In 2010, Huang Hai always felt that he was a murderer.

At the beginning of the year, he queued for half an hour and bought two IMAX-3D tickets for the "Avatar" movie.

The first time I invited He Qingying to watch a movie, he usually faced criminals with ease, but now he stammered a little. Fortunately, the most feared thing did not happen, she did not mention Si Wang, presumably she came out without her son and sat in a crowded movie theater with Huang Hai.

He bought a few large bags of snacks and drinks, but he didn't eat anything in the theater, and he was afraid that He Qingying would take it home and be discovered by Si Wang, so he could only eat it all desperately on the road.

A gust of wind blew on her face, and her hair was scattered and made people think about it, He Qingying was forty years old, but she didn't look old at all. Huang Hai rubbed and grabbed her hand, resisted slightly for the first time, and soon obediently obeyed. Her palms were so cold, they felt like a corpse, like in a coroner's room. Originally, they had a good conversation, but the two of them quieted down for a moment, not looking at each other's eyes, but their shoulders gradually leaned together.

For the past three years, Huang Hai has helped her in the small bookstore, and every now and then she will pass by a few times a day. If something happens to her family, he will be the first to arrive, and even if the TV is broken, he can fix it.

However, Si Wang's relationship with him is getting stiffer and stiffer.

After the Spring Festival, he took Si Wang to the gate of the mosque. Someone happened to be selling cut cakes, Huang Hai bought a small piece and stuffed it into his hand, sat in the car and said, "I want to tell you something." ”

"Got a new tricky case?"

"No, the recent cases have all been solved, what I want to tell you is-" The middle-aged man was at a loss, grabbed the back of his head, and said word by word, "Si Wang, your father doesn't know when he will be back." If I were your father, would you say yes? ”

The teenager pushed him away and jumped out of the police car, threw the half-eaten walnut praline on the ground, and ran quickly towards the Suzhou Creek.

It's cold.

Since then, Huang Hai has never met He Qingying alone.

Spring goes to autumn......

On Sunday, the drizzles of rain hit the car window glass, and the buildings on Nanming Road are hard to recall the murder 15 years ago, although a few hundred meters further is Nanming High School.

"Stinky boy, who told you there was a clue here?"

Officer Huanghai grabbed the steering wheel, the windshield wipers brushed the running water on the windshield, and in front of him was a hazy and bleak long road, which seemed to lead to another dimension.

"Secret informant, I must protect her!" Si Wang sat in the passenger seat, "Trust me, I'm a special person, you know." ”

It was a police car disguised as a private car, with a front lid splattered with dust and mud, which he had just driven to retrieve a murderer from out of town last night. After sleeping for less than three hours, Si Wang knocked on his door, saying that he had found a clue about Lu Zhongyue, and he didn't tell him the specific situation, he just said that he understood it, and he took special care not to let his mother know.

"Si Wang, your specialness only means to me."

The car was parked in front of the shop, and the so-called video store had only one door, not even the name of the store, hidden between the foot bath shop and the shampoo shop. If it weren't for the poster of Leslie Cheung's "Springtime", no one would have noticed.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Huang Hai was dressed in civilian clothes and told Si Wang that no matter what happened, he must sit honestly in the car. He got out of the car, knocked on the door, and pushed the door in.

Smoke.

The heavy smell of cigarettes, like a suffocating poisonous snake, almost made the old smoker cough. Observe the store with bated breath - most of the old Shaw Brothers movies are on the right shelf, and on the left shelf are Japanese translated films imported to China in the 80s of the 20th century, and the covers are full of Ken Takakura, Kurihara Komaki, and Miura Tomokazu......

Huang Hai saw the back of a man, and the side face that slowly turned around.

He recognized the face.

"Lu Zhongyue?"

In a second, the other party had jumped out of the back door of the video store.

In the damp and cold air, under the gaze of a room full of pirated discs and posters of "The True Color of Heroes", Officer Huanghai lowered his body and pulled out a pistol from his tuck. He kicked open the back door of the video store, and there was still a vast curtain of rain outside, and rushed out without hesitation, with the sound of fierce muddy splashes in his ears.

The gloomy sky and dense raindrops made it impossible to see the man's face at all, and even the back was blurred.

He was running away in a frenzy.

"Stop! The police! ”

Huang Hai roared in a dull hoarse voice, desperately chasing after him, holding the gun tightly in his right hand but not daring to raise it.

In the blink of an eye, the figure rushed into a building under construction.

Hurried footsteps echoed in the dark corridor, and he rushed down the stairs to the sixth floor, beware of tripping over the exposed steel bars, and finally saw the guy again, jumping out of the floor-to-ceiling window without glass!

It turned out that there was another building on the other side of the window, and the distance was so close that it was like a trapeze jumping to the other side.

Huang Hai didn't hesitate, and jumped straight out of the window after him......

"Don't!"

Voices coming from nowhere? The fifteen-year-old boy was hoarse and swallowed up by the sound of a knife-like rain.

He didn't jump over.

Huang Hai, the forty-eight-year-old man, disappeared directly into the air and rain between the two buildings.

This is the sixth floor.

Fifteen meters of free fall, in a muddy construction site full of construction waste, lies a man with twisted hands and feet.

"No ......"

Si Wang, who was behind, let out a scream, turned around and ran down six flights of stairs.

* The pistol fell several meters away.

Si Wang pounced on the man, obviously with broken limbs, and his hands twisted behind his back, like puppets with only broken threads. Finally raised his head, the rain and blood had blurred the face, but it did not prevent him from calling out his name: "Huang ...... Sea ......"

He's not dead yet.

The raindrops had already wet his whole body, and Si Wang shook his head, slapped him desperately, and shouted, "Hey! You don't want to die! You hold on to me! An ambulance will be coming soon! ”

Damn, this kid hasn't even hit 110 yet.

The Yellow Sea, who fell from the sixth floor, was dying, his eyelids were half-open and half-closed, and blood was gurgling out of his eyes.

"Ah Liang ......"

He, spoke.

"I'm here!" Si Wang burst into tears and shouted loudly, almost overshadowing the sound of the rain, "Dad, I'm here!" ”

Si Wang or Ah Liang, what is the difference for him?

The young man grabbed Huang Hai's hand tightly, warmed his gradually cold body temperature, and put his ear to his mouth again, and heard a series of slight sounds, sounding faintly from the ground: "Affirm ......"

Huang Hai angrily spat out a name, his eyes half-open to the lead-gray sky, letting the rain wash the blood in his sockets.

In the moments before he died, he vaguely saw the face of a fifteen-year-old boy. There were hands that were pressing heavily on his chest, and even mouth-to-mouth artificial breathing, swallowing the blood clots that he spat out of his mouth. A few hot tears hit his cold face and melted into the muddy rain.

The water on the construction site is getting deeper and deeper, and it looks like the Yellow Sea is about to be submerged, like three days and three nights under the Witch Zone.

The spirit of the Yellow Sea floated, looking at his twisted and broken corpse from a high place, and the fantasy boy who hugged him and cried bitterly.

Si Wang wiped away his tears and looked at the black rain curtain, looking more and more calm and cruel......