She listened intently to the whispers of those young voices, pouring out their yearning and longing for love, and the accompaniment piano gracefully sprinkled a string of crisp notes, at the end of the keyboard, like pearls falling on the floor. She listened to it for a long time, and at some point, she felt her eyes moisten, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. In this holy atmosphere, the world becomes transparent and clean, giving people the illusion that time can be repeated, dreams can be realized, all love will burn, and all love is still there. In this small room, there seem to be countless white flowers blooming in front of my eyes, the kind of purity and beauty that makes people's hearts palpitate, its name is called "love", and the "love" that is often misunderstood in the bustling city of materialism - those have become the love of houses and cars.

Ji Xiaoou gritted his teeth and told himself not to cry in public. However, the tears did not obey, and rolled down, and in an instant their cheeks were wet.

At the end of the event, the people around him gradually disappeared, only the piano was still playing the slow music softly. The one who plays the piano is a delicate woman, who can't tell her real age, with long curly hair scattered over her shoulders, and has a beautiful and natural temperament. Ji Xiaoou looked at her from afar, only hoping that the sound of the piano would last a little longer, so that he could sit here for a few more minutes.

The piano player seemed to hear her heart, and played the light piano music one by one. At some point, the piano's tune suddenly changed, from classical music to a well-known pop song. Ji Xiaoou knew that it was an English song, a must-have one of the top ten popular English golden songs in high school, but it was so old that he couldn't remember the name.

The afterglow of the piano ends in this English golden song. The woman closed the lid and stood up, and was visibly taken aback when she saw another person in the room.

She walked straight over, and suddenly saw the tears on Ji Xiaoou's face, and her expression suddenly became extremely soft: "Do you need help with anything?" ”

"No, no, I'm fine." Ji Xiaoou hurriedly shook his head: "I'm listening to you play the piano." What is the name of the song you just played, it's so good. ”

"You like this song?" The woman smiled, "It's a very old song, it's called 'Tonight I Celebrate My Love'. ”

"Oh, and remember, "Celebrate My Love Tonight". This kind of old song carries too many memories and can remind people of many good old days. ”

"You're right, it does remind people of many, many good old days." The woman raised her arms and tucked her long hair back behind her head, revealing a smooth and clear forehead. She looked at Ji Xiaoou, "Are you a believer?" ”

Ji Xiaoou hesitated: "Sort of, but I haven't been baptized yet." ”

The woman smiled: "That's great! Love choirs? There are a lot of lost souls here, so if you like, you can join in. ”

Ji Xiaoou was very curious, and the woman's smile seemed to have a trace of solemn sadness, as if she had just walked out of Raphael's statue of the Virgin. Because women can also hold managerial and missionary positions in the Christian church, she asked, "Are you a clergyman in the church?" ”

The woman shook her head: "No, I, like you, am an unbaptized layman." ”

"You weren't baptized? Why not be baptized? "She looks like such a virgin, but she is not a real Christian, Ji Xiaoou thinks it is incredible.

The woman's face showed the smile that is characteristic of religious paintings: "Because I know that my motive for following the Lord Jesus is not pure, but because I fell in love with someone a long time ago, but because of hesitation and distrust, I ended up losing him." After he left, I realized that I had lost the most important treasure of my life. I want to be born again so that I can see Him again in Heaven one day. ”

Ji Xiaoou shuddered for a moment, wondering if the woman in front of her had crossed over from a parallel world of another dimension, why didn't all the lines sound like normal conversations in real society? Fortunately, she was wearing a very good texture smoky gray slim wool dress, neither barefoot in sneakers, nor in a white cotton skirt, nor long seaweed-like hair, without these typical little fresh features, Ji Xiaoou thought that they could still talk to each other more.

So Ji Xiaoou asked: "If you can see him again, how can you stop doubting him and trust him completely?" ”

She replied, "Do you believe in God's omniscience and omnipotence?" If you believe, then give all your doubts, fears, and stresses to God, and God will put the answer in your heart, and you just need to follow your heart without thinking too much about the past and the future. Don't be afraid of the storm that sweeps through your life, it's just a God's trial. Many times, he makes us wait just to exercise our patience. Even if all joy is lost, God will still give you the strength to get you back up. ”

Hearing a few words, Ji Xiaoou's heart shook violently, and he had been entangled in the question for many days, but he heard a simple and feasible answer from the mouth of a stranger who had never known him. Holding down the pounding heart, she asked suspiciously, "Who are you?" John? Luke? Or Paul? Are you sent by God to enlighten me? ”

The woman was amused. With this smile, Ji Xiaoou could see one or two faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and she should be thirty years old.

"I'm glad you think so," she said. But I'm just a mortal, my surname is Zhao, you can call me by my English name, May. ”

That night, Ji Xiaoou's prayer added this paragraph: "God, from now on, I will no longer tell you about my weakness and pain, please put courage and strength in my heart, where there is harm, I convey forgiveness; Where there is sorrow, I bring joy; Where there is darkness, I bring light; Where there is doubt, I sow faith; Where there is a desperate situation, I bring hope. ”

She finally gathered enough courage to meet Li Meiqin. In addition to looking at Li Meiqin's recent situation, at least you can ask who the real owner of the Weibo is. She was tormented by the idea that appeared and disappeared in her mind.

got out of the nearest subway station, Ji Xiaoou did not choose the bus, but took a taxi, and she was already a little impatient. When approaching the destination, the taxi stops at the last intersection and waits for the red light. Ji Xiaoou inadvertently raised her head and glanced in the direction of the original building, as if a thunderbolt had fallen on a sunny day, and she was suddenly stunned.

It has been razed to the ground and is littered with rubble. The old building is gone.

Ji Xiaoou got out of the taxi, looked at the rubble field, and stood stunned for a long time before he remembered to take out his mobile phone and dial Zhan Yu's house, but what came out of the microphone of the mobile phone was "I'm sorry, the number you dialed does not exist, please check and dial again."

After sitting on the road for a long time, the northwest wind drove straight through the down jacket, and the cold penetrated her body a little bit. Ji Xiaoou finally realized that her fear and withdrawal for more than a month finally made her lose contact with Li Meiqin. This is probably God's punishment for her.

And what about rigor? What else could she do to dispel all the fears and sorrows she had had had been in for a while? Can she be reminded of the rigor when her heart is no longer like pressing a thousand pounds of stone and breathless?

Rigorous's lawyer applied for a second meeting half a month later, but this time he was unable to meet Rigorous.

Because that day happened to be the day when Marin, who had just turned eighteen, was sentenced in the second instance. The original verdict was upheld in the second instance: death penalty, immediate execution. From the moment he received the verdict, Marin's emotions became extremely unstable, and he slammed his head and body into the concrete wall again and again in the cell like crazy, and his head was covered in blood. For safety, the police had to shackle him and put him in a separate cell.

The walls of the cell are clad in soft materials and unfurnished, just to prevent the inmates from harming themselves. If there are no accidents, he will spend the rest of his days in this room before the death sentence is reviewed by the High Court. But when he entered the cell, he did not become quiet, but rolled all over the windowless room, hissing and screaming, and with such strength that several young and strong policemen could not get close.

Wang Guan knew that Ma Lin listened to Rigor more, so he called Rigor out of the cell and asked Rigor to appease him. If something went wrong with Marin before the execution, it would still be a trivial matter for his bonus to be yellow this quarter, and it would be a big deal not to affect the appointment of section chief that he could get next month.

Speaking of which, Wang Jiaojiao has always been very concerned about Rigor these days, and Rigor is willing to help with this. But for Marin, he had mixed feelings. Ever since he had given Marin a place to sleep, the boy had taken it upon himself to stick to him, like a little tail, and was almost inseparable from him every day.

"I've always been bullied since I was a child." Marin said, "Other children have suffered losses, and they can still go home to find their father, but my father hanged himself with a hemp rope for that woman, and even I don't want it." I've always been looking forward to having a brother who can cover me. ”

Rigor was annoyed enough by his wishful thinking. Although Marin is young, he is no different from the other human scum in his strict heart. He had openly described the dull dull sound of a sharp blade piercing into his body, and the splash of blood as the knife was pulled out of his flesh, and the person under the knife was his own mother. But because of Marin's warm expression every time he mentioned his grandfather, although he scolded him harshly, he actually tolerated his affectionate behavior towards him.

In the face of Wang discipline, Rigor couldn't help but look embarrassed: "This is really difficult to handle Wang discipline, it is clear that he is afraid of death, how can I persuade him?" Tell him that he has a big scar on his head, and he will be a good man again eighteen years later? ”

Wang Guan said: "Don't talk nonsense, I know you have a way." ”

There was still a distance of more than ten meters from the cell where Marin was being held, and Cheng Cheng heard the sound of shackles crashing inside, which was rapid and chaotic. Looking through the lookout hole, there was no light inside, but through the light from outside, a blurry figure could be barely seen, constantly crashing against the wall.

Yan watched silently for a while, his mouth was facing the lookout hole, and he shouted inside: "Marin, your grandfather has come to see you." ”

The sound of the water and land dojo in the cell suddenly stopped.

Cheng Cheng said to the accompanying policeman, "Please open the door." ”

Seeing that the police hesitated, he said rigorously: "Don't worry, nothing will happen." ”

The door opened, and he stepped forward, and as the iron door closed behind him, it became pitch black in front of him, and he could only rely on his ears to discern the source of the sound. The sound of shackles and clothes srustling indicated Marin's direction. He turned around: "It's me, Rigorous." ”

"Didn't you say my grandfather was here? You lied to me! ”

Ding Lingdang's voice seemed to be slowly approaching him, vaguely carrying anger. Yan Yan stood still, and said calmly: "Marin, I know you can't rest assured that your grandfather." I promise you that one day when I go out, I will take care of your grandfather as if I were my own grandfather. ”

The direction he was facing suddenly became dead silent, and after a long while, the voice of his body moving came again: "Aren't you blinding me again?" ”

"Li Guojian told you, who am I? I've been on the Tao for so many years. Farts have to collapse in the ground, and they won't swallow back what they've said. ”

There was another suffocating silence, and then Marin sniffed: "Don't tell grandpa that I was shot by the government." Tell him that I went out to make money. ”

"Okay, I'll send him money on time every month, and I'll say it's your salary."

"My dad's urn is still stored at the funeral home. The key plate was pressed under my grandfather's mattress. Can you help me find a place to bury me? I was afraid that no one would pay in the future, and they threw away my dad's ashes. ”

"Okay, I'll find a piece of land and bury you and your dad together."

Marin was silent again, and after a while the shackles clanged, and with the sound of rustling, a series of sparks burst out in the dark cell, which was static electricity caused by the friction between wool and chemical fibers.

"Brother, give you back this cashmere sweater, I don't need it."

Rigorous followed the sound and walked over, feeling a pair of skinny and smooth shoulders. Before stretching out his arm, he hesitated for a moment, thinking that there was a little murderer who had lost his humanity in front of him, and his heart suddenly became awkward, but in the end he quickly hugged the other party: "Keep it on the road, brother." Don't be afraid, everyone has such a day. If you are not born well in this life, remember to vote for a good family in the next life. ”

He let go of his arm and turned to the door. After a few minutes in the dark, there was a faint light in front of him, enough for him to see the faint light leaking through the edge of the door. After slapping on the door twice to notify the police guarding outside to unlock the lock, Marin shouted behind him: "Li Guojian knows where his eldest brother is hiding." ”

Rigorous's fingers froze: "What did you say?" ”

Marin said: "He was chatting with someone and I overheard. He said he didn't dare tell you. ”

"What else do you hear?"

"He said you might never get out again. Brother, what he said is false, right? You're so capable, you're going to be able to get out, right? What you promised me is true, right? ”

Standing in silence for a while, he replied, "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you." Then he opened the door and walked out.

Rigor went back to report to Wang Guanjiao, only to know that he had missed the lawyer's meeting. Although I was anxious and regretful, I was really helpless and had to wait for the next opportunity. Fortunately, this was not the most important thing in his heart at this moment, and Marin's words just now were buzzing in his head like a big hornet.

Taking advantage of the wind time in the morning, he led people to block Li Guojian in a blind corner that could not be detected by a monitor. After two months, those who originally followed Li Guojian have become serious die-hard fans, and seven or eight people surrounded Li Guojian.

Li Guojian is not a hard bone, and after a few punches fell, he spit out the truth: "The eldest brother has confessed before, once he hides, he will go to the villa in Tongzhou to find him when there is an emergency." The villa was bought in the name of one of his favorite women. Usually they live in the city and rarely go there. ”

Rigor pushed him against the wall, pinched his neck with one hand, and asked coldly, "What about Liu Wei?" ”

"I don't know! Brother Jin, he was still there when I came in, I really don't know what he did! ”

Li Guojian is much more honest than Liu Wei, which can be seen from the real fear in his eyes. Rigor let go of him and shouted, "Get out!" ”

Li Guojian didn't get out immediately, but said to Yan Yan in a pleading tone: "Brother Jin, if you see the eldest brother, don't tell him that I said it, otherwise my life will not be guaranteed!" ”

Rigor said: "If I really find the two of them, I will save your life for you." ”

This unexpected address made Rigor very excited. He was anxiously looking forward to meeting with the lawyer as soon as possible, and he needed an absolutely reliable person to pass on the news, and if Liu Wei could really be found, his injustice could be cleared.

However, he did not wait for the lawyer's application for a meeting, but waited for the arraignment of the special case team.

For two months, 24 hours a day, I was in contact with all kinds of criminal suspects, and I was surprised that my temperament was becoming more and more obscene, and when I saw Zhao Tinghui again, I saw his heroic righteousness exuded through his straight police uniform, but there was a strange kindness.

Finding that Zhao Tinghui's epaulettes had changed from one bar and three flowers to two bars and one flower, he laughed: "Yo, Officer Zhao, you have been promoted, congratulations!" ”

Zhao Tinghui still glanced at him and replied quietly: "Thank you." ”

Rigorously still considering whether he could tell Feng Weixing's address to the task force and let them arrest him directly, Zhao Tinghui had already gone straight to the point and asked him a question: "In November last year, you put 100,000 yuan into the hospital account of the victim Zhan Yu's mother?" ”

"Yes."

"Last August, the victim was injured, and you spent 46,000 yuan on medical expenses for him?"

"Yes. Plastic surgery is more expensive. ”

"What purpose are you spending so much money on the victim?"

Rigorous is not stupid at all, and as soon as I hear the first question, I understand what he means by asking these questions. Anger suddenly grew in his heart, changed his sitting posture, slipped his body out of the interrogation chair specially prepared for prisoners in the interrogation room, and spread his two long legs, he squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Tinghui, with a mocking face: "I want to say that it is to learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds, do you believe it?" ”

The keyboard of the stenographer's laptop was crackling, Zhao Tinghui raised his eyes and glanced at him, and did not answer his words, but moved to the next question: "I checked your file in the army, the sniper of the special reconnaissance company, and I have made a first-class merit and a third-class merit once, am I not mistaken?" ”

"It's been a long time, I can't remember."

Zhao Tinghui stood up, walked all the way to Rigor Rigue, and looked at him condescendingly: "Then do you remember, did you kill someone?" ”

Rigor sat up straight: "I have the right to refuse to answer this kind of question, right?" Does this question have anything to do with the case you're asking? ”

"You don't have to answer." Zhao Tinghui's eyes began to focus again, "But I want you to answer my next question." ”

"Say it first, I'll listen."

"Special forces combat training also includes courses on human anatomy, right?"

"You've set the trap in these questions too low-level, Officer Zhao! Let me tell you about it, so you don't have to go around in such a big circle! That's right, I did well in human anatomy class, as well as skeletal analysis, neuroanalysis, criminology, psychology, interrogation and counter-interrogation. Then he stretched out his hands, "Do you see these hands?" An 85 sniper, it only takes eleven seconds from the time the gun is loaded to the time it hits the target, and the targets in the crosshairs, drug dealers, gun smugglers, hostage-takers, and*, all hit with one shot, and from here, here," he pointed to his eyebrows and temples, "straight into the nerve center, and killed instantly, without making up for a second shot." Yes, I've killed people, the best record is hitting a target from 1120 meters away. ”

The arraignment room suddenly fell silent, unusually quiet. Several criminal police officers were shocked by the number 1120. Although their guns are not as rigorous, they are all experts, and 1120 meters is definitely the sniper limit of 7.62mm guns. So in this closed interrogation room, only a rigorous voice echoed: "Have you heard of Heitzenor? The king of snipers in Germany in World War II, his record was 1100 meters, I was 20 meters further than him, and of course, my gun was much better than his. ”

Zhao Tinghui looked at him quietly, only he still adhered to his original intention, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his dark face, "That is to say, you did kill someone?" ”

"Yes, killed."

"Do you remember how many people you killed?"

"I'm sorry, I can't remember."

"Why? Is it because there are too many? ”

"Nope. Because I don't want to remember that number. For some reason, Rigor smiled, but his eyes were indistinctly reddish, "For a long time, I felt that the blood on my hands could not be washed away no matter what. But then I was a soldier, a soldier of the republic, and I had to be loyal to my homeland. Keeping my country and the people who live on this land away from war and harm is a mission that I cannot escape. ”

Once again, there was no boundless silence in the arraignment room. For the first time, a trace of softness appeared on Zhao Tinghui's iron-blue face: "Do you have nightmares after killing?" ”

"Yes." Rigorously and honestly replied, "I will see those people in the scope again in my dreams, the same as they were when they were alive." After hitting the target, I never look at it again, it is the secondary shooter who reports to me about the target's hit. I was afraid of nightmares, of seeing a living person, because of me, turned into a corpse with no vital signs in front of me. ”

At this point in the interrogation, it is basically impossible to continue. In view of the fact that the suspect has rich experience in anti-reconnaissance and anti-interrogation due to his past experience, Zhao Tinghui carefully designed some questions in advance, all of which were with roundabout logical traps that were not easy to be detected by the suspect. But when it comes to rigor, it is like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, so those questions become meaningless.

Strict but refused to let him go, with a sharp sarcasm in his words: "Officer Zhao, I think I have answered all the questions you want to ask." I can fully understand your eagerness to solve the case. But I have to tell you that the efforts of your task force have been completely used in the wrong direction. You don't want to think about it, if the person was really killed by me, ah, all the other identity-related evidence has been destroyed, but only a lighter is left next to the broken corpse, am I sick? So that you can find me? ”

The arraignment was finally hastily concluded, and several members of the special case team packed up the files and other materials, all of them withdrew from the interrogation room, locked the security door, and left Yan alone in the room, waiting for the police officers on duty in charge of the interrogation room at the detention center to take him back to the cell.

I waited rigorously for a long time, until the sky outside the window gradually became dark, the hustle and bustle of the day gradually fell silent, and the halo of the street lamp penetrated through the window nailed with iron bars, and the police on duty did not wait. He had neither a watch nor a cell phone on him, but he could tell by the speed of the peristalsis of his stomach and intestines that it was at least seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

He wondered what was going on? Maybe it was because the people from the task force went out to dinner, and then they had to be interrogated overnight, so they left him alone in the interrogation room for so long. I wonder if this time the task force is preparing for another 36-hour wheel battle?

Thinking of this, he swallowed hard. It's easy to say anything else, but it's too uncomfortable to not make the taste of eating. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get himself out of the state of hunger like a hundred claws, but the stomach ignored him, emphasizing his presence with louder and louder bowel sounds and stronger and stronger peristalsis in the stomach, especially remembering that the main dish of the cadre canteen tonight was red stewed mutton, and he didn't know which rabbit cub he had cheapened if he didn't go back, and the pain caused by that hunger was even deeper.

In the end, he gave up his false self-comfort, and simply stood up slowly, first moving his almost numb hands and feet, and then carefully scanning the room, in the corner of the wall behind him, two surveillance cameras were hidden in the ceiling ceiling, one left and one right, like a pair of black eyes, glaring at him viciously.

Yan Yan raised his head and looked at it for a while, and judged from experience that the two cameras were just decorations, and they were not in the state of power-on. Because the indoor light is so dim, I haven't seen the infrared light flickering for a long time. He relaxed, grimaced at one of the shots, and walked to the window. The glass was covered with translucent film, and he scraped a corner with the tip of his fingernail to see through the gap to see the cement path in front of the building. It was clearly past the end of the day, and there was no one on the path, except for the lonely light of the streetlights casting on the neatly manicured holly on the side of the road. The path continues straight ahead, past a brand new office building, and then around the corner is the gate of the detention center. His specially trained gaze had already completed the measurement of the distance at a glance, and the error would not exceed plus or minus ten meters. In other words, you can walk out of the gate after only 340 meters from here, and outside the gate is a vast world of freedom.

Rigor was startled by the sudden thought. It was as if only by leaving the heavy iron gates outside the prison could one realize that the distance between oneself and freedom was so close and so alluring. He subconsciously looked down at the iron bar on the window. The bars were black cast iron, only the thickness of his fingers, and the seams were sloppy welded, and it was clear that no one took them seriously. In contrast, the heavily guarded gate not far away, as well as the surrounding high walls and barbed wire, are even more intimidating.

Cold sweat broke out slightly in the palms of the rigorous hands. He walked briskly back to his chair and sat down to calm his rapidly beating and breathing. Although his body was still, he could not stop the rotation of his brain. All you need is a handy tool, such as this iron chair for the suspect underneath, with its sturdy legs that can pry through the cast-iron railing. Behind the iron railings are aluminium sliding windows......

He shook his head vigorously to shake off the absurd thought, and then laughed at his own whimsy. Even if you manage to escape from this arraignment room, how can you get out of the gate safely? Unless he has an invisibility cloak.

After dark, the detention center office building was surprisingly quiet. Rigorous was so hungry that he was weak, and the whole person collapsed on the chair, feeling the movement of his stomach and intestines from slow to urgent, and at the most intense time, he almost suspected that his stomach and intestines couldn't wait to digest themselves. I don't know how long it took, the feeling of the five organs biting each other slowly slowed down, and finally disappeared, and then he actually fell asleep. When he woke up, he noticed the silence around him, and he could even hear the ticking of a leaky faucet in the bathroom not far away. Tick Tick Tick ......

At this moment, he suddenly realized that there was no night trial at all, the task force had already left, and the people in the office next to him had also left work. I don't know what went wrong, but he was indeed forgotten in this arraignment room.

In the interrogation room, surrounded by silence, the thought that had just been suppressed resurfaced: what would be the consequences if he did escape?

He made a permutation in his mind. If you don't escape the gate, then it's nothing, and at most you'll suffer a little in the flesh. If he succeeds in escaping, there are several possibilities, the best result is that he finds the real murderer Liu Wei to clear his innocence, the worst result is nothing more than being arrested and adding a few years to his sentence, but if he is finally convicted of homicide, no matter how many years are added, it is still the death penalty, if the homicide is not established, it proves that the public security bureau arrested the wrong person, and this escape cannot be sentenced; In the end, he will either be acquitted or sentenced to death, which is no different from the outcome of his stay here waiting for the trial.

It was at this moment that he made the decision to escape from the detention center.

When the police officers on duty at the detention center finally realized that someone had disappeared from cell No. 6, it was dinner time the next evening.

It was discovered that Yan Yan was missing, and it was Wang Guanjiao, the leading cadre of the No. 6 cell. It wasn't supposed to be him on duty that Saturday. But he left some materials in the office, and went back to the detention center in the afternoon to pick them up, and came by the way to see Marin's situation. Seeing that Marin's mood was quite stable, he wanted to stop by to talk to Cheng Cheng and hand him two cigarettes sent by his family. Unexpectedly, Li Guojian told him that Yan Yan was arraigned yesterday and has not come back until now, so it is estimated that he was brought out of the world. The so-called external promotion means being brought back to the criminal police team for interrogation, and most of the suspects in the detention center are most afraid of being interrogated, so Li Guojian's tone is more or less worried.

When Wang Guan heard this, he didn't pay much attention to it at first, because although there were not many such things mentioned outside, there were also a lot. It wasn't until he left that he met an acquaintance at the gate and accidentally talked about it, and the man looked surprised and said, "No, I remember that on Friday afternoon, the criminal police team took the ticket back, and they didn't take anyone away!" ”

Having said this, the two couldn't help but look at each other, and at the same time realized that something bad was wrong, something must have happened!

Ten minutes later, the ground in the detention center was shaking, and even the air became tense. Everyone was kicked out of their cells and gathered on the patrol road. A group of police officers from the detention center and several armed police officers went back and forth, counting the number of people over and over again and checking the list. One by one, the dozen suspects in cell No. 6 were called into the office and talked to each other.

The relevant personnel of the detention center confessed to each other, and finally clarified the whole process. On Friday afternoon, after the special case team completed the arraignment, it retrieved the warrant and left the detention center. But unfortunately, it was dinner time, and one of the three police officers on duty went to send the other suspect back to the cell, and the other went to the cafeteria for dinner, and came back to replace the third police officer for dinner. It's that there was a problem with the handover of these two people, one said that the other party was in a hurry to eat and didn't mention that there was still a suspect in the arraignment room, and the other said that he confessed but the other party must have forgotten it, anyway, there is no third-party proof, and whose responsibility is it has become a headless case. The only thing that is certain is that the police officer in charge of the cell did not see Rigor at dinner time, and thought that he was taken out of the criminal police team. So rigor was forgotten in the arraignment room for the whole night.

Then, someone found iron bars that had been bent on the windows of the interrogation room, as well as scratches on the exterior walls, all of which proved that the suspect had escaped from the interrogation room through the windows. A carpet search was immediately carried out in the detention center, and all police officers who were not on duty were urgently recalled, and almost every inch of the entire detention center was opened for scrutiny.

At half past seven in the evening, whether people want to admit the reality or not, the grim truth is in front of them: No. 0382 in cell six, the murder suspect is rigorous and mysteriously escaped.

No one knows how he managed to get out of the detention center's four walls and tightly guarded iron gates.

At this time, the suspect who caused the chaos in the detention center was standing next to a book and newspaper kiosk across the road from the "Flowing Year" beauty shop, holding a newspaper in his hand and pretending to be reading, but his eyes crossed the upper edge of the newspaper and projected it onto the glass window facing the street of "Like a Flowing Year".

He was trying to search for Ji Xiaoou through the glass window.

Take the subway from Guomao to Sihui, the fare is two yuan, and when he climbs up the long staircase to the ground, there are only three coins left in his pocket, one five jiao, two dime, a total of seven cents, not even enough to buy a bottle of water, only enough for him to buy yesterday's expired evening newspaper.

The shopkeeper in the kiosk, a woman in her forties, secretly looked at him for a long time. Because although he is described as haggard, when he stands there, his innate temperament distinguishes him from the people around him, and the navy blue police uniform on his body adds to the heroism between his eyebrows and eyes.

There is also a rigor of eyes behind him, and he will not be able to detect the prying eyes of the proprietress who still has the charm, and the amorous gaze that falls on him is like two brushes stained with honey, brushing layer after layer, brushing layer after layer. But he didn't have the heart to respond to this merry call, compared to the bottled mineral water and biscuit ham sausages for sale in front of her, which tempted him even more.

From yesterday afternoon to now, except for a few sips of tap water in the public toilet, he has basically not eaten a grain of rice for nearly 30 hours. His previous wilderness survival training would not help him maintain the most basic conditions in this drunken metropolis, unless he scavenged like a homeless man to pick up leftovers from garbage heaps or swill buckets. If you eat a bully meal with this police uniform, just like dealing with a taxi driver in the morning, it is not impossible to do so. But for now, he didn't dare to take any chances. The time he escaped from the detention center was 6:10 in the morning, and at this time, seeing the increasing traffic on the street, it was estimated that it was already around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and the detention center must have discovered his disappearance. If the other party who is overlord is unwilling to silently suffer a secret loss, once the trouble arouses onlookers, his situation will be very dangerous.

And his mind had been fighting fiercely: should he cross the road and pull his girl into this troubled water?

Speaking of the process of rigorously escaping from the detention center, it was rumored to be very magical in the future, comparable to "Prison Break" and "The Shawshank Redemption". But in fact, he neither climbed over the wall nor dug tunnels, but swaggered out of the main entrance, and the whole process felt ridiculous even to him, like a lame story full of loopholes, and no one believed it.

Climbing out of the window of the interrogation room on the fifth floor, relying on the outdoor air conditioners on each floor as a foothold, his feet were on the solid ground after more than ten seconds. But instead of leaving right away, he returned to the building.

In the afternoon, from the cell to the interrogation cell, out of the professional habit of ten years ago, he would first pay attention to the nearby buildings and terrain whenever he went to an unfamiliar place. At that time, he noticed two doors on the right hand side of the stairs with the words "Men's Locker Room" and "Women's Locker Room" written respectively. Returning to the office building, it was to enter the men's locker room.

The locks in the locker room are available. But it's hard to be rigorous. Before leaving the interrogation room, he stepped on a chair, twisted the cable behind the surveillance camera, and pulled out a piece of copper wire to hide on his body. With this tool, ordinary door locks can be treated like nothing to him.

There are rows of lockers in the locker room. Some are locked, some are not. Most of the cabinets contained police uniforms and some personal belongings. He opened a few casually and found a police uniform about his stature, a little thin, but it fit well when he took off his woolen sweater. Flipping down again, he found a pair of leather shoes and a hat, but this time his luck was not so good, the shoes were a little crowded, but there was no way, he couldn't wear a straight police uniform, but he stepped on a pair of lazy cloth shoes on his feet, so he had to endure the discomfort and put them on. The most regrettable thing is that from the pockets of those police uniforms, he did not find money, only a few coins.

The entire office building was dark, and the rigorous tiptoeing was similar to the sound of a cat walking by, and did not alarm a single voice-activated street lamp. In the office building, only the light in the men's toilet is on 24 hours a day. Facing the blurred mirror in the toilet, he checked the equipment on his body, which was very neat and fitted, which basically ensured that he could walk safely from here to the gate of the detention center and would not be seen by others.

As for what to do when he got to the gate, he could only gamble on his luck.

Yan remembers that when he was sent to the detention center two months ago, the car of the public security bureau made a short stop outside the gate because of the formalities for the transfer of custody. Looking out of the car window, he saw a uniformed correctional cadre coming out, only saying hello to the armed police on duty at the door, without showing any identification. The correctional officers in the detention center and the armed police force belong to different systems, and it is impossible for the armed police to be familiar with every police officer here, and what he gambles on is a small omission in this system.

Rigor hid in a compartment in the toilet for several hours, quietly waiting for the wake-up number at six o'clock in the morning. He had neither a clock nor a mobile phone in his hand, so he didn't know what time it was, but he knew that six o'clock in the morning was the handover time for the armed police on duty. Suspects in detention centers usually get up at 6 a.m. and usually have an early roll call after washing up at 6:30 a.m., when the correctional cadres on duty may notice his absence. Therefore, he was left with only 30 minutes to walk through the 340 meters from the office building to the gate of the detention center.

In the early hours of the morning, when the sky is about to dawn, it is often the time when people are most sleepy. Just when he was leaning against the toilet board and almost falling asleep in a daze, the wake-up call rang. The bright timbre of the trumpet breaks through the pre-dawn darkness and pulls rigor out of its half-asleep state. The muscles of his body tensed all at once, as if he was in a state of imminent battle.

According to the normal stride length and frequency, the time he walked through the three hundred and forty meters would not exceed three minutes and twenty seconds, but Rigor felt that this was the longest three minutes and twenty seconds in his life, and every pore in his body was open because of tension. When he walked to the gate with unhurried steps, saw the figure of the armed police on duty, and understood that success or failure was in one fell swoop, his mood was unusually calm, just like every time he performed a mission, no matter how nervous he was before, the moment he raised his gun, everything in the world retreated quickly from his side, and his world was only left with targets in the scope. In front of the electric gate, he even stopped, took the lighter out of his trouser pocket, and lit the cigarette that had been holding the corner of his mouth. Cigarettes and lighters were the belongings of the owner of the police uniform on his body, and he carried them in his pocket.

He took a puff unhurriedly before raising his head, smiling at the armed police in the inner door duty room, pointing to the door with his chin, and signaling him to open the door.

The armed policeman glanced at him, looked away for a moment, and then turned back to land on him, this time for a longer time. There was nothing unusual in his strict expression, but his heart began to pound wildly, and he felt that everything was coming to an end. However, just as he felt his heart rush out of his throat, the electric door in front of him suddenly creaked, moving slowly, opening a space for people to pass through.

When the armed policeman recalled this moment afterwards, his momentary hesitation was only because he felt that he was serious, but his rigorous and upright posture and calm attitude did not allow him to connect the stranger in front of him with the suspect at all. The momentary misjudgment made him make a wrong decision, and he stretched out his finger and pressed the button of the electric door.

Seeing that freedom was waving not far ahead, rigorous but desperately pressed the desire to run away, and didn't even forget to smile at the other party again, Shi Shiran walked out of the gate of the detention center. It wasn't until it was confirmed that the armed police could no longer see him that they opened their two long legs and walked faster and faster, leaving this place where he had been locked up for more than two months far behind.

With a police uniform and an excuse to carry out the mission, a taxi will take Cheng Cheng to the city's most prosperous international trade area for free. Once the detention center discovers that he is missing, the focus of the search will definitely be on places such as train stations, long-distance bus stations and airports. Because according to the logic of ordinary people's behavior, he will definitely escape from Beijing as soon as possible, but he wants to do the opposite. I'm afraid no one would have thought that a fugitive would have the courage to appear in the liveliest part of the city.

However, standing at the intersection of traffic, he finally felt at a loss.

At the moment, he had no money, and his only possession was a few coins that he had obtained by taking the sheep by hand, which would not add up to more than three yuan. At this moment, he urgently needs to change out of his eye-catching police uniform, have a good meal, and have a safe place to sleep for a few hours before he can plan his next move.

But he had nowhere to go. This familiar city, where he was born and grew up, showed him a strange face for the first time.

He used to have many friends in Beijing, but he couldn't confirm who was more reliable, and he couldn't risk picking this time to test people's hearts. The only people who can be fully trusted are their parents and Cheng Ruimin. But my parents' house is a place where I can't go back and can't be contacted, and I can't say that I'm already covered with plainclothes at this time. He came to Guomao to go to Cheng Ruimin's company, but before he stepped into the door of the office building, he saw the surveillance camera on the top of the revolving door. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat and quickly retreated from the steps, all the way into the bustling street, into the crowd.

His connections and social circles must have been investigated clearly by the task force. Among these social relationships, Cheng Ruimin must bear the brunt. If he is arrested one day, the surveillance footage here will be ironclad evidence that Cheng Ruimin is shielding the fugitive, and he can't harm his brother who grew up together.

He stood in the shadow of a roadside billboard, buses spewing exhaust fumes past him, and he stood for a long time, still not deciding where to go first. Being able to escape from the detention center was an absolute accident. Except for the persistent idea of looking for Feng Weixing and Liu Wei, he hasn't had time to think about the future yet. He is not afraid of anything else, what he is most afraid of is to mess up the direction of his heart.

The third name that suddenly popped up in his heart was Ji Xiaoou.

During the more than two months he spent in the detention center, he would think of her every long night of insomnia. Before he was arrested, he had never taken her to appear in the circle of friends, and those who had seen Ji Xiaoou, except for Yan Shen, were only Xu Zhiqun and Cheng Ruimin. He can confirm that these three people will never betray him, but he can't confirm whether the Public Security Bureau knows about Ji Xiaoou's existence, and he can't confirm whether Ji Xiaoou can accept his current situation, he can only confirm one thing: before going to the villa on the outskirts of Beijing to find Feng Weixing, he must go to meet the girl he has been thinking about. No matter what the future holds, there is a saying that now he must tell her face to face and in person.

That afternoon, Ji Xiaoou felt irritable for no reason, his back was itchy with burrs, and he was always in a cold sweat. She remembered that in the past, every time she was so inexplicably anxious, something big would happen, so she was even more irritable. There seems to be a sword of Damocles hanging above his head, and he must be on guard against it falling at any time.

But until the store closed at ten o'clock in the evening, the sword still hung there dangling, and it had no intention of falling at all. As usual, the beauticians left first, after Ji Xiaoou broke off, when she checked the water, electricity and heating, turned off the lights, and was about to lock the door to go home, she suddenly remembered that the courier she received during the day was still on the bed in the north room, and turned on the lights and went back. There are a lot of things to take home, she found a plastic bag, and just opened the mouth of the bag, she suddenly heard a few knocks from the window.

The north side was originally in the direction of the main entrance, and the windows on the first floor were facing the road in the community, and the blinds were hung all year round. Ji Xiaoou couldn't see the situation outside the window, thinking it was a naughty child, so he ignored it, but there were a few "tuk tuk" sounds on the glass. She straightened up, walked to the window and asked angrily, "What are you doing?" Who is so naughty? ”

But no one answered outside the window.

She shook her head, stuffed everything into a plastic bag, and was about to leave, when suddenly there was a continuous "pop" sound in her ears, like the sound of stones hitting the windowpane.

This time Ji Xiaoou was angry, she threw down the bag, unscrewed the door of the house and rushed to the door of the unit, shouting: "Who threw it?" Stop! See if I don't beat your ass into eight pieces! ”

Outside the door, it was quiet, there was no shadow, only a cold bright moon overhead, the wind blowing the branches of the trees that had not yet sprouted new leaves, casting the chaotic shadows at her feet.

She stood for a moment and muttered, "What the hell! Then she muttered and walked back, her fingers just touching the cold iron sheet of her house's security door, and someone hugged her from behind, and her solid arm strangled her waist like an iron hoop. She opened her mouth to shout, but her mouth was tightly covered.