“The police!I found it!”

With a sound of excitement breaking the calm in the room, relying on the chair already a little sleepy Lin Xiu suddenly opened his eyes, and then stood up impatiently.

"Really?"

Lin Xiu did not say a word, and hurried to the subordinate who had just reported to him.With the arrival of Lin Xiuyi, the people around them also stopped their work and quietly gathered.

“Police, please watch!This is a video taken by the camera near the station, here... here... and here...”

As the subordinate played three screens in turn, Lin Xiuyi finally saw a full picture of a wandering wanderer pushing the shopping cart near the station.

A man in heavy clothing is pushing his shopping cart on a slow road near the station.At this moment, his trolley was littered with some cardboard and drink bottles.Although the clothes on the body are still clean, as long as you look at what is placed on the trolley, most people will naturally classify this man as a tramp.

Because the man's face has been covered by a mask, coupled with his head and a hood on his cold suit, it is impossible to identify the appearance of the vagabond.But one of the details in the picture is to remind Lin Xiu of a word he heard when he was chatting with the homeless people in the park.

“His hands are clean, completely different from us.”

When Lin Xiu suddenly thought of this sentence, he couldn't wait to say to his subordinates:

“Could you give him a close-up?”

“Please wait a moment!”

With the operation of the subordinates, the center point of the picture gradually concentrated on the position of the target person's hand, accompanied by a gradually clear picture, Lin Xiu clearly saw the position of the suspect's hand.

It was a very clean hand, and if compared to the hands of the vagabonds who were encountered in the park during the day, the hand looked very eye-catching.With a little attention, you can notice that this guy who looks like a tramp should be a fake.

While the kidnappers were besieged at the gas station, a man disguised as a tramp appeared near the station not far from the gas station.Even if you don’t think about it, everyone knows that there must be a problem here.

“It was so cunning that we were all our attention to the gas station, and his accomplices had long since escaped with the money.”

The flower-shaped woman stood beside Lin Xiuyi, a remorseful complaint.I can’t believe so many police officers were so dragged around by the kidnappers.

"If my speculation is good, I think the ransom should have been in this trolley."

Lin Xiu put his hands on his chest and slowly straightened up and said slowly.There was a smile on his face.

Although a somewhat suspicious tramp still can not prove anything, but so far, the clues found by the police have been closer to the speculation before Lin Xiu.This makes Lin Xiu more confident in his own speculation!

"Look for one another in these surveillance videos to see if you can find more images related to this vagabond..."

“Hi there!”

With the order of Lin Xiu, the people present felt excited and cheered.

...

"Please take a look at our new program, Mr. Neeyama!"The partner I found this time is very talented!”

The head of the Bendo Theater, Neeyama, was somewhat helpless and dragged from the background to the seat of the stage by Dongxiang Xianji.Although there are still many work things waiting for Mr. Neeyama to deal with, the difficult Dongxiang Xianji will not consider these issues.

"Dongxiang, I really have a lot of work to do today, so I can only give you ten minutes, ten minutes later, no matter how good your program is, I only ask you not to bother me again!"

"Don't you do that, Mr. Neeyama, this time we really think of a creative idea that no one else can surpass to come to you."

Dongxiang Xianyi's pleasant face recommended to Mr. Neishan for the new program he came up with, but from Mr. Neishan's somewhat impatient expression, Dongxiang's words were not heard by the other party.

“Don’t say anything, if there’s nothing to do!”I can only give you 10 minutes.”

Mr. Neeyama, the manager of the Bendo Theater, waved his hand somewhat tired and motioned that Dongxiang Xianji no longer needed to talk nonsense.Dongxiang looked at Mr. Neishan with embarrassment, and then turned around and ran to the direction of the stage.

“Hello, I haven’t seen you here in a long time at this theater.”

Just as Dongxiang stood on the stage and said the opening words, Mr. Neeshan, who was sitting under the stage, urged Dongxiang with some impatience:

"That... Dongxiang, I really don't have time to watch your complete program, if you can, can you go directly to the interesting part of the back?"

“The tid?But . . .

If not, then next time!I’ll have time to watch your show again!”

“Oh, no. No, no!We can, and that goes into the back part...”

Seeing that Mr. Neeshan was about to get up and leave, Dongxiang Xianji hurriedly removed the last hesitation in his heart and put his program into the back part.

When Dongxiang took a children's toy guitar from his prop bag, Mr. Neeyama was still looking at him with a serious expression.And Dongxiang saw Mr. Neeshan's angry face, had to strong spirit began to play the hand of the toy guitar.

Although Dongxiang holds a toy in his hand, he tried a sound a little, accompanied by a harsh sound from a string, Mr. Neishan, sitting under the stage, still does not know what Dongxiang wants to do with the toy...

However, when Dongxiang closed his eyes and began to play, a beautiful guitar accompaniment suddenly sounded.This is really a little unexpected, which makes Mr. Neeyama finally have a little curiosity about the Dongxiang program.

As the program continued, Dongxiang continued to take out the instruments that were used as children's toys from his pocket, but the sound of these instruments was the same as professional playing.Unconsciously, the ten minutes set by Mr. Neeshan passed this way.

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