Chapter 48 Snitch
When the show ended at the Jixiang Theater, it was already 11 o'clock at night. It was late at night and the whole place was quiet. Only the audience from the Jixiang Theater were walking in groups of three or four and talking about the show tonight.

Although the street lights on both sides of the street are not bright enough, they are enough to illuminate the road for pedestrians to go home.

Wang Deming and Old Man Chang were also strolling home while talking about tonight's play.

Wang Deming sighed, “Uncle Chang, I didn’t quite understand why you and your brother-in-law were obsessed with Peking Opera before.”

"I finally understand it after watching the whole show today."

“Art, it’s really art.”

Why do you say that?
Because there is so much entertainment in later generations, TV dramas and movies all have storylines, climaxes, ups and downs, and good TV dramas and movies all touch people's hearts.

In fact, a complete Peking Opera is similar. For example, "Silang Visits His Mother" tells a series of stories about the fourth son of the Yang family going to the Song camp to visit Lady She, and then his identity is exposed.

However, this consumes much more energy than later concerts.

There is no microphone, the whole performance depends on the Peking Opera actors' voices; there is no narration, and when singing, the actors have to express the character's psychological activities vividly through their expressions and movements.
There is no subtitle screen, so if the singing is not clear, people will boo it. The singing must be full of charm, otherwise no one will want to listen.
Oh, and the costumes I was wearing were very heavy.
Although it is already early October, the weather in Beijing is still very hot.

It's not easy.

No wonder they say: One minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage.

"Ha ha!"

"Deming, why else do we all love to listen and watch?"

"Sing, recite, act, fight, nothing else, just like that, as soon as you open your voice, you have to focus the attention of the people in the theater."

"Otherwise it's useless, and some people will call for withdrawal."

The father and son had just walked along Wangfu Street (the northern section of Wangfujing Street), passed Zhushi Street, turned left to Gongxian Hutong, and were about to walk along Huangmi Hutong, West Street, South Street, and Gulou East Street, when they suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "Stop!"

"Don't move!"

"I'll shoot you if you run again!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Then there were the sounds of chaotic, heavy footsteps.

The sound of firecrackers rang out behind him, and Wang Deming was startled. What the hell, they were actually setting off firecrackers!
What happened?

When Wang Deming turned around, he saw a figure running towards him quickly from behind, and in the blink of an eye, he was about a few meters away from him.

"Get out of here!" The figure approached quickly and raised the thing in his hand towards Wang Deming.

With the faint light from the roadside, Wang Deming's pupils shrank, the adrenaline in his body surged, his mouth immediately became dry, and his heart beat rapidly and violently.

He had sharp eyes and immediately saw that the figure was holding something in his hand, and just now, sparks were emitted in the night.

Wang Deming's mind was blank at this moment. From the corner of his eye he could see the anxious look on Uncle Chang's face and his mouth opening and closing slowly, as if it was a slow motion in a movie. He was stretching his hands and legs to pounce on him.

The figure behind him seemed to be wearing a striped woolen Zhongshan suit, but he had a mask on his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

At this time, his eyes had deformed into a triangle, revealing ferocity and cunningness in his eyes. It seemed that one could still see the grin on the corners of his mouth under the mask, and the finger pointing at his firecrackers was about to move.

It was as if a switch deep in Wang Deming's brain was suddenly turned on. A weak bioelectric current was emitted and instantly flowed through his whole body, causing the fingertips of his ten fingers to flicker slightly.

Then, as if his body was activated instinctively, Wang Deming squatted down in an instant and then stretched out his left leg backwards - at this time his neck was still looking back, directly inserted between the legs of the figure behind him.

At the same time, he spread his hands as if spreading wings, hugged the opponent's waist all at once, and threw him down with a "don't"!

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

"what!"

Wang Deming kept moving, and immediately followed up with a small "kneeling" technique. He pressed down one of the figure's legs with his right leg and held the other leg with both hands. "Click!" "Ah!"

Don’t stop, you can’t stop! Wang Deming shouted anxiously, as if he was a bystander in mid-air.

After breaking the figure's calf, Wang Deming once again used a "kneeling" technique, pressing his left knee against the figure's back, while his hands danced wildly, "Crack!" "Crack!"

The figure's two arms and forearms were also removed!
The figure collapsed directly on the dusty dirt road in the alley, wailing in pain, "Woo! Ah!"

It was not until then that Wang Deming realized that he seemed to have returned to his body again.

Then it seemed as if all the pores in his body opened up instantly, his clothes were all wet with hot sweat, his body became limp, and he sat directly on the figure, causing the figure to scream miserably!
At this time, Old Man Chang also pounced on Wang Deming, his hands constantly groping his body, and anxiously shouted: "Deming, don't scare me! Are you okay?"

"Did you get hit?"

"Tram, tramp, tramp." A group of people chasing the figure also came over.

The leader was Zhang Dayong, the chief of Jiaodaokou Police Station, who brought a group of police officers from the police station.

Looking at the figure on the ground, he immediately pulled off the handcuffs from behind the waist, half-knelt on the ground and handcuffed the figure's hands behind his back!

Then he slowly stood up, holding his thigh, looked at Wang Deming, gasping for breath, and spoke in a staccato voice: "Good job!"

"Chaoyang, you. You are this!"

Extend the thumb of your right hand!
Wang Deming also came back to his senses at this moment. He hugged Old Man Chang's hands and said weakly, "Uncle Chang, I'm fine. He didn't have time to open the whip."

Then, his body tilted and slid from the figure to the ground beside him, breathing heavily.
She forced a smile towards Director Zhang, but it was uglier than crying, "Director Zhang, please stop praising me."

"My mind went blank at the time. I was totally terrified!"

"Haha!" Director Zhang's breathing became even. Hearing this, he laughed out loud, "You are a young man who has never been to the battlefield. How can you not be scared silly when this thing is pointed at you?"

"normal!"

"Back then, when I first went to the battlefield, I was far worse than you."

"Everyone was confused the whole time, and they just followed the old squad leader."

"Then I don't know what the old squad leader said."

"Haha." The policemen around burst into laughter when they heard Chief Zhang reveal his embarrassing story.

"What a joke!" Director Zhang was a little embarrassed and said with a deliberately stern face: "You can't catch up with me."

"At least I saved five bullets!"

"Haha!" The policemen laughed even more happily.

"Ah! Quickly reset my bones!" The figure on the ground gritted his teeth, and the sound came out from between his teeth.

This time Director Zhang carefully observed the figure, and his heartbeat slowed down. Damn, so miserable, his limbs were deformed.
Then he looked Wang Deming up and down with strange eyes and found that his clothes were soaked and he looked exhausted.

Is this right?
He asked with concern, "Wang Deming, can you still walk?" Director Zhang then remembered that Chaoyang was Wang Deming's pen name.

"Would you like to come with me to the police station to take a break? It's on Dongsiwutiao."

Wang Deming shook his head slightly and refused: "No, I'll just sit here and rest for a while."

"This is not far from home."

"That's fine!" Director Zhang nodded, with a satisfied smile on his face, and said approvingly: "Deming, you've done a great job!"

"Great achievement!"

(End of this chapter)