In the business of tourism, whether the reputation is good or not is secondary, and it is important to attract talents.

In the early years, several old shops in the Confucius Temple that paid a little attention to word of mouth were all moved to the east of the old gate, and all that was left in the scenic spot were some "stone shops", and they grabbed a lot of them. Local residents will no longer deliberately go to the plaque in order to find an old shop, and the story of the Confucius Temple is just like a tourist, changing every day.

Zhang Lei is not on duty this day, and he wants to eat Jiang Youji potstickers. So he hummed a little song, shook to the Confucius Temple at noon, and walked along Gongyuan Street, until he saw the sign of "Imperial Examination Museum" and remembered: the old land has been renovated, and the old shops have been moved.

He scratched his head, it has been really hard to be a policeman in the past few years, and he has no time to go in when his family lives here. He still wanted to eat the yellow, juicy beef potstickers and the beef vermicelli that was so fresh that it was numb, so he walked next to the Qinhuai River and prepared to go to Laomendong.

At this time, a large number of spectators suddenly poured into the door of the "Xiangjuke" hotel, and some people shouted while walking: Someone is dead!

Zhang Lei's nerves were tense and he also squeezed forward. He reached into his pocket: the badge was not brought. The half-opened mouth closed again.

Xiangjuke is not far from the toll office of Jiangnan Gongyuan, the façade is not big, the signboard is also antique, and it has been operating snack trading here for many years, and there has never been an accident.

Zhang Lei finally squeezed to the front, and the individual he saw was supporting an old man, the old man's face was pale, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and he covered his mouth with one hand as if he wanted to vomit; A few other people blocked a woman, waving their arms and clenching their fists as if they were about to hit someone.

Seeing the situation, Zhang Lei took out the phone: "Da Liu, send someone to Gongyuan Street, there is a bit of a situation......"

"Team Zhang!"

Zhang Lei held up the phone, and Da Liu's voice jumped from the earpiece to the outside.

"You little god, I just called you."

"What! Someone called the police!"

First responders also arrived, and put the old man in the ambulance three times and two times, and a group of people gradually gathered a little farther away under the police's chase like ducks, but still blocked around to watch.

"The car at the entrance of the scenic spot is not easy to enter, and it will delay some effort." Da Liu smiled.

"You're like flying, don't waste your life! What's the situation, go, go in and ask. Zhang Lei slapped Da Liu's head.

Da Liu was wearing a uniform and fought in the front, they went in and glanced at it, looked at the woman who was surrounded before and said, "Who is the boss?" ”

"I am." The woman agreed.

"What's going on?" Da Liu took out his notebook.

"A customer just threw up." The hostess was unhurried.

As soon as Zhang Lei and Da Liu heard the spitting words, they immediately lowered their eyes and saw the table and the large pool of vomit on the ground, and then smelled a foul smell. Lao Zhang covered his nose, and Da Liu looked disgusted: "Why did you make such a big move when you vomited?" ”

"There's a dead rat in the dish, right?"

"Smells like something dead......

There were also some customers present, who were waiting for the policewoman Jiang Shu to make a brief question, and as soon as they heard Da Liu's question, they immediately became gossipy.

Zhang Lei pulled the proprietress over and asked her, "What's the matter?"

At this moment, a man in a chef's uniform came out from behind the curtain: "That old man eats the dishes I cooked." ”

Da Liu asked him to continue, while asking the inspector to collect the filth and send it for inspection.

"Our dishes are all washed and the dishes are disinfected, so there is no problem."

"What did he eat?"

"Just had a vegetarian assortment."

Zhang Lei beckoned the inspector to go to the back kitchen to collect the sample book, and he dragged the gloves in Jiang Shu's hand, put them on, squatted down, and picked up a handful of vomit: "This is Artemisia reed, right?" ”

"Wow, what kind of eyes do you have, Lao Zhang, it's really awesome." Da Liu's jokes are jokes, but he doesn't lean on the past.

"Yes, they also ordered a fragrant fried reed." The proprietress finally spoke.

Next, Jiang Shu heard from the little nurse that the old man who sent the emergency treatment urgently washed his stomach and was hanging water, and he just suffered a little sin, nothing serious. Da Liu and Zhang Lei simply asked a few questions, and then they were ready to close the team.

"Call the people over there for food safety, most of them are not in place for food hygiene, and we have nothing to do." Zhang Lei wanted to touch the cigarette case, but rubbed his hands again.

"Didn't the microbial testing in the city come to the Confucius Temple twice in three days? This time, Director Zhang had a headache. ”

Zhang Lei shook his head. The young man in the store cleaned the table tiles after getting the consent of the inspector, but Zhang Lei still smelled a pungent smell, maybe the dozens of mice in the ground had discussed and died together.

In the end, it is a tourist attraction, and the people who watch the flowers every day are different people. The "food poisoning incident" was quickly forgotten and the business was suspended until the approval was issued.

It was past ten o'clock that night, and it was already cold in April. The proprietress of Xiangjuke and her "erroneous" cook were smoking at the back door of the store.

The cook stood against the corner of the wall and smoked, and a gust of wind blew along the Qinhuai River in front of him, and it was gloomy and smelly, and the cook squatted down.

The Qinhuai River has been smelling for many years, and it seems to be particularly stinky tonight.

The cook thought.

"Sister Li, I want to resign." The cook took a puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out with his foot.

Li Xiangjun looked at him and didn't speak.

The cook didn't think it was interesting, so he was too embarrassed to continue talking. He came from the countryside of Anhui, it is not easy to find a job, and his girlfriend still wants to settle down in Nanjing, he can't live without this job. He was glad that Sister Li didn't pay attention to him, and stupidly pulled out a cigarette pinned behind his ear to smoke.

He thought he had a clear conscience about this matter, but he felt that he had caused trouble to Sister Li, and he couldn't help it. But now determined to stay, he smiled unconsciously, stood up and threw the cigarette butt into the river. Then another gust of wind blew in his face, and the cook sniffed vigorously, and he was sure that the stench was not just the stench of the river water that he was accustomed to.

As the cook walked forward, the stone steps were damp and slippery, and the stench grew a little more insolent with each step he took closer. He descended the stone steps, and beside them there was a gutter drain, and a black mass that seemed to reflect the light floated on the water.

The cook glanced back at Li Xiangjun, and Sister Li should have smelled it too.

He crept down the steps, reaching for the mass. His weight was desperately leaning back, for fear of slipping into the river.

When the cook turned around, Li Xiangjun couldn't forget that frightened expression in his life.

The cook pulled up a greenish straw hat.

But for some reason the cook suddenly panicked in his heart, and his back was cold, and he suddenly became bold and continued to put his hand into the ditch to touch. Well, he grabbed a ball of velvet, but he couldn't pull it up, and it was blocked behind the iron fence of the drain.

The cook adjusted his posture, took out his mobile phone with his other hand and turned on the flashlight, which shone inside, and when he turned around, he showed an unforgettable expression for Li Xiangjun.

Li Xiangjun threw away the cigarette butt and looked down on the cook's shoulder.

A greenish, rotting, blistered face with blistered hair, clung to the drain railing as the cook tugged at his long hair. The eyelids disappeared, and the eyeballs swayed, as if they were about to break off.

The cook's hands trembled, and with Li Xiangjun's screams, he threw the phone and the long hair back.