(一)上周某晚上,我不好意思又骚扰了一下110。那天晚上的事情是这样的:跟很多次已经发生的事情一样,我们小区隔墙外的某个破网吧的1楼,又租出去了。人家正在黑灯瞎火地赶工装修呢。晚上9点半的时候,熟悉的、刺耳的电锯声从夜空中传来。我脑袋里面立刻冒出3个字:草泥马。我想:这帮人过了10点还不收摊的话,我就马上下楼,去给这些只知道自己捞钱,却没有一点公德心的人,打声招呼。告诉他们,不能这么干。10点了,电锯的声音一阵一阵地,毫无 (A) I was embarrassed and harassed for a night last week. That night’s thing is this: Like many things that have happened, the first floor of a broken cybercafé outside our cell has been leased again. People are dark fire rush to repair it. At nine-thirty in the evening, the familiar, jarring electric saw came from the night sky. My head immediately pop up three words: mud horse. I would like to: If these gangs of people do not pay for the stalls after 10 o’clock, I will immediately go downstairs and say hello to those who only know that they are making money but have no moral standards. Tell them that you can not do that. At 10 o’clock, the sound of the chainsaw did not happen