A second-hand Santana with the front of the car shattered, driving on a wide road.

Wu Xiangyang sat in the co-pilot seat, in a good mood, although he didn't bring back the kid who pried open the viaduct, but he found a newly awakened ability, at least he could guarantee that he would not be criticized.

The current awakened ones, like leeks, cut stubble after stubble. The staff of the Psionic Affairs Bureau are already stretched thin, and they and Chen Boxue have been working overtime for three months in a row. Sooner or later, it will come out of the basket. Maybe it will soon come to the surface......

He stuffed a cassette tape into the tape recorder in his car. Cheerful music echoed in the carriage, "Hee, hee, I......"

Song Bi'an's eyes in the back seat widened, he didn't have any opinion on such an ancient thing as tape, after all, it was 'below', a little behind, not so fashionable, and understandable.

Just this style of music? Is this kind of music appropriate for your profession?

"You ...... In this kind of serious position, when you work, do you also listen to these cheerful music? Song Bi'an carefully organized the language and asked questions sincerely.

He was tormented by curiosity. It's also hard to stand this style of music.

The music always spoiled his mood and made him unable to find a sense of sadness when he missed his life.

Wu Xiangyang stopped humming along with the music, quite unconvinced, "What? Think we can't like fast songs when we work like this? I'm telling you, you're prejudiced! You're a stereotype. ”

Chen Boxue drove the car and completed a thrilling lane change to overtake, "We have been working for a long time, and our personality is prone to problems, so we should pay attention to adjustment." He bowed to Wu Xiangyang, "Look at that person, there are some problems with his personality." ”

Wu Xiangyang raised his hand, "Who are you talking about!" Remembering the accident that smashed the front of the car in the morning, he still didn't take a slap of the palm.

“skr~skr~skr~”

Suddenly, Chen Boxue slammed on the brakes, and the second-hand Santana stopped on the side of the road with a "swish".

A traffic policeman knocked on the window of the car, took out a small notebook and lit it up. "Comrade, there's something wrong with your car."

"If a motor vehicle is driven on the road with an assembled motor vehicle or a motor vehicle that has reached the scrapping standard, the vehicle shall be confiscated and forcibly scrapped. The driver shall be fined not less than 200 yuan but not more than 2,000 yuan, and the driver's license of the motor vehicle shall be revoked. ”

"Get your driver's license out!"

Chen Boxue put his hands on the steering wheel, very well-behaved, this is the rules of the Psionic Affairs Bureau, try to avoid conflicts with law enforcement agencies.

"Comrade policeman, we are also in a hurry, we have a task!"

This is a young traffic policeman, half-jokingly said: "You dare to drive this car on the road?" What task? What about rushing to see Hades? ”

Song Bi'an covered his mouth with both hands, inhaled sharply, and his mood was extremely complicated, what is the situation? Traffic police check "black and white" cars? And, besides, it seems like we're rushing to see Hades......

Wu Xiangyang's temper has come up, and it seems that he is not less angry with law enforcement agencies in his usual tasks. He rummaged through his papers, and his mouth was unforgiving, "Do you know who we are?" Just talk to us, I tell you, knowing our identity can scare you to death! ”

Although the specific work unit and responsibilities are not indicated on the work card of their Psionic Affairs Bureau, the level of secrecy and administration on it is very high, and ordinary law enforcement officers really have no right to review them.

The temper of the traffic police also came up, "Do you want to resist law enforcement, or what?" Give me down! ”

Seeing the conflict between the traffic police and the "black and white impermanence", Song Bi'an was very scared. What can I do?

The overconsumption caused by the test of superpowers last night had eased, and Song Bi'an's mind cleared up a little, and he suddenly realized a problem and felt that something was wrong.

Wrong! There's a big problem here!

It is said that normal people can't see "black and white impermanence", and this traffic police can see us, which means that he is either dead or on the verge of death. Car Inspection...... Road......

Not good! This traffic police officer is about to run into danger!

Song Bi'an looked at the young face of the traffic policeman, and he didn't care about the consequences. Hoarse shouted, "Hurry up!" There is danger! ”

When the traffic police heard Song Bi'an's reminder, they took a step back and looked at the people in the car vigilantly, two strange people, driving a scrapped and broken car, and a person who looked like a college student was sitting behind...... Don't? Is this kidnapping?

Wu Xiangyang looked at Song Bi'an with angry eyes, this kid has always been very cooperative, why did he suddenly come to such a hand......

"Are you crazy? What is the call? ”

The young traffic policeman shouted, "Get out of the car!" Don't try to resist! Give me down! ”

He pressed the PPT button on the walkie-talkie, "I have a situation here, request support!" Request support! ”

Although Chen Boxue and Wu Xiangyang were very reluctant, they still got out of the car obediently, Wu Xiangyang looked unconvinced, but still stood obediently. After all, not to conflict with law enforcement agencies is the number one rule of the Psionic Affairs Bureau.

Song Bi'an had big doubts in his little eyes, what kind of plot is this? The traffic police checked the "black and white impermanence" car? This is the golden shield forged by blood? Is this the light of the right path?

After a while, the sound of "dirty smell ~ dirty smell ~" sounded.

Song Bi'an got into the police car with a confused face, and asked the policeman sister who was comforting Wen Yan: "This ...... This black and white impermanence is also under your control? ”

……

Jianghai University of Technology, Boy's No. 3 Apartment.

Han Yue carried the "Super Invincible" bicycle and got down from the rooftop. I stumbled upon several shirtless boys standing in the open space in front of the apartment building, wearing only their underwear.

He frowned, not understanding what was going on. Is it a drag event?

……

Han Yue returned to the 405 dormitory, and Mao Xiaoshuang got up from the bed in a panic.

"Old Han! Fast! Something is wrong! ”

Han Yue gently put down the Super Invincible bike, "You played the game and won?" ”

Mao Xiaoshuang pulled his shoes and ran outside the dormitory, "I'm going to save Gao Youhong!" He ran to the door and turned back again, "Old Han, let's go together!" ”

In Han Yue's impression, Mao Xiaoshuang belongs to the kind of character that has no heart and lungs, and he has never seen him so flustered. "Xiao Gao, what's wrong with him?"

"Xiao Gao, he's at the police station! Let's go to him! ”

Mao Xiaoshuang suddenly didn't panic, but became excited, "Xiao Gao, that coward, must have been scared to death when he went to the police station, just wait for him, Brother Mao, I will save him!" ”

"Quick! Fast! Fast! Let's take a taxi! I want to see Xiao Gao's expression and let him know who is the big brother forever! ”

Han Yue patted the "Super Invincible" bicycle, "You don't need to take a taxi, I have it." ”

Mao Xiaoshuang looked at this bizarre, stout, bulky, and strange bicycle, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed sincerely, "Awesome~ Old Han!" ”

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There's something I'd like to talk to you about. This is a sand carving, sand carving, sand carving. The style is brain-dead and sand sculpture. In order to write about this feeling, the author has exhausted all his might. There may be places where there are not enough sand sculptures, but they will definitely not be serious, if they don't make you smile. Please also give the author a little more leniency......

Also, some friends gave me advice, saying that there are too many supporting roles, and all of them are sand sculptures. The character of the protagonist is not very likable, and his sense of presence is a little weak. I seriously reflected on it, and there are indeed problems in this regard.

I want to ask, do you want to continue to maintain this style of sand sculpture in the future and give more scenes to the supporting roles? Or try to unfold the story from the perspective of the main character?