The cold wind blows on the face, carrying the nasty rain, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

But it seemed to him that the storm should have come more violently and made him more painful, and only then could he calm down.

Faced with this city full of crises, and facing the situation that he couldn't see as the real murderer, he inexplicably remembered the poem: "

A living life turned into green smoke like this

The solemn name floated over the city he defended

This is a little-known brick

When you put it up, it becomes a section of the Great Wall

......

The city remembers your youthful and brave smiling face

It's like Mother Earth's attachment to the Guardians of Peace......"

After reading it, I thought about it again, and felt that I was still reluctant to give up on life: "Murderer, murderer, if you are not caught, labor and management will be left behind for 10,000 years when they die, and they are worthless." ”

In the night rain, he staggered forward, staggering like a drunkard.

After walking out for dozens of meters, after passing the community, I raised my eyes and looked at the security room, and an impulse arose in my heart:

Go in and grab those two guys, and call the bureau and tell them to know they're cops.

But he immediately gave up this idea, and couldn't help laughing at himself, "I'm a veritable policeman, and I can't protect myself, let alone them." ”

Ahead, several faint lights were getting brighter and brighter, and he could see clearly that it should be a taxi.

Beckoning, he immediately put it down again, feeling more comfortable walking in the cold rain. Even if it's a painful discomfort, it's always more comforting than sitting in the car and secretly living.

He walked through the traffic light, and the wound poured by the rain hurt even more, but he didn't care at all.

Looking up at the signal lights that were changing color, he didn't know the first few traffic lights, he didn't know what was wrong, they all turned red, and all kinds of vehicles, including taxis, didn't drive forward.

A neon sign standing in front of you appears in view.

In a large piece of neon sign, it looks very special, a little old, a little chic.

"Yixiang Laowei" is the name of this restaurant, the façade is simple and generous, although it is old, but it exudes an antique atmosphere.

Especially the jars and jars of wine placed in the clinic give people a feeling of being unstoppable, and it is even more tempting for people like Fang Tianyu who are still discouraged.

He pushed the door open and entered, carrying with him a smell of blood.

"Height, come on, boss, hurry. He snorted and gasped in, unable to care about his embarrassed appearance, and his speech was no longer subtle and cultivated.

The boss is in his forties, with a neat shaved head, chubby, wearing a white coat, and is very capable.

He glanced Fang Tianyu up and down a few times, focused on his vague police sign, and asked vaguely, "It's not safe to drink so late." ”

"It's not safe, who is in charge of this place, if you have the ability, come back, what do you mean?" Fang Tianyu was too lazy to speak at first, feeling that what he said was annoying, and slammed his fist on the table.

After losing his temper, but seeing that the boss of Bancun accompanied the smiling face and went to prepare things, his eyes fell on an old plaque, and he couldn't help asking, "What do you mean by the name of the store?"

"My surname is Tian, my name is Tian Feng, it's not a hot thing, Yixiang Laowei was opened by my brother, my name is Yixiang Laowei......" The boss stood up and said truthfully.

When he said this, Fang Tianyu's eyes lit up, and a relieved smile appeared on his bloody face, "That Uncle Tian in the police garden is your brother, we know each other, and Sun Tie ......"

In extreme pain, I finally met something that I was happy about, and I met someone who had a little relationship.

Lao Tian said yes, and he also saw that Fang Tianyu was not a bad person, and he knew his brother, poured him wine, and brought him a few meat and vegetarian side dishes, telling him to drink with peace of mind, but he said the word "suppress shock" very seriously.

It seems that seeing that something happened to him can alleviate the pain.

Now that he recognized his friend, Tian Feng finished cooking, sat opposite him, drank tea, persuaded him to drink less, and when he turned his head, Fang Tianyu poured a glass of wine into it happily.

The clock and second hand were ticking and turning, with a sense of rhythm, Fang Tianyu wiped off the dirt on his face, and took advantage of Lao Tian to greet the newcomers who returned from the night, and poured a lot of it himself.

Lying on the table, he faintly heard the voice of someone talking, very faint and a little clear. In the smell of green onions, ginger and garlic in the pot, he felt hungry and wanted to eat something, so he opened his eyes with great difficulty, his eyelids were very heavy, he clicked his mouth and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he muttered to himself, "The surname Fang is the policeman, the policeman, the wreck of the police......

This is a little-known brick

Put it up and it's a section of the Great Wall!"

Words are born from the heart, even if he is drunk, he still mutters these contradictory words and poems.

After a long time, he kept tapping his mouth, feeling thirsty, but he did not have the strength to speak, or even open his mouth.

But the table under him seemed to be much softer, and there seemed to be something stuck to his head.

"The red-haired woman, how is it a bit similar to the one in the Internet café, the size, the figure, when she hit me, she was hard, not ......" he thought vaguely, tried it, and felt that someone was leaning on him.

How did he know that the family in Qiaotou Community that raised wild men had already been quietly in a piece of broken furniture.

The male and female hosts had already reached a cheesy agreement: the woman paid the man 100,000 yuan, and the two parted ways from then on.

And the group of people on the bridge are naturally not them, but someone else.

Fang Tianyu, who was half awake and half drunk, guessed that the red-headed woman was a fat girl. In order to pretend to be like, she wore shapewear on her chubby body.

"Who, stand up, I'll ......" The morning light outside the window was a little dazzling, Fang Tianyu pondered for a while, made sure that there was someone around, and did it violently.

Shouting in his mouth, one hand subconsciously went to his waist to pull out the gun, and suddenly pounced on the woman beside him.

The moment his body touched, he felt pounce on the soft flesh, and the obvious elasticity hit, and he didn't hesitate at all, and pressed it down at once.

"Bastard, Fang Tian, you're crazy. Underneath him, a beautiful woman's sweet voice revealed toughness, and a soft pink fist hit him in the neck.

In this effort, he has seen the interior scene clearly: in the small space, there are all girls' supplies, a few pieces of home clothes hanging on hangers, a dresser opposite, and everything on the bed is reflected in the mirror next to a stack of books.

Feeling that the other party didn't use a knife or a gun, he jumped out of bed violently and warned the "masked" woman on the bed,

"Who? Who are you?"