Destiny is to come and go.

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The early spring of Hongjing is still very cold.

But the sting has passed, the rain is also abundant, and the flowing clouds outline a very vivid scene between the heaven and the earth, and the city is full of grass and trees, half of which is new and half of it is green.

The bicycle bell jingles, left and right, as if it is a small bell to wake up an insect. On the side of the road are a series of flower stalls, ranging from custard carnations to lilac phalaenopsis, and pedestrians can buy a bouquet for very little money.

The convict pulled over to the side of the road, stepped out of the door, took two steps, and stopped under a plane tree.

There was a flower stall under the tree, and the little girl who sold flowers was wearing a velvet hat, her face was red from the cold, and she smiled sweetly when she saw the torturers.

The torturer took out ten yuan, and the little girl handed over a bouquet of lilies as usual.

The lily still had the fragrance of dew, and the torturer shook his head, pulled out only one of them, and then rubbed his fingers against the little girl's cheek, and then turned and walked towards the depths of the flower street.

At the end of this flower street, there is a hidden cemetery, and as you get closer, the fragrance of flowers will gradually fade away, and the smell of fireworks will become stronger.

This cemetery is not located in the suburbs of the beautiful mountains, but almost on the edge of the city center, where every inch of land is valuable, and it is near a large river with a bridge called Taiqian.

It has been more than half a year since Lin Chen fell from the Taiqian Bridge into the river.

The lake rustled and licked the pebbles on the shore, and the torturer walked through the scattered tombstones, and in front of the tombstone closest to the shore of the lake, he stopped and lowered the lily in his hand.

There wasn't even a photograph of the tombstone, and the surname was painted red with ink, perhaps because of too much oil paint from the drawing, and tiny ink stains leaked from the edges of the name, like the tentacles of some insect.

The convict sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, lit a cigarette, but let the flames burn out inch by inch.

That day, after Lin Chen and Feng Peilin fell off the bridge, they searched the river for a long time.

For the first time, he experienced the journey from full of hope to disillusionment.

Until now, he sometimes remembered Lin Chen's face when he fell into the river.

He had seen the faces of many people before they died, but he had never seen anyone as calm and calm as Lin Chen, as if he was just going out for breakfast, as if the autumn leaves should fall from the branches.

He often wondered if Lin Chen hadn't died at all, after all, they hadn't caught any corpses. Then maybe one day, Lin Chen will stand in front of this clothed mound, pick up the lily in front of the tombstone, and sniff it gently.

Therefore, he likes to come here very much, even if he doesn't do anything, he can be in a daze.

The torturer sat in front of Lin Chen's grave, looking around aimlessly.

The phone in his trouser pocket suddenly began to vibrate.

"Head, he's here again." That's what the other end of the line said.

"...... in the ten-way section of Hongjing Expressway"

"There were no casualties."

He hung up the phone, stared at the tombstone, took a deep puff of the cigarette at hand, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped the spark with his heel.

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The Hongjing City Criminal Police Team looked no different from Lin Chen when he left.

In the office, most of the police officers have been dispatched, leaving only one technician watching the video.

The torturer even snatched the iced lemon tea in Wang Dynasty's hand and poured it violently, so cold that his teeth were about to chatter.

"Head, although you don't dislike me, it doesn't mean that I don't dislike you, please buy a cup yourself, okay!" Wang Chao snatched back the iced tea with one hand, and changed the mouth of the cup in disgust, and the other hand did not leave the mouse.

"How's it going, still that kid?"

"See for yourself." Wang Chao said, clicked on a video, and started playing.

It was an edited video of a passenger car on the highway for eight minutes.

It was six o'clock in the morning, the stars and the moon had just disappeared, and the two sides of the highway were full of soft reeds, and whenever a passenger car passed by, the reeds near the side of the road would sway like waves.

There were a lot of people in the car, because the seats were too full, the water vapor in the breath of people condensed into a layer of mist on the windows, most of the passengers were resting with their eyes closed, and the air seemed to be full of drowsiness.

On the seat by the window, a woman with a child tears open the lollipop package, and the little girl takes the cantaloupe milk-flavored candy and licks it to the heart's content.

Suddenly, a huge street sign with white letters on a green background appeared outside the window, because the speed of the car was too fast, the street sign flashed away in a flash, except for the huge font that left a light afterimage on the retina.

The sign seemed to activate a wonderful spell, the fog outside the window seemed to seep into the car at once, the camera began to shake violently, the curtains flew up, the passengers all tilted to the left, and the video footage became blurry.

The sound then pierced the eardrums, and the driver slammed the steering wheel, and the horn and the screeching sound of the brakes were superimposed on each other, deafening.

The candy in the little girl's hand fell to the ground, and the creamy lollipop was stained with fine fluff and dust from the carpet, and kept rolling towards the back row.

After the bus stopped in the temporary parking strip, the passengers woke up from a dream, and they hurriedly checked left and right, only to find after a while that there seemed to be no other vehicles around.

The road was empty, frighteningly empty.

They then subconsciously looked at the driver, and several young and strong young men stood up against the back of the seat in front of them, as if they would rush out immediately if there was danger.

However, they were all stunned, because they saw a gun, a gun against the driver's temple.

At some point, someone touched the driver's seat.

It was a very young boy who wore a cashmere scarf of soot. The scarf covers the mouth and nose, revealing only slightly raised eyes, and those eyes are like moist glass, which makes people want to kiss.

I saw him lean close to the driver's ear and seemed to say something.

It's a legal society, guns are strictly controlled, and most people have never seen a handgun in person, let alone encountered a real road carjacking.

Especially the carjacker was so quiet and gentle, even the reflection of the gun in his hand seemed so soft.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, the carjackers did not seem to make any movement, and the passengers began to whisper.

The mother put her arm around the child and patted her on the back, the men stood up vigilantly, and the girl who had watched too many variety shows even began to speculate that this was a special shooting with hidden cameras.

The atmosphere in the carriage gradually stirred, and the bold young man began to walk up the aisle, trying to get closer to the wheelhouse.

The carjacker's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were smiling.

The next moment, the gun rang out.

It was the sound of real gunfire, like firecrackers bursting and vehicles bursting tires, shaking the fog piled up on the side of the road slightly.

The passengers looked at the driver in horror.

The bullet grazed the driver's forehead, shattered the window on the side of the cab, shattered the glass slag all over the ground, and the driver gritted his teeth and shrunk into a ball, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

The passenger door suddenly realized that the young man with the gun was seriously hijacking.

There was silence in the car for a moment.

However, the young man standing at the front of the bus smiled, his eyes bent into a beautiful arc, his arms stretched, and he jumped on the panel of the bus, but the gun in his hand had been put down.

How does a vicious carjacker speak?

Is it to say, "Give all your money or I'll kill you," or "If you don't want to get a headshot, put something valuable in a bag"?

Some guests have consciously taken off the gold watch on their wrists, but they unexpectedly heard very strange words:

"Ladies and gentlemen, take out all your sweets, and besides, I don't want citrus."

The boy said this, as if playing a game, he threw the gun from his left hand to his right hand, and suddenly reached out his hand, and the barrel of the gun was pointed at the driver who was delusional about moving: "I said, please don't move." ”

His soft voice invaded each passenger's ear like warm water.

Everyone thought they had misheard, and their confused eyes looked left and right, and no one knew what was going on.

"Hurry up, I'm not kidding." The boy sat down on the platform and laughed. He wore a pair of bright yellow new Nike shoes under his pale blue jeans, and his feet hung in the air, left and right, swaying gently.

Just when all the passengers were still immersed in the confusion of the unknown, "Bang! With a bang, the boy pulled the trigger again.

This time, the bullet flew to the front of the bus, and the windshield burst open, and the cold wind instantly poured into the car.

The wind blew the boy's black and soft hair, and also made the driver's face as cold as gold leaf.

As if by magic, the boy took out a red velvet hat from his jacket pocket and thoughtfully put it on for the driver.

But in the next second, he pointed the muzzle of the black hole at the restless middle-aged man who was about to pull out the phone in the front row, and said coldly: "Hurry up!" ”

The middle-aged man trembled, took out half a roll of halls mints from his arms, and handed it over.

The boy took the candy with great satisfaction, picked one out of it with one hand, put it in his mouth, and stuffed the candy wrapper into his pocket.

The leader will naturally lead a group of followers, white cold candy, light yellow lemon candy, pink bubble gum, colorful candy have fallen into the teenager's pocket, and some people even handed over a box full of golden Ferrero, the young man looked at the chocolate in disgust and expressed his refusal.

Eight minutes later, all the candy on the bus was swept away.

The car pager came from time to time to call requests, the red dot on the smart computer flashed non-stop, the boy seemed to be bored, he turned off the pager, and easily took the tablet-sized car computer off the shelf.

"Have a great trip."

After he finished speaking, he jumped on the operating platform at the front of the bus and made a flying kiss motion.

The next moment, I saw him jump out of the broken front window without hesitation, roll on the highway, and fly down the highway like a homecoming egret, flying into the vast reeds.