On August 4, it was cloudy with showers.

The cemetery attached to the Xingsha City Funeral Home is entrenched on a small hill, and from the top of the mountain, there are layers of tombstones, one white and one green, as if copied and pasted, a strange uniformity. During this period, a small piece of land broke this pattern - a piece of oily green turf was lifted, revealing a tomb made of loess and blue-gray marble below, and the newly carved stone monument had not yet been delivered, making the place look exceptionally empty. "Song Anning has already paid the balance in advance, and it seems that he is planning to fight against the water." Wang Shiqi tightened his trench coat - strange, this is not autumn yet, how can it feel extremely cold. "Let's go and stay inside."

"Not busy." Zheng Yuan raised his head, the lead-gray clouds rolled and rolled over his head, the air was condensed with heavy water vapor, and he smelled a familiar smell from the middle - although the memory was the depths of winter, but the moment of fate of hatred was probably the same throughout the ages.

His nerves resonate slightly in the wind, connecting to another frequency band. It's Song Anning, he's approaching, full of anger but not in a hurry, this is his moment. Zheng Yuan knew that what he wanted was foolproof.

In the columbarium, Song Youyang stood alone in front of Zhu Yun's tablet, sweating on his face.

The aunt in charge of management has been branched out, and several people in the police station have been in contact with Song Anning, and they are afraid that the goofs will be left outside, leaving only a fresh face, staring at it from a distance while flipping through the newspaper. In the black-and-white photo, Zhu Yun's big eyes, pointed chin, and dark hair are particularly presence, as if she is about to come out at any time, and she asked him in a sharp voice: "You weren't like this when you got married...... There's someone out there, and you hit me in turn? Why do you do this to me? Why?! ”

His heart trembled, and he turned his eyes and didn't dare to look at her, but his eyes rolled to the left and then to the right, and the hundreds of photos that were overwhelming seemed to have transformed into her appearance, and those pale faces circled around him, as if they were going to swallow him one by one, mixed with a familiar shadow - it was Song Anning! It is said that his son is like his mother, and his little white face is exactly the same as his mother, and when he was beaten by him, he also held his neck the same, and even tears did not fall.

"Why!" The little one shouted, "Why don't you let me learn to draw!" Why hit me like this! The voice overflowed from the gritted teeth: "You are not my father, I don't have a father like you." ”

He reddened his eyes and went to the kitchen to pick up the kitchen knife. It's not that I really want to chop him, I just want to vent my anger.

Anyway, it's Lao Tzu beating his son, no matter what, it's not wrong. He didn't think he would rebel too.

The raised forehead was vigorously resisted by the knife, the blade cut into the scalp, blood gushed like a spring, the boy's face was distorted in pain, but the corners of his mouth were pulled up and smiled at him.

"Wait, I won't let you go when I die."

It was from that day on that he was determined to send him away. A leaflet from the Xinsheng Hospital was delivered to the door, saying that it was a regular private specialized hospital, and that there was a growth center in it to treat all kinds of rebellion and disobedience. It's not that I haven't heard of the means inside, such as taxi, electricity, and hunger, in short, I can subdue people to the whole thing, even if I go to extremes. He sent the person in with a faint expectation, and later said that the child was lost. Lost? He smiled, accepted the generous compensation, and signed the informed consent form. He thought that if he lost it, he would die, and who knew that this reaper would be able to crawl out of hell.

Crawl out, look for him, and don't let him go when he dies.

"Want my life? Impossible, impossible, it's a big deal that Lao Tzu will die with you......" Song Youyang's tense consciousness was already approaching the limit, his mouth was nervously broken, his knuckles were clenched, and at this time, a hand slapped on his left shoulder.

"Is it Song Youyang?" The young man's voice was low, and there was a hint of familiarity in the strangeness. He glanced back from the corner of his eyes with a shudder, and the other man's face was mostly obscured by the cap, and the exposed jaw skin was as white and transparent as a dead man, and the fingernail was sharp and pinched into his flesh like a ghost claw. "There's something for you, come, take a look......"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Youyang's fist had already smashed into his face. "Do you think I'm afraid of you! They all have to die! They all have to die! The delirious middle-aged man's eyes were blood-red, and his face could no longer distinguish between tears and sweat, he kicked the feet of the person on the ground without a head, and suddenly pulled out his legs and ran out. The policeman who was watching was also pushed away, and seeing that he couldn't stop it, he hurriedly used the walkie-talkie to deliver a message to Wang Shiqi: "Team Wang!" Song Youyang ran away! ”

"Ran away? Didn't you tell you to stare at it? What's going on?! ”

The old policeman stepped on the young man's chest: "Star! Rest assured, Song Anning has already pressed! ”

Wang Shiqi's voice was mixed with hurried footsteps: "I'll come over right away, how is he now?" ”

"He ......," the old policeman looked down, and the young man on the ground bared his teeth and cried, and his hat was knocked off, revealing an unfamiliar face. - Who the hell are you! ”

"I want to ask! It's also an evil door.,I took such a job today.,Or go to this funeral home where ghost birds don't to send things to people.,There's no car to arrive.,All the way to my motorcycle ran out of gas.,I know this kind of place can't come! The young man's raincoat was torn open, the logo of "Run errands in the city" was printed on his chest, and a small cardboard box fell at his feet. "If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't have come! What a bad luck! ”

The policeman picked up the carton and looked at the slip on it, and his puzzled expression deepened: "Team Wang, it is indeed Song Anning who called the errand to come, but this thing is ......?"

There was only one negative in the box. The old policeman held it up and looked at the light, on which was a picture of a woman and a child, and between them there was a small picture, which was a shooting star, and countless meteors were crossing the valley, crossing time and space, falling like a torrential rain.

At the same time, the snowy raindrops were connected into a line, and they smashed head-on, and a layer of mist was poured in the cemetery in an instant, Zheng Yuan suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he grabbed Wang Shiqi: "Wrong-"

"What?"

"I said, wrong!" Zheng Yuan didn't care about elaborating, turned around and ran towards the door: "He's making a noise!" ”

Rabbits will bite when they are cornered, not to mention that Song Youyang is not a good stubble in the first place. Halfway through the frenzied escape, he even put down the two intercepted plainclothes in a daze, and rushed to the side of the road at an astonishing speed.

Outside the gate of the funeral home, a half-used taxi crawls like a ghost at a red light. Behind it, the rolling clouds seemed to suggest some ominous omen.

On the empty concrete road, there is only one car like this. Song Youyang, who was in a panic, didn't even have time to pay attention to the fact that the car did not have a license plate.

"Taxi! This way! Song Youyang stretched out his hand to stop the car against the torrential rain, Zheng Yuan and Wang Shiqi only had time to rush to the door, and watched the man squeeze into the back seat and gallop past him.

As if zoomed in in slow motion, Zheng Yuan's gaze penetrated the glass to the driver's seat, and a familiar figure turned his head, pressed his fingers lightly on the brim of his hat, and smiled at him.

"It's over." He muttered, "It's late. ”

"As long as people are alive, it's never too late." Wang Shiqi wiped the rain from his face and shouted: "Chase!" ”

***

It's a weird race.

Wang Shiqi had already turned the GTI in his hand into a silver lightning bolt, but the road conditions were complicated, it was pedestrians and heavy rain, and everywhere he could see was a mist of water, as if provocative.

Recently, Wang Shiqi could see Song Youyang in the back seat desperately banging on the door for help, he moved left and right, and was ready to overtake, seeing that there was only one last tremor left, who knew that he was actually caught up on the train track to change the lights, and Shengsheng stopped the two cars on both sides of the track. The tin train roared by, and when the railing was lifted again, there was no trace of the rental car.

Wang Shiqi scolded and couldn't wait to smash the steering wheel. Zheng Yuan stabilized his voice in the co-pilot: "Don't panic, if you can't catch up, think about where he can go." ”

"Where else can he go?!" Wang Shiqi was so angry that the wolf ran away, and even the rabbit that was trapped, was bitten, still in front of him! An evil fire in his chest burned his brain, he rushed forward with red eyes, and saw that he was about to collide with the car next to him several times, Zheng Yuan was afraid that something would happen, so he had to reach over and grab his wrist: "You calm me down!" Stop first! ”

"I don't!"

"It's an order! Immediately! Right away! ”

"I don't!!"

"You don't even listen to me, do you?"

Wang Shiqi stiffened his neck, almost didn't bite his lip to bleed, he unwillingly slammed the accelerator again, and then a dozen steering wheels squeezed into the side of the road, the harsh friction sound covered the sound of rain, and almost a puff of green smoke rose on the asphalt road.

"What's wrong?" Xu Ye's car stopped immediately after, Zheng Yuan gestured to him, and the opposite side showed a knowing expression, and the top of his messy hair shrank back again.

"If even you get out of control, this person will never want to be caught." Zheng Yuan got very close, and the rain on his body was mixed with sweat, evaporating a green fishy smell: "Don't forget, you are the captain, and everyone follows you." ”

The power was transmitted with the pulse of his palm, firm and powerful. Wang Shiqi took a few deep breaths, and finally regained his senses.

No more mistakes. He knew his hint: the same mistake could not come a second time.

"But he was clever enough to know that it was a trap, and he succeeded in getting his hands on the prey he wanted." Wang Shiqi's shoulders stepped down suddenly, and he pinched his eyebrows: "We have missed the best time." ”

The vast sea of people, an unlicensed car, a young man who looks harmless to humans and animals, and a hostage who is controlled by drugs and has no power to fight back. If you rely on investigation alone, maybe when you find it, the body will be cold.

"Maybe not." Zheng Yuan let go of his hand and sat back in place: "Think about it, Song Youyang is not in his plan. He kidnapped Ge Yumei and took me away in such a high-profile manner, he probably didn't plan to leave any way back for himself, he must have already set the time and venue for the last crime. But ......"

However, the temptation to take revenge on Song Youyang with his own hands was too great, and this move was a move he hadn't expected before.

"He made a move knowing that there was a risk, and now that the police have made full efforts to control him, it is impossible for him to deal with the hostages twice." Wang Shiqi suddenly realized: "Today is his last day." ”

***

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the speeding taxi breaks through the rain curtain, like a ship that breaks the waves, leading all beings to their final destination.

"I am at the cape, but you are on the edge of the sky

Two stars destined to appear together

Echoes from afar, but never closes

You and I are secretly shining with each other......"

The lingering sound of singing lingers around the car, occasionally mixed with the noise of radio signal interference. The cold air from the compressor was refreshing and dry, and compared to the bitter wind and rain outside, this small space was almost calm. The young driver squinted his eyes and clapped his fingers briskly on the steering wheel, snorting from time to time, only the wails of the backseat passengers added a touch of eerie to the scene.

"Help! Killing!! Song Youyang's throat was hoarse, and his face turned red with fear: "What are you doing!" Hurry up and let me out!! I'm telling you, don't want to kill me! The police are coming soon! ”

"Police?" Song Anning smiled: "Do you think I'll be afraid?" ”

He had no less dealings with the police, and he even got out of the way. Twice.

This last time, he can do the same.

What's more, there is another person with you.

Song Anning's gaze fell on the co-pilot, and the empty seat projected an illusory human form in his eyes. The man was stretched, his face handsome, and his slender eyes narrowed in the wind, holding the clear light of the water. Outside the window, the rain was like a waterfall, but his face was shrouded in a golden halo. He turned to him and smiled at him and said softly, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you." ”

"Turned into a shooting star

No matter where it flies

There are flickering memories behind me

I'm a shooting star

I have a hope

Leave you

myself

Beautifully gone"

Song Youyang was blocked behind by the welded aluminum alloy guardrail, and his fat fingers poked forward desperately, but he couldn't touch Song Anning.

Instinct told him that the distance to hell was getting closer.

***

Ge Yumei's properties have been breached, and one of the idle small apartments on Binjiang Road and another suburban residence have indeed found traces of hostages, but without exception, all of them have been emptied.

From the moment it was decided to let Song Youyang come out to cooperate with the entrapment, the Song family's house had also been controlled by the police.

There are not many options for Song Anning. The correct answer, perhaps, is not that hard to guess.

"I think maybe my judgment of him was too black and white. What if his confession wasn't all acting, at least some of it was true? On this basis, re-examine his relationship with Gu Tianqing......" Zheng Yuan rubbed his chin: "Neither an extreme kidnapper hostage, nor a simple marionette-"

Wang Shiqi hesitantly spit out two words: "Accomplice? ”

"No, it's purer than that. Accomplices are built on a relationship of common interest, but they can give everything for each other. Zheng Yuan looked at him fixedly: "Looking back, why did Gu Tianqing commit suicide at that time?" Is it really just a fear of sin? Or is it the only way to provide Song Anning with foolproof cover, so that he can quickly escape from our suspicion? ”

Yes, once you die, there will be no loopholes in the confession, there will be no superfluous suspicions, the heinous murderers and kidnappers have paid for their sins, and Song Anning will continue to survive as Xie Li, as a perfect victim, and complete the final chapter that only he can complete.

Far from being a genius criminal, he is the one who defies common sense.

How is a person who is so selfless that he can give up his life that he deserves a heavy reward?

Song Anning's recounting of the past echoed in his ears. Acquaintances, encounters, revenge, hand in hand, some of them are true, at least until the moment they stepped out of the new growth center, he spent so much time describing every sentence of Gu Tianqing's dialogue, it was not a meaningless fabrication, it was something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life and engraved in his soul.

Juvenile and juvenile, life and life, they have made an impossible oath in a desperate situation, and neither sickness nor death can separate them. In the years since they escaped, they should have had an easy life, with no identity, no income, frequent illness, and beware of possible pursuit by the new hospital. Perhaps that's when they began to hatch this crazy and desperate murder plan, hibernating, whitewashing, collecting, tracking, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting......, waiting It took five full years for two people who were as small as ants to finally get to the day of their work, and the thousand-mile embankment built by Ge Yumei single-handedly collapsed precisely because of these two ants.

They didn't think about escaping from the beginning. The goal is clear from beginning to end, just like Gu Tianqing said: not just for someone, but for more people.

Wang Shiqi re-ignited, pinched the steering wheel tightly under the roar of the engine, and issued a command in the walkie-talkie: "New Life Hospital!" People go there! ”

"Damn me, don't you?" Xu Ye yelled at him: "It's been sealed over there for several days, the relevant personnel have been dismissed, and we have sent someone to guard it, so he is just himself, dragging a Song Youyang, and he can't get in if he wants to!" Besides, if he does do do it today, then ...... Where's Ge Yumei? ”

Before Wang Shiqi could answer, Zheng Yuan's heart suddenly palpitated, and his lips trembled a little: "Wait, who did you send there?" ”

"Qi Kexiu, who else can there be?"

"Tell him to get out of here!" Zheng Yuan couldn't care about his image and yelled: "Something is going to happen!" ”

"W-What?"

"Song Anning wants to set fire!"

"Huh? But how is he going to ......?"

"Don't ask! Hurry up and notify the fire first! Zheng Yuan squeezed the walkie-talkie: "It has been arranged a long time ago...... His complicity is more than we think. ”

As if sensing his uneasiness, the channel fell silent at the same time. Wang Shiqi pursed his lips, and in front of him, the gray spire of the Xinsheng Hospital was already visible in the rain curtain.

***

The work of squatting is boring and time-consuming, but Qi Kexiu is naturally idle, and has independently developed a set of fitness programs in the first two days of his arrival. Seeing that the time was almost up, he put on his headphones and tightened his shoelaces, pulled up the hood of his raincoat, and stepped into the pouring rain for a jog—every thirty minutes he would walk around the exterior wall of the new life hospital, keeping an eye out for suspicious people approaching or leaving traces, and in two shifts in 48 hours, he harvested two or three cigarette butts, a bubble of urine stains, and a tattered women's dress. He asked for a serious trace inspection, but his old colleagues directly told him that the demolition nail households in the neighborhood were very idle, and they would come here if they had nothing to do, and these were all left by them. Qi Kexiu was a little angry, but he still started the next round of patrols with his tail between his legs: "There will always be gains," he told himself while waving his arms to cheer up: "I'm so lucky, the first case is like this, and it's not a matter of minutes to make meritorious contributions." ”

He had a hunch that Song Anning would definitely appear in front of him.

The roaring music accompanied by the sound of rain made him miss Xu Ye's two rounds of phone calls. In the third round, he caught up with the mp3 cut song, and finally listened to a tail, he muttered and stopped, took out his mobile phone through the layers of clothes, and wiped the rain on his face before picking it up. The thunderstorm made Xu Ye's voice mixed with strong signal interference, which sounded vague:

"Stinky boy! Where did the death go...... You...... Walk...... Fast! ”

"Say what?" He shouted at the top of his voice: "I'm on patrol, I can't hear me!" ”

"I say! Where are you?! ”

"I'm here at the iron gate in the back." Qi Kexiu was inexplicable: "Is there something?" ”

Xu Ye never seemed to be so panicked: "Let's go!" Hear me! Let's go! Song Anning, he ......"

The call was interrupted by a screeching sound of tires rubbing. Qi Kexiu thought that Xu Ye had come over, and turned his head scolding, but he didn't see a familiar car, only a taxi without a license plate flicked its tail in the rain, and it was lying dormant like a beast in front of it.

"I'll rub it." Qi Kexiu only had time to spit out two words, and his instinctive risk avoidance reaction and excellent muscle explosiveness had driven him to jump back a big step on the spot - it was this step that saved his life.

The half-old car let out a loud roar and slammed straight into the iron door. Qi Kexiu fell to the ground, and then he was smashed by the cracked iron and couldn't open his eyes. He tried to get up, but he felt something obscure his vision, and when he touched it with his hand, he realized that it was all blood.

A large hole had been blasted open in front of the iron gate, and the car had already rushed into the playground.

"Crazy, really crazy......" Qi Kexiu staggered towards the car, the car had stopped, the front of the car was seriously damaged, and thick clouds of black smoke poured up against the rain column. A figure in the cab could be seen under the shattered window, with his head down, motionless, as if he had been knocked unconscious by the force of the impact. Something was squirming in the back seat, and he squinted his eyes to lean in, and a bloody hand suddenly slapped in front of his face.

"Save ...... Help me! The howl that changed the tone was terrible even through the glass: "Help me!" I don't want to die! I don't want to die!! Car, car, car...... There was ......"

What's in the car? He didn't have time to listen, so he hurried to pull the doorknob, but he couldn't open it even with all his strength. The man in the car was still crying, and he looked around in a hurry, and finally saw two broken bricks by the flower bed. "Wait a minute! I found something to smash the window open! He ran off into the distance, his fingertips just touching the bricks, but his ears heard the last thing he wanted to hear. Low, harsh, as if out of hell.

It was the car that was restarting.

Qi Kexiu had never faced such despair in the short twenty years of his life. No matter how hard he ran, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the engine, he even threw the bricks in his hand, but the accuracy was quite good, and smashed the glass of the cab, but even so, the speed of the car did not slow down a bit.

In the open car window was Song Anning's side face, stained with blood, embarrassed, but with the purest smile on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand as if to say goodbye, but between his slender fingers was a lighter.

Click.

As he watched in amazement, the car burst into flames and crashed headlong into the building of the Freshman Growth Center.

***

For a few seconds, Qi Kexiu felt that he must be dead. No sound could be heard in the ears, no picture could be seen in the eyes, only a faint buzzing sound echoing in the head. As the hum gradually expanded, he dimly realized that it was someone talking, and a familiar voice was calling out to him: "Wake up! Wake up! ”

He forcibly opened his eyelids, Wang Shiqi's angry eyebrows dangled in front of him, and he was still scolding him: "Call you stinky boy don't be a hero!" Remember who you are! ”

He raised his hand in a daze and saluted: "Team Wang is good...... I am...... Qi Kexiu ...... Neat and tidy, you can, fix ......"

"Shut up!" Wang Shiqi couldn't laugh or cry. He probably looked at it, and it was okay, it was inevitable that the injuries would move his muscles and bones, but there were no fatal injuries. He turned his hand and handed the person to Xu Ye: "Call an ambulance!" I'll go to the front and take a look! ”

The moment the explosion occurred, it was Wang Shiqi who rushed up and knocked down Qi Kexiu.

Before the car could stop, he had already rushed to the stunned young policeman, while Zheng Yuan rushed to the fire. In just a few seconds, the rental car had burned to the point of no discernment, and the front of the car was embedded in the wall, which was used as a fire point, and the whole building spread a raging fire, erupting from every window, every iron door, every place where the immature soul had been imprisoned, like an angry torch, pointing straight to the sky.

The scorching air wave made it impossible for Zheng Yuan to get close to the cab. He took off his coat in vain to try to extinguish the flames, and shouted Song Anning's name loudly.

"Let's go!" Wang Shiqi came over and dragged Zheng Yuanyuan away from the fire source: "Beware of explosions!" ”

"Wait! People can still be saved! And saved—"

"Be sober! He's dead! ”

The occupant of the car was unconscious, and perhaps at the last moment of the impact, he loosened his seat belt and curled up, like a peaceful baby returning to its mother's body. An orange-red flame ignited from his seat, and a hula surrounded him, and a blooming Lingxiao flower bloomed in Zheng Yuan's blurred vision.

When the second round of loud noise accompanied by a shock wave hit, Wang Shiqi stood in front of him and hugged him tightly. The body rose into the air, then sank sharply, tumbling several times in the embers of the shattered flames. Zheng Yuan put his face in the lead-gray rain, his eyes were so red that he was painful, but he couldn't shed a single tear, Wang Shiqi's big hand protected the back of his head, his chest rose and fell violently because of wheezing, and his whole body was in pain, but now he didn't care so much, the hand slid down and gently pinched the back of Zheng Yuan's neck.

"It's okay." He comforted him softly: "It's over. ”

No one can stop a meteor from falling. All you can do is pray and bless.