周曾上了402路公交车,故意露出他的手机。因为他知道这儿有一个专偷手机的小偷。他的同学米碎碎的手机就是在这儿丢失的。果然,手机眨眼间就丢了。周曾一点儿也不着急,他拿出另一个手机,摁了一组数字,车厢内立即响起了清脆的铃声。铃声是从一个小胡子的衣兜中传出来的。周曾走过去,伸出手道:“把手机还给我。”一小胡子头上冒汗,脸上红一阵白一阵。他噌地拔出一 Week 402 on the bus, deliberately exposed his cell phone. Because he knew there was a thief stealing a cell phone. It was here that his classmate, the broken rice cell phone, was missing. Sure enough, the phone lost in the blink of an eye. Weeks did not hurry, he took out another cell phone, a set of numbers, the compartment immediately sounded crisp ringtones. The ring came from the pocket of a mustache. Zhou went past and reached out: “Give me back my cellphone.” A little beard sweats his head, his face red for a while. He pulled out one bass