The young traffic policeman shook his head and smiled bitterly, took off his hat in distress, and kept scratching his head, there are too many strange facts encountered today, and now his brain has been shut down, and he doesn't know what to do at all!

Of course, this is not to blame the young traffic police, if it is a general situation, the old man is injured, no matter how he quibbles at the end, the law is just.

The difficulty now is that the old man in front of him has no scars at all, and he is the perpetrator, so he has to mess around, it's simple.

Jiang Fan on the side looked at his mobile phone and found that it was almost 11 o'clock, and if it was any longer, I was afraid that the Xijing Chess Academy would have to get off work.

Feeling ruthless, extraordinary measures are needed at extraordinary times, anyway, this old man must have touched porcelain, so what scruples does he have, he went directly to the ground, pretending to cry, "Oh, my little cold waist, oops, my Bolinggai......"

The old man was still crying, and suddenly heard Jiang Fan's voice, he was stunned for a moment, and then blew his beard and glared: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Jiang Fan turned over, pretended to glance at the deformed bicycle not far away, and suddenly burst into tears, "Oops, it turns out that I was hit here!" ”

The old man was stunned, he didn't react to Jiang Fan's tricks at all, and said in a daze: "Who hit you." ”

"Of course it's you." Jiang Fan wiped his tears and pointed directly at the old man.

The old man exploded when he heard this, and sat up from the ground with a kick, "Who hit you, you tell me clearly." ”

"You didn't hit me, how did the bike deform, you didn't hit me, how did I sit on the ground, comrade traffic police, you have to call the shots for me......"

Jiang Fan's interpretation was sincere, but the end and the young traffic policeman next to him were dumbfounded, opened their mouths wide, and looked confused.

"Ah...... You, you, you ......" The old man was almost angry with Jiang Fan and had a heart attack, and he was about to run away when he jumped up.

However, at this time, the old traffic policeman finally came over, took out his mobile phone, clicked it a few times, and then glared at Jiang Fan who was sitting on the ground, "Why don't you go to heaven, around!" ”

Then he squeezed out a smile and whispered to the old man: "Old man, you misunderstood, it was really you who hit this young man, and I have monitoring here." ”

In fact, the old traffic police have long followed the young traffic police here, but they didn't come here as soon as they felt that things were difficult.

After thinking about it clearly, I found that there were cameras here, and then I remembered the stupid method of adjusting the monitoring.

Now that the old traffic policeman has come up with evidence, there is no need for Jiang Fan to continue acting, so he quickly got up from the ground and looked at the old traffic policeman with a respectful face.

The old traffic policeman glared at Jiang Fan again, as if to say, "Stinky boy, you dare to play with porcelain under my nose, hum ......"

Jiang Fan also knew that he didn't pay attention, so he laughed awkwardly, and stood next to him, not speaking.

The old man walked over slowly, looked suspiciously at the monitoring of the old traffic police, and a picture came into view.

On the black-and-white screen, a speeding bicycle crashes into the body of the end of the motorcycle.

Then the bike overturned, and the motorcycle fell and smashed on the front wheel of the bicycle, so that the bicycle was deformed, and the truth was revealed.

"Oops! I'm confused, I can't imagine that I really bumped into this young man and wronged a good person. Young man, you're not hurt, do you want to go to the hospital? ”

When the old man saw that he really hit someone, he immediately ran to Motu's side and patted the dirt on Motu's body, and saw the trace of blood on Motu's forehead, and touched it distressedly.

Mo Tu touched his head embarrassedly, "Uncle, you are old, ride slowly, you fell just now, does it still hurt?" ”

Seeing that the matter was resolved smoothly, the young traffic policeman breathed a sigh of relief and showed a satisfied smile.

But he didn't want the old man to suddenly turn his head and glared at Jiang Fan viciously, "I'm fine, this young man is a good person, but the one over there who is full of bad water is not a good bird at first glance!" ”

Jiang Fan's face darkened, and he cried out in his heart, "Uncle, if you don't touch porcelain, do I need to make such a decision?" Oops, it's annoying! ”

Or the old traffic policeman came to play a round game, and said with a smile: "It's all a misunderstanding, forget it in the past, uncle, do you want me to send you back if your bike is broken?" ”

"No, no, no, the young man didn't say anything, how can I pull down this old face and let you send it back."

Seeing the old traffic policeman, the old man smiled happily, eagerly glanced at the end of the road, and wanted to pat the end of the shoulder, but because of his short stature, he really couldn't reach it.

However, at the end of the way, he saw the old man's thoughts, and hurriedly half-squatted down, so that the old man could pat him on the shoulder, and the old man nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, comrade traffic police, you can do me a favor, I'm old, and I can't hold the bicycle anymore, so you can help me lose it, and I'll get a new one another day." ”

"No problem, you go slowly!" The old traffic policeman smiled and sent the old man into a taxi himself.

Seeing that the old man was about to leave, he didn't want to suddenly point at Jiang Fan again and said viciously: "Young people learn more and learn well, if they have bad stomachs, they will have no interest in the future." After shaking off this sentence, he snorted coldly, closed the car window, and floated away.

Jiang Fan's face was full of grievances, and he could only watch the great god walk away, smiling bitterly.

Solving the problem of touching porcelain, the old traffic policeman asked the end with a smile, "Now that your 'fitness equipment' has landed, according to the traffic law, without a driving license, hand over your key and go with us." ”

"Huh? No, no, no, it hasn't landed yet, I'm just resting. The end was startled, and quickly picked up the motorcycle from the ground, raised it high again, laughed, and ran away.

Jiang Fan's face turned green, and he couldn't think of running away at the end, where was he still a little bit of a big brother, so he only rubbed his sore forehead, bowed to the two traffic policemen again, and then ran away......

Ten minutes later

The young traffic policeman pulled down the window, looked at the panting end and Jiang Fan running outside, and said with a smile: "Master, you have been a traffic police officer for so many years, how many times have you encountered this kind of thing?" ”

"Once in a lifetime is enough for a headache, how many more times do you want to encounter it?" The old traffic policeman glanced at the young traffic policeman, leaned on the seat boredly, and stared at the window in a daze.

"Master, this guy is really deadly, he can run for so long with something weighing hundreds of pounds, don't say it, I really admire him a little."

The old traffic policeman sighed, and he didn't know if he heard the young traffic policeman's words, and said to himself: "I just want to send him to the hospital to see, why is this guy so timid, it's really ......"

"Master, you see that he runs so hard, it is estimated that it is not a big problem, but the brother in the back is enough to choke. Look at that body, I'm afraid I'm going to lose my breath if I run like this. ”

The young traffic policeman had a wicked smile on his face, what happened today was enough for him to go back and brag for a while, it was simply unheard of.

"Less schadenfreude there, some injuries, can't be seen, it's better to escort for a while. As for the little guy in the back...... "The old traffic policeman hesitated slightly, as if he remembered that he had said that they had an urgent matter at the beginning, and shouted directly at Jiang Fan: "Young man, aren't you in a hurry, sit up, and we will give you a ride." ”

Jiang Fan has never run such a long way since he was a child, and now he is sweating profusely, and he is out of breath, the old traffic policeman said this, and he was suddenly a little moved.

After thinking about it, he was running like this at the end, wouldn't it be too unrighteous for him to sit up, so he had to shake his head with a wry smile and said, "Thank you, I'm not tired, I can still run." ”

"Oops! I really met two strange things today, hehe......" The young traffic policeman couldn't help laughing out loud at that time.

The old traffic policeman couldn't help but slap the young traffic policeman on the back of the head again, and said with a black face: "Roll the calf, drive well." ”

The young traffic policeman's hat was suddenly blocked by the old traffic policeman, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Master, the hat has fallen off, and I can't see the road......"

Along the way, it may be joyful for the two traffic policemen, but for the end and Jiang Fan, it is painful, one is running blindly with hundreds of pounds of weight, and the other is not physically strong.

In the end, the speed became slower and slower, and it was not until more than three hours later that Mo Tu and Jiang Fan were sweating profusely and collapsed at the main entrance of the Xijing Chess Academy, snorting and panting.