The personnel on the police side obviously did not have as many reinforcements as the other side, and the firepower began to be suppressed.

The man with the leg injury finally got into the car, Ren Jia could see his oblique bangs clearly, the man whistled contemptuously and defiantly, his left hand was compared to his middle finger, and he slowly lowered the window, revealing just the distance that could stretch out his arm, aiming and pulling the trigger.

The scenes are like close-ups of the movie in slow motion.

"Bang! Boom! "I'm afraid I can't hit it accurately, and I usually make up for it a few times.

As soon as the ride was overwhelming, several cars quickly left.

The world seemed to be still, Ren Jia couldn't hear any sound, not even her heart was beating, the blood condensed in her veins seemed to freeze instantly, she didn't know what to do, as long as she didn't move, everything didn't happen.

She saw a lot of people in patrol suits surging towards Zhou Shan's position, his heart gurgling out, staining the pink Dumbo T-shirt red.

Oh, by the way, that dress is still a couple shirt from Ren Jia and Zhou Shan, she is also wearing it today, and they bought it together. At that time, Zhou Shan was dead or alive, and it was Ren Jia who persuaded him by grinding hard bubbles. As a result, Zhou Shan looked unexpectedly good-looking, he was very white, and he had red lips and white teeth, and the pink clothes lined Zhou Shan's complexion better.

Ren Jia ran over like crazy, her shoes also fell off, and in just a few steps, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and she finally squeezed into the crowd, and Zhou Shan's colleagues knew when they saw Ren Jia's clothes.

Ren Jia knelt on the ground and pressed Zhou Shan's heart, but he couldn't stop the blood coming out of there, so he had to hold Zhou Shan's hands hanging on the ground with both hands.

"Zhou Shan, Zhou Shan, I'm still waiting for you, aren't you stamped, you have to talk!" Ren Jia couldn't cry in the end, she hated herself for not being able to control her emotions, she had a lot of things to say to him, but she couldn't say a word at the moment, she only cried, and she had to go back to her breath when she cried.

Zhou Shan let go of Ren Jia's heart when he saw it, and he could only smile at her, just like he spoiled and helplessly laughed when Ren Jia lost his temper. He couldn't make a sound anymore, so he could only tell her with his mouth shape, "Senior, junior, ......"

Ren Jia shook his head desperately, his cry couldn't come out, his tears couldn't stop flowing, and he nodded like crazy, covered in blood, very scary.

Zhou Shan couldn't make any expression anymore, his eyes gradually drifted, but he still maintained the smile just now.

Ren Jia hugged him tightly, as if Zhou Shan would not leave her. His chest had given her countless warmth and reassurance, and the beating heart had spoken so many touching words to her, and now it could no longer emit any sound or heat.

It wasn't until everyone stepped forward to pull Ren Jia, and Ren Jia's whole person seemed to have been soaked in a pool of blood, that she knew that one person could shed so much blood.

Ren Jia couldn't have imagined that the person who was alive half an hour ago would now lose his body temperature and could no longer hear his whispering, and the farewell just now turned out to be an eternal farewell.

Ren Jia's walking corpse generally dealt with Zhou Shan's aftermath.

The news reported this vicious incident, and people sighed for the policeman who lost his life at a young age, but this can make irrelevant people remember how long it will take, maybe less than a day, people will forget this young man named Zhou Shan, and they have been diverted from other things.

Packing up Zhou Shan's relics made Ren Jia, who had been numb for a few days, cry bitterly, and all the letters since they met were carefully collected by him.

Because the two are in a long-distance relationship, Ren Jia said that the words are like faces, and the words on the letters are more warm, so in addition to chatting on the screen every day, they will write a letter to each other every week. Some of the edges were sanded, and one look at it you knew that he had seen it many times.

The letters were neatly placed in a medium-sized cardboard box, and at a glance it was clear that Zhou Shan was ready to collect a lot of letters.

At the bottom of the carton was an old-fashioned small wooden box, which was not inconspicuous, if it weren't for Zhou Shan putting it together with the letter, Ren Jia wouldn't have the extra heart to open it and take a look.

"Knock knock."

As soon as Ren Jia picked up the small wooden box, he heard a knock on the door, so he had to put the wooden box next to the luggage first.