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"What? Where to go?" Ding Zhe asked, and no matter what happened, he touched the bottom of the desk first, without touching anything else. He found a broken chain of lock knives, less than a foot long.

He wrapped the chain in his hand and walked out after Duan Feifan.

"Where to find it?" Jiang Kuo saw the stairs and had no time to think about it. He quickly looked under the case.

But now it is not the arsenal. After being touched by Duan Feifan and Ding Zhe once, only a few stacked rags and two knives tied to iron chains were left, and a box of change was left.

He had no choice but to follow him with his bare hands.

"Where was it stolen?" Duan Feifan glanced at him, "Did you see someone?"

"The shop for soy sauce," said Jiang Kuo. "The boss said it was blue clothes, and told me not to chase after me, saying that they had a group of people. He also wanted to remind me, but I didn't understand."

"That's it," Duan Feifan turned his head and walked towards the live poultry area of ​​the market, "It's those people."

Jiang Kuo had never been stolen. Last New Year's Eve, someone stole a cell phone on the top of the mountain and cut it on his leg. This was the first time he had never considered the stolen cell phone in the lively market.

"Don't call the police?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's all children," Ding Zhe said. "It's useless to call the police and arrest you. You'll be released after education. The police can't do anything about it. Otherwise, why wouldn't the boss dare to remind you directly and come to harass you every day, and you can't stand it."

"Call the police and wait for the police to come," Duan Feifan said. "I don't know where the phone has been transferred. The first thing they do when they get is to turn off the computer and disassemble the card and then sell the stolen goods."

"Do you know those thieves? How do you get your phone back?" Jiang Kuo looked at the things in his hands and Ding Zhe.

"Boom them until they hand it over!" Ding Zhe gritted his teeth.

Duan Feifan glanced at Ding Zhe: "Don't shout and kill, it seems like you are so capable."

Ding Zhe cut.

In fact, if it weren't for the photos and videos on the phone, the phone would be lost. Anyway, the bit that broke before was always annoying, so it would be normal to change the phone.

But those photos and videos are all about him and Duan Feifan, and many of them are interesting scenes recorded after he came here to go to school. He had videos of eating barbecue together at a large food stall, eating spicy hot pot in a small broken shop, and even queuing up to buy food in the school cafeteria.

These are records of his new life, in a sense, even the whole process of his relationship.

Although he never thought he would deal with a thief, he still used this way of coming to the door, but he really wanted to get his phone back.

The market is very large. Duan Feifan took him around before, but he was basically in the two or three areas of Niu Sandao. He only now knows that after passing through the live poultry area, there is a large area of ​​aquatic products and some stores selling baskets, bags, ropes, knives and chains around the market...

On the market side, there is a completely different structure from the other side of the street. There is no pavilion along the street and no gates, but a wasteland is directly seen.

It cannot be said to be a wasteland, but it is more like a construction site that has been suspended. There are many cars, trucks, tricycles, and many small sheds. There are several sheds that collect waste.

"When I was a kid, I always came here to play," Duan Feifan said, "It was even more chaotic at that time, like an adventure."

Jiang Kuo didn't know what to say. He saw a few kids playing crazy on the pile of bricks next to him. His clothes were covered with dirt and gray, and his face and hands were frozen red.

"Is that true?" Ding Zhe asked for Jiang Kuo.

"It's not that miserable," Duan Feifan said, "these children are from scrap stations and no one cares about them."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and suddenly understood why Duan Feifan was so unwilling to let himself get in touch with his life. In addition to Niu Sandao's complicated and trivial daily life, it was probably because of such a deep feeling that he might touch.

Duan Feifan turned into several sheds built, and in the alley between a half-pile brick wall and an old house, there was still a small house for scrap purchase at the end.

"Fuck," Ding Zhe stepped on a brick under his feet and slid, "I haven't even been to this place."

"The territory of the village before." Duan Feifan walked over to the small house in front of him.

Someone suddenly came over outside the low wall next to it.

He is a thin, half-grown boy. Judging from his height, he probably has a little bigger face.

After the thin boy flipped in, he looked back and saw the three of them. I don’t know if they have rich work experience. Almost at the same time he turned around, he climbed back to the brick wall and prepared to flip it out again.

Duan Feifan rushed over and pulled him back to the ground with his shoulder.

The thin boy struggled to run away, and Duan Feifan pulled the sharpener in his hand directly into his leg.

"Ah--" the thin boy shouted.

A few children of about the same age came out from the scrap station. They were as thin as thin children, with a little disparate height, ranging from Jiang Kuo's chest to as close as him.

Jiang Kuo saw the blue jacket that one of the children was wearing at a glance.

But at the same time, some people don’t know what to do. These kids look like refugees.

However, the child obviously did not hesitate the same as him. Perhaps because of the large number of people, he was on his own territory. When he saw the three of them, he did not have any fear of being found as thieves. Instead, he immediately came forward to meet him, as if he wanted to rescue the thin child who was held in his hand by Duan Feifan.

"Take out the phone just now." Duan Feifan looked at them, his voice was obviously different from usual, with a bit of banditry and coldness.

"What cell phone!" said a middle-aged and not too thin middle-aged boy in the middle, "I don't know! Let him go! Otherwise you don't want to leave!"

"I won't even leave if you beg me to leave," Duan Feifan said. "I won't give me my phone. I'll tear you down today. You'll be here for one day, and I'll beat you up for a day."

"Where are you?" The middle-aged man stared at Duan Feifan and asked for a long time.

"Mobile phone!" Duan Feifan suddenly roared.

Several children were startled and suddenly put on a defensive posture. Only the middle-aged children were calm and just stared at them.

"I understand!" The second-digit thin boy next to the middle-aged child pointed at Duan Feifan, "He is Niu Sandao's, Duan Laosan's nephew."

"Oh, that gangster." said the middle-aged boy.

Jiang Kuo was shocked. A thief leader said that Duan Feifan and a university nursing hero were gangsters.

"I care who you are!" The middle-aged man suddenly roared.

Before the last word was finished, he rushed out, and several thin kids rushed over.

Duan Feifan moved almost at the same time as Zhonghai. The thin boy in his hand was thrown forward with his collar, and staggered and hit the person next to Zhonghai.

When the middle-aged man hid sideways, Duan Feifan rushed to him and raised his hand and smashed it down.

Hearing a sound of shock, a sharp iron piece in the middle child's hand hit the ground by a sharpening rod.

"Mobile phone!" Duan Feifan grabbed Zhongcai'er and slapped him with another stick in his thigh.

Ding Zhe rushed over without saying a word, and his hand wrapped around the chains looked at the thin guy who had already reached him and hit him on his shoulder.

Jiang Kuo originally wanted to pick up a brick, but someone had already reached behind Duan Feifan. He gave up his weapon and kicked the man over and kicked him. The man was kicked to the side and fell to the ground.

"Get your phone," Duan Feifan grabbed Zhonghai'er and threw it on the ground, and another kick to Zhonghai'er's leg, "You're still!"

"Not worthy!" Duan Feifan twitched another stick in his hand, and then he twitched another stick on his other leg, "Follow me!"

"It's cruel!" Duan Feifan's movements were very fast, and the sharpening rod was not too strong, but it was enough to make the person who didn't have much flesh on his body so much that he shrank his hands and feet all over the ground.

Jiang Kuo slashed the brick in the hand of a child who rushed to him with one palm, grabbed his arm and threw it aside. Then he saw another child raising his hand and throwing half of the brick at Ding Zhe's head. He had no time to block it.

He really didn't expect that such a half-aged child would act so ruthlessly.

Fortunately, the accuracy was not enough, and the brick fell to the ground halfway from Ding Zhe's arm, but Jiang Kuo was still shocked and sweated.

"My uncle!" Ding Zhe was also shocked and rushed over and kicked.

Duan Feifan bent down and grabbed the clothes on Zhonghai's chest, dragged him forward to the waste shed. Zhonghai struggled to stand up, but Duan Feifan walked very quickly, and swung it a few steps, throwing Zhonghai into the shed.

"Where is the person!" Duan Feifan yelled into the shed, "Take out your phone for me."

Jiang Kuo didn't know who he was yelling at, but he immediately protected him with Ding Zhe. Several children surrounded them. At this time, the huge gap in combat power had been revealed. They no longer rushed forward, but just rushed up from time to time and wanted to kick or punch.

Jiang Kuo had already swung three of them, and he felt that his hands were a little sticky, all of which were stains on their clothes.

"Give it!" Duan Feifan kicked the door post of the shed next to him, and the whole shed followed him and shook.

"Give it to him." Someone said something inside.

The voice was not high, but Jiang Kuo heard that this was the voice of a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man walked out slowly with his arms covering his arms, his eyes full of dissatisfaction and anger. He stared at Duan Feifan and slowly handed over a cell phone in his hand.

Duan Feifan took his phone and glanced at him: "Card."

The middle-aged man slowly turned around and when he came out again, he raised his hand and threw the small card at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifan caught the card and handed back his phone and card to Jiang Kuo: "Look."

Jiang Kuo took his phone and said it was his own: "Yes."

"Don't let me see you turn around Niu Sandao again," Duan Feifan said calmly, "I saw that you were talking every time you hit me."

"What are you beef guys?" said the middle-aged boy fiercely.

"About your father." Duan Feifan looked at him, "You'll give me another ruthless word."

The sound of someone kicking something in the room.

The middle-aged child didn't speak anymore and his eyelids drooped.

"Let's go." Duan Feifan turned around and gently touched Jiang Kuo with his shoulder.

Jiang Kuo and Ding Zhe also turned around and walked in the direction of the trip.

"Can you attack?" Ding Zhe asked, "Fuck, these kids are too dark!"

"You look back when you are afraid of sneak attacks." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo was about to look back, but Ding Zhe hit him and pressed his voice: "Let's turn around and lose momentum!"
To be continued...