At that moment, Xiao Haiyang's whole person seemed to be split into three petals, and the first petal was dumbfounded and asked his ears: "What is this old immortal talking about?" ”

The second petal controlled his hands, trying to untie the metal ring around Fei Du's neck, but unfortunately, although Officer Xiao had the ability to never forget, he basically didn't know anything about machinery and gadgets, and he listened to what the talented woman said "there are bombs/bombs", and he was even more at a loss where to start, and he was so anxious that he was numb.

The rest of his mind was on his back, ready to block the bullets that would break through his flesh in the next moment, and although he had not had a good life, he had never been pointed at gunpoint, like a death row prisoner lying under a guillotine, and he had already imagined his own death before his execution.

Death row inmates are unable to move under the guillotine because they are shackled.

Xiao Haiyang couldn't tell what he was carrying, he was confused and carrying a huge fear, and he couldn't figure out why he didn't dodge.

However, it just didn't dodge.

The gunshot behind him rang out suddenly, Xiao Haiyang's whole body froze, and a thought slipped through his heart; "I'm going to die."

The feeling of "dying" is only a short moment, he has no time to look back on his short life, and he is not as sad as described in literary works, his heart is very chaotic, like a sea that does not know where to start, thousands of thoughts rise and fall and annihilate like a tide, the most abrupt one is: "How to open this circle?" ”

The next moment, Xiao Haiyang was pushed away, and he kept such a stiff and crooked side, only then did he realize that the imaginary pain did not come, but only a hole leaked in his pocket-

The moment Fan Siyuan shot it, he was kicked by Luo Wenzhou, who came from the impact, the bullet flew away, flew away from the corner of Xiao Haiyang's clothes, and hit his head on the broken screen mobile phone left by Lang Qiao.

Luo Wenzhou was in a state of high stress from the moment he heard that Fei Du was missing—he rudely unloaded his seven emotions and six desires and threw them on the ground, his body ran 108,000 miles away, kicked Fan Siyuan's gun, and dragged Xiao Haiyang away in one go, he knelt on the ground, didn't look at Fei Du at all, shielded everything he had just heard and seen outside his chest, and all his energy was narrowed to a thin one, quickly swept the structure of the metal ring, and methodically touched the back of Fei Du's neck.

At the same time, he also gave an orderly order: "Call the bomb disposal expert to come over." ”

"Click".

The rapid influx of air swept through Fei Du's injured throat like a gust of wind, forcibly disturbing his imminent consciousness, the violent cough made him spasm, and the fatal grip ring finally came out of his hand, Luo Wenzhou hugged him, and only then did the half-blooded trouser leg and the scars on Fei Du's body poke into his eyes like pins, and all the voices, anger, anxiety, and fear that had just been blocked by him became a flood that opened the floodgates, drowning him in it.

Luo Wenzhou's whole person was weak, and he could hardly hold Fei Du.

The colleague who had just left behind him hurriedly rushed over.

"Team Luo, put people down!"

"Flatten! Flatten and let him breathe! ”

"Slow down...... Come and help! ”

Luo Wenzhou rubbed the blood stains on Fei Du's body on his hands, vaguely realized that it was the first responders who rushed in despite the fact that the scene was not cleaned up, and followed the instructions of the first responders blankly.

Feidu seems to be a bonsai that has never been bent by wind and frost.

He is not difficult to feed, and there are only two things he does not eat every day - this and that. Sweet Talk is an international level, with a professional doctoral supervisor qualification of "seeking pleasure". He is like glass, the sky / seamless fragile and flawless.

"Strangling the other party is a long-term, enjoyable way of killing."

"Can you ...... Give me another chance to pretend to see my mother? ”

"It's not her cause of death that trapped me."

"There are thousands of tall buildings in the world, why did she choose only here?"

"I didn't...... Trauma. ”

The cold and damp basement hides boundless secret memories, and he involuntarily chokes every time he mentions it, and the song is always a single loop......

All kinds of signs were pierced together by Fan Siyuan's words, and the unimaginable dark truth suddenly collided, hollowing out Luo Wenzhou's chest in an instant, he remembered that summer, the boy who was backed by a lonely villa and seemed to be unable to integrate into the world, and remembered the clear, paranoid, as if hiding countless secrets.

He couldn't tear through time and space, and strode into seven years ago, picked up the silent child, held the scars he never revealed, and said to him, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"I'm late......"

Fei Du seemed to be a little conscious, and his unfocused gaze stayed on Luo Wenzhou's face for a long time, as if he recognized him, and actually showed a smile, and then, Luo Wenzhou understood his lips.

He said, "No...... The monsters are all cleaned up, I'm the last one, can you lock me up in your house? ”

Three generations, starting with dirty money and desire/hope, the continued hatred continues to ferment and expand...... At this point, the dust has finally settled.

Luo Wenzhou couldn't hold back any longer.

The surname Fei may really be a natural sadist, and with only one breath left, he can also spell out the biggest torture of his life to torture him.

"Hey, glasses, are you alright?" Lang Qiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stretched out his hand and pulled up Xiao Haiyang, her coat had long been gone, and the quite fashionable rod sweater had undergone some changes, becoming a more "fashionable" beggar outfit.

Xiao Haiyang woke up like a dream, and when he saw Lang Qiao, he suddenly remembered something, and reached out to touch his pocket: "Sister Xiao Qiao, ...... your mobile phone"

Xiao Haiyang said, suddenly stunned, and reached out to touch his body.

Lang Qiao: "Looking for what?" ”

"I just dropped my work card." Xiao Haiyang muttered, his fingers came out of the blackened and leaky pocket, and he frowned and looked around.

"I'll let them find it for you," Lang Qiao tugged at his arm and let the bomb disposal expert go, "It's not safe, withdraw first." ”

"Oh...... Hey, I see it! Xiao Haiyang's work card and gun flew out together, and landed not far away, at the feet of Fan Siyuan, who was forcibly erected by two policemen, the wallet fell open when it fell, and there was a photo of Gu Zhao in the work card of the small glasses.

Xiao Haiyang didn't like Gu Zhao's black-and-white portrait, what he carried with him was a group photo, which Gu Zhao took out to play when he was off duty and took it in the park. The man on top looked younger and more relaxed, pressing the little boy's head, holding a marshmallow in his hand, and smiling uncomfortably at the camera, not much like the one on the posthumous portrait.

Fan Siyuan didn't know why, he kept staring at the photo, feeling that the man on it was very familiar, and when he was dragged away by the police, his eyes were still glued to it.

Xiao Haiyang stepped forward to pick it up, blocking Fan Siyuan's sight a little distressedly, and erasing the soil on it.

"Whose picture did you clip?" Lang Qiao asked casually while urging him to leave.

Xiao Haiyang: "Uncle Gu." ”

"Ah," said the young policewoman with a crisp voice, "is it Officer Gu Zhao?" Do you really know him? Hey, let me take a look at ......."

Fan Siyuan's whole body was shocked, as if he had been struck by lightning, he turned his head suddenly, struggling to rush in the direction of Xiao Haiyang: "Wait! ”

The criminal policeman who was holding him thought that he was going to have something to do, so he held him down and scolded: "What are you doing!" Be honest! ”

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Show me! Come back! You show me a look at him......"

But Xiao Haiyang glanced back at him coldly and didn't stop.

Fan Siyuan was escorted away by the police without touching his feet, his neck twisted out an incredible arc, and he was still looking back unrelentingly.

Fourteen years, Gu Zhao has lived in his heart as on that portrait, always the same expression, there is a little difference, he can't recognize it.

The falling sycamore leaves in Yangong Dali, the young man riding a bicycle is shy and gentle...... All of them had disappeared, and there was no trace of him, and only then did he realize that he had forgotten Gu Zhao and the way he laughed.

For more than ten years, there was only one Zhang Chunling and one Zhang Chunjiu left in his heart.

The Chunlai Group left a mark on him that went deep into his flesh and bones, and together with himself, he was pinched into what he is today.

Zhang Chunling watched Fei Du being carried away, and then, the police who handcuffed him searched him, searched his mobile phone from his pocket, and the moment he took it out, a message prompt just lit up the screen, and the message content crossed over to the lock screen: "It's time, the game is over [picture]."

I couldn't look at the picture in the lock screen state, Zhang Chunling was anxious, and took the initiative to report a string of passwords: "This is the lock screen password, let me see him, let me see him!" ”

The criminal police officer who grabbed him put an evidence bag on his mobile phone, and through the transparent bag, he compassionately unlocked Zhang Chunling's mobile phone and sent him the picture. The numbers on the countdown board were all zero, and Zhang Donglai fell to the side with his eyes closed, his white shirt stained red with bloodstains, and he didn't move.

"Nope! No—"

"No, no, no, don't pour it, slimy!" At this time, Zhang Donglai, who was on the other side of the ocean, suddenly jumped up, with a rope tied to his body, "Red wine also needs money to buy!" Besides, you can't play with me alone! ”

A circle of girls giggled and laughed, and one of the young girls with a melon seed face held his mobile phone and shook it: "Lost, lost, lost!" Brother Zhang, the person who received your message ignored you, either you were too unsuccessful as a person, or you were seen through by others, anyway, you lost, you can't be fooled! ”

Zhang Donglai grinned and asked the girl to help him untie the rope, and casually dropped the drink on his head - he was playing the boring "Truth or Dare" with the girls, and when it was his turn, he chose "Dare", and everyone asked him to pretend to be kidnapped and send the photo to a relative and friend to see how the other party reacted.

Zhang Donglai was drunk by the beautiful big girls who were chattering, and he didn't think about what was wrong with this game, so he happily agreed, and it was really miserable: "Don't make trouble, show me, who is so unreasonable......"

His voice stopped abruptly, and when he saw the chat partner clearly, he immediately jumped three feet high: "Damn, sister!" But yours is it, do you know who you send the message to? This is my dad! ”

The girl who took a picture with his mobile phone tilted her head innocently: "Your note to your dad is 'big guy'?" ”

"Old man," Zhang Donglai burped and pulled the neckline soaked in red wine at random, "It's serious at home, I haven't seen him laugh, when I was a child, he occasionally went home, and when he spoke, he asked me and my sister to be two meters away from him, as if reporting work, I remember that Zhang Ting once secretly wore a floral skirt under the school uniform when she was a child, and the school teacher didn't say anything about her, but the old man saw it, ouch, I'll go, just because of this bit of, I got so angry that my second uncle didn't dare to persuade me, so that Zhang Ting didn't dare to stink and be beautiful anymore, Teenage girl, grizzled all day long...... But when we grew up, we kissed him a lot, maybe the old man was old. ”

When he said this, he suddenly found that the girl who was crazy and splashed him with wine had a very strange look, and there was a little indescribable compassion in her eyes under the cover of heavy makeup and beautiful contacts, and her flower-like smile was reluctant. Zhang Donglai: "What's wrong?" ”

"No, I remember the tragic school uniform when I was a child," the girl collected her expression in the blink of an eye, "It's not over yet, don't change the subject, go get a drink!" ”

Zhang Donglai was sweetly tortured by a large group of girls, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "Spare me!" ”

Zhou Huaijin condescendingly glanced at the men and women surrounding the pool, and walked out quietly.

The sunset has begun to sink, he heard Lu Jia not far away who he was calling, Lu Jia's face has been very tense, and he asked the other end of the phone twice in succession, "Are you sure it's okay", before it eased slightly, and then his voice softened, Zhou Huaijin vaguely heard him say: "We'll go back in two days, don't worry." ”

Go back - Zhou Huaijin thought distractedly, where to go back?

He is not familiar with China, and the old house of the Zhou family is not his home, and the only relatives have been separated between Lethe.

Where else can I go back?

After a while, Lu Jia came to him unconsciously, got two ice creams out of nowhere, and handed one to Zhou Huaijin - according to Lu Jia, foreign devils have a bad sense of taste, and the ice cream is sweeter than that of China, which suits his appetite, and he must go back after eating enough.

Zhou Huaijin hadn't studied the regional issue of ice cream flavors, so he tasted it with a little cold wind and shivered. Two middle-aged men sat side by side on the cold stone steps in the backyard of the hotel, and Lu Jia said, "Everyone has caught it." ”

Zhou Huaijin turned his head.

"The head of the Chunlai group - the gang that chased and killed you before - and the group of neurotics who killed your brother have all been caught." Lu Jia paused and roughly sorted out the ins and outs for him.

The absurd grievances of the wealthy family, the sinister Zheng Kaifeng, and the father and daughter of the Dong family who were used...... and Zhou Huaixin, who lay in the coffin instead of him.

The ins and outs are very complicated, after all, they are deep hatreds that have lasted for forty or fifty years, and their brothers are just a corner swept by the storm of hatred, and they occupy an insignificant small role in the story.

The dragon set is not counted, probably only worthy of being called "props".

Zhou Huaijin nodded, and slowly ate a bite of the ice cream that Lu Jia gave him, feeling that his sense of taste might be frozen, and he didn't taste the sweets and sours. He was stunned for a moment with the cream on the corners of his mouth, and suddenly lowered his head slowly, buried his face deep in the middle of his knees, and began to cry.

The setting sun buried himself on this day through his crying, and the Chinese New Year's Eve in Yancheng should be dawn, sporadic firecrackers gradually sounded, and the overtime criminal police hurriedly washed their faces, held a short meeting like a battle, and got busy. Wei Lan, who turned herself in in the interrogation room, wore overnight makeup on her face, put her hands on her sideburns, and reached out to the police to ask for a cigarette.

"My original name was Wei Lan, I killed people, I absconded after killing people, they took me in and gave me a fake identity."

"Hmm...... Yes, I can testify. ”

"Regrets?" Wei Lan paused, lowered her head and smiled, flicked the cigarette ash, and I don't know who got up early in the morning and put a hung earth red, which blew up the cars on the side of the road in unison, and even the interrogation room could vaguely hear it, Wei Lan listened for a moment, a little distracted, and muttered in a non-answering, "This is almost the New Year, right?" ”