Listening to the news on the radio, it made a ripple in his heart. After hesitating for a while, he still took out his mobile phone and pressed the number.

"Hello, who?" The other party asked him casually.

"It's me." A dry, hoarse voice reached her ears.

Looking at the prompt that the call was cut off, he smiled contentedly, and then played with another mobile phone in his hand.

"What's wrong, Chief?" The other party was panting heavily, and his breath was a little disordered, but this did not affect the communication between the two in the slightest.

"Have you been watching the news lately?" He asked unhurriedly, and then lit a cigarette.

"Watching the news? You know, I never look at that kind of thing. The other party laughed strangely, and then his breath became more rapid.

"Is there a radio next to it? Listen to the good things you did!" The cold voice came through the diaphragm, piercing her ear like a needle.

The rapid wheezing stopped for a moment, and then there was a cacophony of radio waves, and the voice of the female announcer reached her ears.

"How about it, the wonderful performance that originally belonged to you was disrupted by him, and you are very happy now?" A slightly mocking voice reached her ears.

"I'll have a good time with him!" All that answered him was a cold voice and a scream like a pig.

Fang Lubai looked at the live pig that had just been slaughtered next to the butcher stall in front of him, and his heart suddenly became interested.

The blood in the large porcelain basin was still steaming, like freshly baked blood tofu, and the butcher was cutting fresh pork, Fang Lubai parked the car to the side and walked slowly towards the stall.

"Yo, come to buy meat, I'm sorry, the meat is not for sale!" The chubby boss looked at Fang Lubai apologetically, but the work in his hand didn't stop for a moment.

"No, I just want to make a call, I don't know if it's convenient or not." Fang Lubai said as he handed over a cigarette, and through the smoke, Fang Lubai pointed to a phone not far away.

"Hey, use it, it won't cost a lot of money anyway!" The boss said generously to Fang Lubai, and then began to sort the pork.

Fang Lubai didn't make a call, just put the microphone to his ear, then looked at the call record, and flipped up dozens of numbers before he saw the mobile phone number.

Pretending to be on the phone, Fang Lu's white eyes glanced at the boss secretly. I saw that he was wearing a simple coat, which seemed to be sweating, naked inside, his left hand was firmly pressing the flesh in front of the desk, and the knife in his right hand was three times and two blows, and one elbow was cleaned. There was minced meat everywhere, and the table was covered with a thick layer of grease, which proved that he had been in this business for some years.

"Boss, why isn't this meat sold? My wife is yelling for me to come and buy it from you!"

Fang Lubai put down the phone, pretended to ask the reason, and looked at the sundries in front of the stall.

"I said it seems to be a little blind, but it's the first time I've been here!" He threw the last piece of meat in his hand into the bag and chatted with Fang Lubai enthusiastically.

"It's my first time here, and I didn't expect to buy it yet." Fang Lubai said with some loss, and the boss was also a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, come back tomorrow morning, I'll make sure to leave you a good one!" He patted his chest with his oil-stained hands, his broad palms thumping in front of him.

"Isn't this there, why not sell it?" Seeing that the other party did not suspect it, Fang Lubai asked him puzzled.

"Ordered!"

Looking at the boss who stopped, Fang Lubai turned his head and asked, "Is it easy to do this business?"

He smiled innocently: "It's okay, thanks to the old patron for taking care of me, I can make ends meet."

"I don't seem to have used the phone much in it, and I don't usually talk to my sister-in-law about family life?" Fang Lubai asked tentatively.

"I'm a rough person, I sleep every day except killing pigs, what is there to talk about, I usually just report safety, and the borrowed ones that I usually pass by are longer than I use," he laughed as he packed the meat into the box.

Hearing this answer, Fang Lubai was a little disappointed. I originally wanted to look for clues through the number dialed by this last call, but I didn't expect it to be a public phone.

"It's not early, I'm leaving." Fang Lubai greeted him, then got back into the car, parked the car in the distance, and Fang Lubai turned back into the alley.

I saw that he packed up everything, locked the iron gate, and rode away into the depths of the alley on one or two battery cars.

"Looks like I'm thinking too much." Fang Lubai shook his head, and the car quickly disappeared into the darkness.

When I returned to the apartment, I saw Li Nanxing lying on the bed early, as if he had slept for a long time. Fang Lubai gently ran into the kitchen and pulled out a pack of dry instant noodles in the cabinet.

Throwing the noodles into the pot, Fang Lubai's mind suddenly remembered the coin, with a simple pattern and English letters on it, explaining his purpose.

"Why is an in-game currency in *?" Fang Lubai scratched his head in confusion, and then heard a rapid scream, he hurriedly ran to take the pot down, looking at the noodles inside that had not been dried up, Fang Lubai laughed.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to fill your stomach!"

Early the next morning, the dazzling sunlight hit Fang Lubai's face, and he reluctantly turned over, his right hand covering his eyes and looking at the time: it was already seven o'clock. Li Nanxing on the opposite side disappeared again, and he didn't know how to go out.

"Is this guy going to the bay again?" Fang Lubai rubbed his head, and pushed open the bedroom door with sleepy eyes, only to see Li Nanxing sitting at the table, holding a cup of soy milk in his left hand and a newspaper in his right hand. He saw Fang Lubai pushing open the door and walking out, and said with some surprise: "It's just right to come, the soy milk fritters are not cold yet, eat them while they're hot!"

Fang Lubai didn't expect Li Nanxing to prepare breakfast as usual, looking at Fang Lubai, who was a little stunned, Li Nanxing urged: "What are you still doing?" Hurry up and eat, report to the city bureau after eating!"

Fang Lubai reacted at this time, sitting opposite and chewing the fritters in his hand, but Li Nanxing put down the breakfast in his hand, looked at Fang Lubai with interest and asked, "Okay, I didn't expect that I would stay in the hospital for a few days, and your kid would be in such a big limelight!"

There was no need to guess, Fang Lubai knew that what was written in the newspaper must be the bombing, Fang Lubai sighed helplessly, and chewed his breakfast mechanically.

"Big hero, tell me how you found out*?" Li Nanxing asked Fang Lubai with interest.

In the end, he couldn't stand Li Nanxing's repeated questioning, Fang Lubai told Li Nanxing the whole thing, and Li Nanxing also felt a little incredible after listening to it.

"I didn't expect them to target you*, and dare to openly put it in the downtown area!" Li Nanxing said a little incredulously.

"Maybe that's what they want, to make big news on TV!" Fang Lubai stuffed the last mouthful of fritters into his mouth and said vaguely.