An hour later, Rose walked out of the room, the sound of high heels disappearing at the end of the hallway, and the people arguing next door fell silent, and what happened in the next room was perhaps far less meaningful than their fruitless quarrel.

The front desk downstairs is still asleep. All of this is a nevertheless nightmare for many people. Rose walked through the lobby downstairs, opening and closing the door and disappearing into the dawn of the morning. On the other side of the computer, Mousse knocked down the last car return, leaned back in the chair, and recalled the little smile that Rose had turned back to the monitor before leaving the door, and then fell asleep like this.

When the first scream of the inn sounds, when the police car sps across the street with the sound of sirens, when the final payment is credited, a good deal is always on time. When the police stood in front of the door of 325, the blood stains all over the room teased the visual nerves of everyone present.

Then I saw five people lying on the ground neatly, their hands and feet were wrapped in bandages, the bandage binding technique was very professional, the scene was very clean, it should be said that there was nothing else except bloodstains, all the details were handled very cleanly, there were no fingerprints, no footprints, except for the murder confession with five fingerprints, the murderer left nothing. The surveillance yielded no results, and the descriptions of several witnesses were also ambiguous, only knowing that the murderer was a woman and very beautiful.

That's right, it's beautiful, the front desk, and the middle-aged man next door all used the word, although his wife pulled up his ears and pounded the vixen in her mouth, but beautiful was innocent. Last night's murder at the food stall was successfully solved in less than 12 hours, and all the suspects were arrested, and the media did not speculate, I think people will forget about it soon.

The reward of the commendation, the sentence of the sentence, the justice served. So is this justice, I sat in that bar with Mr. Fish again, and I asked him this question after telling the story. "Justice?" He muttered for a moment, was silent for a while, and then stared at the wine glass and said earnestly, "It's just a momentary anger, don't say it so high-sounding, I didn't have this concept for a long time, so I don't think justice means anything to our profession." Collect money to do things, you just feel comfortable. Don't think about what you don't have. He took a sip of the wine from his glass, and all that was left was the ice cubes stained with red wine, which were crystal beautiful.

Some people live a delicate life, like a goblet, and some people live a casual life, like a garbage heap. In this world, there are rules for everything, and the rules and regulations are intricate. The upper class is trying to find the meaning of survival, and the people at the bottom are just a way to survive.

And we seem to be just in the cracks, relying on transactions to survive, like a tool or a medium. I have seen the darkest side of this world, and there will be shadows under the great light. The man with the torch walks through the night, and never tries to illuminate everything.

We all can't help but choose a mechanism of self-preservation, so when we walk in the sun, let all the dangers grow in the dark corners, and only remember to look for the light when the darkness comes. And justice, in fact, is just a condition that people can control and is conducive to survival.

There is no need to be overly obsessed, the world is changing, people are changing, and justice is also changing. But the killer profession never seems to have anything to do with justice, and these seem to be useless thoughts, like a struggle in the mind, and really meaningless.

Mr. Yu held the wine glass, looked at the light through the glass, and looked playful. I took out the cigarette case from my arms, tapped a cigarette with my fingers, took out and lit it, and I was just about to get up when I found that Mr. Yu had already stood up, turned around and walked outside.

I stared at his back with some confusion, and he said as he walked: I don't seem to have any money with me today, please. Then I walked out without looking back, and I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

God knows how expensive it is to drink here, so I called Brother Monkey, and when Brother Monkey sat down in front of me bitterly and asked me what I was eating, it was already three hours later.

The waiter kept staring at me like this, for fear that I would run away with my legs. I asked Brother Monkey: Did you bring me money? Brother Monkey raised his eyebrows, and asked me with a head tattoo: "What money, didn't you say come to dinner, I didn't hear the signal very well just now... ”

"That is, you didn't bring any money with you?" I suddenly felt the waiter's gaze behind me tense.

Brother Monkey seemed to feel that I was really okay, and hurriedly said with a smile on his face: "I didn't bring my money, but I brought your money." ”