The Danchuan Police Station is in shambles.

Nanguo did not rush to Danchuan Hospital as soon as possible. As long as he didn't see Nan Lingyu's body for a moment, he still had hope, a hope to deceive himself.

So, he didn't want to face it.

He came to the police station and looked for Liu Qishan, and he asked for an explanation.

But when he actually came to the police station, he was stunned.

Time seemed to pause, everyone stood there stiffly, and when I saw a guard at the door of the police station with his mouth wide open, spitting stars all over the sky, but it seemed to freeze and hang in the air.

A document in the hand of one person over there was scattered, and the paper was erected, but it still did not fall.

At the water dispenser in the corner, a uniformed policeman was pouring water, and the policewoman on the left hand side waved her hands apart, as if to say who was not.

Everything froze.

Including the south cross.

His heart was filled with grief and indignation, but he was still shocked by what he saw.

But surprise often lasted only a moment, and he didn't have time to think about what was happening, because anger quickly squeezed surprise out of his emotions.

Everyone maintained this stiff posture, no one stopped him, let alone helped him, he could only look for it room by room and go to find Liu Qishan.

He didn't know when Liu Qishan's text message was sent, words were always more attractive than time, and when he saw that sentence, he couldn't read any other messages.

In a room at the end of the hallway, a strong fishy smell came from it, prompting him to go south, and this was where he was looking.

There was no hesitation, but he faltered, he was afraid.

I'm afraid to see Nan Lingyu lying in a pool of blood.

Even though Liu Qishan had already told him that Nan Lingyu was in the hospital.

Step by step, the door was close at hand, but he didn't have the courage to look inside.

There are many things in life that are difficult to face.

He didn't know, but he had been through enough.

Opening his eyes and staring, he seemed to see the blood gushing from the sky soaking him.

In the bright red, he finally saw the scene in the room.

That broad back, although he had only seen it twice, left a deep impression on him.

That's Liu Qishan, a corrupt police chief. South over recognized.

There was a pool of blood next to him, intestines, internal organs, heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys scattered all over the place.

Such a picture made Nan Guo feel relaxed and even happy.

This torn corpse was obviously not Nan Lingyu.

He wears cheap and tasteless clothes and has a disgusting black face.

Nan Guo seemed to have escaped, leaning against the door and panting. The smell of blood in the air was not good, and Nan Guojue felt inexplicably relieved.

The Dancheon police station was eerily quiet. Nan Guo could only hear his own heartbeat, plopping, and the frequency slowly dropped.

Thump.

Thump.

Plop plop plop!

Suddenly, an inexplicable throbbing struck, Nan Guo's heartbeat accelerated again, and his pupils contracted rapidly, as if there was a kind of despair, which invaded quickly and spread all over his body.

Like a wave rushing in the distance, the sound slowly surrounds.

The Danchuan Police Station, which was eerily quiet, suddenly had a voice.

Thump!

This time it wasn't the heartbeat, but the sound of Liu Qishan falling to the ground.

"To ......" the end note shouted out from Liu Qishan's mouth, but Nan Guo didn't understand what it meant.

Liu Qishan fell in a pool of blood, and jumped up quickly, his movements were light, and his momentum was so swift that he didn't match his body shape.

"Ning Bufan!" Liu Qishan shouted!

He looked furious.

He should also be angry.

Because someone tore people in half in front of him, the chief of police.

He was even more angry than watching others challenge his profession but not be able to do it.

It was once said that people's anger comes from their own incompetence.

Such a thing may happen, but it can't happen in front of Liu Qishan.

But when he wanted to look for the culprit, he only saw Nanguo, who was leaning against the door weakly and looking desolate.

Suddenly, all the anger was gone.

Because he saw despair in Nanguo's eyes.

Such desperation, he had seen it in Li Chengqian's eyes.

At this moment, it was as if he had gone back to thirty years ago, and he hated himself so much and hated his incompetence.

Suddenly, his nose was sore, and his eyes couldn't be opened.

He smiled, laughing sadly.

"After all these years, I thought I had changed. But now I realize that I am still the useless monk. ”

Nanguo could see that Liu Qishan was very sad. If it had been before, he would have been willing to talk to him and comfort him.

But now, he only cares about Nan Lingyu.

"Tell me. ”

Liu Qishan found a chair and sat down, picking up half a cup of unfinished coffee from the ground, no matter who drank it.

He was really tired.

"We caught a suspect yesterday who is from the same school as your sister......"

The course of the matter came slowly, and his professional habits made his language very strictly forbidden, and he only said what he saw, and as for those reasonings, he did not dare to say anything.

Nan Guo slowly squatted down against the door, listened and listened, and slowly buried his head in his knees.

Liu Qishan kept the secret for Ning Bufan, and did not say anything about his superpowers, because he couldn't explain it either. He just said that he brought Ning Bufan to identify the murderer, but he didn't control his emotions and tore the murderer apart on the spot.

Nan Guo stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, and from Liu Qishan's mouth, he knew the name of this person.

Chen Yanzhai.

But what good does he know?

The murderer is dead, and he can no longer avenge Lingyu.

"She's not dead......" Nan Guo whispered.

Liu Qishan didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"She's not dead! She's not dead! She's not dead!" Nan Guo suddenly yelled at Liu Qishan, "She's never hurt anyone! She's never done anything wrong! She doesn't deserve to die! Everyone deserves to die! She doesn't deserve to die!"

It seems to be a very familiar word, it seems that a few minutes ago, Liu Qishan had heard someone describe the girl like this.

He was also very unhappy in his heart, but when he saw Nanguo's scarlet eyes, as well as his flushed face, saliva, snot, and tears all poured out of his facial features, Liu Qishan could no longer say a word.

It's too much of a resemblance.

Thirty years ago, that day seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.

The thin scholar, the young man who has always been strategizing and has a lot of knowledge in his chest, also roared at himself with tears in his eyes.

He was ashamed of his heart back then, and now, he is not ashamed of his heart.

Li Chengqian that year seemed to be as big as the lost man in front of him.

The picture to the west poured into his eyes, and the two thin figures coincided, and Liu Qishan couldn't tell for a while, whether the person in front of him was from the south or Li Chengqian.

After the roar of the south, turn around and go.

"Where are you going!"

"Hospital!"

Liu Qishan did not stop him, he knew that no one could stop such a person except death. He didn't want him to die.

"Lao Li, ......" For some reason, looking at the back of Nanguo leaving, Liu Qishan, shouted out this name. He wanted to reach out and grasp the past, but time passed through his fingers.

After all, it's fate.