As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

He picked up his luggage, walked to a small shop outside the station to buy some things, followed his older brother's example, wrapped himself in his clothes, and walked in leisurely with the team.

The luggage is fine because it only contains clothes, quilts and other things.

When the people arrived, Zhao Dashan was still a little nervous. He tried hard to keep a straight face so as not to show his guilty look.

Drop drop drop drop.

The security gate still sounded the alarm, but the security guard still ignored it.

He picked up the instrument and quickly scanned it over Zhao Dashan, and the beeping alarm sounded again.

"If you have anything, please take it out quickly. There are people queuing behind you. Don't waste everyone's time." The security officer said impatiently.

Zhao Dashan smiled innocently, and quickly said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't really understand the rules."

"Then hurry up, there are people waiting behind." The security officer got angry when he saw Zhao Dashan just talking without taking anything. Aren't you wasting more time?

"Eh, eh."

Zhao Dashan slowly pulled out something that looked like a pistol from his clothes and said softly, "I have this one, it's made of iron."

The security inspector was a little nervous when he first saw the gun, but after a closer look, he immediately scolded him impatiently: "If you want to smoke, use a proper lighter. Don't buy these fancy ones. They're scary. Get out of here."

"Next one! Come here quickly!" the security officer shouted at the person who was not moving behind.

Zhao Dashan's heart was in his throat just now, fearing that the security officer would scan him again, but he didn't expect that the security officer was too busy to do it.

He packed his things quickly and walked into the bus station holding a pistol-shaped lighter.

The elder brother was still waiting for him, "Little brother, you have a good understanding."

"Hehe, big brother, you are more experienced."

"By the way, brother, I remember that there were only machine inspections here before, why did they suddenly add manual inspections?"

"I heard that the head of a nearby village was killed and the chief of the police station's gun was stolen, so they tightened up. These people are just pretending. I heard that it happened before the New Year. It's been so long. There's no point in investigating now. They're gone, right?"

Zhao Dashan was shocked because it was because of his murder.

The eldest brother thought that this trick was useless, but he didn't know that it was he himself who released the murderer into Wuzhou.

The eldest brother then taught Zhao Dashan some survival skills, which benefited Zhao Dashan a lot.

After saying goodbye to this big brother, Zhao Dashan finally got on the bus to Dingzhou. The journey was relatively safe. Most of the passengers were people who had gone out to work early. He arrived in Dingzhou around five o'clock in the afternoon.

Dingzhou has developed at a similar level to Wuzhou and is considered a third or fourth tier city. It still retains many buildings from the 1990s. Dingzhou's bus station was also built in the 1990s and is in a good location in the urban area.

After getting off the car, Zhao Dashan took a deep breath. It was the air of freedom. He finally escaped.

They had already arrived at the hotel. There were many small restaurants around the station. Being in a good mood, Zhao Dashan naturally had a good appetite. He ordered a pork head and a smashed cucumber, and two bottles of beer. He had a dinner that he thought was very sumptuous.

Zhao Dashan's alcohol tolerance was not very good. After two bottles of beer, he was already a little tipsy. The pleasure brought by drinking was really great.

Under the influence of alcohol, he decided not to take the bus and took a taxi directly. He still had 3 yuan in his pocket and he didn't know when he would be caught, so he might as well enjoy himself.

The station has always been a mixed place, especially when it comes to taking taxis. There are regular taxis as well as black cars that pick up passengers.

As soon as Zhao Dashan came out, he was stopped by a middle-aged driver, "Brother, do you want to take a taxi? We are cheaper than taxis."

Although he has money in his pocket, years of frugal life still make him unable to resist the word "cheap".

"How much does it cost to go to the building materials market on the outskirts of the city?" Zhao Dashan said while burping.

"It's not expensive. I'll give you 20 yuan off the taxi fare. Come, my car is over here, get in." The driver enthusiastically pulled Zhao Dashan.

The drunken Zhao Dashan felt a little nauseous due to the cold wind. He could hardly stand when his master pulled him, so he just followed him.

When the master saw that the job was done, he quickly led Zhao Dashan to the car, a slightly shabby sedan.

Zhao Dashan didn't think much about it. He felt dizzy now, so he just wanted to sit in the back seat for a while. He opened the door and got in, then lay down on the back seat and fell asleep.

Zhao Dashan vaguely felt the car body shaking constantly. The driver in front seemed to be a little worried about him. He looked back at him from time to time, then took out his phone and made a call.

He didn't hear clearly what was said, he only heard a few words, "meet", "together", "outsider".

The car drove from Dingzhou city to the suburbs, and the car body became more and more bumpy. Zhao Dashan thought that it must be because we were out of the city and the road was getting worse.

After driving for about half an hour, the car stopped. Zhao Dashan was a little sober. He stood up and asked dazedly, "Master, are we there yet?"

The driver in the front seat turned around and gave him a weird smile, "Brother, you have arrived."

When he spoke, he even emphasized the word "you", but Zhao Dashan was dull to begin with and couldn't understand all these twists and turns.

"How much?" He reached his hand into his clothes, but suddenly stopped and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Master, where is this? It doesn't look like a construction site. I'm going to the construction site."

Outside the car, it was pitch black on a winter night. Under the light of the car lights, there were no buildings except some short trees and weeds.

He remembered Chengzi told him that this was a construction market that was going to be demolished, but there was nothing here.

The driver in the front seat didn't say anything, but got out of the car with a sneer, and opened the back door, "Get out of the car, you've arrived when you said you've arrived."

Zhao Dashan got off the car with his luggage, looking silly. He looked around and saw that it was really a desolate place.

"Master, this is not right. I'm not coming here." Zhao Dashan was sure that this was definitely not his destination, so he looked at the driver and asked.

The driver's expression had completely changed. He no longer had the warm face he had at the station before. He said angrily, "Little brother, didn't someone teach you something before you left the house? Don't show off your wealth. Do you understand?"

After saying that, he clapped his hands, and suddenly two young men walked out from the darkness, each holding an iron rod in his hand and with a fierce look on his face.

Zhao Dashan was sobered up all of a sudden. He realized that he was being robbed, or rather, he was being driven by a black car driver who specifically bullied outsiders.

Zhao Facheng also told them before that they must not be greedy for cheapness. In many places, the illegal taxis are all small hooligans who will tell you the cheapness at first and take you for only ten or twenty yuan.