On an early winter night, it was pitch black outside, and in a house on the outskirts of the city, a young man in his 30s was busy at a large table in the middle of the house.

The room was full of books, on the shelves, on the bed, on the couch, and even on the floor. In fact, the whole room, except for a large table and chair in the middle of the room, a TV on the table, and a broken sofa bed in the corner, the rest are books.

If you look closely, you will find that all but twenty or thirty college chemistry textbooks are history books.

Wang Feng carefully made the last explosive pipe, then tied it firmly with the rest of the explosive pipes on the table, and carefully placed it under the table with a pile of explosive pipes on the ground, and then relieved himself.

Wang Feng put the things on the table away, turned off the lamp on the table tiredly, and lay down on the broken sofa bed.

Wang Feng, who had his eyes closed, saw what he had done over the years. After graduating, I couldn't find a good job, cowered in two small businesses, and spent six or seven years in a mess, I couldn't stand the scolding and scolding of the bosses, and left in a fit of anger both times.

With no fixed place to live, Wang Feng wandered around in this strange and familiar city, struggling to survive. In desperation, he started the black work of dynamite and explosive pipes. Fortunately, he majored in chemistry in college, and slowly, he became more affluent. At least not as embarrassing as in previous years.

He vaguely remembered the vows he had made when he was a teenager, and felt a desolation in his heart. Now he is like a rubber man, without a goal, without love, like a walking corpse, the difference is that he can only gasp.

I wonder what happened to the old mother at home? and my sister, I think they're all married. Although he can go home at any time, seven or eight years have passed, and Wang Feng has changed from his twenties to his thirties, but he has never gone back.

What do you say when you go back, do you say that you make explosives for a living? In this era, money has become the only criterion for measuring whether a person is useful. No matter what bullshit education you have, if you are penniless, even your relatives will look at you angrily.

This is an old house in the urban-rural junction of Xingzhou City, the walls and roof have long been dilapidated, only the doors, windows and the ground are still intact. Due to the imminent demolition, many of the original residents have moved out of here, leaving only some lonely old people and the bottom of society, as well as ill-intentioned people like Wang Feng, who are still taking root here tenaciously and getting by.

Wang Feng buried his head in the pillow and cried silently for a while. After a while, he wiped his eyes and face with the sheets, turned over, and remained motionless.

staring at the ceiling for a while, Wang Feng grabbed the remote control under his thigh, pressed the TV, and the screen immediately lit up, followed by the host's disliked artificial face.

At this time, it was midnight, and the boring local news was playing on the TV, Wang Feng was bored, he picked up the remote control, and was about to change the channel, but his hand stopped there.

"Special news from this station, at 2:30 p.m. today, an explosion occurred in a kindergarten on South Street in this city, killing seven children and injuring 13 children. According to the police, the suspect in the accident, Zhao Liangdong, is currently missing. If anyone finds Zhao Liangdong, please contact the police immediately. The artificial-faced beauty had a serious face and reported in a rounded manner.

Later, the scene after the explosion of the kindergarten and the families of the children were wept and grieved, and then photos and information of the suspects appeared on the screen.

Although it was winter, cold sweat broke out on Wang Feng's forehead, and he stared directly at the suspect on the TV screen, like falling into an ice cave! Isn't this criminal suspect Zhao Liangdong the same person who bought the explosive pipe from him a few days ago!

The news had already ended, and the colorful light from the TV was scurrying in the dark room, Wang Feng turned off the TV, and the room suddenly fell into endless darkness.

The rat was running on the ceiling, but Wang Feng ignored it, and his whole person fell into darkness.

In the dark night, there was a dog barking constantly, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, followed by a slight knock on the door, and a low voice sounded: "Is Brother Ye here?" I'm Zhao Liangdong!"

Wang Feng didn't say anything, and the people outside the door knocked a few more times, thinking that there was no one, and was about to leave, but the door opened.

"What's the matter? ...... you are," Wang Feng asked with a frown.

Before Wang Feng's words were finished, several people on the other side had already pushed him into the room, and then the door was gently closed.

Before Wang Feng had time to get angry, the other party had already whispered: "Brother Ye, I'm Zhao Liangdong." Your explosives are very powerful, please help me make some big moves, and I won't lose you in price!"

Wang Feng rubbed his body up, swept his legs, swept the two people behind, and then hit Zhao Liangdong in the abdomen with a punch.

Zhao Liangdong bent down in pain, Wang Feng grabbed Zhao Liangdong's neck from behind, and the two fell to the ground together.

The two bandits got up, one took out a pistol, put it against Wang Feng's forehead, and roared in a low voice: "Boy, if you move again, Lao Tzu will make your head bloom!" ”

Hearing Wang Feng's wheezing sound like a bellows, Zhao Liangdong patted his arm lightly and said in a low voice: "Brother Ye, you are not in good health, let's get up and talk!" ”

Wang Feng let go of Zhao Liangdong, stood up breathlessly, sat on his broken sofa, calmed down for a few minutes, and then said: "Zhao Liangdong, do you have fucking water in your brain!" Lao Tzu sells explosives to you, but he didn't let you blow up the kindergarten! Are you still fucking human!"

Zhao Liangdong sneered: "Brother Ye, when you collected the money, you didn't ask what the explosives were for!" Without further ado, do you do the door-to-door business? ”

Wang Feng turned on the lamp, picked up the mineral water on the table, took a sip, and asked, "Zhao Liangdong, you won't tell me that you are going to blow up the kindergarten again this time, right?"

"Brother Ye, don't worry, absolutely not! Brother, I'm a big deal this time, but I can't tell you, it's a rule of the way, you know. Zhao Liangdong replied.

"How much do you want?" Wang Feng groaned for a moment and asked in a cold voice.

"A hundred fritte pipes, the price you open, I won't miss you!" In the darkness, Zhao Liangdong's face was a little hideous.

Wang Feng was taken aback, a hundred explosive pipes can blow up half of the building! Zhao Liangdong is going to rob the bank, or is he going to ......

Wang Feng was silent for a while, this stroke was done, his mother's illness was also settled, and his sister could live a more comfortable life.

However, this Zhao Liangdong is a violent person, with so many explosive tubes and explosives, God knows what he is going to do!

In the dark, a man took out a cigarette and was about to light it, Wang Feng knocked out the cigarette from his mouth, grabbed the lighter, and roared in a low voice: "Are you in the water in your brain!" You're so hot, if you don't know it, we're all going to go to the west!"

Everyone was shocked, and Zhao Liangdong smiled: "Brother Ye, it seems that you have stock." Make a price, we took the goods, and we will leave immediately!"

Wang Feng pouted and said: "There are less than 20 in stock, which are made for other people's mines." You allow me to work on it for a few days, and I still have to get some raw materials, and I don't have much stock on hand. ”

Zhao Liangdong said in a low voice: "You give me the inventory first, I will be useful." The money will not be missing yours. ”

Wang Feng was just about to speak, when suddenly the policeman's shout sounded downstairs: "Zhao Liangdong, you have been surrounded by the police, hurry up and surrender, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

Dancing with the pillar of light, it shone all around Wang Feng's house. When the glass shines through, the room suddenly becomes bright.

Several people in the room were shocked, Wang Feng secretly complained, and quickly turned off the lamp. Several people hid in hiding places. Zhao Liangdong and the others took out the weapons on their bodies.

Zhao Liangdong clenched his pistol and shouted loudly: "Dead policeman, get out quickly, otherwise Lao Tzu will kill the hostages in the house!"

The voice outside sounded again: "Zhao Liangdong, we are from the Criminal Police Brigade of the Xingzhou Public Security Bureau, please come out and surrender immediately!"

Zhao Liangdong shouted outward: "Dead policeman, we haven't been dealing with each other for a day or two, you know who I am Zhao Liangdong!" Let your people leave quickly, or don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite!"

A bandit grabbed Wang Feng, pointed a pistol at his temple, and then the door was opened, and the bandit pushed Wang Feng to the door and hid behind him.

Wang Feng also hurriedly shouted: "Comrade police, I am a hostage, please don't shoot!"

As soon as Wang Feng's words fell, several smoke bombs had already been thrown in, and then billowing smoke rose, and the room was full of choking salty acid. Immediately, several beams of strong light shone on Wang Feng's body, stabbing him and the bandits behind him unable to open their eyes.

Before Wang Feng could react, the bandit behind him had been shot in the forehead by a police sniper, and then Wang Feng was thrown to the ground by a policeman and his head was pressed down.

Several policemen rushed inside, and several high-pitched shots rang out in the house, and then quickly regained calm. Then, a voice came from inside, "Captain, it's all settled."

Suddenly, there was a deafening bang in the room, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wang Feng heard it clearly, it was the sound of an old-fashioned grenade exploding, it should be the grenade in the bandit's hand when the police killed the bandit, and the grenade in the bandit's hand exploded at the same time.

Wang Feng's heart ached for a while, but it was a pity that many of his books were antiquities that he had worked hard to find from everywhere, and he couldn't imagine that they would be destroyed like this.

"Xiao Li, Tie Niu, how are you doing, is there anything wrong?" The captain outside asked anxiously.

"By the way, I'm fine, I have body armor, it's just scratched in some places."

"My leg was injured, but fortunately, there are a lot of books in the room, and they are all blocked, so it's no big deal!"

The voices of two police officers came from inside.

As soon as the captain breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Feng said loudly: "Come out quickly, it's dangerous!"

The policemen were stunned, Xiao Li supported the iron bull, stumbled outside the house, and Wang Feng ran straight to the table where the explosive pipe was placed.

In the darkness, the flames in the house flickered and flickered, and the fuse was already "poofing" and burning.

Wang Feng was sweating profusely, his heart was pounding, and he turned his head and ran desperately towards the door.