At dusk, Wang Anming sat on the bench opposite the fountain, staring blankly at the smart pigeon in front of him, pecking at the grains scattered on the ground, and in the direction perpendicular to him, a sleeping man sat on the bench, his face covered by newspapers, as if falling into a deep sleep.

He felt that his mind was very messy, he couldn't think of many things, his thinking was intermittent, and he couldn't catch up with the normal track, "Can you get this done?" It's been a few times!! The boss's roar lingered in his ears, but why was the boss angry? He couldn't remember, "I estimate that based on the patient's current condition, there are at most two months left." For the man in front of him, the doctor's tall body seemed to be shorter, and the stubble on his face and bloodshot eyes showed mental decadence.

Who is on the verge of death? Why is there always a faint sadness in his heart, wandering helplessly, sighing for a long time, Wang Anming felt resentful, complained about his incompetence, and kept saying that he would give her happiness, but now he can't do anything in the face of the torture of the disease, her illness is so special, even the current level of medicine, can not be cured, can only prolong her life, two months, is the last.

"An Ming, I know my condition, but if it can't be cured, let's stop treating it." The affection in his wife's eyes pierced his already fragile heart, however, all this was meaningless, because he couldn't remember, his memory was shattered, and his thinking had long been derailed.

Wang Anming walked on the brightly lit street, following the same steps, a little unsmooth, in that alley, he saw a young woman, dressed pretty and fashionable, carrying a brand-name bag, "She must be very rich." "Well, she's definitely rich," he thought, "I need money!" "Yes, you need money." The thought turned, and he moved, put on the hood, pulled down the brim, lowered his head, and stretched his hands forward.

Leaning slightly, bending his fingers, grabbing the connecting rope of the satchel, lowering his voice in his throat, and pretending to be fierce: "Give me the bag in your hand, or I will kill you." Where has Chen Xiaohan seen such a scene, fear suddenly surged, and he subconsciously loosened the rope, but grabbed it suddenly, and screamed, "Help, someone is robbing."

Wang Anming felt the tugging in his hand and the cry for help, which suddenly made the fierceness brewing in his heart dissipate, replaced by a trace of panic and worry, "What should I do?" Will anyone come? Did she see my face? "Guess." In the panic, the force in his hand suddenly decreased a lot.

At this point, the memory seemed to be interrupted, and he could still recall some vague memory fragments, "It seems that there was a policeman, not too tall, who kicked his waist and crotch." ”

That lot of strength made Wang Anming's body still a little uncoordinated, his waist was sore, his walking posture was still not smooth, and the world in his mind was extremely chaotic, and someone was always whispering.

Like some simple words, Wang Anming has also listened carefully, but it is not real, it seems to be far away, and it resounds in the near end, he does not doubt, nor thinks, he can't think that there is something wrong with his spirit.

"Brother Yang, let me tell you, at that time, when our female colleague saw that it was a toad, her face turned white with fright, it was embarrassing at that time, she could make people laugh to death, didn't you see that expression......" Ding Tian slapped the table while laughing, and seemed to be very happy, Yang Junsheng and Chen Xiaohan sat on the edge of the plastic round table, also smiling, and Yang Junsheng stared at the beer in front of him.

Once upon a time, when he was still in the army, except for the New Year's holidays, it was impossible to drink any liquid with alcohol, so that beer sometimes even became a hard currency, and now, after it can be easily obtained, it is not too desired, people, it is indeed an animal that does not know how to cherish.

The corners of Yang Junsheng's mouth rose slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile, picked up the disposable cup, took a sip lightly, the wine entered from the mouth, the bubbles exploded, bringing a stimulating feeling, flowing through the throat, and there was a refreshing feeling, the fragrance of malt lasted for a long time, and the root of the tongue was sweet.

"Look, there." This strange voice came into Wang Anming's ears again, he looked up and looked around, but he couldn't find the person who spoke, he didn't doubt, he didn't think anymore, he just followed the words of the voice, and looked into the distance a few meters away, "This figure, it seems that I am very familiar." Wang Anming stared at the contours of Ding Tian's face, and the not-so-clear memory became clear, and the collapsed memory palace was restored to a brick.

"He, the policeman, is he the one who stopped me from doing bad things? Should I apologize? "What's the bad thing?" The enigmatic voice said, "Illegal and criminal things are bad things." Wang Anming said to himself, "What is law?" "The law is a code of conduct that everyone must follow."

"What about non-compliance?" "If you don't comply, you will be arrested and sent to jail." Wang Anming was a little crazy, the people around him were faintly scattered, this man, a little crazy, grabbed his hair with one hand, swayed wildly with the other, and there were words in his mouth, but he couldn't hear what he said, a little nonsense.

"What if they can't catch you?" "yes, what if you can't catch me?" Wang Anming continued to think, "Why the hell are you standing in the middle of the road, blocking the uncle's way!" "A yellow-haired gangster, a pair of black beach pants on his lower body, a cross-legged dragon tattooed on his legs, casually dressed on his upper body, pierced ears, dyed yellow hair, his tone is not very kind, and he is not in a good mood.

Wang Anming looked at Xiao Huangmao, his pupils contracted, and the buzzing voice in his ears echoed, "That person's mouth keeps moving, what is he talking about?" I can't hear anything clearly. "What are you looking at??" The pedestrians around dispersed even more, and the yellow-haired gangsters looked like they were looking for trouble, and no one dared to come forward to help Wang Anming.

What's more, I took out my mobile phone and started recording, people's nature is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and some people have become indifferent, the so-called things are not about themselves, and they can't get into this mess for strangers who have nothing to do with their interests, Huang Mao stepped forward with a big grin, stretched out his fingers, and his fingertips almost poked Wang Anming's nose, "I'll ask you!" What the hell are you looking at? ”

"He's still talking? What exactly is he talking about? I can't hear you! Huang Mao's scolding words were full of buzzing noises in his ears, and Wang Anming's mood began to be disturbed, "He's so noisy, so annoying!" "Then shut him up." The voice of the mystery was replying again, this was the only voice that Wang Anming could hear clearly.

"Smack." There was a crisp sound of "Ding Ding Ding", and the sound of three unknown objects hitting the iron resounded under the clear night sky, everyone around stopped what they were doing, the diners also stopped enjoying the food, the store also stopped cooking, and everyone looked at the place where Wang Anming was.

Little Yellow Fur was already lying on the ground, crimson blood stained the soil of the green belt, his neck was twisted, his teeth were missing, his body temperature was dropping, his vertebrae were broken, his face was swollen and a large piece of his face, like a twisted pig's head, and the uncle who fried pho looked at the place where the three sounds came.

There was some burnt pho in the iron pot, and the three broken teeth ejected three white marks from the iron pot, and part of the surface iron sheet had been scraped off. "Ah, murder!!" I don't know who shouted this sentence, all the pedestrians scattered and fled, the diners threw down a few bills, and some ran away directly, Ding Tian and Yang Junsheng didn't move, and the picture was frozen.

The atmosphere became very eerie, in the middle of the road was a warm corpse with a twisted dead face, surrounded by overturned places, messy tables, chairs and food, a man looking at his palms and smiling strangely, an ununiformed policeman, a soldier who had taken off his military uniform, plus a reporter, and the four of them looked at each other.