I don't know what's going on behind me, but it's definitely not a good thing.

I wanted to look back, but before I could turn my head, a black rope was tied to my neck. And this rope is so strong that it suffocates me in an instant.

I felt like my whole brain was about to crash, and some images of memories flashed through my mind, which were all signs of severe oxygen deprivation.

I reached behind me and tried to grab the head of the wicked man who strangled me, but he was cunning and kept his whole body at a distance from me.

I used my hand for a long time, but I could only touch his arm.

It is said that it is okay to grab a straw before dying, I am about to faint, so I have to struggle and tear a few times, even if I pick off a piece of meat on his arm, I will earn it.

But this is a misunderstanding, if I put all my energy on tearing, my life is really here.

I remember Duchenne telling me that if you want to be strangled, you must first find a way to get him to stick to you, and then find an opportunity to turn against you.

My head was dizzy for a moment, and the only thing I could think of was to take him to the wall.

At this time, it was a fight for my life, and I tried my best to get closer to the man, trying to hit him against the wall, and use my strength to fight. The man also spotted my intentions and tried to stop me, but I slammed back and slammed into the wall.

Then it was easy to do, and his face was almost pressed to the back of my head, and I took the opportunity to hit him in the face with the back of my head.

The back of the man's head was very hard, and after the first hit, he snorted in pain, and the force of strangulation was much lighter.

I suddenly felt that I saw hope, and when he didn't have time to deal with it, I kept hitting him in this stupid way, I didn't count how many times I hit him, anyway, in the end I could feel it, my hair was sticky, and I guess he had a nosebleed out.

This man couldn't hold me anymore, so he simply let go, covered his face and turned around and fled.

As soon as I relaxed, the first thing I did was to take a big breath of air, but I was a little uncomfortable with the cold, coughing and coughing.

I also pulled the rope that strangled me in my hand to see, I couldn't see clearly when there was no light in the corridor, but I could taste it by my hand, it was a piece of rubber line.

With this rubber thread alone, I knew that the person who started it was a veteran, and this slightly elastic rope was the most ideal tool for stranglers.

I really want to rest for a while, but I am angry in my heart, and I can't be strangled and let the murderer run away in vain. I staggered and chased after him.

I was in the police academy, but I was the champion of long-distance running, especially the five kilometers and the like, I ran down without much effort, although I was a little lazy after work, but the foundation was here, I don't believe that I can't run this murderer.

He was wearing a black trench coat, he couldn't see what he looked like, and he didn't even show his head, and he swooped out of the community.

I immediately picked up speed and chased after it.

At this time, it was more than ten o'clock in the evening, and the place where I lived was still remote, and there were almost no night pedestrians, which made the man in black make a profit and run unscrupulously.

I found out that I underestimated this man in black, he was a very good long-distance runner, and the distance between the two of us escaped and chased, it is estimated that the starting price of the taxi cannot be stopped.

In the end, neither of us was so tired that we couldn't run, and the man in black was on the ground with weak legs, half kneeling and half squatting, I was happy to see it, but I didn't rush over, but like him, I took the opportunity to rest for a while.

I'm very seriously overdrawn, if I rush up now, it's not very rational, I'm gambling, betting that the endurance of the man in black is not as strong as mine, and when he is completely exhausted and paralyzed, I can easily capture him.

The man in black is also smart, and he tasted my little ninety-nine, and he also looked back at me a little. I wish he had turned all his back, so that I could see him for who he really was.

The man in black played a clever trick and rushed into an alley. It's dark there, and it's easy for him to carry out a sneak attack.

I looked around, and there was a brick next to me, and as soon as I grasped it, I leaned into the alley cautiously.

Since the murderer doesn't want to play a tug-of-war with me, I'm ready to fight. When I practiced with Duchenne for a while, I was beaten by him, and I said in my heart that I would have a long face tonight, and I would also experience the feeling of beating others.

This alley is not very deep, and I walked more than ten meters to the end.

I looked at the earthen wall at the end, which was more than three meters high, and muttered in my heart, the murderer is tired of that virtue? Is there still the perseverance to climb over this wall?

I felt that this was not right, and when I entered the alley just now, I encountered several large garbage cans, and I wondered if the murderer was hiding there.

I turned around and walked away, and when I was some distance away from the trash can, I began to look closely, and I noticed that there was a trash can that was a little weird, with a slight gap.

Needless to say, the murderer hid inside, and deliberately looked out through this gap.

I leaned in little by little, but I felt that if I took the liberty of opening the trash can, I would undoubtedly put myself at a disadvantage, especially if the door was wide open, it would be easy for him to sneak attack, or I would not know who the murderer was.

I was struggling with this, and my eyes were wandering back and forth on the trash can, and suddenly I found a clue, on the lid of the trash can, a small strand of hair.

This must have been left over from the murderer's digging through the trash can, and the hair was particularly white.

I can rule out the possibility that the murderer is an old man, I ran for so long just now, and the old man couldn't do it, so I thought of another person, Yin Gongzi.

I think it's very likely that it's him, but I don't understand it, I have no relationship with him, and it was Duchenne who argued with him last night, I didn't scold him at the time, why did this rabbit target me? and suddenly made such a ruthless death.

I walked over and ripped the hair off and turned to leave.

With this hair, and the blood stains left on the back of my head, if I used the power of the police, I could quickly catch the murderer, but I didn't want to do it, so I tried it privately.

I sat down under a random signpost and called Duchenne, I wanted him to come with me, with him, it wouldn't be so hard to clean up the pussy.

When he answered the phone, he was chewing meat in his mouth, and he was still licking his lips, asking me what was going on with him in the middle of the night?

I said in my heart that there was less, it was only midnight at what time, I was not interested in talking nonsense with him, and I said an address and asked him to pick me up as soon as possible.

When he found me sitting under the road sign, he was very happy and asked me, "Li Feng, are you okay, you are so interesting at night, do you come out for a walk by yourself?" Can't you walk anymore and let me pick you up? ”

I pointed to my neck and said, "Don't be kidding, look here." ”

Du Xing took a closer look, he was not stupid, he guessed a rough idea, and this kid changed his face faster than turning a book, and roared, "Who made it?" My brother dares to fight with his ideas, tell me who it is, I will kill him. ”

I told him the analysis, but he didn't say a word, picked me up and took a taxi to the hospital.

This is also what I mean, the monk can't run away from the temple if the yin boy runs.

The door of the morgue was closed, but there was a light inside, and Duchenne reached out to tear the door open, but I didn't expect the light to be so bright tonight that I wanted to cover my eyes.

I thought that the ugly man was "torturing" the corpse in Guli again, but I didn't expect him to sit at a small table and mend a piece of clothing.

This dress is a tracksuit, and at first glance it is worn by a yin boy, I don't know what's wrong, when I see the ugly man's move, my whole heart is a little tight.

The ugly man was frightened when he saw us coming, and he whined and got to his feet.

Duchenne was not polite, pointed at him and said, "What about your son?" Get out of here for Lao Tzu, explain what happened just now, if my buddy doesn't care, let him kowtow a few times, if he still dares to play tricks, Lao Tzu will cripple him today. ”

After speaking, Duchenne looked around. The ugly man reacted quite loudly, looked frightened, waved his hand at the two of us, and said, "No, don't ......"

The first time I heard an ugly man speak, I felt that his voice was a little hoarse and a little silly.

"Don't want anything?" Du Xing drank again, pointed at the ugly man's nose and said, "Your son is out of tune, I originally wanted to keep him for a few days, but when I look at it today, I really can't keep it." ”

"Don't, don't ......" The ugly man was stupid, he couldn't say anything when he was excited, and he stammered for a long time before he said, "Hit me...... Hit me, don't hit the kids. ”

Duchenne looked at him with a frown, but didn't say anything.

The ugly man looked at me again, and suddenly leaned over and tugged at the corner of my clothes and said, "That kid is small and ignorant, you forgive him, hit me, beat me......"

In the past, I was annoyed by the dirty hands of the ugly man, but this time I didn't shy away from it, and let him drag me.

I don't understand why, but looking at his pitiful and pleading eyes, I can feel the old man's love for Yin Gongzi, especially his nervousness, which makes me angry, even if it is the resentment that is about to be strangled, disappear without a trace.

The ugly man didn't react when he saw me, so he knelt down anxiously, kowtowed vigorously and said, "Sir, sir, you are good, don't beat my child, he is not easy." ”

I couldn't bear it anymore, and I couldn't stand his kneeling, so I pulled him and forcibly dragged him up.

Duchenne looked at me and asked me what to do next.

I said in my heart what I could do, so I was soft-hearted and forget it. I told the ugly man to his face, "Listen, you can take care of your son's return, and if there is any more crooked calculations, be careful that I will arrest him and continue to squat." ”

The ugly man nodded desperately.

We didn't stay long, we turned around and walked away.

On the way back, and after I got home, my mind was full of one thought, I was scolding myself for being sick. How can I let such a wicked man go so easily, maybe from a personal point of view, I can forgive the ugly man for the sake of such a pleading, but the next time he does something to someone else, will I also become a sinner indirectly?

But man is a very complex and emotional animal, and reason may not always prevail. I really don't understand what I think about tonight, but I really recognize such a strange forgiveness in my heart.

Last night I had a nightmare, dreaming of an orange head and a yin boy, tonight the nightmare is still the same, but I dreamed of an ugly man, he kept saying to me in his dream, "Forgive that child, he is not easy to ......"