These days, I have repeatedly revisited the first script, from the "magic strategy" of the first spell to the "Hundred Demons Bureau" of the fourth spell, and every time I revisit it, I can't help but feel closer to the "special speech and illusion" of the second script.

Moreover, he had "seen" that the first page of the peculiar speech and the illusion had been slowly lifted. Perhaps, after a while, we will be able to get a glimpse of the full picture of "peculiar speeches and illusions".

"Our Motherland is a garden, the ...... of the garden"

The phone rang, and it was Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang told him something he had long forgotten but took for granted.

"I was literally hit by a telephone pole!"

Yes, Zhang Liang was hit by a telephone pole and his injuries were so serious that the voice he heard on the phone was even more haggard than when he saw him that day.

Zhang Liang suffered a ruptured skull and comminuted fractures in both legs, and was in a coma in the intensive care unit for three days, almost dying.

The two plainclothes men didn't do anything.

I was transferred from the intensive care unit to the intensive care unit today.

In Zhang Liang's intermittent and somewhat ambiguous narrative, Breaking the Cocoon heard an accident that made people laugh and cry.

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Zhang Liang no longer took over the case of Shangguan Yun, and after a few days of leisure, he went to the street with Zhao Jin and another colleague.

Originally, Zhang Liang also felt that three men shopping was like two men watching a movie together, which was very boring, not to mention, there was still a possibility of a "love triangle" combination.

Zhang Liang didn't pay attention to the stupid Lu Qiang's words at all, even though the cocoon's expression was very realistic at that time.

Zhang Liang is a pure atheist and does not respect ghosts and gods.

The crow's mouth is more like a way for the people to vent their anger as a curse, which is the same as asking God to worship the Buddha to bless the promotion and wealth.

Zhang Liang was a special police officer, and he was a reconnaissance platoon commander in the army back then, and he had good vigilance for reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, and he was also extremely sensitive to danger.

This is a new area, a lot of real estate has been developed, the streets have not been cleaned up, and the street lamps on both sides have long been erected, which is very imposing.

There are a lot of lampposts with wires, hanging huge sales poster shelves, the upper and lower ends of the posters are supported by iron wires, very stable. Further afield, there are new buildings that are being built, and there are also buildings that have already been built and are being renovated.

Of course, there is also a beautifully decorated sales department, and there are also building materials that are not in line with the beauty in the sidewalk or in an open area.

The snow has long since stopped, but the wind is stronger.

The thin ice that formed at night on the sidewalk had long since been slowly melted by the weak sun, and there was a thin layer of mud on the sidewalk.

The streets are black and white, black is the traces of being crushed by passing loading and unloading trucks, and white is the snow that has melted or is melting in the center of the road and on both sides.

There was still unmelted snow in the withered lawn in the distance, giving people a feeling of helpless desolation.

Zhang Liang came to see the house.

Looking at a house is to see, not necessarily to buy. Today, Zhang Liang really just came to take a look.

Behind him, a roaring loading and unloading truck drove normally.

In Zhang Liang's experience, the truck posed no danger to his side, and they were on the sidewalk.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, and the loading and unloading trucks are not driving fast. As long as the driver doesn't suddenly go crazy, the loading truck shouldn't drive onto the sidewalk.

Even so, Zhang Liang still glanced back, well, it was an old driver in his forties and fifties, holding a cigarette, which was normal.

Turning a corner is the sales department, where there are many inflatable arches, fixed on both sides with finger-thick steel ropes.

Zhang Liang's destination is there.

He walked on the sidewalk, listening to the sound of loading trucks and measuring the distance from himself.

He didn't know why he had such a move, was it really because of Lu Qiang's words? Or because of suspicion? In short, he felt that he was not lightly ill.

The billboards on the lampposts are not very high, but the loading and unloading trucks can still pass easily and will certainly not be scratched.

Zhang Liang heard the sound of the loading and unloading truck, getting closer and closer to him, and it was still a safe distance.

The lampposts are silver and slightly harsh in sunlight. Zhang Liang felt that this design was not good. If it's summer, each lamppost might be a mirror standing on the side of the street.

Perhaps, Zhao Jin and another member of the criminal investigation team were a little depressed and began to laugh.

"Team Zhang, the newly acquired little brother said that you would be beaten by a telephone pole, which telephone pole do you say it will be?" Zhao Jin pointed to the silver lampposts on the side of the street and said with a smile.

Another team member glanced at this colleague who was "not doing his job", a little serious, "Actually, I don't believe in any ghosts and gods, but there are some things you really don't believe, such as my cousin saw ghosts ......."

At this time, the loading and unloading truck passed by them and drove forward, and as soon as his "ghost" word exited, he saw the bucket box of the loading and unloading truck slid down suddenly.

Zhang Liang knew that it should be the air pressure rod of the loading and unloading truck that failed, and the box was pushed up. Then, he saw that the billboard, which had allowed the loading and unloading truck to pass easily, had been hung up because the trunk was propped up.

The driver of the loading and unloading truck did not know it, and continued to move forward, forward.

It may be a tofu dregs project, and the silver-white lampposts are actually starting to tilt.

Lean forward.

Zhang Liang and the others stopped.

In his experience, it's a perfectly safe distance. When he thought of Lu Qiang's words, he was still a little awe-inspiring in his heart.

"If the car goes a little slower, or if I go a little faster, I might really get hit by a telephone pole. ”

But he didn't rejoice, after all, it was an accident, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Immediately afterward, he heard a "crash", the sound of the steel rope supporting the billboard being broken, and then, he heard a small but rapid sound of breaking wind.

The broken steel rope should have swept towards this side, and the steel rope was very fast, making a rapid "woo" sound.

The light is white, and the silver pillars by the roadside are white. Finger-thick steel ropes are simply invisible at this speed and in this situation.

Zhang Liang just knew that if he was swept by the steel rope, he should be "slipped" directly from his body.

The upper body should also "slide" down!

Zhang Liang pounced forward, kicked his legs back, and knocked the two behind him to the ground, and he also took advantage of the momentum to slide forward for more than a meter.

"Beep".

The steel rope swept over his head, and the sound was clear.

"Fools kill people. Zhang Liang lay on the ground, afraid for a while.

Didn't you say that the pole was a steel cable?

He was about to get up when he heard someone behind him exclaim. The sensitivity of his profession made him understand that the crisis did not seem to be over.

He looked up slightly, and saw that the lamppost a meter away had fallen on the green brick stacked there.

The bricks could not withstand the force of the lamppost falling.

Slightly scattered, then scattered.

The lamppost bounced and rolled down from the scattered green bricks.