"Genuine?"

He Chuan subconsciously hugged the things in his hand a little tighter.

"Sort of. Zhai Yao lifted the burgundy bangs that fell down, "It's all decades ago, and it's a bit old." ”

He Chuan turned over the things in his hand and looked at them twice.

The old object, the amount is really sufficient, He Chuan used the palm of his hand to pad the rusty copper sword, not to mention, it was quite heavy.

The three of them packed up their things and loaded them into the car.

Then Zhai Yao drove the car, walked around the neighborhood, and found a restaurant to eat.

The taste is not outstanding, but it can be used to fool foreign guests, and the level is above the average.

After eating and drinking, the three of them walked around the neighborhood to eliminate food, and then Zhai Yao drove He Chuan home.

"You go upstairs by yourself, and we'll go back first. ”

When He Chuan got out of the car, Zhai Yao stuck his head out of the window and waved at He Chuan.

Then, He Chuan watched Zhai Yao drive the car, carrying Ying Fei, who had reddish cheeks, and disappeared at the entrance of the street.

He Chuan lowered his head.

Just met the gaze of the spicy Jiao.

"What are you looking at. He asked.

La Jiao ignored him, it jumped up the steps and pointed its ass at He Chuan.

He Chuan stood in place for a while, took out the key from his pocket, and followed Lajiao upstairs.

Open the door and enter the house.

After He Chuan put the shoes away, he saw the shoe prints left on the ground.

It is the traces left at home when Ying Fei and Zhai Yao came over in the morning.

The footprints were not very dirty, just a little dusty, but after He Chuan looked at it twice, he still went to the kitchen, took out a broom and a mop, bent down and began to sweep the floor.

Sweep the footprints clean, pick up the dust with a dustpan and dump it in the trash.

After doing this, He Chuan wet the mop in the bathroom and dragged it on the ground.

By the time he finished cleaning up the house, he was already sweating, his body was sticky, and his clothes were sticky to his skin, which was very uncomfortable.

He Chuan took a change of clothes from the bedroom and went into the bathroom to turn on the faucet.

It took He Chuan twenty minutes to take a bath this time.

He rubbed his whole body with a towel to make his skin red, then washed it with medicinal soap and applied shower gel again.

After coming out of the bathroom, He Chuan's entire skin was red, like a crayfish that had just been brought out of a steamer.

There is also a scent.

La Jiao went out and washed her feet in the bathroom.

It rubbed the towel on the ground twice, rubbed its feet clean, and then jumped on the sofa and lay down next to He Chuan.

Click.

He Chuan took out a can of ice Coke from the Xiaoice box next to the sofa, opened it and took a sip.

The cold carbonated drink enters the stomach, and the pores all over the body seem to be opened.

Comfortable.

He Chuan closed his eyes and took a long breath before he exhaled a long breath and spit out the carbon dioxide bubbles.

After doing all this, he lay down on the couch, casually pulled a book from the bookshelf next to him, leaned on the pillow and began to read.

I'm tired today.

went to Chunxi Road, and it felt like asking for half a life.

It is also to move things, tidy up the stalls, and deal with the inquiries and prices of customers.

He Chuan's brain was about to explode.

He went fishing, but there were still a lot of small businessmen around who relied on hygiene.

They are there to sell along the streets, trying their best to attract the attention of passers-by and sell their wares.

There are even people wearing thick doll costumes, handing out flyers on the streets, and taking photos with passing tourists.

When they take off their hoods.

What He Chuan saw was a young face with hair soaked with sweat and clinging to his cheeks, and his face looked a little red due to the excessive temperature.

The weather in June in Rongcheng.

He Chuan was sweating all the time just sitting there.

Even if you drink milk tea and eat ice powder, your clothes are still soaked with sweat.

But there is such a group of people who are still running for survival.

For a moment, He Chuan suddenly felt very lucky.

Fortunately, I chose the police officer in the first place, and fortunately I have a little bit of specialness.

Otherwise, with He Chuan's character, it is estimated that he will not be able to retire, and he will be able to starve himself to death.

Those who work hard to live deserve the admiration of all.

He Chuan sighed and closed the book that had just turned two pages in his hand.

He got up from the couch and put his feet on the stall with his arms resting on his knees.

Maybe it was infected by a certain atmosphere, or maybe it touched something, He Chuan felt that his mood was very heavy.

From time to time, various images will flash through my mind.

Those pictures that I have not personally experienced, but are very familiar, have come out one by one.

Sometimes he's a worker, sometimes he's a driver, sometimes he's a white-collar worker, sometimes he's a ......

All kinds of identities and all kinds of experiences have sprung up in my mind.

It's like a computer from 10 years ago running one of the most expensive graphics cards in Red Dead Redemption 2.

The brain is roaring.

Blood is flowing fast.

The ears were "buzzing", as if something was vibrating.

He Chuan's fingers sank deep into his trouser legs.

On the thin arm, green tendons emerged.

Under the pale blue veins, it was as if something was surging.

"I hate it, I hate it so much......"

"Help me, I don't want to die, hurry up and save me......"

"Let me go back, my mother is still waiting for me, let me go back......"

"Help, you beast, let me go. Come on, help...... Hmm, hmm......"

Those images gradually changed into sounds.

Countless voices were wailing, howling, accusing in He Chuan's ears.

"Why didn't you kill him, why didn't you kill him!"

"I hate it so much, I still have children to raise, and parents to honor, I hate it so much!"

"Why don't they save when they see death, why do they stand by coldly, why, why!"

"Those people, they are the ones who forced me to die, they are still typing on the Internet, they are still doing keyboard warriors on the Internet......"

Those voices became louder and louder, gradually covering He Chuan's reason.

Bang!

The khaki shorts couldn't withstand He Chuan's strength, and they were torn open.

He looked up.

Under the half-length bangs, the eyes that were always calm, even a little indifferent, began to become sluggish.

"I want you to kill him, kill him, avenge me!"

No, I'm a police officer!

"He's a murderer, he killed me, I want him to pay with blood!"

No, I'm a policeman......

"If you don't want to do it, then give me your body, and I'll avenge myself!"

No way...... I......

The voice of reason gradually crumbled in his head.

Instead, a voice full of resentment, standing out from the crowd, covered his mind.

Suddenly.

He Chuan was shocked, and the whole person staggered forward suddenly.

He propped his hands on the table, his shoulders shaking slightly, gasping for air.

He looked up.

The eyelids are slightly raised.

I saw that the blackness in his pupils seemed to cover the entire eyeball......