when the moon whispers

Chapter 166 Thief-Stall

The fourth thief
fifteen stalls

I don't have the heart to listen to the little auxiliary police officers who have a difficult life and are a little embarrassed.

The area near the controlled road section needs to be cleared as much as possible to prevent crowds from gathering to watch, but decisions within the scope of responsibility are really difficult for a small auxiliary police officer who has no patrol duty and is not able to make decisions.He awkwardly dodged the stall owner's reaching arm, and looked at Jiang Mo, who was holding a serious police officer's certificate in his pocket, shuffling towards him as if he was seeing his savior, hurriedly jumping back, and muttered something to her about going. He picked up the walkie-talkie in the car and asked the master on duty at the station what to do. He turned around and ran away, rubbing Jiang Mo's left shoulder. In three or two steps, he was far away from the stall owner who was trying to catch the yawning Officer Jiang to help him judge. .

"...Eh? Why are you still leaving? I called and asked why you are still carrying someone?!" The stall owner stretched out his arms and grabbed an empty space. He was dumbfounded for a long time, then turned around and dragged Shunfeng to listen to Jiang Mo's general complaint. : "Officer Jiang, look! I'm not messing around without a license or a license. I just do my business honestly and I don't get into the line you drew. I can't even do it outside? He also said that he would let me Stay away from the intersection and choose a different place to set up... Then if you can set up a stall casually, why should I drag it to the place where the dead people are? I-I... I want to complain!"

"Why file a complaint... It's not easy for you but it's easy for him? At the end of the month, I got about two thousand yuan, and the wind was howling and the sky was freezing all night. There is a slope at this intersection, and it's not safe to go back and forth. I really want to Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"

Jiang Mo nodded slightly with the auxiliary police comrade who was running away from Sayazi, turned his eyes and quickly helped the stall owner to catch the electric tricycle that was slipping away, and looked at the fireworks stall owner with raised eyebrows and then his face dropped in surprise. With a bitter face, he shrank his shoulders and shuddered, "I'm just calling to help you solve the problem. I'm not overly enforcing the law, and I'm not saying that I don't care. If you call me over, I can't stand on your side. I'll wait for him to call back." Let’s discuss what the result is... But to be honest, the police cars will be here at about six o’clock and there will be a line of people on the roadside. Even if your stall can be set up, it will not be easy to sell. "

"Then they won't drive me out directly..." The owner of the fireworks stall has only known Jiang Mo for a long time at best. Even if we have a few words, we are destined to be friends and relatives.He went around to the back of the car and put a brick under the wheel. He rolled up his sleeves and raised his elbows to make a circle in front of him: "I'm just thinking about putting it here. If I sell it well or badly, I can make a big profit. Delaying your investigation."

"I really don't care about this. Don't be impatient and ask the police station..." Jiang Mo had a lot of contact with small businesses and hawkers when he was an intern at the police station in the early years. The stalls and carts were his job.She smiled noncommittally, chatted and shrugged. She picked up the plastic certificate hanging on the handlebar and took a look at it: "Brother, should this be considered a mobile stall? Is it run by the Urban Management Office or the neighborhood committee?"

"Hey, eldest brother, if I had asked for a wife two years earlier, I would have been the same age as your father... It was very troublesome to apply for my business license. I even ran over to the street and city management. Mainly, the fireworks were strictly controlled. The neighborhood committee They only let you set up a stall in this area. If you go to other places, I will confiscate it... What if you use the money in reverse..." The boss stood loosely leaning on the handle of the tricycle and sighed. After taking a breath, he chatted a few words and stopped being so aggressive, "I just had a fight with my wife early in the morning, with fire. If it doesn't work, I will put it up tomorrow and sell it until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Every day I make money counts, and I won't do it." It's causing trouble to comrades in the police. We should be able to drive here tomorrow, right, Officer Jiang?"

"If it's fast, it will be about the same this afternoon. For those who are celebrating the New Year, taking a day and a half to spend time with your family is not better than blowing in the cold wind here?" Jiang Mo sniffed and blinked, and suddenly changed his voice: "You stall... When did you start putting it up? I think I met you when I was running here on New Year's Day... on Xiaonian's day?" "If you don't get stuck with your wife in the morning, you'll be kicked out... She's still tired of staying with her -" the stall owner muttered After saying this, he waved his hand and cleared his throat with a shy face, still a little shy: "The stall was set up on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month. I even set it up until almost eight o'clock on New Year's Eve, so I just went home yesterday." It’s a little early…What’s wrong, Officer Jiang?”

"Have you noticed Ma Xuhong in the past few days when setting up a stall? He is the person who was involved in the car accident yesterday. What time does he usually enter and exit the community...or does he interact with anyone?" Jiang Mo turned his head and looked at the gate of the community and the fireworks that were almost separated by a road. He glanced around the stalls, looked at the confused expression of the stall owner, paused for a moment, and changed the wording of his inquiry to a slightly broader word: "Do you have any impression of him?"

"Not really..." The stall owner shrank his neck and a chill ran down his spine. He was probably frightened by the tragic scene of yesterday's car accident. He shook his head with the bloody face in his head and said, "It's not that he is a thief. Really? Then people who usually go in and out are not allowed to carry people on their backs?"

"...Ma Xuhong is quite cautious among the habitual offenders." Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows, but without going into details, he changed the subject in a sideways way: "Yesterday at the scene, I heard onlookers in the community saying... There always seems to be something going on on this road?"

When the stall owner heard these words, he suddenly became excited. He put his sleeves up and moved closer to Jiang Mo. He muttered something mysteriously in a deep voice and lowered his lips: "They all said that this road was built in a weird way... Tsk, but I'm the one who wants it." Come on, it’s not possible to rely on planning. This road is wide and is just a small road next to a residential building. Illegal parking is strictly checked and there are no warnings and controls to pay attention to pedestrians. The traffic lights are several miles away from this intersection. Turning in, there is a clear road, and all the speedsters go here... I must have set up a stall here to sell fireworks for a few years. It is just the Chinese New Year, and I have seen seven car accidents, big and small. Eight. In the first two years, I was not the only one selling fireworks here. I also ran into a driver who was racing during the Chinese New Year, and the stall was knocked away. Later, the guy lost a leg - but I heard that the driver was a rich man. Damn, we lost a lot of money. But if we talk about how much we lost, it would be in vain if our legs were gone..."

The stall owner was stunned for a moment mid-sentence, then he rubbed his unshaven chin belatedly: "Hey, don't mention Officer Jiang. The day before yesterday... oh no, the day before yesterday, before closing the stall, a car passed by here. If you really want to put it all together, there is a car lying like a stinky lady, which is quite similar to the one that ran away from the car accident yesterday. The car stopped halfway - "

The stall owner tilted his shoulders and pointed far away: "It's right there, in front of the canteen outside the community wall. He looks like a human being and looks like a dog... I bought a bottle of Coke and gave away several red bills. The wife of the boss always said to everyone she met, I have been chattering for a long time."

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　　Today I wish you all good luck in your work, study and life~ The villain is gone!
　　
　
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