The night is still dark, and the light is just a tool for lighting, and when the light is on, you can see that it is not visible in the night. But some things are darkened by the light, and it is impossible to discern the color of things.

Song Guoqiang walked in front of Miyata, who was wearing a butterfly face, "I said I would catch you, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door by yourself when we meet again." ”

Miyata held back the pain and lifted his mask, and said in a trembling voice: "Even you policemen who eat white rice all day want to catch me." ”

Song Guoqiang immediately took out his pistol and shouted: "Don't move, as for who catches you, we can talk slowly when you go back to the police station." ”

Miyata slowly stood up, suddenly laughed and said, "I stayed here just to let you see my existence, I really thought you police could catch me." ”

Miyata's left hand slammed against the ground, and with a 'bang^......', a stream of red smoke exploded, instantly filling this small space, enveloping Song Guoqiang in smoke. A burst of red smoke suddenly appeared, and Li He immediately rushed over, raised his pistol and aimed at the smoke, observing at any time. There were several collision sounds in the smoke, followed by a figure flying out of the smoke, just hitting Li He, and the two flew out together.

"Inspector Song, Captain Li, next time I will bring you more trouble, waiting for me to give this city with pain at any time in the dark night. This seemingly bland but chilling-sounding sentence echoed in the light-filled hospital lobby.

The red smoke quickly vanished, and Miyata, who was wearing a mask, disappeared with the smoke. The smoke carried a wicked man, but it did not take away the pain and fear of the place. Leaving behind a mess all over the house, a wail, and the fear left in the minds of these people is even more difficult to remove.

Song Guoqiang and Li He slowly got up, patted off the dust on their bodies, and then commanded the on-site work in an orderly manner. The bandits who had their arms cut off were all pressed out, and the sick were all comforted by the wards and given them as much care as possible.

Song Guoqiang took Li He out, Mayor Li has not left, he is really a mayor who worries about the people. Song Guoqiang stepped forward and said: "The bandits are basically all arrested, but this time there are some strange things beforehand. As for the leader of the bandits, I think we have to investigate before we can draw conclusions. ”

Hearing that all the bandits had been caught, Mayor Li's mental arithmetic was put down for a while, and then he asked eagerly: "How many hostages have been injured, are they seriously injured?" As for the matter of the bandit leader, you must be more careful, and you must not let the bandits arrest them before they have any action in the city. ”

In terms of Mayor Li's language guidance, the three-hour incident before and after the attack on the hospital finally came to an end, a total of three hostages were cut off by the bandits, and all the 11 bandits were arrested except for the ringleader.

Confused, the night passed, for the city at night there is confusion, but there is no lack of excitement again. The bustle of the night is the truest portrayal of the city, and there is no night when the inconvenience is full of noisy sounds. Is it the same hilarious story repeated night after night, or is there something different happening every night?

No matter how lively the night is, the morning will still arrive on time, and a glimmer of light in the east in the darkness, the heavy sea rises, shining on the edge of the city. With the arrival of the morning footsteps, the city has ushered in the rarest of quiet times. It's really sleepy to end the night's noise, and the night's dreams are interrupted, but I don't want to get up again. Something needs to break that calm, so that the only silence in the city is also broken.

Zhang Yongzheng opened his confused eyes, he had to fight against his favorite bed every morning, life was the most important, he had no choice but to break his eyelids with his fingers and get up slowly. The footsteps of office workers did not stop even because of last night's incident, the subway still opened on time, and the incident of last night's attack on the hospital by a group of vicious gangsters did not care about the people of the city, after all, whether this happened or not could not give them a salary increase. Stepping on the usual subway, the people in the carriage have always been so strange to each other, obviously they are squeezed together, and they even have to be close to their bodies to fight for a little space to stand on. It's like this face-to-face, but it's far away in the sky, there is nothing stranger than this, I'd rather face the mobile phone that can't speak, than look up at the flesh and blood people crowded next to me, let alone say a few words to each other, it turns out that people in big cities are so far away from each other. But today's subway is quieter, surprisingly quiet, without a single noise, as if the subway is going to go to the silence of the night, or to the silence of the moment before dawn.

Although the road was quiet, but safe and sound, Zhang Yongzheng came to the door of the company at the accurate time every day. Straighten up the crumpled shirts that had been pushed on the road and walk into the building with your head held high. The moment I walked into the office, it was completely different from usual, everyone arrived, some were discussing the problem fiercely, and even their faces changed color for the discussion, and some were working hard and wanted to put their heads into the computer. Life in this city is stressful enough, but it doesn't take until nine o'clock to go to work, and it's only eight o'clock. When he walked to his office seat, he was completely ignored, but it was better to say that everyone was working, and there was no time to take care of him. Zhang Yongzheng took out his mobile phone to see what news there was today. His hands kept trembling, and his eyes kept staring at today's headlines, and it was Shanghai's big news "The Vicious Butterfly-Faced Stranger". Today's news is occupied by this news, Zhang Yongzheng immediately clicked on this news, a man in black with a butterfly mask covered in blood, standing in the dark, behind him are full of shocked faces.

Pulling down the content, it was the attack on the Cultural Hospital last night, writing about the butterfly-faced monster terrorist attack on the hospital, brutally cutting off the arms of most of the innocent injured and sick, and finally under the deterrence of the police, it was even more inhumane to cut off all the arms of the bandits he brought. He even wrote that the butterfly-faced monster is cruel, tyrannical, and ruthless, and is the demon of the night, and everyone is punished for it, and he is the biggest enemy of the city.

"Everyone arrived, and immediately came in for a meeting. Before Zhang Yongzheng finished reading the news, Zhang Lan shouted loudly.

Everyone put down their work and went to the meeting, and Zhang Yongzheng followed suit, but his mind was all on today's news. I showed up in the hospital because I stopped the bandits, why did the news report that I became the leader of the attack on the hospital, and became a heinous gangster, what is going on? Obviously secretly using all his strength to protect the city, but the people who live in the city think of him as a gangster, a big devil who kills people without blinking. Is the city sick? Or are the people who live in the city sick?

The meeting lasted for three hours, and it was all about today's headlines, who was the wicked Butterfly Face, why the attack on the hospital, and the life of the city was so regular that some of the things that happened were shocking. The more exaggerated the news, the more marginal the stories are written, and the more vicious the gangsters are written, the more people in the city can know the shock of the matter. The whole meeting was about how to hype up the news and how to make this bandit with a butterfly face more famous. Perhaps it was the heat of the weather that overwhelmed people, and everyone at the meeting was sweating profusely and trying to catch their breath for the news. It's not about arguing about how to deal with the injured after the attack on the hospital, and it's not about how the city should prevent such attacks in the future, but just to give people a sense of the power of this bandit.

Time is going by little by little, but Zhang Yongzheng's heart has been stagnant, without a trace of swing. Today's news kept coming to mind and I couldn't figure out why this was happening.

Everyone else is busy with work, and you can only think about things you don't understand in the corner. Others are thinking about how to use it to make more money and maximize its commercial value for the emergence of this news, but they can only stay away from everyone's heartache for their own affairs.

The General Police Department was also in a meeting, and all the cadres of the police station were in the round table, and a man in his early fifties slammed the table and shouted: "Don't you fucking want to do it, if you don't do it, get out of here." Look at what you all did, the leader of the bandits let me not talk about it, why such news is actually in the headlines today. Are you all dead? Can't you even read a piece of news?"

After saying these words, he was a little angry and couldn't stand steadily, holding the table with his left hand and taking out a cigarette with his right hand. A person immediately stood up next to him and lit this man's cigarette, and said with a smile: "Why is the chief general so angry and dissipated?" Then he immediately stood up, and his face immediately became stern and shouted: "You see that you can't do any small things, you always let the chief of the bureau worry, not a single bandit can be caught, this is the second time he has attacked the hospital, what do you say you can do?"

"Deputy Director Quan, or the next time the bandits appear, you will go to the scene to command. Song Guoqiang slowly stood up and looked at all the strength and said.

"What kind of attitude do you have," he slapped the table with all his might, "I told you that Song Guoqiang will not handle this next time something like this happens, you can't handle it well, get out of me immediately." ”

Song Guoqiang glared angrily, "I'm leaving, counting on you to catch the bandits." ”

"You" exerted his teeth chattered, "If you don't want to do it, get out of the police station immediately." ”

Song Guoqiang's temper rose as soon as he could, and he just wanted to speak. The chief of the bureau coughed slightly, "You two shut up for me, now is not the time to shirk responsibility and even quarrel, hurry up and think about how to catch this butterfly-faced bandit, and suppress such news for me." ”

Hearing this, the police station quieted down suddenly, not to mention whether this bandit was good or not, it was a matter of news. In the age of the Internet, the speed and volume of a piece of news can break through the sky in just a few seconds, and it is not easy to stop an explosive news in such an era.

The time at work is still going through a little bit, but today's news is a must to work overtime. Zhang Yongzheng walked out of the office with his head hanging and his eyes sloppy at the moment when the time came to get off work, and went home on time in the surprise of all his colleagues.

The subway tonight was no longer the usual quiet, and although it was crowded with people, there was no one talking to each other. Today is different, less of the usual quiet, full of noisy sounds, groups of fierce discussions, people they don't know from time to time, they want to yell at each other, and then hit each other's hands, as if they have found a confidant in life. "I really didn't expect such bandits to appear in this city. "yes, definitely the loser in the garbage life of society, to protect the city. "This kind of person should be directly imprisoned or shot, this kind of gangster and his accomplices are killed, they are simply scum." "It's definitely scum, the hospital is a place to save lives, why attack the hospital, if you catch this butterfly-faced gangster, you must shoot it 10,000 times to relieve the hatred in my heart." "At first glance, you knew that you didn't watch the afternoon news, the report said that this butterfly-faced gangster went to the hospital to see a doctor, and the doctor thought he was too ugly, not only did he not see a good doctor but also made sarcastic remarks, and finally had a physical examination, and he was directly out of the hospital without taking medicine, so he took a mask to attack this hospital. ”

What's even more stinging is that when everyone is arguing about these things, they want to really bring the butterfly-faced gangsters to justice with hateful eyes and vicious eyes. Now they are sitting on the subway and talking righteously, but they don't know what kind of scene they really face when they face the gangsters.

Zhang Yongzheng was standing in the subway, listening to the news that slandered himself, and the news came out of nowhere. Listen to their mouths full of saliva about a piece of news that they didn't try to distinguish between fakes. A burst of stinging in the heart that was originally very firm, and even felt that all the eyes in the carriage were hating him.

It's been almost two months since I came to this city, and there is not a day that is harder or more tired than today. He dragged his body and didn't go back to his room, but walked straight to the rooftop and mentioned his beer. I didn't expect to work hard to drink so much in this city, but what accompanied me was this beer, this wine without any breath of life, by my side. How ironic, to use cold wine to relieve a heart full of pain.

It was dark, and the beer-drenched heart was intoxicated in the darkness. Guarding the city in the dark, he fights the wicked every night, and fights the gangsters who have brought destruction to the city. But why is it that he has now become the villain of this city, and has become a street rat shouted and beaten by everyone in this city, and he is not even as good as a street rat all the time. The power of the media is huge, and the transmission of information is really fast enough, and in a short period of time, tens of millions of people in the city know about this vicious bandit with a butterfly face. Those who sat on the rooftops could hear the city's scolding and cursing from the sky.

The wine was all gone, the stinging heart was not anesthetized, and the heart buried in the darkness had blood in the pain. Originally, it was tiring enough to struggle alone in this city, but no one cared about it, but they had to stick a knife in their hearts. The city's iron walls and reinforced concrete separate people's hearts from each other, locked in lonely cages. It's all cold, without a hint of temperature, and the city wants to find a heart to warm each other, sorry you're in the wrong place.