The Municipal Bureau is a very interesting place. Apart from a road, there is an old commercial district in the city center. There are high-end hotels and several old shopping malls to support the storefronts. With the popularity gathered by these "facades", a bunch of small commercial streets of different grades have emerged. After leaving the Municipal Bureau to cross the road, the parking lot opposite the gate is surrounded by various snack stalls. The colder the winter is, the more it sells, and I don’t know why the business is so prosperous - maybe it is because this generation of police comrades are particularly greedy.

A luxurious trot that was incompatible with the surrounding environment was parked in an open-air parking lot. Not far away was a dining car selling octopus meatballs. The queue was more than ten meters long, like a long dragon, which was really daunting.

Fei Du looked at it and gave up. He raised the car window again and chatted with Lu Jia next to him: "After the year-end bonus is usually the peak period for resignation. Do you have any plans next year? Do you want to continue working with me in the future, or do you plan to experience a different life?"

Luo Wenzhou has been working overtime at the municipal bureau these days. It is more convenient to drive his own car when he goes in. Fei Du drove his own car. The driver's seat of the sports car was a little cramped for Lu Jia, and he couldn't stretch his stomach. After hearing the question, he leaned back and said, "Mr. Fei, do you think I eat too much and have a large displacement, so I can't afford it?"

"Not that," Fei Du glanced at the direction of the city bureau, "I still have a soft meal myself."

Lu Jia laughed silently for a while, and the lights that had just started to climb into the gaps in the unclosed car windows, fell into his slender eyes, and turned into a little needle-like light at the corner of his eyes.

Then his smile became lighter and fainter. After a while, Lu Jia said: "I heard from people who have taken drugs that the physiological structure of the brain will be changed by drugs. This statement sounds quite terrible. You think that if experience, personality, and education are all detachable software that can be removed by humans, then the brain must be hardware. The brain has changed, which means that you have changed from a 'superbook' to a 'little overlord'. This body is equivalent to being resurrected by another soul. Even if you have previous memories, you are not the same person."

Fei Du didn't interrupt and listened patiently.

"But sometimes I think that 'trauma' is a bit similar," Lu Jia changed his voice, unbuttoned his seat belt, stretched slightly, "Trauma can turn a person into another unrecognizable appearance. Sometimes when you look at others and look in the mirror, you will feel very dazed and wonder, how could I become like this? I don't know myself anymore."

"The things ordinary people pursue are nothing more than houses, cars, careers, love, status, and ideals. They are busy every day. Everyone is full of worries and happy things, and they are so upset that they are sincere and happy. They don't know what "impermanence" is, they just think that today is like yesterday and tomorrow, they won't think, "I am an ant floating in the river with dead leaves, and they are overturned at any time."

Fei Du did not make any comments, supported his head and said "um" and waited for him to continue.

"But you are different. If you can't live such a life, you are like a hen that scares firecrackers, and you can't lay eggs anymore - you look at others and feel that the things they pursue are all mirrors and moons, you can't take them seriously, and you can't say nothing. You have nightmares every day, full of delusions, irritability, anxiety, and nervousness for no reason... If others look at you more, you think he may have bad intentions. If someone pulls you in the street and asks you for directions, you think he has any conspiracy. Sometimes, sometimes you even see someone touching his pocket and bag for a long time, you suspect that there is a weapon hidden on them."

Lu Jia's voice was getting lower and lower.

Noisy and noisy voices came from the gap in the car window, and they were mixed with the man's words, making him increasingly out of place and lonely.

“Trust in society and the environment is the cornerstone of security,” Fei Du said. “Without this, you can only be displaced in a long-term stress state. It is really painful, even if the trauma has passed…”

"If you can't get over it, you will never get over it. Even if you catch the murderer, the same is true. 'The person who stares at the abyss is also staring at you'. I don't know if you feel this way," Lu Jia shook his head. "Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy, and I'm particularly bored in living."

Fei Du reached out and patted his broad shoulders silently.

Lu Jia waved his hand: "I especially like chatting with you, although you haven't said a few words after sitting for a long time."

"According to general social etiquette, I should comfort you, such as 'Everything will pass, time will one day make you lose memory and intelligence, and of course it will heal the wound,'" Fei Du said, hearing a car beside him roaring twice in a short flute. He didn't look out the window and picked up the coat next to him and put it on. "But these are nonsense, and I'm too lazy to say it if you want to hear it."

Lu Jia laughed: "Mr. Fei, are you purely discriminatory in appearance? You don't bother me to say anything. It's just a big truth. Should you pay attention to social etiquette if you change to a beautiful girl here?"

"That's better to be simpler. It's not easy to listen to my truth." Fei Du said seriously, and then he suddenly turned to Lu Jia, "Old Lu, I was too lazy to tell you, but I talked to a beautiful girl some time ago, and there were a few words ready-made. Do you listen?"

Lu Jia, who was tragically discriminated against, made a helpless and cautious statement.

"Everyone will be shaped by external things, environment, encounters, people you like, people you hate...even people like Lu Guosheng, who want to peel and cramp him. Murderers will shape part of your flesh and blood through trauma. This is the fact, whether you want to or not."

Lu Jia stared at him blankly.

"Do you know what I would do if it were me? I would peel off that piece of meat, release that bowl of blood, and chop off the deformed bones below and smash them with an axe. I am not the one who stares at the abyss, I am the abyss." Fei Du showed a little bloody smile at him, but before the smile spread, he was broken by another horn of the car that was terrifying. Fei Du shook his head helplessly, turned around and pulled the car door and got out of the car, "What are you urging me to drive the car away. My parking space is a little nervous. If you like it, just drive it out to relax. Happy New Year."

Lu Jia's lips moved, and when Fei Du didn't even confirm the license plate, he directly opened the door of the temporary parking car next to him. Luo Wenzhou got out of the car lazily, moved to the co-pilot, waved at Lu Jia, and the two of them quickly left.

This is not the first time that Luo Wenzhou has lived in the duty room for several consecutive days. He has lived there before. He has no other concerns except asking someone to feed cats. He has never been the same as this time. He feels like he has been sleeping in the duty room for half his life. When he pressed the first horn, he saw Fei Du start to put on his coat and knew that the other party had heard it. However, Luo Wenzhou saw that he had worn a torn dress for a minute and was still talking to the fat man slowly, and finally couldn't help but press the horn again without any quality.

If you don’t see each other for three autumns, it’s like a long time. According to this scale, it’s equivalent to having to procrastinate for 18.25 hours. It’s unbearable!

As soon as he closed the car door, Luo Wenzhou couldn't wait to molest the driver. However, considering that the environment was too noisy, there was a fat man with no eyes watching behind him. He forced himself to return to his impulse and complained very dissatisfiedly: "Are you two plotting to subvert the galaxy regime? What meeting should you have to talk about for so long?"

Fei Du sighed, slammed the steering wheel smoothly, kept the speed of the car on the main road at a slow speed, and then made a quick effort to reach Luo Wenzhou into the salted pig hand under his clothes and lifted it out: "I'm going to hit the roadside guardrail."

Fei Du didn't show his face, but he was actually a little at a loss, because the last sentence Luo Wenzhou said to him was "Your uncle Fei Du", which was really not very sweet. In the past few days, no one had time to pay attention to any other. When he was free for a short time, he felt like he had come back to make peace for two days after a cold war.

Fei Du has grown to this age, has played life and has played hot, but he has never played the "Cold War Reconciliation" game with anyone. Just now, the aura of "I am the abyss" has already sprayed out of the sky with the exhaust gas. He searched his stomach for a moment: "You..."

Before "you" could come out, he saw Luo Wenzhou slowly pulling back his hand that had just been wiping the oil, putting it on the tip of his nose and sniffing for a moment, then licking his fingers.

Fei Du: "…"

"Hurry up," Luo Wenzhou said meaningfully, "I'm starving to death."

Generally, in this context, whether it is an apology or an explanation, it is not a good time. Fei Du shuts his mouth in an informal manner, and steps on the accelerator with the speed limit.

However, if he was driving too smoothly or something, Luo Wenzhou, the sleeping god, tilted his head and fell asleep again after using the gangster's ultimate move. There was no more than ten minutes away in total. He had already finished a nap efficiently. When Fei Du woke up, Luo Wenzhou stretched out his big laziness that had inherited Luo Yiguo, grabbed Fei Du's arm, and when he spread his arms, he rolled the person in his arms, and said vaguely: "I'm so sleepy."

Fei Du: "Wake up and go home."

"I don't want to move," Luo Wenzhou leaned on him and pretended to die for a while, and then had a sudden inspiration. Somehow he thought, he pinched his throat and said, "Husband, carry me on."

Fei Du: "…"

Luo Wenzhou saw that he had a stalemate and didn't say anything for a long time. He thought that Mr. Fei, who was knowledgeable, was shocked by his shamelessness, and he trembled with a smile.
Chapter completed!