Zhang Ning looked at the plaque with a few big characters, People's Public Security University. Cars drove in the middle of the road, and she stood in the shade of a tree, squinting in the strong sunlight at the closed doorway.

It took a couple of hours by plane and a two-hour car ride to get here. You can only look outside, but you can't go in. She glanced at the photo in her hand and put it back in her bag. She waved to a taxi, and when the taxi stopped, she took her phone and went around to the back and patted the license plate number before opening the door and getting into the car.

"Where are you going?" The driver, a chubby middle-aged uncle, looked at Zhang Ning and asked with an accent that belonged to this place.

"Baihua City Police Vocational College." Zhang Ning opened the navigation on his mobile phone as he spoke, and the sound of navigation sounded in the car.

"Now this is the best, and there will be a position when you come out." The driver pointed ahead and said with a smile. Seeing Zhang Ning, who was sitting in the back, he didn't respond to himself, he shook his head and started to drive.

Zhang Ning, who had paid, got out of the car and looked at the words on the plaque next to the college. She walked over and stood at the entrance of the academy, picked up the old photograph and looked at it. The back of the photo reads, written crookedly, one day, you will call me Brother Xiao!

In that photo, three teenagers are shoulder-to-shoulder, and standing in the middle of them is a blonde girl who stands in the park and faces the camera with a smile. A young man with dark skin and a black mole on his left eyelid, his smile was not so bright, and there was a little sadness in his eyes.

At about the same age, Zhang Ning, who was almost sixteen years old, stood in the park where they had taken photos together, standing in front of the stone of Longyin Park with red letters written in large letters, not knowing what he was thinking.

Time flies, the people in the photo have changed, and the scenery is still familiar.

"Zhang Yicheng, Zhang Yicheng, don't go...... Walk...... So soon, wait for me ......" A girl with long curly blond hair and a burgundy dress stretched out a hand to grab the teenager.

"Zhang Yicheng, look at me writing your name, isn't it ugly, look at it, take a look, hahahaha......" The girl's voice became farther and farther away, and the laughter got closer and closer.

"If you want to be a policeman, then I will also be a policeman with you, I think you must be a good policeman in the future!"

"Oh...... I can't be a policeman, so I have to be the same as you, I study law and become a lawyer to uphold justice with you. Okay, you have to wait for me to come back! ”

Seeing the face of the blonde girl clearly, she was pursing her natural red lips at the moment, looking at him with red eyes, and spreading her hands to him.

He tried to walk over and hug her, but the darkness gradually overwhelmed him.

He came to his senses, opened his eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling, lifted his injured arm, which had been tied up, and sat up.

"How are you?" He rubbed the back of his head on both sides, his eyebrows tightly twisted together. In the dream, you must also stay awake, and you can't help but not call her name, and you can only say it silently in your heart at the moment.

"You're awake, lie down, you've got a fever now." Xia Shu, who was wearing a mask and gloves, walked in and said to Duan Changgeng.

"No wonder my head hurts so much." Duan Changgeng was helped by Xia Shu to lie down, looking at the back of his hand with a needle, and the potion dripped from the mouth of the bottle into his veins.

Natsuki glanced at the bullet casings on the plate, he nodded and said, "Have a good rest, you've worked hard." ”