Chapter 17: The Monk's Gate
"Shhhhhh ”
It's true.
Not far behind our car, there was a faint siren of "Woo-woo-woo-".
I immediately quieted down and followed the prestige with luck.
The sirens with a sense of justice are getting closer and closer, piercing the night sky and heading towards us.
The alternating red and blue light is particularly dazzling in the dark night.
And it's two.
That's great!
I was overjoyed and thought that I could finally be saved, but the police car stopped not far away.
To be precise, it was flanked front and back, parked next to those two paparazzi.
Dozens of police officers jumped out of the car, dressed in uniform and carrying guns, and surrounded the paparazzi menacingly, as in the TV series, and the leader patted the glass of the car and told them to open the door.
I vaguely heard the words "drug possession".
Someone opened the car door, followed by the seven or eight paparazzi who were all taken out of the car by the police, and then they began to search the car.
"Help—help—" I waved my hands and shouted, but they turned a deaf ear to my shouts as if they were on two planes with me.
"Okay, don't make trouble, the police uncle will sue you for obstructing official business later," Xue Beirong pulled our arms into his arms, with a relaxed and relaxed expression.
"You arranged it?" I saw in Xue Beirong's eyes the treacherous smile of strategizing and everything being arranged by Lao Tzu.
"How can I be so capable? It's just to report the poison as a good citizen. It's just a dealer. Xue Beirong raised his eyebrows, obviously in a good mood, and turned the CD volume up.
"You? Good citizen? "I'm going to be so angry with this shameless word that I'm going to vomit blood.
"Uh-huh," Xue Beirong leaned on the seat with his arms pillowed, fine lines narrowing at the corners of his eyes.
"Bastard!" I rolled over and got down from Xue Beirong's lap, except for scolding better than nothing to vent my feelings, I don't know what else to say to express my mood at this time.
The music seemed to be a soundtrack for my anger, and the rhythm suddenly began to become intense, and the violin burst out with a sorrow that tore through the night, muffling out the sound of the police interrogating the paparazzi behind.
It is Tchaikovsky's "Andante Like a Song", adapted from the folk songs of Asia Minor, a solo violin version, the melody is slow and elegant, like telling, sighing, and crying.
In this silent night, it is particularly heavy and sad.
Not far away, shouting, "Wronged! "These drugs are not ours at all! The paparazzi were taken to the car by the police.
Eventually, the siren whistled away in my disappointment until it died down completely.
"The Andante Like a Song" ended, and the dark world returned to silence.
In the gorgeous black velvety winter night sky, there is no moon, only a little cold starlight, silently witnessing this scene, and will never testify.
"Chief Director" Xue Beirong shook off the cigarette ash, turned off the car stereo, and breathed smoke rings comfortably, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled when he was in a good mood.
"Congratulations you won, you can go, I'm going home!" For Xue Beirong's methods, I am really convinced.
"Yu Huanxi, don't you eat the two meals like this? Sheng Xiaolan won't let you go. Xue Beirong returned the car keys to me, but did not get out of the car, but repeated the conversation just now.
"So you're going to tell your old lover about tonight? Do you think I'm going to believe your? I was bluffing like this, but in fact, the words "we have been to bed and conceived children" and "it is a heart-to-heart lover" kept echoing in my mind, and my will became very depressed.