Chapter 47 Section 10

"call!" Suddenly opened his eyes.With one hand, he is pulling the button of the miniature jet landing, and with the other, he is holding the non-existent fragrant shoulder. What greeted him were a few pairs of puzzled almost dull eyes, and mouths that could not be closed. Looking at the winning lottery in the mirror, his face is bearded, dusty, and a bird is exposed. Wait...mirror? "satyr!" The screams one after another made the old Qunzhi quickly pull up his pants and look around in a panic. where? when? Familiar and strong fragrance, old furnishings, and infinitely extended space through mirrors.This is a hair salon.

A somewhat familiar scene, vaguely the place where I often came to get my hair cut when I was a child. The barber aunt who was cutting her hair and watching TV yelled at the old crowd who suddenly appeared in the seat, while a child who was also sitting in front of the mirror was crying and bleeding from the ears.A hairdresser hurriedly put down the bloody scissors and hurriedly stopped the bleeding of the crying child. The old Qunzhi jumped off his seat in a panic, lost his balance due to the weight of the equipment and fell, a blurred to severely deformed "memory" spread out from the corner of his head following the fall.Still kneeling on the ground, he intuitively touched his right ear... Sure enough, there was a small bulging scar.

"you?" Old Qunzhi looked at the crying and fussy child. That kid, he just doesn't know himself dozens of years ago, right? It was too late to be confused and moved, a broom hit the old Qunzhi's head hard, and his eyes were blacked out. "Where did you come from! Pervert!" The young girl with the broom seemed to have just cried, her eyes were red and swollen, but she was quite fierce: "Get out! Otherwise, I'm going to call the police!" The old group was in pain, and scrambled to escape from the old barber shop in his childhood memory. He glanced at an outdated 500 yuan bill on the counter table of the shop, and simply snatched it and snatched the door away. out.

"Thief!" "It's a robber!" "Don't chase after him, he's a pervert! Be good... don't cry, don't cry..." As if staring at the back of this uninvited guest, the small TV in the barber shop played a news narration: "The Chinese professional baseball match-fixing case has the latest development. This afternoon, the Taipei City Mediator interviewed nine Times Eagles players including Wang Guangxi, Liao Minxiong, Zeng Guizhang, Chu Zhiyuan, Li Congfu, Chen Zhixin, Xie Qixun, Huang Junjie, and Qiu Qicheng. After the hearing, he was ordered to pay bail of 50,000 yuan. As for the details of the blackhead's involvement in the game, the prosecution collected relevant evidence such as gangsters buying or intimidating the players, and the white gloves in the middle of the bribery..."