Two policemen appeared lazily on the street corner, picked up their brushes and smeared some paste on a worn wanted notice, took out a new wanted notice from the basket and laid it on.

A gust of wind whirled, and a piece of notice paper was blown out of the basket, floating, turning, rolling, falling into the gravel pavement of the alley, rubbing against the ground, and being led by the wind to continue rolling deep into the alley, until it fell into a ditch and was soaked by sewage before floating quietly on the water.

Wide eyebrows and thin eyes, clear edges and corners, a picture of a police officer's outfit and handwriting were gradually blurred by water...... A reward... The murderer... was extremely guilty and harmed the country and the people... pretended to be a policeman... He was seriously injured in his abdomen, and there was also a wound on his left arm... There was another lesbian, whose characteristics have not been verified yet, and anyone who knew about it...

There is a courtyard wall next to the ditch, and behind the courtyard is a small courtyard. There are two doors and two rooms in the courtyard. There is a table in the west room, and a woman sits next to the table, quietly wiping a shell gun with a handkerchief.

She wiped it carefully and focusedly, wiped off the spots of blood stains on the gun, revealing a bright metal-baked blue color. The light not only made the gun beautiful, but also gave people a sense of safety.

The sound of unlocking came from the gate. The woman immediately put a handkerchief on her handkerchief and put the magazine on the edge of the table into the gun body. She loaded the bullets, naturally placing the gun between her legs, pointing to the door of the house from under the table.

The door of the house opened, and Li Youcai stood at the door and was surprised: "Why are you out?"

"It's too stuffy, come out and take a breath." She replied calmly, her eyes unconsciously glanced at the yard outside the door.

This detail was captured by Li Youcai. He tilted his head unconsciously and looked behind him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, closed the door casually, came to the table and sat down opposite her, and clicked on the table with his fingers on the edge of the table a few times: "Why do I feel so cold? Sister, don't leave the fire!"

Only then did Su Qing take the gun back to the table, remove the loaded bullet, and take out the handkerchief to continue wiping.

Li Youcai smiled and said, "You just can't believe me?"

"It's not that I can't believe you, it's because I'm afraid of accidents. After much accident experience, I learn to be afraid." She said without expression, continued to look at the gun in her hand, and asked again: "How is the situation?"

"This morning was the most joint search, but the post at the intersection of the street still had to stand for a while. The city gate would definitely not think about it for a while. If I only took you, I could go out, and taking him with him was a dream." After saying that, Li Youcai stood up, turned around and carried the thermos bottle, shook it, it was empty, and went to the outside room to find the kettle, but it was still empty, so he had to scooped half a scoop of cold water and poured a few mouthfuls of water. He couldn't help but complain: "Although you are a guest, you can't even do some work, right?"

"Which chimney did you see in which locked room would smoke."

Li Youcai had nothing to say and wiped his mouth and returned to the house: "I'm going to let you drag the pirate ship. It's clear that I'll just investigate the woman. Now, I'm the best wanted criminal and the biggest boss. I'm hiding all of them. I'm so miserable!"

"Don't worry, he and I won't call you."

"What's the use? Can I explain it clearly if something happens? We have to make it clear. Just this time, you can't blame me for pretending not to know you if there is any such incident!"

"How is that Feng Zhong?"

"Dead."

"Dead?" Su Qing finally stopped fiddling with the gun in his hand, lifted his face, and his expressionless face was full of incredible words.

"I don't know what this unlucky guy is thinking. He just finished the operation and jumped into the window to play in the middle of the night. He made a wound and bleeding, but the doctor died that night. Do you think he can still live?"

Su Qing was a little stunned, and a blurry black shadow walking in the long corridor gradually emerged in his mind. Is this possible? Will it be related?

Li Youcai stood up and said, "Okay, I have to go around the team and then investigate Lin Xiu. I hope you can think about me too, don't always come out and wander around if you have nothing to do. If I really plan to lead someone to catch you, I won't be stupid enough to enter the door."

These words made Su Qing come back to his senses and looked at Li Youcai squintly.

"Tell you in advance that if someone sees you, you will say it is my mistress. Don't tell me a bit."

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"Haha, Sister Su, let me be honest. Among my women, you can only be a medium-sized one. So... this matter cannot be considered as my top priority." A hateful smile appeared on the sunny face.

Wen at the table suddenly became cold, and Li Youcai ran out of the door in panic.

...

I opened the large wardrobe standing in the corner, opened a few pieces of clothes hanging inside, and then pushed the back panel of the wardrobe horizontally, revealing a small secret door hole. This small courtyard is where Li Youcai's foothold in Meixian. There are actually two walls between the two houses, forming a space of more than a half meters wide in the middle.

This was not specifically created by Li Youcai. He took over this small courtyard from his dead traitor colleagues in the past. All traitors were more successful than Li Youcai, so he had to save his life.

Turning around and closing the wardrobe door, closing the back panel, the wall immediately turned black.

"Is this Li Youcai's nest?" A low-pitched question suddenly came from the end of the darkness.

"Are you awake?" Her voice was at the entrance at the other end of the darkness, her tone was calm, but her breath seemed to be a little unstable.

He did not notice this, but continued to ask, "Where is my gun?" This was the first thing he wanted to grasp most. He was not afraid of death, but he was unwilling to lose his teeth.

She knew that he had such a virtue, so she replied: "The entrance is behind me, so the gun is in my hand." On the one hand, she was afraid to completely trust Li Youcai, who was not her comrade. On the other hand, if an accidental search occurred, she could concentrate the enemy's attention, so that the wall might be ignored by the enemy and not sacrificed both of them.

"You sat outside for the morning." He knew why she had sat outside for so long, not knowing whether this spirit of sacrifice was her professional habit or her faith-driven.

"Your mission is completed." She didn't want him to guess more, so she changed the subject without saying a word.

"My mission has no support." He did not guess more. He was just puzzled by her appearance at the hospital gate. He could not imagine how she could find it there, and stopped himself from shooting with a wife-like warm hug. Originally, the two Japanese were going to be buried with them.

"That's not support, it's the return to the team." If it were other comrades, she would tell the truth, saying that the task should be cancelled at the beginning, saying that she had tried to stop the task, but the target was him, so she had to use this excuse to make excuses because she could not explain clearly how she determined that he was in the hospital.

"You shouldn't have responded. If the two Japanese continue to investigate, this matter may be meaningless." He always thought she was a rigorous woman, just like she said that she had only life and death and was not captured, and said that she had no support. In the end, she unexpectedly appeared at the entrance of the hospital and was in the process. It seemed like a stroke of magic, but it was more like a meaningless adventure. She really shouldn't have appeared. Others can do it, but she can't. She shouldn't have.

"If the gun fires, only the two Japanese will fall down. I still have time to leave calmly and let you sacrifice on that street. So this is not a risk, it is just a try to save the situation." She tried to highlight her tone of not mind, proved to him that she was definitely not impulsive at that time, and proved to him that she did not mind his sacrifice. And, she was really not afraid at that time, because she firmly believed that even if the gun fired, there would be no enemy standing beside this man, and this man was able to block the bullets.

Because there is no light, it is pitch black, so she cannot see her extremely unnatural face. So I believed her words and admitted that she was not as smart as hers. I thought it was indeed a risk-free attempt, and thought that she was still her, a rigorous and cold woman.

So the two people in the dark were silent and stopped talking.

It was not until he accidentally put his hand into his pocket that he couldn't help but sigh.

The sigh was extremely clear in this limited and narrow space. She was so clear that she wanted to make an indifferent attitude that she finally asked lightly: "Why sigh?"

"For you." He answered faintly at the end of the darkness.

She suddenly began to panic, and suddenly heard her heartbeat. She didn't expect that he would give such an answer. There were too many meanings that could be extended to this answer. She dared not think or guess. The pain of cold and heat made her at a loss and could not speak at all. She could only try hard to maintain her calm breathing frequency, because it was too quiet here, so quiet that everything could be heard.

"Since you have taken the gun, since you always don't remember how many bullets there are in the barrel, why can't you take away all the magazines? Why do you always think that one magazine is enough?" He seemed to be talking to himself, and he was complaining, and more like helplessness. While holding two magazines, one long and one short in his hand, he whispered, without noticing the slightest chaotic breath of the darkness, and at the same time omitted the last sentence: Stupid woman, you are really not suitable to hold a gun.

She finally got rid of the chaos and entanglement, but she felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart. Even if she had prepared herself in her heart that she would deny anything she said, she would even deny it ruthlessly, and even scold her head on, but she still felt deeply lost at this moment, and the loss came from what she thought and what she didn't answer.

"If I remember how many bullets there were in the gun chamber, if I didn't always think that a magazine would be enough, you, the scum, would have died long ago!" Her voice was obviously a little loud, and her emotions that could no longer be hidden were revealed.

"..." He was speechless. Although it was a bit sarcastic, it was considered for her good. I reminded her to pay attention in the future. I guess she would be unhappy when she arrived, but she wouldn't have such a big reaction, right? As for that?
Chapter completed!