"Husband! Husband! "
"Brother Jie, Brother Jie, where are you?" The woman in shorts, carrying a bag in her hand, stomped her feet and complained, "Really, you don't answer my call, you don't reply to my WeChat, so annoying."
The woman in shorts looked around but still couldn't find the man with the prickly hair.
Thinking that the man with the prickly hair might be in the toilet, she stopped a man coming out of the toilet, "Hey, I want to ask, is there a handsome guy with a prickly hair in the toilet?"
The man smiled, "Isn't he very strong and has a bullet pendant."
"Yes, is he inside?"
"Yes."
The woman in shorts breathed a sigh of relief, "Do me a favor and call him out."
"Me?" The man pointed to himself and smiled, "You go by yourself, that guy is already standing."
"What standing, what are you talking about?"
"You will know when you see for yourself."
The woman in shorts changed her face and scolded, "You stupid, let me go to the men's toilet."
The man sneered, "Who is stupid, who knows."
The woman in shorts put her hands on her waist and scolded, "I @ # ¥%&… if you have the guts then stop, see if my boyfriend will cut you to death."
After waiting for a while, she still didn't see the man with the prickly hair come out, she shouted a few times and no one responded, the woman in shorts went straight into the men's toilet.
What's there to be afraid of, it's not like I haven't seen that thing before.
Walking to the door of the men's toilet, the woman in shorts was stunned, she rubbed her eyes, her face showed an unbelievable look.
The big man in her mind was actually kneeling on the ground, facing the urinal.
What's going on?
"Brother Jie, what's wrong with you? Why are you kneeling on the ground? "The woman in shorts hurried into the men's toilet.
The man with the prickly hair didn't look up, didn't answer, just knelt straight, and looked at the pendant in the urinal.
"Brother Jie, why are you ignoring me, say something, don't scare me."
"Husband, what's wrong with you, why are you like this?"
The man with the prickly hair whispered, "Did you see the man in the parking lot?"
"What man in the parking lot!" The woman in shorts was surprised.
The man with the prickly hair whispered, "Lower your voice, it was us who took the parking space."
"No, what's wrong with that idiot?"
"Are you sure he's not at the toilet door?"
The woman in shorts said doubtfully, "No, I didn't see him at all. What's wrong?"
The man with spiky hair sat on the ground and panted heavily. "That scared the hell out of me."
"Jie Ge, what happened to you? Why were you kneeling just now? You weren't like this before. "The woman in shorts shook her boyfriend's shoulders.
The man with the spiky hair revealed a ruthless look and pushed the woman in shorts away. "F * ck you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been messed with."
At the thought of being forced to kneel next to the urinal, the man with the spiky hair was furious. He felt that his dignity had been trampled on.
His favorite pendant was thrown into the urinal, and he knelt beside it like an idiot. This would be a lifetime of humiliation for him.
Bang!
The woman in shorts was pushed and fell to the ground. The ground was a little wet, but it was unknown whether it was water or urine.
"Ah!" The girl in shorts quickly stood up and revealed an angry expression. "Are you crazy? Why did you push me!"
The man with the spiky hair shouted loudly. "If it wasn't for you, I would have been held at gunpoint. I wouldn't have to kneel next to the urinal."
The woman in shorts cried and scolded. "You're useless. Why are you blaming me? You're just an idiot."
"You're calling me an idiot!" The man with the spiky hair was annoyed. He hit the woman in shorts by her hair.
Suddenly, there was a sound of wailing and howling coming from the toilet.
A group of people gathered at the entrance of the toilet to watch the fun. Most of them looked on coldly. A man wanted to step forward to stop them but was scared away by the muscular body of the man with the spiky hair.
It wasn't until the staff of the mall came that the two were separated.
"Woo woo …" The woman in shorts was badly beaten. Her face, arms, and legs were all bruised.
A female staff asked, "Miss, are you okay? Do you want me to help you call the police?"
The woman in shorts shook her head. "Don't call the police. He's my boyfriend. I'm fine."
The man with the spiky hair scolded. "Bah, bitch!"
The female staff frowned and took out her phone. "Miss, I'd better help you call the police."
"Who told you to be nosy? Get lost!" The woman in shorts was also holding back her anger. She slapped the female staff's phone away.
The female staff stared and secretly cursed. What kind of person is this? He deserves to be beaten to death!
The man with the spiky hair shouted, "Call the police. Hurry up and call the police."
The woman in shorts walked over and grabbed the arm of the man with the spiky hair. "Brother Jie, I won't call the police. I'm the one who caused you trouble. I just like you."
The man with the spiky hair scolded, "Are you stupid? I told you to call the police and arrest the man with the gun."
The woman in shorts quickly nodded. "Yes, yes. Let the police arrest him. It's all his fault."
The onlookers couldn't help but whisper.
There were always some people who were born with a calcium deficiency.
…
Brother Liao bought some daily necessities at the mall and drove his car to the parking lot. Just as he put the things into the trunk, he saw a group of people not far away. Some of them were wearing police uniforms.
"It's him. He's the one who threatened me with a gun!" The man with the spiky hair pointed in the direction of Brother Liao and shouted.
The two older police officers had already pulled out their pistols and pointed at Brother Liao and shouted, "Police, don't move!"
If Han Bin was here, he would definitely recognize that one of the leading police officers was Chief Zhou Yanjun.
Brother Liao stood still and asked calmly, "Police comrades, what's the matter?"
Zhou Yanjun shouted, "Put your hands up. Don't move!"
Brother Liao cooperated and raised his hands. "I won't move. I don't have any weapons on me."
Zhou Yanjun waved his hand. Two police officers walked forward and searched Brother Liao's body.
One of the police officers said, "Chief, we didn't find any weapons."
"Police comrade, how should I address you?"
"My name is Zhou Yanjun. I'm the chief of the Zhongshan Road Police Station."
Brother Liao spread his hands. "Chief Zhou, what's the meaning of this?"
"Someone accused you of threatening me with a gun. Fortunately, I came to check first. If I was a little later, the criminal investigation team would have arrived. They're not as easy to deal with as I am."
"Chief Zhou, according to what you're saying, I should be thanking you."
Zhou Yanjun waved his hand. "Take out your ID. We're going to search your car."
"Chief Zhou, I didn't resist when you searched me. I don't mind if you search my car. But if you don't find anything, shouldn't you give me an explanation? "
"He has a gun. I saw it clearly. It's a black handgun!" The man with the prickly hair yelled.
Chief Zhou pointed at the man with the prickly hair. "You heard him. Someone reported you carrying dangerous items. We have the right to search."
Brother Liao asked, "If you don't find anything, does that mean he's making a false accusation?"
Zhou Yanjun hesitated for a moment and said, "If we don't find anything, then he's suspected of making a false report and making a false accusation. We'll punish him according to the circumstances."
Brother Liao spread his hands. "Okay, you can search the car now."
Zhou Yanjun waved his hand. "Give me your ID."
Brother Liao hesitated for a moment. He took out his ID from his bag and handed it to Zhou Yanjun.
Zhou Yanjun looked at the ID and said, "Xiao Jianhong, a local."
Brother Liao nodded. "Yes."
After Zhou Yanjun checked it, he returned the ID to Brother Liao.
After a while, the four policemen finished searching the car and said in unison, "We didn't find any guns or knives."
Zhou Yanjun turned his head and stared at the man with the prickly hair. "Ma Jie, where's the handgun you were talking about?"
"This … This …" The man with the prickly hair hesitated for a moment and pointed at Brother Liao. He said angrily, "He must have hidden the handgun somewhere. I swear, he did have a handgun. It was in the toilet. He pointed the handgun at my head and made me kneel …"
The man with the prickly hair recalled the humiliating scene and gritted his teeth. "Police comrades, you must investigate carefully. This person is definitely dangerous."
Just then, a policeman ran over from not far away. "Chief, we found a handgun."
Zhou Yanjun asked subconsciously, "Where did you find it?"
"In the wastepaper bin in the men's toilet on the second floor of the mall."
The man with the prickly hair, Ma Jie, jumped up and shouted, "I told you! He has a gun! Hurry up and arrest him!"
The black handgun was knocked into the plastic bag. Zhou Yanjun pointed at the handgun in the bag and asked, "Xiao Jianhong, is this yours?"
Brother Liao shook his head. "No."
Ma Jie showed a proud look. "Pfft, you're still so stubborn. It's obviously yours. I saw you holding the handgun with my own eyes. Your fingerprints are definitely on it."
Zhou Yanjun pulled the policeman who found the handgun aside. "Are there any fingerprints?"
The policeman whispered, "No fingerprints found. The handgun might have been wiped."
Zhou Yanjun nodded. Handguns were different from other things. Even if there were no fingerprints, they could still trace the source of purchase. The handgun was exquisitely made.
"Xiao Jianhong, have you been to the toilet on the second floor?"
Brother Liao said honestly, "I have."
Zhou Yanjun pointed at the man with the prickly hair. "Have you seen Ma Jie?"
"Yes."
Zhou Yanjun asked. "He said that the handgun is yours. How do you explain that?"
Brother Liao smiled. "Don't investigations always require evidence? What evidence do you have to prove that the handgun is mine? "
Zhou Yanjun waved his hand. "Give me the handgun."
The policeman at the side handed him the handgun.
Zhou Yanjun looked at the handgun. Just as he was about to say something, he felt that something was wrong. The handgun felt a little light.
Zhou Yanjun held it in his hand and studied it. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
He pressed the clip, but there was no reaction. Then, he pulled the trigger of the pistol.
The people around him were so scared that they took a few steps back.
However, the expected gunshot did not happen. Instead, the muzzle of the handgun burned the plastic bag and gave off a burnt smell.
Seeing this scene, the little friends present were stunned.
A lighter!
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