In a position invisible to the brothers, the old policeman stood there and did not move.

Looking at the three young souls, reluctant to go, reluctant to move, wanting to take one more look, one more look.

But if you think about it, you have to go.

He couldn't handle it, and if they knew he could see it, would they come?

He was afraid that they would not come.

People who have been talking about it for half their lives......

"It's still a good thing!"

"The quality of these handcuffs is good, but he didn't mean it, why did we burn one down."

"Hey, in the past, the four of us, you were handcuffed, we were responsible for the charge, and you were responsible for the overhaul, no problem."

Every word is all about the past.

Head on pillow, lying on his side, a pillow of tears.

The sound of squirming in the living room continued until the second half of the night, and the whole room was completely quiet as the empty cans at the screen curtain on the balcony of the living room were driven by the screen curtain and made a clicking sound.

The only thing that is quiet is the sound of your own breathing.

Let's go.

Let's go.

The old policeman sat up slowly, wiped his blurry eyes, rubbed the water on the back of his hand on his short sleeves, and walked out of the bedroom.

The barbecue on the coffee table was still there, and it was already cold.

He sat down where they had just been sitting, with tears in his eyes, biting his lip, bending over, reaching out, and picking up a bunch at random.

The elbows were propped up at the knees, and the four fingers were pressed together to wipe away the tears in the eyes, but they rubbed back and forth twice, and the emotions that had been tense for half the night completely collapsed.

"Ah!!h

A howl erupted.

With his head resting on the back of the sofa, looking at the roof in nothingness, crying, crying, sobbing, crying, all of them are the past accumulated over the years.

……

"Damn, they found out."

"I'll delay a bit, you guys go quickly."

"Delay a fart, let's go together, how ruthless these people are, don't you have a B number in your heart!"

"You can't leave without delay, go, this is an order, give it to Lao Tzu!"

……

"Xiao Wu, run!"

"Run! Don't look back! ”

……

"Don't be afraid, get out alive, you can do it, be obedient."

……

Rumble!

That year, he was the only one of the four to come out alive.

Obviously, when he sat down, he was crying there by leaning on the back of the sofa, but when his consciousness cleared up again and returned to reality, the reality after twenty-three years was already in the morning light.

The years here are quiet, and even a ray of sunlight shines through the gauze curtain, shining thinly on the ground.

He curled up in a ball, hugged himself tightly, and cowered in the corner of the couch.

I cried all night, my eyes were red and swollen, I looked like a fool!

There are still cases to be done today, withdraw yourself from your emotions, let yourself calm and composed, he got up slowly, wanted to flush his face, and when he was about to sit up, he saw the stainless steel basin next to him.

He remembers it clearly.

Last night, he burned a red string.

The red rope turned into handcuffs.

He remembered vividly that his brothers had been sitting here laughing and laughing last night.

But now—

In the stainless steel basin is a complete red rope.

There wasn't even the slightest trace of burning.

The old policeman's face, which had calmed down, was instantly flustered.

Bending down, he took the red rope out of the stainless steel basin and held it in his hand.

A pair of hands that have long been calloused with guns all year round, pinching the red rope, and the hands can't help shaking.

He yesterday—

Is it a dream or is it real!

Rapid breathing suddenly rose, and the thought lingered in his mind for less than a second.

He's not an indecisive person.

simply got up, put the red rope in his pocket, didn't wash his face, and went out directly.

Funeral parlors.

Jiang Ningning yawned and opened the door.

At a glance, the old policeman who saw that his eyes were red and swollen and tear-stained outside and had not even dried out, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly opened the door, "My God, why are you here so early?" ”

The old policeman entered.

Wandering around the store, I ended up sitting on a willow barstool across the counter.

When Jiang Ningning followed, he took out the red rope in his pocket.

Jiang Ningning glanced at the red rope and smiled, "Yesterday, burned?" ”

The old policeman was about to ask, but before he could speak, he frowned when he heard Jiang Ningning's words, "It's burned, but I burned it yesterday, and it became a pair of handcuffs, but this morning, why does it still look intact?" I ......"

He wanted to ask if I burned it or not.

But this is clearly redundant.

Jiang Ningning picked up the red rope and put it on his wrist.

"This is my own usual use, and I don't usually give it to others, you ......"

After a pause, Jiang Ningning tied the red rope and raised his eyes to look at the old policeman.

"Because you burned it, it was handcuffs that burned out, and others burned it, not necessarily anything."

This is a mystery.

But this thing is inherently mysterious.

Knowing that he was indeed burned, and yesterday was not a dream, the old policeman's most worried thing was even if it was stopped.

He was silent for a moment and asked, "Will I still be able to see them in the future?" See, can you speak? ”

Jiang Ningning raised his eyebrows, "I saw it yesterday, didn't you speak?" ”

Veteran policeman: ......

"I didn't dare say it."

Jiang Ningning was dumbfounded, "Are the police still afraid of ghosts?" ”

Veteran policeman: ......

I'm going to be a ghost scared of the uncle!

"I'm afraid to scare them."

As soon as these words came out.

Jiang Ningning: ......

Veteran policeman: ......

It seems to be something weird.

Clearing his throat, the old policeman's stiff face couldn't hold back, and he smiled a little, "So, it's a chat, right?" ”

Jiang Ningning waved his hand, "Huh! I don't know, there are no ghosts in the world anyway. ”

Veteran policeman: ......

Jiang Ningning winked at him and smiled: "There are no ghosts, some are just species of different professions." ”

Species of different occupations?

You're a big fool!

However, when he came out of the funeral parlor, the morning sun shone on his face, and the old policeman's face that had cried all night was still smiling.

His heart, which had been calm or numb for twenty-three years, was filled with anticipation.

I look forward to meeting those species next time.

Not drunk.

I hadn't taken two steps when my phone rang.

"Chief, where are you?"

Over there, the vice-captain's urgent voice came from the noisy background.

"What's wrong? I'm here on Aimin Road, and I'm about to go back to the bureau. ”

"Don't don't, don't go back to the bureau, we're about to go to the scene, you go over directly, the construction team we've been staring at for more than 20 days has an accident!"

In this construction team, there is a migrant worker pretending to be Ma Tsai.

In order to fish, they kept staring at the horse boy and did not catch it, and it was almost time to close the net.

As soon as he heard this, the old policeman quickly got into the car, stepped on the accelerator and went out, while asking, "What's wrong?" ”

"The boy is gone! In the construction team, there are no dead bodies or alive, and the brothers who are watching over there have all passed, and the key is ...... The construction team said that it was haunted last night! ”

Old policeman: @#¥%......

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