'll report you for interfering with people's lives! ”

"Report you!"

"Get rid of this shit-like line!"

Ba Song suddenly rolled his eyes, he finally knew why there had been so many suppression and riot actions in the past few years, and most of the feelings were provoked by the masses themselves.

Since there was no way to know the situation from the mouths of the onlookers, Ba Song could only think of other ways. After standing there and thinking for a while, Ba Song immediately squeezed out of the crowd again and ran away.

Ba Song remembered that since he saw that the owner of the puppet shop seemed to be a little unkind to him two years ago, he rarely came to the door of the store to find Prasda. Because, Prasda privately told Ba Song that if she wanted to come to her, she would go to the back door and whistle, and she would know that Ba Song was coming.

Just now, Ba Song's heart was a little confused, and he forgot about this for a while. Now, Ba Song just has to go around to the back door of the puppet shop to see if he can find something.

From the main entrance of the doll shop, there are two ways to go around to the back door, and the nearest one has been blocked by the police line. The other one is a little farther away, and you need to walk back once to the only alley 500 meters away, and then walk in, and walk about 10 meters to the other end of the alley, and then continue to the back door of the doll shop for a distance of 500 meters.

That's already a kilometer away, and if it's just for walking, it will take about 15 minutes to walk! But if it's used for running, the time will be greatly reduced! Ba Song once tested that if he continued to run wildly, it would only take three minutes to run a kilometer!

If those professional coaches knew, they would have been shocked by this! If it is converted into a mileage of 1,500 meters, it means that Ba Song's performance has far exceeded the performance of ordinary national third-level athletes! Even close to the level of national second-class athletes!

This is a miracle for a seventeen-year-old boy who looks extremely thin, has no training, and has even endured seven years of inhuman torture – despite two years of recuperation!

Therefore, the passers-by, urchins, and shopkeepers on the road all saw such a scene: a young bald head suspected of being a monk was still running in the distance, but it was just a few seconds like the wind running in front of them, and a few seconds later, they saw the bald head appear more than ten meters away!

In three minutes, or even less than three minutes, Ba Song was already panting and came to the back door of the doll shop. I don't know why, there was originally a scene at the back door where the police were supposed to search and collect evidence, but it didn't appear in front of Ba Song's eyes. All he saw was an open iron gate, and the small courtyard inside the iron gate was neat and tidy, without any traces of being turned over at all.

Ba Song cautiously walked into the courtyard, he was afraid that if he moved too much, he would make a noise from something and alarm the police in the house. When the time comes, if you are handcuffed into the bureau without saying anything, it will be a very troublesome thing.

Even, if you treat him as a real criminal, there is no way to get rid of him anyway. For the abbot, Ba Song definitely wants to get it, as long as he goes to prison, he will get rid of himself in disguise, a waste and a thorn in his side that can no longer bring benefits to him! Moreover, the police will definitely ask the abbot about the relevant information about Ba Song, and when the time comes, as long as the abbot casually recounts some unfavorable confessions against him, Na Ba Song will have to spend the next few years or even more in prison.

When Ba Song came to the courtyard lightly, and was about to approach the door of the puppet shop's workshop, the door suddenly opened, and a person came out of it!

For a moment, there was only one thought in Ba Song's mind: "Police?!" ”