Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 84: A handful of chili powder made me cry (please subscribe)
However, when He Yuzhu saw him, he had a new idea. He wanted to ask where Wang Cuiping was. After all, she was also a poor woman, and he could help her when necessary.

"Are you looking for my Aunt Wang?"

"No." Zhao Fengnian's face changed. If he didn't know that this child was just an ordinary child in the courtyard, he would have thought that his actions were exposed.

"Then why are you going to Tianjin?" He Yuzhu continued to ask.

"Children should not ask about adult matters."

"Tsk, then I won't ask, but where does my Aunt Wang live? My mother told me that if I can find her, I should go visit her when I have time to see if she's doing well!"

"It's not convenient for her. I'll ask her to come see you when I have time. By the way, where are you going to learn cooking?" Zhao Fengnian looked unnatural and his tone was obviously perfunctory.

"Huifang Tower."

"Halal restaurant, isn't your father a Shandong cuisine chef?"

"Hehe, my dad said he can't teach me anymore." He Yuzhu laughed.

"You mean?"

"That's what you thought!"

"Good boy, you are really capable!" Zhao Fengnian gave him a thumbs up.

At this time, a flight attendant came over in a hurry. When passing by their seat, he pretended to fall down and then made a gesture to Zhao Fengnian.

Zhao Fengnian's face changed drastically. After the flight attendant left, he first said to He Yuzhu: "Zhuzi, I have a friend over there. I'll go over and take a look."

"Okay, you go ahead and do your work first." He Yuzhu remained calm.

After Zhao Fengnian stood up and took his suitcase in front of He Yuzhu's surprised eyes, he nodded at He Yuzhu and squeezed along the aisle towards the rear of the car.

Soon, several people squeezed over from the front of the car.

There were people dressed in all kinds of styles. The one in the lead was wearing a navy blue Zhongshan suit, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and he had a pen on his chest, looking like a cadre.

Behind him stood a middle-aged man with a scar at the corner of his eye and his hat brim pulled down very low. He showed a little surprise when he glanced at He Yuzhu, and then continued to scan the crowd.

"Where are the people?" the man in the Zhongshan suit asked the scarred man.

"Ran!"

"Hurry up and chase!"

"Make way! Please pass!" The scarred man just nodded, then used his body to violently push away the passenger blocking his way, his right hand always pressing on the bulge on his waist.

The two young men in student uniforms following behind him had tense expressions and their waists were slightly bulging, obviously hiding something.

As they passed through, the noisy chatter and laughter in the carriage suddenly died down for a moment, and the passengers subconsciously made way for them, as if they sensed some kind of danger.

The scarred man led the way and left the man in the Zhongshan suit behind. After they passed, He Yuzhu stood up and shouted, "I have to pee!" and chased after them.

When he passed by the bathroom and saw that it was full of people, he made an excuse to squeeze into the next car.

He Yuzhu squeezed through two carriages and saw from a distance that the scarred man had subdued a conductor and was escorting him to the front carriage.

He Yuzhu glanced at the attendant's profile. It was the same person who had just reported the news to Zhao Fengnian. He lowered his body and squeezed forward. The narrow aisle was packed with passengers, and the movement behind naturally caught the attention of the man in the Mao suit who was at the back.

When he turned around, something was coming towards him.

Subconsciously he wanted to pull out his gun, but it was too late, so he could only reach out to grab it. It didn't matter, as with a "pop" sound, the thing was torn apart, and it turned out to be a paper bag.

Then he screamed: "Ah, my eyes."

As he shouted, the spicy powder instantly filled the air, the passengers around him coughed in unison, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

He Yuzhu covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth, and had already put on the motorcycle goggles on his face. He had found this thing on the night he came back from a motorcycle ride. After thinking it over, he carefully checked the trunk of the motorcycle and found a leather helmet. He was very depressed and felt that he had suffered the cold for nothing.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he squeezed next to the man in the Zhongshan suit, then pretended to trip and hit him in the head with an elbow, causing the man in the Zhongshan suit to spit blood and fall to the ground.

After hearing the screams, the two students in suits drew their guns and finally rushed to the man in Zhongshan suits, but were greeted by two paper bags. They had no time to hide, and the paper bags burst, spilling out a cloud of powder. The two guys began to cough and sneeze violently, and the people around them also suffered, wailing and screaming as they were trampled.

This time, He Yuzhu threw not chili powder, but a mixture of pepper powder and Sichuan pepper powder, and in large quantities.

By the time the two guys realized what was happening, they had already been shot, their arms had been cut off, and they were knocked unconscious. They didn't even see who did it.

While the two students were pretending to put out the fire, the scarred man held the flight attendant at gunpoint and continued to squeeze forward.

I cursed the Zhongshan suit in my heart: "It's useless."

He knew very well that it was the helpers who had arrived. He just wanted his followers to delay for a while, because they were almost at the rear of the car. If he caught the helpers, he would only need to shoot them and the problem would be solved.

What he didn't expect was that his two followers were defeated as soon as they met.

Then the flight attendant put up a fierce resistance. The scarred man raised his gun to warn others, but a steel bullet hit his gun hand with a "bang". The gun fell to the ground, and then the flight attendant hit him in the lower body with his knee. The pain made his face twisted, but he still wanted to pick up the gun with his other hand.

After the flight attendant stepped hard on his injured hand, He Yuzhu saw Lao Zhao rushing over from the other side. He was holding a broken mop handle in his hand and smashing it against the back of the scarred man's head.

It was not known whether the man was killed or not, but he was motionless. Then the flight attendant solemnly thanked Lao Zhao for helping to subdue the robber.

Then he mobilized the passengers to tie up the remaining three people and locked them in the lounge. Of course, the guns and documents of the other three people were taken away by He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu also took advantage of the chaos and slipped into a bathroom, changed into similar clothes, washed his face, and made sure that there was no smell of chili powder and pepper on his body. He squeezed back into his own compartment and looked at the luggage rack. Luckily, his old suitcase was still there. Perhaps there were valuable things in it that the thief had let go.

When the train arrived in Tianjin, before the door opened, I saw a team of police officers waiting outside the platform, as well as some capable plainclothes officers.

As soon as the train stopped and the door opened, these people rushed up and headed straight for the rear carriage.

The other carriages also needed to be checked when getting off the train. He Yuzhu took out his ID and a few dollars from the space. Wouldn't it arouse suspicion if he went out without a penny?

Fortunately, He Yuzhu's father wrote that he was sixteen years old on his pass and travel permit, otherwise he really couldn't explain it clearly.

After questioning him for half an hour, the police registered where he was going before letting him go.

Are there no loopholes? Yes, those who did not get off the bus early in his seat must have seen him talking to Lao Zhao, but these people didn't know it was because of Lao Zhao.

Moreover, Lao Zhao and the conductor should have gotten off the bus in advance, and the disabled people were missing. In any case, He Yuzhu did not see the police taking those people off the bus, so this is an unsolved case.

(End of this chapter)