Chapter 19 Julien

After listening to these amazing words, the sober people in the circle all stared at the team stunned.

No one in the huáng team paid any attention, and looked down anxiously and walked around the room a few times.

At this time, someone whispered: "That's the city bureau..."

These people neglect their duties, bend the law for personal gain, cover up crimes, and extract stolen money from them. Of course, they have no money in their hands, but it is one thing to shut up with money, and it is another thing to kill someone by yourself. I didn't even mix in any specific affairs, just turn a blind eye and wait for the hush money. Usually, I should go to work, and I should receive a salary. At best, I have more gray income. , No one considers themselves to be vicious people - not to mention that they are deeply influenced by Wang Hongliang's three views, they also agree that it is enough to kill a few wild jīs and hooligans, and start with their peers? That's too much.

A pair of ròu eyes are born under the forehead. When looking up or looking up, you often feel that you are seeing a person.

When looking down, I often feel that what I see are animals and livestock - those who are powerless, drifting, struggling to survive, old, weak, sick, and disabled, most of them belong to this category.

When people look at animals, they think that they also know how to eat and drink, but that's all, so they die when they die. After all, the idiom only says "people's lives depend on the sky", and other lives are not in the way of God.

The death of one Chen Zhen was an accidental mistake, and the death of one Luo Wenzhou was a major event—everyone had this mentality to a greater or lesser extent, but Captain Huáng, who had the guts of a bear and a leopard, was actually a person.

"Team huáng, this is not good, this is really not good." Another person opened his mouth and said, "If you want me to say, whoever dies will die, we will dispose of the corpse, and Luo Wenzhou will not see anyone alive or dead without a corpse, he will still How can it be?"

"How is it? He knows that the kid disappeared here." Huáng team's teeth were clenched tightly, and the words he said seemed to burst out of his teeth. "Today he came back without success, what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? You don't do anything else every day, come here 24 hours a day and wait for him? Can you guarantee that the people in this place are strict? Business is business, and now it's killing people, don't say it's him, today's incident, Even if you tell the Wang Bureau, the Wang Bureau may not be willing to protect you!"

The man opened his mouth slowly: "This... is all my own..."

"What you are afraid of is your own people! On the night of the 20th, why did a dead person appear in 'that place' for no reason? You were all there at the time, who saw it? Coincidentally, throw the corpse there? It's like... just like you deliberately 'marked' us!" The huáng team shuddered when he said so vividly, and he swallowed hard, "And that kid just now, Out of nowhere to inquire about 'that place', who will tell me, how did he know? If it hadn't happened to be overheard by surveillance cameras, or if I hadn't happened to be there, tomorrow the handcuffs in your pockets would still be on whose hands! When and how did a kid who runs a black taxi join the criminal investigation team of the market bureau, ah? Do you know? I don't know, you fucking know shit!"

I don't know who stopped the music in the house, those who had been on drugs were still confused, and those who were sober were silent.

"There must be a connection between '520' and today's incident, and there must be an inner ghost among us." Team Huáng stared at the surveillance screen, took a deep breath, and said word by word, "I wanted to hold the surname Chen. Boy, give him some 'sweetness', what can I get out of him... Forget it, at this stage, I have to be simple and rough, just say, dare you?"

No one answered at first.

The huáng team sighed heavily: "Okay, you bastards, do what you like, go out and surrender now, go, maybe you can get a light sentence."

At this time, the one who had just been splashed with wine said, "I shot the needle on that kid."

The huáng team turned around and squinted at him.

"I, I... I gān!"

"You hit the needle. Who were the ones who fought with that kid at the time? When he ran out in a hurry and hid beside him with a stick, who made him dizzy?" His eyes swept across a group of people, "Who is the one who tied the person? Who is the one who guards the door... Oh, speaking of the door guard, I have to ask, Xiao Song said that he only hit a little, how did the person die? huh?"

Several people bowed their heads one by one and remained silent.

"You can leave if you think you have nothing to do with it," Huáng team smiled slightly, "Just keep your mouth shut after you go out."

Everyone has long mouths, and those who have long mouths are potential inner ghosts as long as they go out of this door.

No one wants to admit that they are "inner ghosts" in front of such ruthless people.

Finally, no one said a word.

"Be careful when you do it." Team Huáng said without expression, "Team Luo unfortunately ran into a crazy drug addict and died while investigating the '520' murder case in the Western District."

Luo Wenzhou glanced at his watch. It had been more than 20 minutes since he had called for foreign aid. The heavy soundproofing material could not stop the music from the demolition of the house next door. He was sitting opposite a girl who did not have a decent job. The table cost him half a month's salary for drinks.

I don't know if the air conditioner in the room was too cold, and a small wind swept across his neck from somewhere. Luo Wenzhou suddenly had a bad premonition for no reason, so he picked up the heavy ashtray on the table in his hand. After taking a closer look, he said to Wu Xuechūn, "I think you're not too old, you can't do anything, do you want to change your career?"

Wu Xuechūn shook her head, didn't say anything, she just lifted up the long sleeves of her dress to show him, there were a few pinholes on her thin arms, and there were bruises caused by her improper technique. She was very white, and the bruises got worse. Shocking and overwhelming.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

In this kind of situation, it seemed that he should say a few words of comfort and encouragement like a big brother. That would be more in line with social etiquette, but some situations were cruel and abnormal. If he had been in another place, Luo Wenzhou would not have been able to be smarter than others. It's like saying "drink more water" to a terminally ill patient. It's too much to stand and talk without back pain.

He was speechless, so he had to shut up.

At this moment, the next door's "Demolition of Heavy Metal" happened to be playing between the two songs, and after a brief pause, Luo Wenzhou's ears that regained consciousness suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Before he had time to think, he had already reacted subconsciously, and blurted out to ask Wu Xuechūn, "Where is Chen Zhen?"

Wu Xuechūn was dumbfounded by his sudden question, and blurted out: "In the storage room on the west side of the second floor."

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Wenzhou was dragged up by Luo Wenzhou with one hand, and Luo Wenzhou shoved her towards the window abruptly: "Run."

Wu Xuechūn took a few steps back and was stabbed by her high heels. Until then, she was still a little stunned, hesitantly supported the wall and stood firm, she said, "I..."

She had planned to say, "I'm fine, I'm theirs, they won't do anything to me," but before the long sentence started, Luo Wenzhou couldn't help but interrupt: "Let you run and take off your shoes. Now, stop talking nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the private room was kicked open, and a few young people with red and green flowers broke in without a word, bringing a strong smell of alcohol and a special smell. Moved.

Luo Wenzhou returned his hand and picked up the luxurious ashtray from the table. At the same time, the corners of his eyes flickered. He stretched out his hand to block the ashtray forward. The metal swiped through the glass with a "bass" sound, and a watermelon knife stabbed right into it. The bottom of the ashtray then slipped out.

Luo Wenzhou slammed the ashtray down, slammed it hard on the man's wrist, pressed his arm back, and raised his knees against the knife-wielding man's lower abdomen.

The man with the knife was almost beaten out of his bile, and the watermelon knife suddenly let go. Luo Wenzhou snatched the knife away, slammed his hair against the wall next to him, and avoided another thug who rushed over. He picked up a bottle from the table, and he didn't know if it was a real or fake Remy Martin. The round bottle like a big pancake patted the other party's forehead.

These thugs were all hooligans who had come from nowhere. All of them looked like living ghosts. They looked like they were poisoned. Luo Wenzhou was experienced in street fights. He was young and strong. He exercised regularly. Eggs, so the strength disparity cleaned up these gang of addicts.

He glanced back and found that Wu Xuechūn listened after being yelled at by him. He took off his shoes and ran from the window, so he took a deep breath and rushed to the storage room on the second floor—why is it calm? After so long, he suddenly made trouble with him?

At this moment, he couldn't think about it anymore, and he jumped up to the second floor in a few steps. A strong unease filled his mind. A thought for no reason suddenly passed through his chest. He thought: Did something happen to Chen Zhen?

The little hooligans who had been turned over by him in the back were calling their friends and chasing after him. A waiter who delivered drinks screamed in fright and pressed against the wall. Luo Wenzhou pushed him away and saw the sign of the storage room. : A mottled sign that says "Stop for non-employees".

Luo Wenzhou stepped back half a step and kicked the door with a flying kick. The wooden door shook so much that his calf hurt. He immediately changed his leg and kicked it hard again. This time, his calf passed through the door, and he kicked the door. Got a hole.

Luo Wenzhou slammed the door open and saw a motionless man lying inside: "Chen Zhen!"

He wanted to step up to check, but his legs were a little numb, which stopped him for a moment. And in this moment, his brain, which had been overheated by the fight just now, slowly cooled down with his calm breathing, and Luo Wenzhou suddenly reacted—no, he asked Wu Xuechūn where Chen Zhen was being imprisoned so bluntly. , there must be someone watching behind the surveillance, why didn't they transfer Chen Zhen away?

This thought flashed by, and Luo Wenzhou stepped back without thinking. At the same time, the man who was lying on the ground jumped up without warning and stabbed the side of Luo Wenzhou's neck with a knife. Luo Wenzhou was in a state of full alertness. Next, put up the watermelon knife that was snatched up, don't open the man's wrist, grab the man's shoulder, and hit him against the shelf on one side.

The other party was also extremely experienced. He shrank his shoulders to relieve the force of the impact. With the rebound of the impact, he punched Luo Wenzhou in the ribs. Luo Wenzhou didn't come up in one breath, the knife almost let go, and he leaned sideways to dodge the opponent's grasp.

The man fell to his knees with a scream, and Luo Wenzhou finally saw who was carrying in his hand by the dim light at the door. He didn't know the person's last name, but he had seen him saddled beside Wang Hongliang.

Luo Wenzhou tugged at his hair and forced him to raise his head; "Where is Chen Zhen?"

The one who was kicked and kneeled by him—it was the huáng team, stared at Luo Wenzhou with dangling eyes. He didn’t feel any repentance. Instead, he smiled softly: “We’ll be waiting for you in the front.”

Luo Wenzhou understood the meaning of the words, his pupils shrank suddenly, and at the same time, the wind sounded behind him, Luo Wenzhou instinctively turned to his side, raised his arms to cover his face, only to hear a crisp sound, a bottle of wine and Luo Wenzhou His left arm was almost damaged, and the people behind him who were waiting for the sneak attack swarmed up, some with knives, wine bottles, and iron locks with sticks, and greeted him head-to-head.

Luo Wenzhou dodged awkwardly from left to right, and soon his body was covered in paint.

Before leaving, he actually applied for a gun, but he didn't dare to take it out before his life was on the linebecause he was not sure that Wang Hongliang and these bastards would honestly abide by the "five prohibitions". If they are defenseless, they can solve it with cold weapons. They don't want to make a big noise in the downtown area, so they are willing to accompany him.

He was alone, and it was better to use a gun than to use a gun. Moreover, there was a busy city not far from the Hongfu Grand View, and if there was an accidental accident in the chaos, the problem would be serious.

At this moment, a sharp siren sounded suddenly, and a group of people froze at the same time. Only Luo Wenzhou reacted very quickly, raised his hand and pressed the face of a dog in the way, and slid down the cartilage on his nose. A blow came up, and then quickly flashed a knife and a kick, and jumped into the corridor in two steps. He knew that the siren must be fake, and the road in the West District was not easy to walk. In less than half an hour, he called for support. Can't come that fast.

Luo Wenzhou didn't take the stairs, fearing that there might be an ambush, he rushed into the bathroom at the corner, opened the window and jumped down.

At this time, he was slashed on the back, not to mention the large and small cuts and bruises. He couldn't lift his left forearm a bit. I don't know if it was broken. He was still thinking about it two hours ago. The murderer of the "520" case would bite Zhang Donglai's hook and "feed the cat" leisurely in the cafeteria, but two hours later, he would end up in an action movie.

The situation in life is as impermanent as Luo Yiguo.

Suddenly, someone behind him called him: "Brother, this way!"

When Luo Wenzhou turned his head, he saw Wu Xuechūn, who was barefooted, beckoning desperately to him. Luo Wenzhou's scalp exploded: "Didn't I tell you to run away, why are you still here?"

"I threw that alarm just now," Wu Xuechūn said. "You're not familiar with it. I'll take you out. Did you find Chen Zhen?"

Before Luo Wenzhou could answer, the pursuers had already arrived: "There, catch him!"

Luo Wenzhou pulled Wu Xuechūn up, and with her incoherent guidance, came to a low wall behind the Hongfu Grand View. Fortunately, Wu Xuechūn was slender, and Luo Wenzhou lifted her up with both hands and supported her. The low wall, and then he turned over quickly.

When he landed, the dull numbness of the left arm he used to move unceremoniously turned into a piercing pain. Luo Wenzhou frowned and let out a soft hissing. The shirt is simply cool.

Wu Xuechūn saw his blood-stained risk clearly through the street lamp, and was so frightened that he almost screamed.

Luo Wenzhou: "Where are you going?"

Wu Xuechūn pointed him in a direction tremblingly, and the next moment he was dragged up by the man and ran wild.

"It's okay," Luo Wenzhou comforted her casually, "I'm not out of shape."

Wu Xuechūn: "..."

The two of them crossed a few paths, and after turning around, they actually saw the main road. Only then did Luo Wenzhou let go of his tense heart, and said to Wu Xuechūn, who was out of breath, "You go back to the bureau with me first, and then …”

His voice stopped abruptly.

I saw that on both sides of the road, the bustling stalls flashed a distance of eight feet, pedestrians even dodged, and several motorcycles with "sudden" noises were blocked at the intersection, and they had been waiting for him for a long time.

Luo Wenzhou glanced at his watch from the corner of his eye—counting the time, after a while, the foreign aid should almost arrive.

So he hid Wu Xuechūn behind him, and smiled glibly at the motorcycle headed by him: "Dude, have you misunderstood me a bit, let's talk?"

Who knew that the man in the lead didn't have the problem of "the villain died of too much talk". He looked coldly from his helmet and fixed on Luo Wenzhou. Then he twisted the accelerator suddenly, and the motorcycle jumped straight into place. Hit them.

Luo Wenzhou had no choice but to grab the pistol in his pocket.

Just when he hadn't taken out the gun, suddenly, a car engine sound that was more arrogant than the "sudden" sound of a motorcycle roared.

The motorcycles did not expect that there would still be a brain-dead racing maniac in this place, and they hurriedly dodged subconsciously, and they were rushed to pieces in an instant. It rubbed against the rear wheel of the moving motorcycle, and the motorcycle flew out of the air together with the person.

The half-down window revealed a profile of a face that was blocked by long hair. The visitor did not look directly at Luo Wenzhou, but simply said, "Get in the car."

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The next chapter, the combination of blood gourd and halo blood =w=