Chapter 178

"Genoa is a good place. Don't miss some famous scenic spots!" The old man is probably a local, so it's hard to be proud of his hometown.

"This is the hometown of Columbus, the famous navigator, and Paganini, the violinist. Countless talents have been cultivated in this land..."

On the seventh day of the summer, he nodded approvingly and replied with a smile, "yes, we are going to the concert hall to listen to a violin recital in memory of Paganini!"

"Yes? It's time to listen! " The old man said with a smile: "Paganini international violin competition will be held here every two years. In the golden autumn season, young talents from all over the world will come here to participate in the competition, thus giving birth to many excellent young violinists!"

When the old man said this, the smile on his lips became more and more gentle: "beautiful girl, it seems that you are going to the concert with your partner?"

"Yes..." at the beginning of summer, he nodded at seven and looked back at Feng Xun. Just as he wanted to introduce him to the old man, he frowned slightly and looked not depressed. He asked anxiously, "Feng Xun, what's the matter?"

Before Feng Xun answered, a strange cry suddenly came into the ears of the people in the subway car.

"Let go, let go --"

The scream was sharp and harsh, which immediately startled many people in the carriage. On the seventh day of the summer, he looked in the direction of the sound suspiciously, and saw that the shouting man was a young man standing near him.

"Let go of me, damn it --"

"What happened?" Some onlookers asked curiously.

"He, he wants to kill me..." the young man, who screamed, quickly showed an expression of grievance, pointed to Feng Xun beside him and called for help to all the people: "help quickly, this man won't let me go!"

On the seventh day of the summer, I found out that the young man who had screamed was pinched by Feng Xun. Looking at that expression, I'm afraid it hurt a lot!

"Feng Xun, what's going on?" The seventh day of the summer looks at Feng Xun doubtfully, believing that he will not clamp down on a strange young man without any reason!

"I caught him trying to steal from your pocket!" Feng Xun frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

"What?" On the seventh day of the summer, he was surprised to stare. He quickly reached into his pocket and found that his mobile phone still had two tickets for the violin concert. He was relieved.

But the original intact coat pocket, for no reason more than a scratch, can not help but let her heart doubt.

"You are a thief!" At the beginning of summer seven coldly looked at the young man who was caught by Feng Xun's wrist, some angrily scolded: "unexpectedly cut my pocket, want to steal my things, hateful!"

Because she was so angry, she forgot to speak Italian for a moment. The young thief couldn't understand her tone. Seeing that she interacted with Feng Xun, she had a plan in mind and immediately cried out, "you two conspire to harm me. You are not Italian. Why do you act wild on our land?"

When he said this, many passengers on the subway were talking about it. They looked at Feng Xun and the seventh day of the summer. Some people even said to Feng Xun in a deep voice: "Sir, please let go and stop hurting this poor young man!"

Feng Xun looks coldly at the passenger persuading him and asks coldly, "if I don't let go?"

"Then we'll call the police!" The passenger was awed by Feng Xun's cold eyes and stepped back. Thinking that there were so many people on the bus, he plucked up his courage and said.

The other passengers nodded their heads and said yes, but the young thief was afraid that they would call the police. He said to Feng Xun, "if you let go, I'll ignore the villains and don't care about you..."

Feng Xun sneered and sneered. On the contrary, he increased his strength, which made the young thief pale and cry out.

"Too much..." the onlookers kept shaking their heads, but they were afraid of Feng Xun.

At this time, the police through the crowd, rushed to: "who is so bold, fighting in the subway trouble?"

"It's this gentleman, holding on to the poor one..." the good passenger pointed to the pale young thief and explained to the police.

The policeman looked at Feng Xun, who was not good at his eyes, and then at the young man with pale face and cold sweat on his forehead. He immediately waved his hand and said coldly, "let go. What do you think of this place?"

Without waiting for Feng Xun to answer, Xia explained to the police on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year: "he is not a poor man, but a thief. He just tried to steal my things and was caught by my companion!"

This time she specially used Italian, and the onlookers were shocked. The policeman frowned suspiciously and looked at the young man who had been caught by the wrist, with a look in his eyes.

"Is this lady telling the truth?"

The young thief quickly shook his head and said in a flurry, "no, I'm not a thief at all. She framed me. They framed me together. They just wanted to blackmail me!"

Without waiting for the police to say more, he added: "you see, they are not Italian, but they are bullying me, a native. You can't believe what they say!"

"If you were not a thief, how could my pocket be cut open?" At the beginning of the summer, Qi Tiaomei sneered and said to the police, "if you don't believe it, you can search it. He must have sharp weapons like blades. Maybe he has other stolen goods on him!"

"No need to search, the blade is in his own hands!" Feng Xun opened his mouth lightly and raised the thief's hands directly.

The palms of his hands clamped by Feng Xun did hold a small blade. Because Feng Xun held it tightly, there was no way to escape. The blade had penetrated into his palms and brought out a trace of blood.

"No wonder you look so pale. The blade is in your own hands!" At the beginning of summer, seven tut tut sighed and said to the police, "I think this is the evidence!"

"What else do you have to say?" With a cold face, the policeman said unhappily to the young man who dared to ask for help.

"I'm not. They framed me. He put the blade in my hand. The thief is him!" The young man shook his head and raised his chin to Feng Xun. He explained to the police with a bitter face: "you must believe me. He is very skilled. He can easily catch me and frame me."

The police officer was probably moved by his words. He looked at Feng Xun suspiciously and said to him, "Sir, please show me your valid ID!"

"You think I'll need that?" Feng Xun's indifference makes the police stand in a daze and frown.