"This fritter is about the same as the girl's body, long, good-looking, and you can eat enough with one. Ding Fan sat on the stall at the door of the Lin family's shop, holding a fritter that looked like Bai Ling's graceful figure, looking at the hot big oil pot not far away, full of aroma, I really wanted to tell the boss to have another big fire.

The tofu brain in the bowl is snow-white and transparent, it looks ordinary, and a little coriander and chili oil are put in, but after all, the water quality is good, and the soybeans are also excellent.

This may be caused by Ding Fan's current mood full of excitement, he has been being fiddled with by the other party since he began to investigate Bai Yi's case, and now he meets Bai Ling, which is also a trap dug by others, but he flattened her, at least he has made progress.

I remember that when he came out of the Yuelai Inn, he pinched her arm twice, looked at his exposed holster, and said in a challenging tone, "Who is better than me or the white wolf?"

He was not prepared to get an accurate answer to this bold temptation, but Bai Ling thought for a moment, stared at his eyes, a wave of adoring love overflowed, and his beautiful eyes nodded affectionately, and stretched out his two hands, squeezed them into the middle, and made a "such a long gesture".

"Old Lin Tou, the fritters are delicious, and the pickles are also good, add more, by the way, is there shochu? After reorganizing the process just now in Ding Fan's mind, he decided to confuse the other party again.

"Tsk, young man, you've really eaten well, you're from a big place, you're wearing a police uniform......? Old woman, make two cups of sorghum xiaobei I drank last night, and bring it to the end, and I'll drink some with the little brother in a while......" The old Lin Tou in an oil-stained apron, thin and thin, with straight and gray hair, a pair of protruding eyes that looked unique, he played with the fritters in the hot oil neatly, turned his head and shouted to the boss, give Ding Fan something.

The sun rose in the northeast, it was already more than nine o'clock in the morning, most of the diners on the four or five tables in front of the store had dispersed, and the work in Lao Lintou's hands began to decrease, he untied his apron, and greeted Ding Fan in a thick voice: "Comrade police come to eat, don't shout five or six, give me face!" Come, old man, I will accompany you to drink a few glasses." ”

After a while, in the smell of cooked oil, on the shady dining table against the door, the two of them sat together, and there were several delicious wine and delicacies on the table: pickled cucumbers, sesame oil mixed with Bryuk pickles, a plate of fried fried fritters, fried brown oil in the straw basket, some salt grains on it were evenly and finely decorated, and a peculiar fragrance came to the face.

"Young man, you are new to me, and you can still sit here and eat, it has been several years, but this is the first time I have seen you. Lao Lin Tou found that Ding Fan looked majestic at first glance, but he was sitting face to face, and suddenly felt that there was a trace of righteousness and kindness mixed with the heroism between his eyebrows, so he raised the tall glass, made a clinking gesture at him, and opened his mouth to take a big sip.

Ding Fan didn't talk much nonsense, he took a sip like him, and suddenly felt that his throat was burning hot, his face turned pale, and he coughed while holding his chest.

"Young man, take a sip of wine like this, you definitely don't often go to the village chief's accountant's house to sweep, enough to beat, drink slowly. Lao Lin Tou's eyes that were accustomed to seeing the world squinted, and he immediately saw that Ding Fan was not the kind of person who ate and drank, so he put down the wine glass and said bluntly.

Coughing and coughing, Ding Fan still couldn't help but take the oil in the basket, because he hadn't seen it, and it added up, and his mouth was closed.

"Dip it in salt, this thing is delicious, it's too greasy without salt grains. Lao Lin persuaded him to eat it with salt, and then eat a sour cucumber, which tasted better.

Ding Fan thought to himself that now Bai Yi didn't know who he had sent to keep an eye on him, and the best disguise was to have a good drink.

He and Lao Lin Tou pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and the two of them drank until noon.

When he drove back to the Beishan Hotel drunk, the motorcycle swayed in and almost hit Chen Beishan.

"Comrade police officer, what are you so happy about? Hurry up and go into the house to sleep, Ah Wang, they were still arguing just now and waiting for you to train, saying that you want to teach them to practice baton skills, you, see if I can follow along?" Chen Beishan was so frightened that he jumped back a few steps, and when the sidecar stopped crookedly, he went up and said flatteringly.

Ding Fan was covered with a pungent smell of wine lees, spit a few sips of wine on his collar, and the dirt was stained on the buttons of his clothes, and he was so drunk that he didn't bother to wipe it off.

"Where's the baton, where is the baton? Put it for me, whoever dares to take it, the labor and management will kill him. Ding Fan drooped his head, raised it again, opened his eyes with great difficulty, looked at Chen Beishan with a crimson gaze, was stunned for a moment, smiled stupidly, seemed to remember something again, pointed to his nose, and shouted vulgarly: "Know, know, aren't you Chen Nanshan? ”

As soon as Chen Beishan heard that he had even said his name wrong, his eyes revealed a trace of imperceptible coldness, and he went to the guest room in the middle with Ding Fan.

When he put him on the bed, Chen Beishan seemed to be examining a cunning fox, looking from beginning to end, looking forward to observing from which place or a certain detail this guy was pretending.

"Ding Fan, I'll put this thing in the accounting cabinet for you to keep it, you haven't drunk it less. His hand touched the holster of Ding Fan's belt, and moved slightly, as if helping to untie it.

It's a real pistol, and the bullet clip next to it is full of bullets from the dining room!

"Drink, drink, what kind of things, wallets, guns, you take them all, Uncle Lin, we are friends, you know each other!" Ding Fan said drunkly, his eyes were hazy, he stretched out his arms, grabbed Chen Beishan's hand, tightened his mouth, and went up to ask for his relatives.

Chen Beishan is also a good guy, and he runs a hotel, so he naturally understands that this guy is drunk nine times out of ten.

"Mmmm, help you keep it......" Chen Beishan struggled out, but he couldn't push too hard, one hand gently pressed his arm, and the other hand decisively touched the pistol!

The pistol was heavy, about the weight of an adult's head, and he grabbed the handle of the gun, opened the holster protector, and grabbed it in his hand at once.

The black gun left the holster, although it was only a little bit, but Chen Beishan's eyes couldn't hold back the ecstasy that he had never had before, and he seemed to be able to hear his heart beating violently, and secretly thought: "Oh my God, this is a real gun, the policeman's, I actually got it." ”

He almost saw the scene after the next second: he took Ding Fan's big five and four pistols away, and the next day Ding Fan searched all the places, and the Lin family shop also went to rummage through, but he didn't even find the shadow of the gun.

And after a long time, the rumors and rumors on the road spread that he got it, and Chen Beishan's name was worshiped as a god in various criminal groups in society for a while, and even Baiyi White Wolf had to let himself set up another mountain.

But he didn't expect Ding Fan to be excited, groggy and nonsense, turned around sharply, instinctively slapped his stomach, the gun bar tied to the handle of the pistol was pulled violently, and the pistol fell out of his hand.

This gun is as thick as half a finger, black and yellow, is a real old cowhide processing and production, although the years are long, but the more weathered the wind and rain more and more strong, all at once the two and a half pounds of pistol pulled back.

"Ah......" Chen Beishan's mouth suddenly grew long enough to fit a big duck egg, his eyes widened, and the sweat on his forehead suddenly appeared.

He was now in a complicated mood of excited joy and great worry, and his psychological sensitivity was like a thin paper that could be torn by blowing a bomb, so that Ding Fan was frightened by the sudden situation, and he only felt that his legs were filled with lead, and he wanted to hide back, but he didn't go out.

Fortunately, Ding Fan just turned around, habitually grabbed the pistol, stuffed it into his stomach, turned around and fell asleep.

Ding Fan's snoring was not loud, even and rhythmic, and it seemed that he was asleep, but Chen Beishan gently touched his head, and suddenly felt a little wet in his crotch, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "I'm scared to death, if you give me a shot back, Lao Tzu will die in vain." ”

Coming out of Ding Fan's room, he quietly closed the door for him, he didn't delay at all, took the bicycle from the root of the wall, and galloped towards Bai Yi's residence in the southwest corner.

In a small courtyard surrounded by high canes, Bai Yizheng sat on the recliner in the room, skillfully touching the jade wrench, listening to the "Water Margin" being broadcast on the radio, and humming in his mouth: "The flower monk Lu Zhishen drank a bowl of wine happily, glanced at the noisy crow above his head, looked at the weeping willow with a thick hug, and suddenly ......"

Chen Beishan walked in and said lightly: "Boss, I'm here." ”

"Oh, what's going on, tell me. The ferocity on Bai Yi's face disappeared in an instant, and he said calmly and calmly as never before.

This is not his usual style, since he came out to mix, he has been relying on fighting and killing, not to mention the brother who is not good at doing things, that is, the little brother who has performed well, he was in a bad mood for a while, and he directly slapped the fan and opened the fan.

Now, he found that something was wrong with Chen Beishan, as if he was not afraid of himself at all, and his expression was so righteous.

"I almost did a big one, and the gun was almost ...... by me" Chen Beishan squatted on the ground and told the story from beginning to end, especially when he was asleep, he took the pistol in his hand, but he didn't expect the pistol to be tied to such a strong gun bar, the process was thrilling, and he was only a little bit away from getting it in his hand.

"Big brother, if I get my hands on this, I will raise my hand and give a shuttle, it's a big deal to go up the mountain and hide for two years, and Lao Tzu can be regarded as a public security officer. Bai Yi's fingers stroked flexibly, as if he was feeling the warmth of the jade, while analyzing the details he heard, Chen Beishan looked at him and seemed to be smiling, and directly made up a nonsense, saying that he would kill this kid.

"Wait a minute, let's see what else he has done in the past few days, you are ready for money and women, why don't you get a few pieces of dog's head gold, what about it......" Bai Yi slowly pondered about Ding Fan's matter today, and got drunk at the breakfast shop after agreeing to Bai Ling to her, and now he almost lost his gun and fell asleep like a dead pig.