Chapter 153

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The old and cracked door of the Tsuchiya was pushed open, and a small boy with a slender stature and withered yellow hair looked at the most five or six years old. Holding a plastic basin of water that was extremely disproportionate to his height, he staggered across the threshold.

At noon in midsummer, all the people in the village went to work in the fields, and only the sound of cicadas could be heard on the quiet dirt road. The scorching sun pierced through the dense redwood trees, and the front yard was sprinkled with beauty, and the full pot of water splashed with the little boy's staggering pace, reflecting the swaying golden light.

Finally, he stopped, bent down and put the water basin on the ground with difficulty, picked up the towel with a pair of rough and dry hands, raised his head and shouted timidly, "Dad."

On the broken bamboo chair lies a humanoid-like object.

This can only be said to be similar to a human form. His whole body was so thin that it was deformed, and yellow pus was flowing. The ulceration caused by the injection spread to his limbs, exuding an indescribable smell; No one who came could connect the monster in front of him with people.

"Dad," the little boy called again, raising his voice.

The man didn't respond.

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then wringed out the towel.

He has done it very skillfully, wiping the towel from the man's neck, carefully dipping it in the most festering area near the veins of the arm, washing and wringing the yellowed towel in the basin; he diligently repeats the above steps , just like this little by little, he barely wiped all the places on his body that could be wiped, until the full basin of water had become turbid, the men remained strangely quiet and docile, and did not make the usual painful moans, even if it was only a trace. .

The little boy didn't understand, he was too young.

He was only happy that he didn't get beaten today, then with difficulty he picked up the water basin and slipped back to the house as quickly as possible.

In the evening, people who went down to the ground came back to the village one after another, and smoke from the cooking rose from the roofs of every household. The wooden door opened again, and the little boy held a gaping bowl, filled with clear porridge and dirty pickles that had been marinated for a long time, rubbed against the man who had not moved all afternoon, cautiously Said: "Dad."

His dad didn't respond.

"……dad!"

The man remained motionless, his stiff face glowing with gray.

The fear that came from nowhere suddenly seized the little boy's childish heart: "Dad, it's time to eat!...Aba! Aba!"

The bowl overturned with a clatter, and the porridge flowed to the ground, drowning the ants under the tree.

"Wake up, Dad!" The little boy jumped up and shook the man frantically, even though the body had given off another rancid smell that was different from usual. Hearing the sound, the neighbors pushed the door and probed, and whispering voices rang out from all around. The little boy screamed in horror: "Dad! Wake up and watch me! Abba! Please, Abba!!"

"Please!! Please - Dad!!"

The screams cut through the village and gradually turned into howls, echoing under the gray-blue sky for a long time.

Memories turned to dust, and ran into the distance into the twilight.

"... This boy has all hands and feet, how come he hasn't been taken away for three or four years?"

"Hang Tilie, most of the village smokes white noodles, one of this family died, one of that family died, and his family died clean..."

"Who knows if he is sick! I don't even dare to touch him!"

...

The little boy sat on the head of the low earthen wall, and the sun set behind him, casting a golden light on his temples and the tips of his ears.

"Hey!"

He turned his head back, and a few stones were thrown at him, hitting him almost to the point of falling. The snot-snoting children screamed, "Missing the family! Murdering!" Then they ran away laughing and joking.

The little boy said silently and rubbed the painful arm.

The setting sun stretched his lonely figure, and with the wind and sand, he cast into the barren field.

"Jiang Po!" The aunt of the Welfare Institute screamed impatiently in the distance: "Come here! Someone finds you!"

I don't know what to think of, the little boy's dim eyes suddenly shined, and the black and white eyes suddenly glowed in the glory of hope. He jumped down the wall with a bone, pulled his legs crazy, slapped on the ground with a pair of small feet, passing through the empty bungalow, passing through the potholes. The door of the welfare home, which is extremely familiar with more than a thousand days and nights, from far to near, the little boy's dark pupils gradually opened, and the joy of joy was burst.

He saw it.

Just like countless times in the dream, there was a car stopped outside the door that he had never seen in his life. Open your hands.

"I'm here to pick you up, Jiang stop."

"Say you never betrayed me, I will take you away."

... betraying you, Jiang Pu Mo vaguely thought.

The painful pain turned into sour warm water and soaked his body in it. At the same time, his soul seemed to be hanging on the clouds, and the hazy white light flashed height, stabbing him to open his eyes.

Someone was crying, someone was calling, and more people called his name. The footsteps accompanied by the rolling sound of the iron bed rang on the ground, but those were already very stunned, as if it was getting farther and farther away from him from the intangible barrier.

The deep sea of ​​memory comes, covering the last dream.

"Are you happy?" When I was young, the black peach K smiled.

Wen Yan rarely laughed like this. He has been reserved since he was a child. He has a demeanor. He has something that can make people who can make people feel dirty. A smile of smiles focuses on being injected on Jiang stopping.

"Jiang Po?" He asked again with such a smile that did not conceal, "Are you happy?"

It may be a pier or a factory, and the background environment has been blurred in the memory. Jiang Puanzhi was very late, and many clips when he was young finally faded fragmented. Only a few unforgettable details were imprinted in his mind: he only remembered his eyes widened, looking straight ahead, a group of faces could not be seen clearly, and he couldn't see his faces clearly. The adults are surrounded by the edge of the open space.

In the center of the open space, several tied men rolled to the ground, bite each other, and made a beast -like ambiguous and crazy painful scream.

Several syringes fell to the ground, and blood was still hanging on the needle.

"You are not happy enough," Said Kha Peach K said, then turned to your men, and naturally instructed: "Play two more of these kidnappers."

Someone brought a tray again, with empty injections and white powder on the plate. Xiaojiang stopped on it, and he recognized what it was. Many years ago, the pungent stinky and bombarded flies appeared in front of him many years ago, and the festering father on the lounge chair closed his eyes with his eyes closed.

He recognized what it was.

"Are you happy?" Slap K asked happily, "Jiang Po?"

The white powder is dissolved in the syringe, the needle is pierced into the vein, and the demon's liquid is injected into the blood vessels a little. This scene is heavy with a certain picture in the memory, and the liquid surface in the syringe is reduced a little, and the whole number is reflected in the pupil of the little boy with a large water basin.

"Jiang stop?"

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"Happy," Xiajiang stopped shaking, his voice said carefully, "Happy."

Blint K hugged him tightly into his arms, and his face was filled with excitement and satisfaction deeply rooted in the depths of the soul.

"I am also very happy. The culprit is finally punished. No one will dare to start with us ... You see, whether it is control or destroying a person is so simple, it is really fascinating."

Xiaojiang stopped his breath, but couldn't restrain the strange trembling.

"Do you miss me," the little friend whispered in his ear, "I'm going to the United States."

……U.S?

"The formula over there is better and the technology is more advanced. You have to wait for me here. When I come back, I will definitely bring back a very powerful new medicine, which will surprise everyone, even those who dare to point fingers at me. The old man can't imagine it."

He laughed again, kissing Xiao Jiangting's soft hair, his eyes shone like a child's desire for new toys:

"At that time, everyone will be commanded by me and obey my orders. I am their king."

"Only you, a brother on an equal footing with me—"

-Only you are my brother.

Hearing Shao's nickname gradually matured and became thick and low. Time passed by in the blink of an eye, Jiang Ting's shoulders widened and his height elongated. He was once again at the noisy celebration feast. When he looked up, he saw his pale face as an adult through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The familiar whispers in hell are coming through the mobile phone, mixed with the rustling of electric current, like a devil whispering in his ear with a smile:

"Remember the new medicine I told you about? I came back with it."

"Traditional alkaloids will eventually be replaced by synthetic products, and they will go to the grave with those old men and be buried by the times. Jiang Ting, abandon Wu Tun, he is destined to live soon, and the future belongs to me and you."

Colleagues beside him slapstick, laugh, boo, toast, all the familiar excitement is separated by a transparent glass. Suddenly he was the only one left in the whole world, standing alone by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at his dark, trembling pupils.

Footsteps came from behind.

The reckless young detective seemed a little embarrassed, raised his glass, and murmured, "That, Team Jiang..."

Jiang Ting saw his reflection in the glass move.

He controlled himself perfectly, holding the phone without turning his head, only raising his hand and swinging it back, with his fingers slightly open and palm outwards, a gesture of refusal with an obvious commanding meaning:

"I see, let's go."

The young man hesitated.

Jiang Ting said in a more serious tone, "Go."

The young man's mouth froze in the air, his face turned blue and white, looking a bit funny. But fortunately, he didn't entangle any more, turned around and left here with a heavy kick, walking towards the noisy crowd, towards the jubilant celebration banquet, and was soon pulled away by more cheerful young police officers.

Jiang Ting hung up the phone and looked back.

No one saw what kind of expression flashed in his eyes, he just stood up straight and watched Yan Yan return to the normal world——

The backlight outlines his side profile, like a sword from shoulder to back, casting a slender reflection behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, winding along the floor of the auditorium to the distance, but no matter how hard you try, you can't reach the lively crowd. .

No way, he thought.

He couldn't let anyone notice that behind the calm and calm figure of the leader of the Jiang Branch, a little boy who was clumsy and ridiculous because he was too thin, was holding a plastic water basin that was half his height, staggering across the threshold, and striving to become pale in midsummer. The bright and noisy afternoon of cicadas gradually melted into a nightmare that would never wake up.

"...The congestion is pressing on the nerves, and the current situation is very dangerous..."

"The risk of craniotomy is very high, and family members should be psychologically prepared..."

...

"Jiang Ting! Jiang Ting, wake up!"

"Brother Jiang, please!"

"Team Jiang! Team Jiang!!"

Native

Who is calling me? Jiang Pu thought.

He rose from the iron frame bed, fluttering, flying towards the far and vast night sky.

"Jiang Team! Everyone appoints to go to the old cow's house to watch the ball. Do you go?"

"It's something at night, don't go."

"Jiang Team, do you go on the weekend hot pot?"

"Oh, play."

"The River Team River Team, a badminton match in the city, everyone in our team has reported it ..."

"I have something else to do."

The familiar figure hook his shoulders, scattered one by one, and the laughter gradually farther away.

The clouds are gathered in layers, and the humid water vapor is like a cobweb, covering every corner of the municipal bureau building. Jiang stopped through the dark and deserted corridor.

He locked the office door, attracted the curtains, and came behind the desk alone. Several thick information was held out of the file cabinet located all year round, and the notebooks filled with various information charts were spread out. The Chinese -Myanmar map was marked with countless hidden trails with red and blue strokes. The faint fluorescent light is reflected on the side face of Jiang Po's ice -like ice, outlines the dark light.

"What are you doing?" Blint K asked with a smile on the handset.

"work overtime."

"So late, what to do overtime?"

Jiang Pu did not answer.

The big drug lord opposite the call also didn't mind, and said gentlely: "We have a group of unpacked households arrested. Like the last time Hu Weisheng, you find a way to dredge it. "

Jiang Pu's tone was not shocked: "Okay."

He put down the phone, but at the moment before hanging, the sound of spades K came across the opposite side: "Wait."

"..."

"You have recently added a lot of shifts, you have to pay attention to your body. There are apartments near Yazhi Garden near your municipal bureau. Room 701, Building B in a district, is specifically prepared for you. You can take the time to sleep when you are too late to work overtime, or It is inconvenient to see someone, and you can deal with it over there. "

There was no expression between Jiang's eyebrows and said, "I know."

He set aside the microphone.

The large office resumed silence, and the tables and chairs were covered with faintyyh ash. Jiang Pu raised his head, with more than ten people names on the whiteboard on the wall. The dense interest arrows formed a spider web.

Blint K.

He stretched out his hand and slowly drew a fork on the card surface.

The pen tip is broken.

The red ink sprayed on the spider web, like a few Yin Yin blood tears, and hit the office floor silently.

"One day," he thought, "One day always"

The calendar was turned over by time and rushed.

The page stayed on October 8th.

[During tomorrow, all large goods and firepower arms will be transported to the ecological park base -Hongxin Q]

【Receivor: Rivet】

The window jumped out of the screen and showed that the information was successfully sent, and Jiang Pu finally raised his hand to close the computer. Then he got up and moved out of the gloves, shoe covers, rags and cleaning agents that had been prepared from the toilet, and began to clean the whole apartment in an orderly manner. Let it go.

After tomorrow, the spagnic K will disappear from the underground world, and no one will know that there has been a red heart Q in the world. The Gongzhou Anti -Drug Detachment Yangtze River stopping and drug trafficking group did not have the slightest connection. Room 701, Building B, Building B, Yizhi Garden, will become an unknown "black house" of the household. Later, with demolition into ruins.

All sins will end, just like nightmares have continued from the midsummer many years ago, and finally disappeared with time.

Jiang Po stepped out of the apartment, closed the door, and stood in the empty corridor. He finally looked back at the 701 three numbers hanging on the door panel, as if a heavy chain was cut off behind him. For the first time for so many years, he deeply exhaled the hot breath and brisk the steps towards the stairs.

Ding Dong!

Jiang stopping the mobile phone is a new news from the team.

[Jiang Team, I have been busy for half a month. After the operation of tomorrow, everyone wants to go out to drink. Do you come? .

A little smile appeared on the bottom of the eyes. Jiang Po entered the word "good". He just wanted to click and send it, and hesitated again.

They will be surprised, the captain who has always been indifferent to rejection suddenly asked to join the dinner, is it a bit strange?

Is it embarrassing? Will everyone feel uncomfortable?

Or they just ask for a crime, do you want to wait for the face tomorrow, and then try to ask?

"..." Jiang Pu's thumbs hung for a long time, and finally deleted that was good, and input carefully one by word- "Talk to tomorrow". Then he clicked and packed the phone back to his pocket.

The fresh wind outside the corridor wrapped in salty and wet water steam and came to the face.

Jiang Pu was inserted in his pocket with both hands, and his face appeared unknowingly, and he walked forward.

The clouds are drooping, fallen leaves are flying, and Gongzhou Huadan is beginning to be on the huge sky. He just walked forward like this, passed through the sea of ​​people who watched the shoulder, passed through the scene of smoke, and passed through the collapsed flames and the future. Wake up in hell and deduct the trigger to the demon.

The bullets that were late for many years whistled the muzzle, setting off the blood fog, spraying on the vast territory of the southwest.

I finally got it this time, he thought.

He leaned back, closed the heavy eyelids that had already been heavy, and his heartbreaking shout gradually faded from his ears, and his soul drifted into the distance with a strong reluctance. In the middle of him, he seemed to be very happy and brisk, and the pain resolved like a tide. He stood on the steps in front of the Gongzhou City Bureau building and looked back.

"Jiang Team!" Those familiar figures still hooked their shoulders and beckoned with a smile: "The action is over! Drink with us!"

"Don't always work all day, go with everyone!"

"Yeah, it's over!"

"come quickly!"

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Jiang stopped laughing, he didn't remember that he had smiled so happily, and he ran down the steps.

The wind sounded from the ears, and the steps that could run to the end suddenly became particularly long. Soon Jiang stopped anxious and stretched forward, but he couldn't touch his former teammates anyway. He could only watch them jumping off and farewell, laughing and turning away.

Wait for me, did you promise to take me together?

Wait for me!

Jiang Pu couldn't make a sound, and his throat seemed to be blocked by some sour things. He ran forward desperately, but the distance did not shorten the slightest. He only felt the painful pain of the five internal organs, and finally squeezed out the sound:

"... Hey! Wait for me!"

"Let me go with you!"

Native

The moment the words landed, as if the curse was lifted, Jiang Po suddenly paused.

He found that he was still standing on the steps, and his teammates waited quietly under the steps. In the short distance, the dust of the world came from the sky, mixed with the sharp cries, and ran towards the distant horizon.

Jiang stopped his hand, his palm upwards, he heard the sound of his choking request:

"Don't leave me ..."

"I have always been ... I always want to go with you ..."

But the teammates laughed, shook their heads one after another, and replied: "No, Jiang Team, this time we really want to go."

"You can still meet one day in the future!"

"You have already revenge for everyone! Go back!"

Jiang stopped standing in place, and his tears rolled down his cheeks.

Do you want to leave me alone in the end? he thinks.

"No," the teammates squeezed his eyes with his eyes, and they seemed to be happier: "You're a person a long time ago, didn't you find it?"

Jiang Pu opened his eyes wide and turned around.

I don't know when it started, many years ago, the young criminal policeman who was unruly and sharp came behind him, and his face became more mature, his body became more solid, and he stared at him with tears. Essence

That's Yan Yan.

Jiang stopped, and then Yan Yan stretched out his hand to hold him tightly. The other hand waved to the teammates in the distance, as if a gratitude farewell.

But……

Jiang Pu struggled back, and instantly those figures that had been tentatives were getting farther and farther.

"Goodbye this time, the river team!"

"I will see you one day!"

I will meet again one day

Time quickly stepped back, the river was flowing up, and the soreness after the explosion was restored to the appearance of the past.

In the hospital ward, the people in the bed finally opened their eyes slowly.

"Jiang Pass!"

"Jiang Team!"

"Doctor! Call doctor !!!"

The cheers rang around, and more were crying and wept. Martin Gouli cried in the corridor. Yang Mei sobbing and softening on a nose Han Xiaomei's shoulders.

Jiang Ting's scattered vision gradually focused, and fell into the pair of deep and bright eyes on the opposite side, only the reflection of each other could be seen in each other's pupils.

"..." Jiang stopped moving his lips. The oxygen mask he put on after the operation made him unable to make a sound, but Yan Yan smiled with red eyes: "I understand."

Jiang Ting also had a smile in his eyes.

Even though it is riddled with holes and old, I and you have searched thousands of mountains and rivers, stepping through life and death—

Before we meet again, thank you for bringing me back to this world.