Feng Jing was honestly handcuffed and pushed into the police car, and after Zhu Qing said something to the two special policemen, he talked to Feng Jing through a conscious dialogue. www.biquge.info He wanted Feng Jing to insist that he had never been to Yangluo Village, and he would come to him as a temporary worker as soon as the school was over. Zhu Qing told him not to use force, he would find someone to deal with it.

Feng Jing obeyed Zhu Qing's orders, pretended to be his grandson in the police station, and let the police shout and interrogate, and he insisted that he had not been to Yangluo Village. In the police's interrogation, Feng Jing somewhat felt that the arrest had something to do with the wounding incident in Yangluo Village, but he never felt that there was anything to be afraid of, and he wanted to leave as simple as he wanted to leave.

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On Friday evening, the telephone ringing in Room 1802 in the northwest of Nanshan District, Nanyang City, in the Haofangyuan Community, was faintly heard outside the house.

There were two people in the room, a middle-aged woman was cutting vegetables in the kitchen without interest, and the other middle-aged man was lazily half-lying on the sofa, staring listlessly at the non-stop phone, with no intention of answering.

The woman put down the kitchen knife and poked her head out to look at the middle-aged man who was lazily lying on the sofa. It was a middle-aged woman with worried eyes, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

The middle-aged man leaned over and picked up the phone: "Hey? ”

"Zhennan?" A deep voice came from the phone.

The middle-aged man known as Zhennan had a moment of energy, sat upright, and said seriously: "Yes, Yuanhui, how are things?" ”

"It's a little tricky." The person on the phone lowered his voice and said, "The old man's approach has no effect, just like what we investigated before, that Feng Jing and this person named Feng Jing may really be two people." Again...... The one named Feng Jing has been cremated in Daping Middle School. ”

Xu Zhennan took a deep breath, cast his eyes on the sky that had been dyed red by the sunset, and spit out that breath for a long time: "People with that kind of superpower are never so easy to die, cremation is just an appearance, it is not that simple." ”

"Yes...... Zhennan, there is no result, and he will have to be released tomorrow morning. The man on the phone said with some embarrassment.

"Release? That's the end of my brother and my son's business? Xu Zhennan thought of his younger brother and son who were still lying in the hospital, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes became dull.

"Zhennan...... Maybe it's really two people, as the old man said? Although the identity of the dead cannot be confirmed, it is also not certain that it is the same person! ”

"I don't care, I can't let go of mistakes. I have only one son, and now I am crippled, if this revenge cannot be avenged, I will be ashamed of my ancestors! The more Xu Zhennan spoke, the more excited he became, until he stood up and saw his wife walking towards him, he calmed down slightly, exhaled, sat back on the sofa and said in a low voice, "Relax over there, I'll let the two of you in." ”

"But the old man ......"

"I can't care about that much." Something else to say on the phone, Xu Zhennan decisively interrupted the other party's words.

Xu Zhennan's wife sat down with him and leaned on him without speaking. Xu Zhennan also quickly ended the call, grabbed his wife's hand, put it in the palm of his hand, patted it gently, did not speak, glanced at his wife, and turned his head to look out the window.

Dusk fell, in the unaware busyness of the people. A city, it has nothing to do with dusk, because they have never taken care of each other, like two permanent strangers, passing by, and no one has paid attention to anyone.

For a poet, dusk is a poem that describes a person's life. Whether the dusk is beautiful or not depends on the poet himself, and how many clouds the sun reflects red during the day.

Feng Jing lowered his head and looked at the sky that had been dyed red by the setting sun through the window of the detention center, in a daze. At this time, he was like a poet with great thoughts and feelings, and his eyes were full of pity. Just now, his uncle told him not to return to Daxin Village through a voice of consciousness.

If he doesn't go back to his uncle, where should he go? A drifter, a ruthless city, he just calmed down his life, and life played a joke on him.

It was getting dark, and his consciousness was gradually blurred, and before he knew it, his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep in this single iron cage.

Perhaps it was better to stay in the detention center than to wander outside, and he fell asleep peacefully.

In the middle of the night, two men in black skillfully infiltrated the detention center and came to the front of the iron gate without much effort. Four eyes stared at the sleeping Feng Jing, and the two of them each drew their pistols from their waists.

Feng Jing squinted his eyes and looked at the two black-clothed men outside the iron gate, pursed his mouth, turned his back to the two black-clothed men.

The two black-clothed men were startled, looked at each other, pointed the gun at Feng Jing's head, and pulled the trigger, but the bullet did not shoot for a long time.

"Stupid." Feng Jing sat down and looked at the empty iron gate, "I don't know if I've been targeted, and I'm still here to kill me, it's too tender." ”

In this city with swaying lights, two black shadows mixed with the darkness of the night, crossed the sky, and fell towards the sparsely populated river in the east of Nanyang City. Through the darkness of the night and the refreshing cool breeze, the water waves look very beautiful and moving, like the melody of life, adding vitality to life.

On the morning of the second day, two floating bodies dressed in black were found on the river east of Nanyang City, which were preliminarily determined to be two police officers from Nanshan District.

In the morning, Feng Jing walked out of the police station with a man with a briefcase, and the policemen who passed by him basically passed him sideways. The man holding the briefcase, who didn't like to talk much, glanced at Feng Jing beside him, and shook his head slightly in confusion, indicating his strangeness and ignorance.

Feng Jing didn't care about the man holding the briefcase next to him, and giggled at every policeman who turned sideways to make him, as if this was a very funny Taiwan drama.

At the door of the police station, the man with the briefcase said a few words and left. Feng Jing was left standing alone at the door of the police station, losing all the smiles on his face just now, looking at the blue sky, he couldn't find the direction to go home.

After walking along the highway for a while, until he felt tired, he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out the three hundred pieces that the briefcase man had given him. He still got in the car and took the car to the bus station in Nanyang City, where he planned to return to Dongcheng Middle School, which was the only place he could stay.

Feng Jing's mood may have been too low, and he didn't notice that a gray Chevrolet sedan had been following him from a hundred meters away, coming out of the police station until he got on the bus to Dongcheng.

In the Haofangyuan community in the northwest of Nanshan District, the phone rang in Room 1802 in the north. Before the phone rang for the second time, Xu Zhennan sat up in a panic and picked up the phone: "How is it?" ”

"Zhennan, it's the two of them, I've seen it with my own eyes." The voice of an unhurried middle-aged man came from the phone.

Xu Zhennan held his breath, lay back on the sofa, and after a long time, he exhaled and said, "It's me who underestimated him too much, but it is certain that the two of them are the same person." ”

"Brother Zhennan, I think we should forget it, there is nothing we can do with him if we lock him up." The man on the phone said with some frustration.

"Forget it? Now it's not like I can forget it, if that kid asks something about Xu Jingye and Zhou Ming, we will have to go to prison, and even he will kill our whole family. ”

"Not really."

"If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, Xu Jingye and Zhou Ming, you deal with it, don't leave any traces." There was a clear sentence on the phone, and when Xu Zhennan wanted to hang up the phone, he suddenly remembered something, "You asked your brother's car not to follow too closely, that kid is not simple." ”

"yes, got it." As soon as I said a word on the phone, a busy signal came out, and the phone was hung up.

Xu Zhennan grabbed the phone, hung up the phone very carelessly, and looked at the empty house with a dull eye, he only celebrated his son's birthday half a month ago, and the house was full of laughter. But now, there is only one middle-aged man over forty left, sighing helplessly, the change came so suddenly.

Xu Zhennan lay down on the sofa, tilted his head, looked at the ceiling, and slowly walked into contemplation.

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