After walking for more than an hour, I came under the overpass.

The garbage began to lay there in piles again, just like when I first came. In fact, everything will be roughly like this, and after rectification, it will resurge, and the cycle will start again.

Compared to the extremely hot streets, it is quite shady under the overpass. Those homeless people are playing cards together, perhaps, they are not playing cards, but for a long time.

The huge piers, surrounded by creepers, seem to be a huge mortar barrel, wrapped in green leaves, and camouflaged vividly.

Next to the piles of garbage are all kinds of wild insects, which never seem to be able to get used to being too clean in the city, and when these garbage piles up again, the willful and unruly nature is exposed.

I walked over to the homeless men and handed them a couple of cigarettes.

These unkempt young men took the cigarette and put it behind their ears, and continued to play the cards in their hands, as if they regarded me, a passer-by who took the initiative to show goodwill, for a brutal insect.

I smiled and stood there for a moment.

Suddenly, one of the homeless men looked up at the sky and grinned. Of course, I don't know what he's laughing at, but I just think it's natural and kind.

The blurred outline, next to the dirty hairline, but a pair of twinkling eyes—I suddenly remembered Ah Jin.

On the other side of the garbage heap, a scavenger suddenly walked over, and he offered to ask me for cigarettes.

I handed him one, and after a few glances, I found that the man was still disabled, with one ear cut off, and half of his face sunken in, as if it were a basketball deflated by a huge fist—it looked a little scary.

With his dirty hands, he took the cigarette and lit it.

"Little white face, what are you doing here?" He spoke.

"I'm not young, big brother." I replied with a smile.

"There used to be an old man who set up a stall here, why haven't I seen him today?" I suddenly remembered.

"Stalls? There are often stalls here. He frowned, his sunken face looking extremely incongruous.

"It's the old man who sells breakfast." I added.

"Oh...... He's dead. He was understated.

"Dead?!" My eyes widened.

"Yes."

"How did you die? So suddenly? ”

"If you're dead, you're dead, everyone will die, it's just a matter of time, what's the eye?" He looked at me angrily.

"I know...... But I want to know how he died. I handed him another cigarette.

"Alas, what a miserable death. was hit by an out-of-control van from that side and killed him instantly......" he still understated.

"Runaway van? Is it black? I quickly asked.

"It seems like it...... The black one, I was there watching. He gestured ahead.

I gasped.

"What about life, what about death......" he took a drag on his cigarette.

I nodded to him and walked on.

When I came to the location where the old man set up his stall, there were still some faint traces of blood remaining on the ground. The tattered bench where the old man often sits is still lying peacefully next to the garbage heap.

I pulled some creepers from the piers and swept them over the bloodstains. In the scorching sun, I knelt down and bowed to the bloodstains—my benefactor.

Suddenly, there was a whistle on the sea in the distance.

Following the greenway, I slowly walked in the direction of Haimei Building.

That's where I ran and boxed those mornings...... Observe the crowd on the pedestrian bridge.

I still remember one morning, I saw the sun rising above the sea level, like a blood-red sword, piercing through the clouds, spreading on the sea, and shining on the Haimei Building.

Passing by a row of woods in front, I saw the place where the girl had been killed. This row of trees was almost completely wiped out, and the trunks were blown off by the waist and fell on the sidewalk.

Standing next to the crime scene, I looked up, looked at the pile of reefs in the distance, and remembered what the night angler had said......

The location where the girl was killed was hidden by the thick trunks of the trees.

I stopped, and suddenly remembered the scene at the on-site meeting of the criminal police brigade. Why do these two murdered girls have a Yun character in their names? Could it be that this international criminal group began to help Qin Lingjin find a girl with a cloud character very early on, in order to make it more difficult for the police to solve the case?

It doesn't seem to be very reasonable, even if it is the explanation of Dr. Liu and Mr. Tang, I don't think it is very convincing. With Qin Lingjin's character, it can't be just a chess piece at the mercy of others - he is a chess player.

Behind Qin Lingjin, there are many, many secrets, and these shady secrets will always be revealed to the world - when I catch him.

The two perpetrators are likely to be Tian Laojin's thugs, so in that island country in the Caribbean Sea, Tian Laoda and his subordinates have also joined Qin Lingjin and provided him with solid security services. Even if I managed to land on that island nation, I had only completed the first step, and it was the hardest thing to break through the security and capture him......

I stared in amazement at the stumps and leaves.

Lighting a cigarette, I looked at the time, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon - the sun was still fierce.

Beads of sweat on his forehead ran down his temples. I finally stepped out of my leaden legs.

After walking for a long time, the sky began to slowly darken.

I looked up and saw the majestic building.

Standing next to Hanaji, I suddenly remembered that the guy who was stealing with a high-definition camera last time happened to be standing in this place.

The Haimei Building still sparkles in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the glass curtain wall outside reflects those golden rays, which makes people feel dizzy.

I simply sat on the flower base, lowered my head, and saw that the wound on my left thigh was desperately oozing blood, and the metal chip in the muscle was scraping the thigh flesh with bursts of stinging pain - I suddenly remembered Han Bing's wound, the wound that had been oozing blood after the operation.

After sitting for a long time, I had finished smoking a pack of cigarettes.

Looking up, I saw the rooftop. The last time Han Bing was about to jump from there, the huge billboard next to it had been blown away by the strong wind, and those canvases were flying in the air.

The floor of Han Bing's office has already begun to turn on the lights - I realized that the time is almost seven o'clock in the evening.

At that moment, I wanted to take a step and walk through that door.

Batches of white-collar workers came out of the lobby, and from their faces, I saw the current situation and future of the company - I am really happy for Han Bing......

……

After thinking about it for a long time, I still dismissed that thought. Standing up from the flower base, I began to walk back slowly.