The stage has already been built, and the lights, screens and other equipment are gorgeously gathered together, which adds an atmosphere to this originally relatively high-end square.

Hundreds of soft seats with white jade patterns are placed near the stage, which match the overall color of the square and the stage that has been built.

Behind the seats, there is a large and spacious field, which can accommodate nearly 10,000 people.

A cordon was used around the perimeter of the venue to block all the main roads that could enter the square to prevent idlers and others from entering. The arranged guards were already standing at their posts with batons at this moment.

In order to prevent all kinds of accidents, several police cars and ambulances are parked on the edge of the site.

Fang Bingqing glanced at it and understood why those people chose this place to trade.

There are a lot of people here, and when the sky slowly gets dark, the flow of people is full.

At that time, everyone will be watching the idol's concert intently, and how many people will notice them?

If they don't make trouble or find fault, the police will naturally not pay much attention.

In other words, even if you notice it, this crowd is so chaotic, it is extremely difficult to catch it.

"It seems that it is really not easy to catch those people today." Fang Bingqing thought to himself.

The three of them are VIP seats, and the seats are among the 100 seats, only four or five meters between the position and the stage.

The position of the poem is in the middle of the first row to the right, and the position of Bingqing and Xiaoran is in the middle of the second row.

In fact, Wen Shi's original position was on Fang Bingqing's left hand.

But because Han Kefei was sitting in the first row, he specially found someone to change the ticket.

"Xiaoran, I'll go to the bathroom and come back in a while."

"Okay, there are a lot of people, you should pay attention."

After a while, half of the audience had already entered the venue.

Most of them are die-hard fans of Han Siwen, either holding support sticks in their hands or carrying support banners.

But Xiao Ran just said so.

Among the three of them, Fang Bingqing has the best sense of direction and the strongest sense of self-defense.

If Bingqing can lose himself when he watches a concert, then Xiaoran and Shishi should not live.

"It's okay, I might be a little longer, don't worry."

Fang Bingqing took off his coat and put it in his place, and then squeezed into the crowd of people coming and going with his bag.

It was close to seven o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark.

But the lights around the square are bright, and it doesn't make people feel how dark it is.

The advantage of outdoor open-air concerts is that you can listen to idols sing with the stars.

Beautiful and romantic.

The downside is that only a very small number of people have seats to sit in.

Everyone else is standing tickets.

It feels like a song and dance troupe in the village when I was a kid.

It's just a little bigger.

There are more and more people, you push me, I push you, it's really rare to want to break out of a way.

But fortunately, Fang Bingqing's real purpose is not to go to the toilet, but to observe the surrounding environment.

By the way, search for a wave of suspicious people first.

Fang Bingqing is thin, and he is also more prominent among girls.

Most of the fans of Han Siwen, a big star, are girls, so it didn't take much effort for Fang Bingqing to mix from the front row to the outside of the crowd.

She wore a pair of sneakers, comfortable trousers and a half-sleeved shirt, and her steps were lighter than usual.

She is extremely observant and has a memory that is rare among people.

According to her level, she can roughly deduce some information about this person by casually letting a person pass in front of her and sweeping it from the beginning.