Chapter 179 Reading aloud (5)

At that moment, Xiao Haiyang's whole body seemed to be split into three pieces, and the first one asked his ears in a stunned manner: "What is this old immortal talking about?"

The second flap was controlling his hands, trying to untie the metal ring around Fei Du's neck, but it was a pity that although Officer Xiao had the ability to remember, he was basically ignorant of machinery and small devices. What "has a bomb", even more helpless, I don't know where to start, and my whole body is numb with anxiety.

The rest of his mind was on his back, preparing to block the bullet that was about to break through his body in the next moment. Although he had not had a good life, he had never been pointed at by anyone, like a man lying under a guillotine. Death row, not yet executed, he has imagined his own death.

Because of the shackles, the death row inmates cannot move under the guillotine.

Xiao Haiyang couldn't tell what he was carrying, he was carrying a huge fear in confusion, and he couldn't figure out why he didn't avoid it.

However, he did not escape.

The gunshot behind him rang suddenly, Xiao Haiyang froze, and a thought slipped through his mind: "I'm going to die."

The feeling of "dying" was only a short moment. He didn't have time to look back on his short life, and he was not as sad and distant as described in literary works. Thousands of thoughts ebb and flow like cháo, the most abrupt one is: "How does this circle open?"

The next moment, Xiao Haiyang was pushed away by someone, and he fell to one side with such a spirited stiffness. Only then did he realize that the severe pain he imagined did not come, but that there was a hole in his pocket——

The moment Fan Siyuan opened fire, he was kicked by Luo Wenzhou, who rushed in. The bullet went off, wiped the corner of Xiao Haiyang's clothes and flew, and slammed into the broken screen phone that Lang Qiao left behind. Died, completely powerless. At the same time, the fragile bones of the terminally ill patient were unable to hold this foot, Fan Siyuan's arm snapped with a snap, and was handcuffed by Lang Qiao who was catching up.

Ever since Luo Wenzhou heard of Fei Du's disappearance, he had been in a state of high stress—he roughly unloaded the seven qíng six yù and threw it on the ground, his body ran a hundred and eight thousand miles away, kicking Fan Siyuan away. He knelt on the ground and didn't look at Fei Du at all. He shielded what he heard, what he saw... everything from his consciousness, all his energy was narrowed down to a thin line, and he quickly swept across it. The structure of the metal ring systematically touched the back of Fei Du's neck.

At the same time, he could orderly order: "Call the bomb disposal experts here."

With a "click", the metal ring opened.

The rapidly rushing air swept through Fei Du's injured throat like a gust of wind, disturbing his slack consciousness. The violent cough made him convulse. The fatal grip finally came out of his hand, and Luo Wenzhou hugged him. Until then, the blood-stained trouser legs and the scars on Fei Du's body pierced into his eyes like needles, and all the voices, anger, anxiety and fear that had been blocked by him just now became open doors. The flood slammed him into it.

Luo Wenzhou's whole body softened, and he could hardly hold Fei Du.

The colleague who was just behind him rushed over.

"Captain Luo, put people down!"

"Flat! Flatten and let him breathe!"

"Slow down... come and help!"

Luo Wenzhou wiped the blood on Fei Du's body on his hand, vaguely realizing that the emergency personnel rushed in regardless of how the scene was cleaned up, and followed the instructions of the emergency personnel blankly.

Fei Du seemed to be a bonsai that had never been broken by the wind and frost.

It's not difficult for him to support him, and there are only two things he doesn't eat on a daily basis - this and that. Sweet Talk is an international level, and has the professional doctoral supervisor qualification of "seeking pleasure".

He is like Liuli, flawless and fragile.

"Strangling the other party is a long-running and enjoyable way of killing."

"Can you...give me another chance to pretend to see my mother?"

"It wasn't her death that trapped me."

"There are thousands of tall buildings in the world, why did she only choose this place?"

"I have no... trauma."

In the cold and wet basement, there are boundless secret memories. He coughs involuntarily every time he mentions it, the song that loops forever...

All the signs were woven together by Fan Siyuan's words, and the unimaginable dark truth rushed over unexpectedly, hollowing out Luo Wenzhou's chest in an instant.

He remembered that summer, the boy who was backed by a lonely villa and seemed unable to integrate into the world, and the clear, paranoid eyes that seemed to hide countless secrets.

He was very unable to tear apart time and space, and strode into seven years ago, picked up the silent child, held up his never-showed scars with both hands, and said to him, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"I'm late……"

It wasn't until he got into the ambulance that Fei Du seemed to have a little consciousness. His eyes that were hard to focus stayed on Luo Wenzhou's face for a long time. He probably recognized him and showed a smile.

Luo Wenzhou struggled to understand his silent lips.

He said, "No more... the monsters have been cleaned up, I'm the last one, can you keep me in your house?"

Three generations of people started with dirty money and hope, and the continued hatred continued to ferment and expand... So far, the dust has finally settled.

Luo Wenzhou couldn't bear it any longer.

The person surnamed Fei may really be born to be mad, and with only one breath left, he can also piece together the biggest torture in his life to torture him.

"Hey, glasses, are you alright?" Lang Qiao wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, stretched out his hand to pull Xiao Haiyang, her coat had long since disappeared, and the rather fashionable knitted sweater had undergone some unexpected changes and turned into a A more "fashionable" beggar outfit, if you wash your face, this maverick look can probably take a few curious street shots at fashion week.

Xiao Haiyang woke up like a dream, and when he saw Lang Qiao, he suddenly remembered something, reached out and touched his pocket: "Sister Qiao, your phone..."

Xiao Haiyang said, suddenly stunned, reached out and touched himself all over.

Lang Qiao: "The phone is fine, what are you looking for?"

"I lost my work permit just now." Xiao Haiyang murmured, and pulled his fingers out of his pockets with black holes, frowning and looking around.

"I'll let them find you later," Lang Qiao dragged his arm to let the bomb disposal experts, "It's not safe here, get out first."

"Oh...hey, I saw it!" Xiao Haiyang's work permit and guns flew out together and landed not far away, just at the feet of Fan Siyuan, who was being held up by two policemen, his wallet dropped. When it fell apart, there was a photo of Gu Zhao in the work card of the small glasses.

Xiao Haiyang didn't like the black and white portrait of Gu Zhao. He took a group photo with him. Gu Zhao took him out to play when he was off work and took it in the park. The man above looked younger and more relaxed, pressed the little boy's head, held a cotton candy in his hand, and smiled awkwardly at the camera, which was not the same as the one in the portrait.

Fan Siyuan didn't know why, but kept staring at the photo, and felt that the man on it was very familiar. When he was dragged away by the police, his eyes were still glued to it.

Xiao Haiyang took a step forward to pick it up, blocked Fan Siyuan's sight a little distressedly, and wiped off the soil on it.

"Whose photo did you take?" Lang Qiao asked casually while urging him to walk away.

Xiao Haiyang: "Uncle Gu."

"Ah," said the young policewoman with a clear voice, "is that Officer Gu Zhao? Do you really know him? Hey, let me take a look..."

Fan Siyuan was shocked. If he was struck by lightning, he turned around and struggled to rush in the direction of Xiao Haiyang: "Wait!"

The criminal policeman who was holding him thought he was going to do something wrong, so he held him tightly and scolded: "What the hell! Be honest!"

"Wait...wait! Show me! Come back! Give me a look at him..."

But Xiao Haiyang glanced back at him coldly and didn't stop.

Fan Siyuan was escorted away by the police without his feet touching the ground, his neck twisted in an unbelievable arc, and he was still turning his head reluctantly.

Fourteen years later, Gu Zhao has lived in his heart as the portrait, and it will always be the same watch. If there is a little difference, he will not recognize it.

The leaves of the sycamore trees in Duke Yan's Dali, the shy and gentle young people riding bicycles... have all vanished into ashes, and the traces have disappeared. Only now did he realize that he had forgotten about Gu Zhao and the way he smiled.

For more than ten years, there was only one Zhang chūnling and one Zhang chūnjiu left in his heart.

The chūnlai group left a deep imprint on him, and together with himself, made him what he is today.

Zhang chūnling watched as Fei Du was carried away. Immediately, the police who handcuffed him searched his body and found the phone from his pocket. The moment he took it out, a message just lit up the screen. The content of the message goes beyond the lock screen: "Time is up, the game is over [image]".

I couldn't see the pictures when the screen was locked. Zhang chūnling was anxious, so he voluntarily reported a string of passwords: "This is the password for the lock screen, let me take a look at him, let me see him!"

The criminal policeman who arrested him put an evidence bag on the mobile phone, and through the transparent bag, he mercifully unlocked Zhang Chunling's mobile phone and sent him the picture. The numbers on the countdown board all returned to zero, Zhang Donglai fell to one side with his eyes closed, his white shirt stained red with blood, and he remained motionless.

"no no"

"No no no, stop pouring it, it's sticky!" At this moment, Zhang Donglai, who was on the other side of the ocean, suddenly jumped up, with a rope tied to his body, "You also need money to buy red wine! Besides, you can't take me for a second. People play!"

A circle of girls laughed and laughed, and one of the young girls with a melon face shook his mobile phone: "I lost, I lost! Brother Zhang, the person who received your message ignored you, or you are a human being. It was a failure, or it was revealed to others, anyway, you lost, you can't be fooled!"

Zhang Donglai smiled and asked the girl to untie the rope for him, and shook the drink on his head at will - he was playing a boring "truth or dare" with the girls, and when it was his turn, he chose "big adventure", everyone asked He pretended to be kidnapped and sent the photo to a relative and friend to see how he reacted.

Zhang Donglai was drunk and drunk by the chattering pretty girls. He didn't even think about what was wrong with the game, so he happily agreed, and he was treated badly: "Don't make trouble, show me who it is. That's not enough..."

His voice stopped abruptly, he saw the person he was chatting with, and immediately jumped three feet high: "Damn it, sister! You really belong to you, do you know who you sent the message to? This is my dad!"

The girl who took the picture with his mobile phone tilted her head innocently: "The note you gave to your dad was 'big guy'?"

"Old man," Zhang Donglai hiccupped and tugged at his neck soaked in red wine, "it's serious at home, I've never seen him laugh. My sister and I were two meters away from him. It was like reporting for work. I remember that Zhang Ting secretly wore a floral skirt under her school uniform when she was a child. The school teacher didn't say anything to her, but the old man saw it, oh my Go, just because of this shit, my second uncle didn't dare to persuade me to get angry, so that Zhang Ting no longer dared to be smug, a teenage girl, disheartened all day long... But when we grow up, it is I kissed him a lot, maybe the old man is getting old."

When he said this, he was stunned for a while, because he found that the girl who was playing crazy and pouring wine on him just now had a strange look, and there was a little pity in the eyes that were covered with heavy makeup and beauty contact lenses. , the flower-like smile was reluctant to qiáng. Zhang Donglai: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I remember the tragic school uniform I had when I was a child," the girl packed up her watch in the blink of an eye, "It's not over yet, don't change the subject, go open a drink!"

Zhang Donglai was sweetly tortured by a large group of girls, not knowing whether to cry or laugh: "Forgive me!"

Zhou Huaijin glanced down at the men and women around the pool, and walked out quietly.

The sunset had already started to sink. He heard Lu Jia not far away who was calling. Lu Jia's face was always tense. He asked "Are you sure you're all right?" to the other end of the phone. , and then his voice softened, and Zhou Huaijin vaguely heard him say, "We'll go back in two days, don't worry."

Go back - Zhou Huaijin thought in a trance, where are you going?

He is not familiar with the country, and the Zhou family's old house is not his home. The only relatives have been separated from Wangchuan.

Where can go back?

After a while, Lu Jia came to him unknowingly, got two ice creams out of nowhere, and handed one to Zhou Huaijin-according to Lu Jia, foreign devils are not sensitive to taste, and ice creams are better than domestic ones. Sweet, just right for his appetite, he must eat enough before going back.

Zhou Huaijin hadn't studied the regional issue of ice cream flavors, so he took a sip from Xiao Hanfeng and shivered. Two middle-aged men were sitting side by side on the cold stone steps in the hotel's backyard. Lu Jia said, "Everyone caught them."

Zhou Huaijin turned his head away.

"The head of the chūn group—the gang who chased and killed you before—and the lunatic who killed your brother, have all been caught." Lu Jia paused, and roughly sorted out the ins and outs for him.

The absurd grievances and grievances of the wealthy, the dangerous Zheng Kaifeng, the Dong family father and daughter who were taken advantage of... and Zhou Huaixin, who was placed in the coffin instead of him.

The ins and outs are very complicated. After all, it is a deep hatred that has lasted for forty or fifty years. Their brothers are just a corner swept away by the bào wind of hatred, and they play an insignificant role in the story.

Dragon sets are not considered, probably only worthy of being called "props".

Zhou Huaijin nodded, and slowly took a bite of the ice cream that Lu Jia gave him, feeling that his taste might be frozen, and he didn't taste the ups and downs. He froze for a while with the cream on the corner of his mouth, then suddenly lowered his head slowly, buried his face deep in the middle of his knees, and burst into tears.

The setting sun buried himself on this day with his cry. It should be dawn on Yancheng's New Year's Eve. The sporadic whipping sound gradually sounded. The overtime detectives washed their faces in a hurry and held a short meeting like a battle. Get busy each. Wei Lan, who surrendered herself in the interrogation room, wore the residual makeup of the night on her face, put her hands on her temples, and reached out to ask the police for a cigarette.

"My original name was Wei Lan. I killed people and then absconded. They took me in and gave me a fake identity."

"Well... OK, I can testify."

"Regret?" Wei Lan paused, bowed her head and smiled, flicked the ashtray, and someone nearby put up a red earthen stick when she woke up early in the morning, which blew up the cars on the roadside, and even the interrogation room could hear it faintly.Wei Lan listened for a moment, and she was a little ecstatic, and murmured nonchalantly, "It's the Chinese New Year, isn't it?"