For birds, especially good-looking birds, feathers have always been an important material to show their beauty.

This is the same as the girl's P picture, don't care what it looks like without feathers, but it's just like having feathers.

This intimidation is no less than telling a kitten that it has no cans to eat for the rest of its life.

After beating up the big black bear, Wen Wanwan also relieved the sequelae of getting up, and took the red-crowned crane back to the rescue station by the ear.

After locking the room from the outside, Wen Wanwan yawned and turned off the alarm on the computer and fell asleep.

Time is like a bastard boy in middle school, and when we meet again, we are already a father of two children.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the morning of the next day, Wen Wanwan fed the animals, cleaned up the cat litter, checked the red-crowned crane's injuries by the way, and fed it a little liquid food.

After all this work was done, I sat in the courtyard and disposed of some medicinal herbs that I hadn't had time to clean up.

After grinding a cultivated understory ginseng into powder, Wen Wanwan also set her eyes on Shen Qingyu, who walked in from outside.

"Good morning!"

Shen Qingyu yawned and glanced at the medicinal herbs in Wen Wanwan's hand.

"There's an old man in town, and there's a lottery there, and it doesn't feel right, like the street tricks you talked about."

Hearing this, Wen Wanwan suddenly became interested, put the small stone mill aside, and picked up a kitchen knife to slice the remaining understory ginseng.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Shen Qingyu organized her language for a while, and then spoke.

"It's probably a lottery, there are a lot of things tied to the other end of the red rope, covered with a cloth in the middle, the prizes are small dolls, there are also household appliances, and the biggest prize is a gold brick."

"What about the second prize?"

Wen Wanwan didn't care at all after hearing about the gold bricks, but asked about the second prize.

Shen Qingyu answered directly without the slightest hesitation.

"It's an Apple phone, the one with more than 10,000."

"How many times?"

"Five times?"

"How much does it cost once?"

"Twenty bucks."

After hearing this answer, Wen Wanwan also nodded.

"It's really a charlatan, it's called Menzi in the industry, wait until I finish cutting this and go to see it, remember to contact the police first."

There was a hint of murder in his tone, and a little unhappiness flashed in his eyes.

In the early years, most of the people who cracked down on the charlatan were arrested, and a small number fled to Hong Kong Island.

There is only one beggar left in the interior who is still alive, usually living by pretending to be a disabled person and writing or something.

But there is a rule in the Metaphysics Gate, that is, it is not allowed to cross the line!

Changbai Mountain is the territory of Wen Wanwan, and most people should know about the entire metaphysical sect.

I didn't see a wandering Taoist priest passing by, so he had to come to visit him in order to show his skills and tell fortunes.

What's more, these fishers came to her territory directly without saying hello, and if it sounded good, it was called fishing out of bounds, and it was not good, this was provoking the druids.

More seriously, the beggars want to wrestle with the shaman!

Quickly processed the understory ginseng and stuffed it into the box, Wen Wanwan also closed the door of the aid station, and followed Shen Qingyu's footsteps towards the town.

Along the way, Wen Wanwan was also thinking about how to deal with this matter.

It's not a few decades ago, and this kind of thing will happen, and the big deal is that the two sides will fight each other, whether they live or die.

With the official action, who dares to be so wild, I am afraid that there will not even be time to choose a cemetery.

After pondering for a long time, Wen Wanwan also gritted her teeth, ready to draw a salary from the bottom of the kettle.

The Druid Sect has indeed been much worse than before since the death of the old stationmaster, after all, it is a single line, and she still has a rescue station in her hand, and she can't visit it from door to door like the old stationmaster.

It's better to make things bigger this time, anyway, I have a good impression of the official after so many years, plus the character of the shaman protecting the calf, a beggar gang will never dare to touch porcelain.

Soon, the footsteps of the two of them walked to the leisure park in the town, and they saw a group of people forming a large circle, and from time to time there was a sound of oops, oops.

After a lot of effort, Wen Wanwan and Shen Qingyu finally squeezed into the crowd.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Wen Wanwan quickly determined that this old man was definitely a member of the beggar gang.

Red string, cardboard shell, black calligraphy, plus the iconic bowl pattern below, there are only beggars!

Silently hung his radio device on his collar, and then turned the collar over to cover up the traces.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Wanwan hid the camera in the sleeve of her left hand, as long as she maintained a posture, she could clearly see the scene through the gap.

After solving all this, Wen Wanwan set it up on her phone for a moment to ensure that the Bluetooth connected camera would not be disconnected, and then clicked to start the live broadcast.

Li An'an: [Throne, today's picture??? 】

Ye Ye can't fly: [Hey, isn't this the street lottery in my park? 】

Moon Branch: [Hey, I saw someone draw a refrigerator last time!] 】

Wen Wanwan didn't speak, and looked around for a while.

Soon lowered his voice and Shen Qingyu commanded.

"The one with the cap is a drag, and the one with the plaid shirt on the left and the one with glasses is also a drag."

"The one next to the old man is also a gang, it should be taken by force, you go to the police first, remember to let them ambush, I will hold it back."

Shen Qingyu nodded, pinched her phone and squeezed out of the crowd.

Wen Wanwan looked at the young man who had used up the five chances in front of him and only drew a few dolls, and quickly took out a hundred cash from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

"Five times?"

The old man took the cash and shook the rope with a smile.

Wen Wanwan watched the old man's movements, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Five times!"

Looking at the red rope on the ground, Wen Wanwan's spiritual power suddenly gushed out.

The thin threads covered under the red cloth are dense, and it is difficult to find the source, and the color of the cloth is the same as the color of the thread, so it is difficult to observe even if you use mental power.

Seeing that her spiritual power was useless, Wen Wanwan directly pinched a trick with one hand.

Snake Formula: Perception!

As a peculiar perspective filled his right eye, Wen Wanwan also casually pulled up a red thread.

In the slow pull, the card with the Apple phone written on it was slowly pulled.

The crowd watched the scene in front of them and burst into cheers, and many people were ready to move on to cash.

The old man's face was gloomy for a moment, but then he returned to his original state, and with a smile he pulled out an unopened mobile phone from the bag.

"I can't give you money for this!"

(End of chapter)