[There is a way to want people not to know unless they don't do it~]

Do you hear me, there is a sneer in the darkness......

It was the hunter who was dragging his freshly caught prey on the cold floor, and the blood of the trail was like a mellow red wine poured on the ground, bright red and shocking.

The hunter slammed the back of the woman's head into the toilet bowl and woke up with a shattering sound. She opened her eyes and looked at the small space, the warm blood flowed to her face, making her tongue bridge, her face suddenly pale, her mission twisted, the wrist strangled by the wire, even if it hurt, she wanted to escape from the predicament.

But no matter how heartbroken she was, the hunter was only concentrating on boiling rosin resin, and did not do anything.

The hunter lowered his wand and walked over to the woman huddled in the corner until she stopped, and crouched down. Looking at the unshed tears on her panicked face, the hunter tried to wipe them away, but in exchange for desperate struggles and disdainful spittle.

The hunter's eyes widened suddenly, and he was slapped with his backhand, and before the woman could react, she was pulled in front of the hunter and pinched her cheeks fiercely, "You may not know me, but I don't need you to know me." You think you're innocent. But I'm sorry, there must be a cause and effect, and you will have to die. ”

As he spoke, the hunter pulled out a deadly handkerchief from his back and quickly threw it at the woman's face, the time had come, and death was coming. The hunter looked at the woman lying on her back, watching her struggle silently in pain, the only remaining conscience in the shadows instantly exploded, the hunter could no longer suppress his emotions, hugged her with only the warmth left in her body, and shouted heartbreakingly.

The woman, lying flat on the shore on the beach, unable to move. A flock of crows circled overhead, forming a huge black vortex to stare at and annihilate. The rolling waves kept coming, but there was no resurgence, drowning the woman's body little by little, without perception, without temperature. until it melts into the water, and does not make any sound, and disappears.

The hunter took out his mobile phone and broadcast the call, until the other party answered, the hunter threw the phone into the bathtub, and with the other party a burst of "hey, hey, hey", that is, it disappeared!

The streets are slightly stolen, the cold wind rolls up the lonely autumn leaves, and the road surface is afraid that pedestrians will not be able to see the restaurant, reflecting a gentle light. Looking inward through the rain curtain, the restaurant is wrapped in red sandalwood and purple, and the fragrance is faint, just like a home. The décor doesn't smell luxurious, but the taste is superb.

The cooked meat that is fried and charred is accompanied by a knife cut, and the tender and cooked layers are distinct, and a little gravy wraps the blood and slowly oozes out. With the flavor of sea salt, a bite is very satisfying.

The red wine that swayed like a rose color in the glass, but transparent, slid over the strong lips and danced with the steak between the tongue and teeth, graceful and mellow, and the wife soaked in its flavor. In contrast, the police officer did not want to appreciate this charm, he was listening to the phone, the corners of his mouth turned up, there was a hint of pride, the afterglow swept over his wife, frowned slightly, and hung up.

"I need to work overtime tonight, so you'll have to go back by yourself later, sorry."

"It doesn't matter, my dear, I'm already satisfied that you can take the time to eat with me."

"Uh-huh......" the officer drank the last bit of red wine and packed up and left.

As the sun sets on the horizon, there is a group of people who, ignoring what others say, have been tormented for weeks on end, for news, so long that they have forgotten what it was like to fall asleep peacefully.

They, in order for people to understand the injustices of the world, sacrificed themselves to abandon the night revelry they deserved, even if they drank the strongest and bitter coffee, at most it was only self-comforting, and the euphoric effect had long since become paralyzed.

No one wanted to give up their lives because of this, so they finally lay down and fell asleep.

A silver-white bullet broke through the sky at a speed like a message, and went straight into the valley, roaring like a wild beast, a symphony of lightning and thunder. As the raindrops fall, the rhythm of the thunder and lightning intersects more violently.

When I turned around, I saw the minister alone on the balcony, rubbing his fingers and sucking the only half-cut cigarette left, looking down at the hurried pedestrians on the street. They were like rats foraging for food in the middle of the night, fleeing in the cold light, and seemed to hear their whispers about the weather. The smell of smoke is mellow, but it is covered by the smell of rust scraped in the rainstorm, and it becomes difficult to swallow, so it has to be rubbed into slag and let the passing sickles smell it at will.

Successive tracking, tracking, and tracking made this young man, who was only thirty years old, already gray, with gray temples and a face full of vicissitudes and haggard that only old age had. The minister did not dare to attend all kinds of dinners, for fear that those arrogant and unknown bastards would only mock him boringly and tell him not to seek pleasure only, but forget that the kidney and liver will also decline, so he pretended to be kind and stuffed the minister with a bottle of kidney treasure tablets. This is an insult, a great insult, he has never been so insulted in his life, full of anger made him lose his mind, and he picked up the wine bottle next to him unconsciously, and smashed his head and face towards the bastard who was just pretending to be a fool.

"Uhhh A scream rang out. The minister, who was standing in the crowd of onlookers, looked at the blood-smeared tissues on the ground, rolling the arrogant and painful waste, and he felt happy.

In the office, the minister's hips rested against the edge of the desk, his slender legs allowing him to support the floor with ease, and he habitually raised his hand to his upper lip, sniffing the smoke that still lingered on his fingers as he pondered. Looking at the clues hanging on the wall, the close-up of the recent photos of the victims, their eyes revealed horror. Is this the same as the horror in the eyes of the bastard that night?

At three o'clock in the morning, the rain crept into the bustling city, and a woman in transparent pajamas rolled around on the bed, fumbling wildly in the dark, flicking her elbow and slamming her phone on his shabby shabby carpet. The irritable woman kicked the naked sleeping police officer beside her, and he tiredly supported his body with his right hand, and sat on the edge of the bed, his weak eyes looking at the few flashes of light in the dark city outside the window.

So far, about ten minutes have passed. But the ringing of the mobile phone did not mean to stop at all, and the long call made him, who was still in a sluggish state in the last second, suddenly understand what kind of message this would be. He didn't dare to slack off, and with nervousness and fear, he quickly picked up the phone and put it close to his ear.

There was a young and steady voice on the phone, mixed with the sound of heavy rain, "Damn, it's been ringing for a long time, and you still haven't answered?" What's wrong? Not going to hang up directly? He didn't answer immediately, he looked back at the graceful woman and hesitated for a long time. On the phone, he urged, "Hey, you're going to talk back."

"Okay, okay, I'll do it."

A dark gray sedan slowly galloped into the eyes of the group of police, which made the police officers on high alert instantly nervous, vigilantly grasping the handle of the gun, preparing for a terrorist attack that could occur at any time. One of the detectives, who was short but muscular, tilted his head in the direction of the car.

As the license plate was revealed, the detective's closed lips turned up slightly, and it suddenly dawned on him that the person who had come was the bastard who had called urgently an hour ago and was still lying in bed. The detective shook his arms up and down and said "Don't...... to his colleagues behind him Don't be nervous, it's Officer Xu, he likes to be bored at home when he has nothing to do on weekdays, and he is only willing to leave the house for important cases, so it's no wonder you don't know this car. Later, I'll go and greet you, so don't talk."

He pulled out the key and did not choose to get out of the car immediately, but put his hands on the steering wheel casually and sighed helplessly. He hated the weather, he hated it.

The police detective who trotted over bent down, knocked on the car window, and asked the car through the glass, "Lao Xu, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but I'm really sorry, brother...... I really can't call you over, haven't you just been promoted, go out and walk more, let your siblings get to know each other."

"Okay, okay, don't be shy, just keep nagging in my ear, let let." He opened the car door, and at the same time a gust of wind blew him shivering, and the rain also whipped his face mercilessly with the fierce wind, and he struggled to cover his arms in front of him, and was about to shout, but he was blocked from opening his mouth. Seeing that something was wrong, the detective hurriedly stepped forward and helped him resist the raindrops. He pulled out the umbrella and stepped on it, poofing, the clogged pool flooded directly over his ankle, he didn't say anything, but his face was as if it had been pulled to his stomach, and it was ugly and distorted.

He walked forward with heavy steps, step by step, handed the umbrella to the detective, but he took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and inhaled it violently to calm the anger in his heart. But he only took a few puffs, coughed a few times, and threw the remaining half of his hand into the water.

He pulled at his hoarse throat and sneered, "Humph! The damn weather affects the taste of my smoking, and the more I smoke, the more annoying it becomes. Hey, fatty, explain the situation."

The detective was stunned for a moment, and didn't explain it to him, just wiped his forehead repeatedly, and even became slurred when he spoke, "Oh, oh, that's it, we received an anonymous phone call, and we hung up after a few rings, so we sent someone over to take a look, you know, the crimes have been very frequent recently, so ...... Whatever the hoax, we're here to investigate."

"To the point", he behaved impatiently.

"A mobile phone was found at the scene, wrapped in a sealed bag, but it was placed in amber", the detective was bluffed into stammering, and quickly replied.

"What's wrong with you, how long have you been a police officer, this scares you", the detective didn't say anything, just kept staring ahead.

This led to the scene, where the detective reached out to stop him and slowly stopped at the steps for a few seconds. The colleagues around him looked at him with the eyes of the six gods and no masters, and their faces were also pale, which surprised him. "What's wrong".

The detective licked his lips, and the words he wanted to say reached his throat, but he was about to open his mouth but was pressed back, patted him on the shoulder and said, "We don't know how to tell you, we have discussed it for a long time, forget it, we still have to let you come by yourself."

If it came out of his mouth, he would have thought it was a joke, but he was troubled when it came out of the mouth of his brother who had been born and died.

Jingle jingle bell~

Woken up by the landline, the men complained about the long-awaited call and discussed who was going to handle the damn call. repeatedly shirked, and finally pushed the "heavy responsibility" to the intern. Under the urgent instigation of everyone, the intern had to walk into the office with helplessness, and was about to lift the microphone, but was stopped by the minister with one hand, and the squinting eyes of an eagle-eyed wolf Gu scared the intern backwards again and again, rushed over and grabbed the intern's wrist with one hand, pressed the wall with all his might, and gritted his teeth and said

"Get out of here~".

The anticipation of her colleagues was exchanged for sobbing, and no one was willing to come forward to comfort her, so they could only watch her leave. They don't understand, they treat their subordinates like relatives on weekdays, just a phone call, and the minister's attitude has become so manic.

He put down the microphone, and there were already two lines of tears hanging under his eyes, but he still straightened his back, maintained his leadership demeanor, pretended to be natural, picked up the black trench coat on the chair, and quickly left.

It was close to five o'clock, it was a raging storm, and it was not easy to wait for a taxi. As soon as he got in the car, he gave the driver 2,000 cash, "Master, drive as fast as you can." Speeding in the torrential rain competes with the Grim Reaper, and falls into the abyss as soon as it falls. The driver glanced at Ma and accepted the money. The minister could not hear the angry howl of the storm outside the car window, even if the car window was closed, he felt a chill, rolled up his body, trembled and pulled out the jewel bag from the inner compartment of the trench coat, poured it out from the inside, and the bright fireworks bloomed in the palm of his hand, but he could not be instantaneous, and finally turned to ashes.

"Sir, wake up, wake up", the driver shook the sleeping minister in the back seat, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, shook his head blankly, waved his hand to the driver, then scooped up the white suit next to him and left the car.

The rain stopped, but the fog rose. Leave him in the milky white veil and don't know what to do. Dazed!

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the vastness, "This way, this way."

The minister's eyes lit up suddenly, and when he looked up, the white mist dissipated, and only then did he clearly see that a church appeared in the distance, and a flock of uninvited white doves rested on the branches. Delicate roses supported the path to the front of the church, and the crowd of people shone with a white shadow glowing with a pure, pure light, and the snow drifted down the skirt, cascading with diamonds and petals.

For too long, he thought he had forgotten the beauty of snow. Because it has been too long, he is looking forward to the waiting after the storm may be love.

Tears rolled in the minister's eyes, and a zigzag line scraped across his cheek. He blinked softly and wept, thinking that the world would be blurred. The warm sunshine was scattered all over the place, and the bride ran to the minister with a cheerful pace, and the dawn that could penetrate people's hearts was begging to be moved. The bridesmaids then helped to lift the tail of the skirt, but they still couldn't catch up, and let the bride run desperately. The minister smiled and opened his hands vigorously, waiting for a hug. Unexpectedly, the bride jumped lightly and hugged the minister's neck. The two of them laughed at each other, but tears were already in their eyes.

"You're here?".

"Yes, I'm here."

As the minister's snort approached, the bride's pale red cheeks became more obvious, closing her eyes, from the smoothness of the deep tongue, countless unfallen words immersed in a kiss full of affection, this momentary throbbing, so that each other forgot the crowd of onlookers, as if in the center of the stage, the lights focused, and the world rotated because of the fragrance in an instant.

"I know you haven't seen it, can I trouble you to leave your passion here?" One bridesmaid quipped that she didn't want to wait too long.

The bride fell to the ground shyly, buried deep in the minister's arms, rubbed her head, and clung to the minister's sleeve. The minister saw the bride's affection, and restrained the bride with a strong embrace, "Don't leave, we, always together".

The bride's heart was flooded with infinite tenderness, she looked up at the man who was 1.83 meters, and nodded slightly, "You wait for me, I'll tidy it up", the bride smiled and pointed to her face with tear-soaked makeup.

The smoke is gone, the red dust has been, and how many thoughts are condensed today, forming diamonds. The minister clutched the ring box in his trouser pocket, and he couldn't wait to stand in front of the priest and swear how deep his commitment to her was.

There was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, which evaporated from the church. A little spark in the wind, I thought it was a firework embellishment, suddenly, a heavy roar was endless, billowing smoke hit the face, mixed with scarlet flames, galloping, as if the flowers blooming charmingly spread across the sky. The shattered bricks crumbled like meteor showers crashing into the fleeing crowd. The explosion was deafening, and the screams that should have been heard by the minister couldn't be heard at all, and he stared at the panic in front of him blankly, helpless, hateful.

The minister was hit by the fleeing crowd, and slowly woke up, his face turned gray in an instant, and he let out a cry, his heart sank as if filled with cold lead, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock. He slammed to his feet and ran frantically towards the church. A loud bang erupted again, and the overwhelming black curtain tossed the minister away like a sandstorm. After the minister fell to the ground, a piece of cracked reinforced concrete rushed towards the minister, crushing his muscular leg into a pool of blood. He struggled. Exhausted by the pain and the feeling of collapse, he fell to the ground, hugged his head and cried.

The world, blurred. He couldn't tell if it was ashes or snow blackened by smoke.

The police officer pushed open the door under the watchful eyes of everyone. In the dim light, the entrance seems to be extended infinitely, and the room is filled with an unsettling atmosphere. The dried blood on the ground was like a blooming red rose, luring the officer. The deeper and deeper I fell, I could hear the silent cry at the end of the bloody abyss.

Glass, tiles, broken thorns on the soles of the officer's shoes. Facing the dark place in front of him, he turned on the flashlight, and saw the nail board splashed with blood on all sides.

The distant scene did not frighten the officer, who thought that his colleague was making a big fuss. He took a closer look, he was stunned, his limbs instantly weakened, and his lower limbs seemed to be handcuffed to a lead ball, unable to move, and could only drag his feet forward little by little.

He began to whimper, looking at the crystal clear woman in the bathtub, she was still her! But the clothes she was wearing were not the delicate red of tonight's appointment, but a bloodstained, scorched white wedding dress. He knelt on the tub and twitched all over, he couldn't imagine how she struggled in the sticky pine resin, a suppressed cry of pain, as if his soul had been buried by the pine resin.

"Squeak, squeak, click" next to a mobile phone that had been taken out of the bathtub rang slowly.

"You had a murder case, I saved you, and I also helped you settle down, and it is only right for you to help me this time."

"Police Xu, this is not good, I am old and young. You, this homicide, will kill people. ”

"Don't worry, it's just a piece of cake for me to help you get out after I take the position, besides, you also want your family to be healthy and all the best, right?"

The officer's eyes dilated, and his occasional sobs turned into constant whispered sobs.

"Sir, wake up, wake up, the police have arrived."

The wind and rain stopped, leaving a mess. The wind has not stopped, and it is bitter if you don't feel emotional.