Yang Qiu stood next to the police car and witnessed all this.

At this moment, he can no longer accept the great changes in the past two days.

"Hula......"

The crowd of onlookers piled up at the foot of the mountain, seeing Yang Chun falling in the courtyard of Yang Qiu's house, were like fish found in a fish tank, and they all rushed towards Yang Qiu's house.

Yang Qiu closed his eyes and stood in place, his face burning in pain.

Almost in this instant, he lost too much ......

Siblings, love, and the rest of your life......

What can be lost, what cannot be lost, is lost.

Yang Qiu ran to the door like crazy, started the four wheels, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and drove towards the outside of the village......

At this moment, he just wanted to escape, because he knew in his heart that the pain he was about to face next was ten times more difficult than the departure of his eldest brother.

"Akiko, what are you doing!"

Yang Xia heard the sound of the car and hurriedly shouted.

The sudden departure of the eldest brother made Yang Xia feel that the burden on his shoulders was even heavier.

How did he know that Yang Qiu at this time had to leave and flee.

This is the darkest day for the Yang family......

Yang Qiu drove on four wheels and ran wildly on the road until late at night.

Yang Qiu fixed his eyes and saw that he had gone all the way to the provincial capital......

Parking the four wheels casually on the side of the road, Yang Qiu walked briskly towards the opposite side of the road.

It was something he knew all too well......

Fortune Tavern.

"Boss, a cup of fox lanmeng, a spicy cabbage, a plate of peanuts. ”

Yang Qiu sat in a familiar position and shouted in the direction of the bar.

"Okay!"

The familiar voice of the boss came from behind the bar......

"Yo, it's you, I haven't come for a while!"

The boss got up and recognized Yang Qiu, who was drunk in the store that day.

"Hmmm......"

Yang Qiu saw that the boss brought the liquor, and drank it like a bloody mosquito.

Glass after cup, he didn't say a word, just drank, and didn't even eat a bite of food......

"Brother, do you remember the old cultivator who sat at a table with you and drank wine that day?"

Coldly, the boss suddenly came up with this sentence.

The other people in the tavern, as soon as they heard this, all looked in the direction of Yang Qiu.

The poor old cultivator has become the talk of the tavern owner to solicit guests......

As soon as Yang Qiu heard this name, his heart trembled, and he swallowed the wine in his mouth with a grunt.

"Hmmm......"

Yang Qiu replied abruptly.

He looked up and saw the eyes of the crowd.

How familiar it is, during the day, I see too much......

"He's dead......"

The boss's eyes sparkled, and there was a little mystery and excitement in his tone.

There is not the slightest mercy.

"Oh, yes......"

Yang Qiu said coldly.

"yes, guess how he died?"

"How did you die......"

"Suicide, suicide in fear of sin......"

As soon as the boss said this, some of the guests actually let out a soft sound of admiration.

"Hehe......"

Yang Qiu drank the wine by himself, but his heart hurt as if he had been pinched and exploded by a nameless giant hand.

"Alas, you say, people, sometimes there is really nowhere to look, it's just a little sloppy on weekdays, who would have thought that he was a murderer"

The boss sighed lightly and said.

"You...... What's the use of talking to me about this?"

Yang Qiu said softly.

"It's okay, it's okay to be idle, I'm chatting with you......"

The boss finally began to notice the displeasure in Yang Qiu's tone.

He looked around for a moment, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, everyone was still very interested in this topic.

"This old man is really not worthy of pity, and he has come to this point, which can be regarded as self-inflicted. Have pity on his wife and children, the devil who harms others and himself......"

The boss changed his words, as if he was about to break the news of the old cultivator's explosive love history, which aroused everyone's interest again......

"Boss, two more beers......"

"Boss, say quickly, don't sell it!"

"yes, let's talk about it, everyone is waiting to hear it......"

For a while, the store was filled with a pleasant atmosphere......

The old cultivator's embarrassing past confided in him turned out to be a means for him to whet his appetite.

Man......

The tavernkeeper's mouth was slightly open, and his expression was mysterious, as if he was about to start telling a story.

The store was silent, and everyone was staring at each other.

"One more drink, boss......"

Yang Qiu shouted loudly.

This voice was so sudden that it frightened the boss and everyone.

"Is this man sick......?"

"Neuropathy ......"

Someone began to curse softly.

The boss hurriedly filled a glass of wine, put it in front of Yang Qiu, returned to the bar, adjusted his mood, and wanted to open his mouth again......

"One more drink!"

Yang Qiu's voice was much louder.

"Your mother, this man ......"

"It's sick!"

"Deliberately!"

…………

"It's okay, it's okay, talk about it right away, ...... right away"

The tavernkeeper squinted, reassuring everyone......

Hurriedly filled another glass of wine, frowned and put it in front of Yang Qiu.

Turn back to the bar and speak again......

He subconsciously glanced in the direction of Yang Qiu, and everyone followed his gaze, and they all stared at Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu slowly raised his head and stared coldly......

"You...... And you ......."

Yang Qiu stretched out his right index finger, pointed around, and said:

"It's all shit, shit!"

For a while, the tavern was as lively as a boiling pot.

"Who the are you talking about!"

"Little man, you owe a beating, don't you?"

On the window seat, two big men stood up, being pulled desperately by their friends.

"Rest your anger, rest your anger...... This man drank too much, drank too much......"

The tavern owner broke out in a cold sweat and played anxiously.

Yang Qiu twisted his neck, stood up, walked to the adjacent table, picked up an empty beer bottle, held the mouth of the wine bottle, squatted down and knocked it on the ground......

"Smack......

The bottle shattered, and the dark green glass ballast splattered in all directions.

The timid people, seeing this scene, hurriedly checked out and left......

For a while, there were only three tables left in the tavern with guests.

Yang Qiu held the mouth of the beer bottle as sharp as a knife and walked towards the two......

The two of them flickered in their eyes and were a little panicked.

That's the reason for those who are bold and afraid to play with their lives......

"Take it, poke it here, whoever takes a step back is a grandson!"

Yang Qiu put the wine bottle in the hands of one person, pointed to the position of his heart, and said fiercely.

For him, living in this world is worse than death......

It's best to be dead.

The man's hand trembled as he gripped the glass ballast, caught in a dilemma.

"Fuck your mother, come on, stab, grandson!"

Yang Qiu was full of wine, stared at his blood-red eyes, and roared.

The man screamed, and stabbed Yang Qiu in the chest amid the exclamation of the woman beside him......

Yang Qiu smiled and closed his eyes, relieved, relaxed.

"Stop, police!"

At a table in the corner, a middle-aged man with dark skin shouted.

The tavern owner followed the prestige, looked at it, and as if grasping a life-saving straw, he shouted: "Ye ...... Officer Ye?"

That's right, this person is the criminal policeman Ye Zhiqiu.

"You will wear it for the rest of your life!"

Ye Zhiqiu took out a pair of silver handcuffs and slapped them heavily on the table.

The big man panicked, hurriedly threw away the weapon in his hand, and fled out of the door.

Another big man and his friends at the same table followed him and ran out.

Yang Qiu and Ye Zhiqiu glanced at each other, took out a fifty yuan ticket from their pockets, slapped it on the table, and walked away......

Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly settled the bill, grabbed the handcuffs on the table, stuffed them into his clothes pocket, and followed......

"Hello, my name is Ye Zhiqiu, from the criminal police team. ”

Ye Zhiqiu stopped in front of Yang Qiu, revealed his trademark smirk, and stretched out his right hand.

Yang Qiu glanced at him, didn't answer, and walked forward with his head down.

"It's been half a year, and I've finally waited for you, and the tavern owner said that you are his only friend. ”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Yang Qiu's back and said faintly.

Yang Qiu stopped......

"What kind of friend, just had a drink......"

Yang Qiu turned his back to Ye Zhiqiu and said with suppressed feelings.

"Oh? really...... The old cultivator is willing to die for one person and bear all the infamy, you know, you know it......"

Ye Zhiqiu said

"I don't know, I don't even know what you're talking about. ”

Yang Qiu said.

"What were you doing when you appeared at the old cultivator's house on the night of the incident?"

"That man, the man who appeared in the square before you that night, the real murderer, who the hell is he!"

The night was so beautiful tonight, and the moonlight reflected the mottled shadow of the wicker on the wall of the tavern beside me through the willow tree......

Yang Qiu turned his head abruptly and looked behind him......

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, reflecting the shadow of the moon, were surprisingly bright.

"You ......"

Yang Qiu said tremblingly.

"Yes, I know all of them, all of them ......"

Ye Zhiqiu said and walked in front of Yang Qiu......

With a "click...... sound, a pair of cold handcuffs were handcuffed to Yang Qiu's hands.

"Come with me. ”

Ye Zhiqiu laughed,

This time

Undoubtedly,

Not a smirk.