On September 3, 2020, at 8:38 p.m., at the same time as Chen Jianbin and others were meeting.

Zhongshan Road area is one of the most prosperous commercial districts in City A, with high-end hotels and large complexes full of people.

But less than 100 meters behind Zhongshan Road, there is a row of low and dilapidated shantytowns in Gongmi Lane, separated by a ditch, the wet and narrow lanes extend in the rows of bungalows to the place where the line of sight is not seen, the dim yellow and sparse street lamps are dotted in the darkness, and the slightest rain draws a trajectory under the terrible light, mixed with the wet and cold north wind blowing up the rainproof plastic sheeting on the roof, making a ghost-like sound tearing the soul makes the scalp tingle.

Compared with Zhongshan Road a hundred meters away, this is the dust forgotten by the world, in the distance, a man with a cane in the distance staggered from far and near, passed through the broken street lamp, stood in front of a wooden door at the entrance of the laneway, the cold north wind carried a few cold raindrops into the collar, the man shivered, and knocked lightly on the wooden door.

"The door is unlocked."

The hoarse and shrill sound seemed to be squeezed out of the crack in the door, like the tip of a knife cutting through the glass, piercing the man's eardrum little by little, and being torn apart by the rain in the night wind. The man who knocked on the door paused slightly, and his whole body stirred up a layer of goosebumps, deeply inhaled the clammy and cold air mixed with the smell of gutter corruption, and pushed the wooden door open.

Creak.

The sound of the wooden door, like the scream of a hound when its throat is choked, is far more penetrating than the sound coming from inside the house, startling the stray cats hiding from the rain under the eaves to leap away in the night.

The light in the room is like a bean, it is a red candle, the faint candle flame is swaying in the wind because the wooden door is opened, pulling a shadow with his back to the wooden door swinging left and right on the dim wall, and the figure with his back to the wooden door is slightly rude, because even if the person who knocked on the wooden door has entered the room, the figure still faces the candlelight and does not look back.

"It's Lao Sun, feel free to sit down."

The owner of the voice seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his chest, and even could feel the lobes of his lungs leaking like two rags, but the sound still could not penetrate the thin wooden door, and the old grandson on crutches could only listen to a rough idea, but the sharp grinding sound of the fangs that flashed between the other party's words still made his heart numb.

Lao Sun did not sit down according to his words, because there was no place to sit beside him, the dim room was only less than twenty square meters, on the right hand side of the door was an old-fashioned mahogany standing cabinet, the cabinet door opened to reveal some sundries and clothes, in front of the standing cabinet was a wooden bed, the quilts on it were stacked indiscriminately, exuding a heavy musty smell, and by the window was an old wooden table, and the owner of the sound was sitting at the wooden table, with his back to the wooden door.

"Every time I come, you can guess it's me."

"Hehe......"

There was a faint laugh from the bellows: "I'm here except for you...... No one came. ”

The person's expression froze, and the other party's simple words were like a sharp thorn choked in his heart, sixteen years, this thorn was pierced in Sun Haining's heart for sixteen years: "It's me who is sorry for you." ”

"You didn't feel sorry for me, I was sorry for you, you lost a leg, if you hadn't sacrificed your life to save me, I would have been burned to death."

The owner of the voice seemed to be a little excited, and turned slightly sideways, but still did not turn his head.

Sun Haining sighed and stepped forward slightly: "Heping, you better turn around and speak like this...... I'm not used to it. ”

"Turn around?" The figure who had been facing away from Lao Sun trembled on his shoulders: "You're not afraid?" ”

"Sixteen years, what else is there to be afraid of?"

The back thought for a moment and didn't speak, just turned around slightly, although Lao Sun was mentally prepared and even had seen this face a long time ago, I don't know how many times, but once again faced the uncontrollable rapid expansion of the pupils, the heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the muscles in the corners of the eyes beat wildly.

No matter who sees this face in front of him in the dim and cramped room, if this can still be called a face, it will not be much better than Lao Sun.

The man opposite had patches of bald spots on his head, as if his scalp had been torn off, revealing the pale skull under the skin. One of his eyes was gone, and there was only a hollow, like the abyss of hell. The nose appears to have been flattened by a sharp weapon, and only two black holes remain. The skin on his face had long since melted, revealing the dark red fascia underneath, the cheeks on the left cheek were only connected by a few fleshy tendons, revealing blood-colored gums, his lips seemed to be flattened by an iron, and he no longer had his original appearance, and his ears were missing only a little edge outline.

The man he called "peace" in Lao Sun's mouth was a faceless man!

Suppressing the urge to flee the door, Lao Sun pulled out a dry and somewhat frightened smile on his face: "I have found some clues again, and I want you to identify them." ”

……

At the beginning of the afternoon, Song Chuan and Qin Feifei were just off work after the fifth set of bloody battles, and the result of the battle was from Qin Feifei's chin held high and humming a small song, and it was still Lao Qi who won the final victory.

Half a month ago, Song Chuan applied for a single dormitory in the detachment, and in the drizzle, Song Chuan escorted Qin Feifei back, and the two of them held an umbrella together, and the fragrance on Qin Feifei's body repeatedly penetrated into Song Chuan's heart, like a cat's claw tickling.

Qin Feifei stretched her waist for a long time, and her thrilling curves naturally fell into Song Chuan's eyes: "Senior brother, I want to eat fritters tomorrow morning...... By the way, don't be as thick as the noon one, I can't stand it. ”

Sure enough, it was still Lao Tian's routine, Song Chuan glanced at the full moon that was trembling and trembling, faintly wavy with his footsteps: "I think you should go to the gym to exercise more, you can't see the surface of your feet now that you're fat, right?" ”

Well? Qin Feifei was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked down at the surface of her feet...... I really can't see it, no wonder I occasionally feel a little tightness in my chest recently, but it turns out that it is a little swollen again.

Qin Feifei's right arm supported her chest, her left hand supported her right hand, and she supported her chin: "Senior brother, senior sister, I have no power to restrain the chicken, and this kind of thing is not suitable for me to do this kind of thing." ”

Song Chuan glanced at Qin Feifei and Yingying's hands were very important, and she wanted to answer what kind of chicken is so difficult to bind, you Qin Da beauty can't handle it?

However, Song Chuan finally took a deep breath and gave up this tempting idea, he was mainly afraid that Qin Feifei would take advantage of his practice.

But Lao Tian obviously didn't want to let Song Chuan go like this, his eyes looked at Song Chuan unscrupulously, and his right hand stretched out into a claw: "Do you want to contribute to the junior brother and let the senior sister practice?" ”

Song Chuan suddenly felt a little chilly, and unconsciously clamped his legs, fortunately, both of them lived in the detachment's single dormitory, which was relatively close to the office building: "Senior sister, the dormitory has arrived, see you tomorrow!" ”

Looking at Song Chuan, who was fleeing from the wilderness, Qin Feifei's pretty face rose with a touch of redness and secretly spat: "Coward." ”