"He couldn't run away...... Don't forget, we now have bodyguards everywhere we go! ”

Hong Tao didn't plan to chase it, this kind of child was more in the displaced areas of Xinjiang Province, specializing in robbing the property of foreign merchants. If you grab it, you will run to the pre-negotiated place, which is generally the ruins of buildings with a more complex environment.

There will be at least two adults waiting with weapons, and if you don't chase them, you will lose a little money at most, and if you chase them, you will be robbed of them, or even lose your life. Although the child who grabbed the money just now didn't see his face, judging from his hair, he should also be from Xinjiang Province, not only did people come, but also brought habits.

The ancients said that goods are expensive when they leave their hometowns, and people are cheap when they leave their hometowns. When you first arrive in a new environment, it is not easy to keep the original customs as they are. This trick can be played in the Redeemer Wandering Area, but it is not so easy to use in the safe area of the capital.

There are not only security forces, but also plainclothes officers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Today, even if this kid and the gang that manipulated him are unlucky, they get into trouble with people who shouldn't be messed with. Even if he didn't plan to recover the wallet, the plainclothes of the Ministry of Internal Affairs would not give up.

What if it's not an accident, but a way to get the message across? This is the basic quality of counterintelligence work, if she hadn't thought of this step, Lin Na would have sent people to patrol the security team a long time ago, and she was not qualified at all!

So it's not enough to catch the child and recover the wallet, it is estimated that the plainclothes will uproot the gang and send it to Jia Ziyi one by one, so that they can see what a she-wolf is.

"Come, weigh me half a kilogram...... What are you doing stupidly, I have money, I have money! Look, there's money all over your body! "The child can not chase, but Mo Heyan still has to be bought. It's just that the owner of the stall is a little shallow-eyed, seeing that Hong Tao's wallet was snatched away, he refused to deliver the goods for a long time, for fear that he would have no money to pay the bill.

Then he saw that the Han people, who had been good, suddenly had a northern Xinjiang herdsman's accent in their mouths, and the taste was so solid that it was like pouring sheep urine on roast sheep eggs and covering them with a layer of sheep tail oil.

"Are you a Han from Xinjiang Province? This pack is good cigarettes, give one more bowl! The stall owner seemed to like the taste, and immediately opened the pocket next to him and used a small bowl for eating as a measuring tool.

"Are you from KS or Hoda?" Hong Tao simply squatted in front of the stall, reached out and picked up a piece of cut cigarette paper, pinched a pinch of tobacco and rolled it.

Many people in Xinjiang Province are more rude in buying, as long as they are not too vigilant, whether they buy it or not, they don't need money to roll a piece and taste it, and they will not speak ill of each other, even if they themselves are very poor.

"Shache, almonds, I have 200 trees in my house!" As soon as he talked about his hometown, a smile immediately appeared on the stall owner's face, and his hands trembled, and he filled half an extra bowl.

"I am from Lake Selim, and my name is Yoro, and I live on the very top. That's the Ingisha knife, right? Is it authentic? To change or not to change? "The stall owner said that he had never heard of this place, so he had no right to speak. However, Hong Tao's little eyes were very thief, and when he caught a glimpse of two small knives with scabbards pinned to the stall owner's waist, he immediately came to his senses.

"The master typed, and there was a signature...... This one is my brother's, and he's turned into a monster! As soon as the stall owner heard that someone questioned his knife, his voice immediately became louder, put down the small bowl in his hand, took out two small knives and put them on the tobacco leaves, pulled out one of them, and pointed to the inscription on the knife for Hong Tao to see for himself.

"Blow, where are there so many masters!" Hong Tao looked down, in fact, it was in vain, the inscriptions were all small tadpoles, and he didn't know a word.

"Two baskets of the best almonds, master!" The stall owner's Chinese proficiency is more worrisome, and his mood is more affected by his performance, and the more anxious he is, the more unfavorable he is.

"Swap, give me your brother's hand...... Canned food, sugar, tea, ......" In some ethnic habits in southern Xinjiang, men will pin a knife to their waists when they become adults, which is a bit like a coming-of-age ceremony.

If you are not very particular, you can find materials to grind by yourself, and if you are more particular, you can find someone who is good at making knives to buy. YJS County is a very famous knife production area, and there are hundreds of craftsmen in the local area, who can make knives.

But there are few masters who are really recognized as the best craftsmen, and the efficiency is not very high, and the Yingisha knife from their hands is priceless and hard to find, so Hong Tao plans to exchange some blood.

The items used for exchange are a bit rich, and they are basically in demand in the safe zone, which immediately attracted a lot of attention from the surroundings, and there are some ill-intentioned ones. But after seeing the shape of Ben Pig and Shen Wansan, this kind of gaze was half less, and then I saw the pistol exposed in Hong Tao's waist, brush, and suddenly all of it was gone.

"This, I want this, three bottles...... Brother, brother, two bottles are fine, the minimum is two, this is my brother, my brother! ”

The stall owner didn't notice that Hong Tao still had a pistol in his waist, and his eyes were all attracted by the glass bottle in the stupid pig's bag. I don't know why, most of the men of the ethnic groups in Xinjiang Province like to drink, and the more highly alcoholic, the more they like it, so his brother is equal to the two bottles of wine.

"These are fine, wine, no! Come to the top of the building at night and I'll invite you to drink, don't sell it! But Hong Tao grabbed the other party's hand and didn't let him touch the wine bottle, and his attitude was very resolute. But then it was opened again, not for sale, but for drinking.

It's not that Hong Tao deliberately lured him to achieve any purpose, he didn't know the stall owner at all, and he didn't have much strength to look thin and small, even if he wanted to find his subordinates, he wouldn't choose this.

Hong Tao is unwilling to let the stall owner sell his brother's relics for two bottles of wine, they have migrated all the way, it is impossible to carry too many things with them, and the only few valuable things have been changed to drink, at most they can be comfortable a few times, and then they are really poor and meaningless.

"Marline, I have marline, great marline!" The stall owner was a little surprised by this invitation and was reluctant to give up, gritted his teeth, and took out the goods at the bottom of the box.

What is maren? Many mainlanders may not know, but its other name should have resounded all over the country, cutting cakes! That's right, the traditional food of the Wei people, maren, is called cake cutting in the mainland.

Its biggest feature is that it is heavy in weight and high in price, you can buy dozens of dollars for a small piece, and hundreds of dollars for a little larger one, and the taste is sweet, and it is often criticized as a trick.

In fact, there is a big misunderstanding here, marline candy was originally an emergency food that locals like to carry when they travel long distances, and it is very troublesome to make with a lot of ingredients.

A layer of dried fruits, a layer of melted rock sugar, a layer of preserved fruits and a layer of rock sugar, as well as cheese and honey in it, the specific gravity is very large, the calories are extremely high, the shelf life is very long, and it is no problem to put it in a dry environment for a few years.

If you encounter a snowstorm or accident and can't return in time, eat a little bit of a child's fist every day, and then eat a little snow, you can ensure your body's needs, not only will you not starve to death, but also have the physical strength to rush.

"Okay, come up to me when it's dark...... Come, two cans, a bag of sugar, half a kilogram of cigarettes. Hong Tao didn't want to drink wine and eat sugar, this taste was too unique, but he didn't refuse the stall owner's kindness, put down the exchange items of similar value, and continued to walk towards the market with tobacco leaves.

"Stop, don't go......" At this time, there was a noise from a distance, and there were many footsteps of people.

"Yes, I'll see what you do!" Hong Tao is not without curiosity at all, and the virtue of Gujing Bubo is only because there are fewer and fewer things that can make him curious. But it's still okay to look at the excitement, and immediately jumped into the carriage with an arrow step, and climbed high with a pergola in his hand to look into the distance, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

From the northwest corner of the intersection came dozens of people, not only menacing, but also mostly with sticks and the like. No need to ask, it's definitely not out to buy lunch.

As for who they were looking for, Hong Tao also saw it, dozens of meters in front of this group, there were three young people trotting through the stall group and running towards this side. At first glance, they are Han Chinese, two of them are wearing old military uniforms, and one is wearing a torn jacket, much like a homeless person.

But Hong Tao knew that they were 100% not homeless, but plainclothes from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The homeless people did not have such a calm expression, and in their eyes you could see anxiety and panic, but there was no fear. In the face of so many unscrupulous people with sticks in their hands, they can still be fearless, and they must be fearless.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.