At that moment, Xiao Haiyang seemed to have been split into three petals. The first petal asked his ears in a daze: "What is this old man talking about?"

The second pawn controlled his hands, trying to untie the metal ring on Fei Du's neck. Unfortunately, although Officer Xiao had the ability to remember everything, he basically knew nothing about machinery and small devices. He also heard what the woman said just now, "there is a bomb/bomb". He was even more helpless and didn't know where to start, and his whole body was so anxious that he felt numb.

The rest of his mind was on his back, preparing to block the bullet that was about to break through his body the next moment. Although he had not lived a good life, he had never been pointed at by a gun. He was like a death row prisoner lying under a guillotine. Before he was executed, he had imagined his death.

Because the death row prisoner was carrying shackles, he could not move even under the guillotine.

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

But I just didn't hide.

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

The feeling of "death" was only a short moment. He had no time to look back on his short life, nor was he as sad as described in literary works. He was very confused, like a sea that started from nowhere, with thousands of thoughts rising and falling like tides. The most abrupt one was: "How did this circle open?"

The next moment, Xiao Haiyang was pushed away by someone. He kept his soul scattered and stiff, and then realized that the severe pain in his imagination had not come, but a hole in his pocket was leaking.

The moment Fan Siyuan shot, he was kicked by Luo Wenzhou who rushed in. The bullet went off and flew away at the corner of Xiao Haiyang's clothes. He hit the broken screen phone left by Lang Qiao. The mobile phone, which was originally just broken screen, died immediately and was completely powerless to turn things around. At the same time, the fragile bones of the terminally ill patient could not withstand this kick. Fan Siyuan's arm was broken "snailed" and was handcuffed by Lang Qiao who followed him.

Luo Wenzhou was in a state of high stress since he heard that Fei Du was missing. He roughly removed the seven emotions and six desires and threw them on the ground. He ran a hundred and eight thousand miles away. He kicked Fan Siyuan's gun away and pulled Xiao Haiyang away. He knelt on the ground without looking at Fei Du at all. He blocked everything he had just heard and saw... everything was blocked from consciousness, narrowing all his energy to a thin one, quickly swept through the structure of the metal ring, and touched Fei Du's back neck in an orderly manner.

At the same time, he could also orderly and say, "Call the bomb disposal experts here."

With a "click", the metal ring opened.

The rapidly pouring in air swept across Fei Du's injured throat like a strong wind, forcibly disturbing his dissipated consciousness. The violent cough made him spasm, and the fatal ring finally came out of his hand. Luo Wenzhou hugged him. Until then, half of the blood-stained pants and the scars on Fei Du's body poked into his eyes like needles. All the sounds, anger, anxiety and fear that were blocked by him just now became floods that opened the gate, flooding him with a bang.

Luo Wenzhou felt soft and could hardly hold Fei Du.

The colleague who was left behind him rushed over quickly.

"Captain Luo, let go of the person!"

"Let him breathe!"

"Slow down...come here to help!"

Luo Wenzhou rubbed the blood on Fei Du's body on his hand, and vaguely realized that the first aid staff rushed in regardless of the scene's failure to clean up, and followed the first aid staff's instructions in a daze.

Fei Du seems to be a bonsai that has never been urged by wind and frost.

He is not difficult to support, and he only doesn't eat two things in daily life - this one does not eat, that is not eaten. Sweet words are internationally qualified and have the qualifications of a professional doctoral supervisor.

He is like glass, seamlessly fragile and flawless.

"Strangling the other person is a long-lasting, enjoyable way to kill people."

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

"What trapped me was not the cause of her death."

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

“I have no…trauma.”

The cold and wet basement hides endless secret memories. He can't help but choke whenever he mentions it, and the song that will always be circulated...

All signs were worn together by Fan Siyuan's words. The unimaginable dark truth rushed over unexpectedly, and instantly hollowed out Luo Wenzhou's chest.

He remembered that summer, with his back to the lonely villa, as if he could not integrate into the world, and his eyes that were clear and paranoid, as if he was hiding countless secrets.

He couldn't tear apart time and space. He strides into seven years ago, picked up the silent child, held up the scars he never showed in his hands, and said to him, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"I'm late..."

It was not until he got into the ambulance that Fei Du seemed to have some consciousness. His unfocused eyes stayed on Luo Wenzhou's face for a long time. Perhaps he recognized him and actually smiled.

Luo Wenzhou understood his silent lips with difficulty.

He said: "No more...the monsters have been cleaned up, I am the last one. Can you lock me up in your house?"

Three generations of people, starting with dirty money and desires, continue to ferment and expand... At this point, the dust finally settled.

Luo Wenzhou could no longer hold it back.

The one named Fei may be really a natural sadist. With only one breath left, he can piece together the biggest torture in his life to torture him.

"Hey, glasses, are you okay?" Lang Qiao wiped off the cold sweat from her forehead and reached out to pull up Xiao Haiyang. Her coat had long disappeared. The fashionable needle sweater had experienced some changes and turned into a more "fashionable" beggar outfit. If she washed her face, her unique look would probably take a few curious street shots at the Fashion Week.

Xiao Haiyang then woke up as if he was dreaming. When he saw Lang Qiao, he suddenly remembered something and reached into his pocket and touched his hand: "Sister Xiao Qiao, your cell phone..."

Xiao Haiyang said, suddenly stunned and reached out to touch him.

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

"I just lost my work permit." Xiao Haiyang muttered, putting his fingers out of his charred pocket, frowned and searching.

"Let them help you find it later," Lang Qiao pulled his arm and asked the bomb disposal expert, "It's not safe here, please withdraw first."

"Oh...oh, I saw it!" Xiao Haiyang's work permit and gun were flew out together, and landed not far away. At the foot of Fan Siyuan who was forcibly raised by two policemen, the wallet fell off. There was also a photo of Gu Zhao in his work permit.

Xiao Haiyang didn't like Gu Zhao's black and white portrait. He carried a group photo with him. Gu Zhao took him out to play when he was off work and took him in the park. The man on it looked younger and more relaxed. He pressed the little boy's head and held a marshmallow for him. He smiled uncomfortablely at the camera, which was not much the same as the portrait.

For some reason, Fan Siyuan kept staring at the photo, feeling that the man on it looked very familiar. When he was dragged away by the police, his eyes were still stuck on it.

Xiao Haiyang stepped forward and picked it up, blocking Fan Siyuan's view with a little distress and erasing the soil on it.

"Whose photo did you pick up?" Lang Qiao asked casually while urging him to walk quickly.

Xiao Haiyang: "Uncle Gu."

"Ah," said the young policewoman with a crisp voice, "Is it Officer Gu Zhao? Do you really know him? Alas, let me see..."

Fan Siyuan was shocked, as if he was struck by lightning. He suddenly turned around and struggled to rush towards Xiao Haiyang: "Wait!"

The detective who was escorting him thought he was going to make something wrong again, so he pressed him tightly and scolded him sternly: "What are you doing! Be honest!"

"Wait...wait! Show me! Come back! Show me his eyes..."

But Xiao Haiyang looked back at him coldly, but did not stop.

Fan Siyuan was taken away by the police without touching his feet. His neck twisted in an incredible curve and he was still turning back his head unyieldingly.

Fourteen years have passed, and Gu Zhao has lived in his heart like the portrait, always with that expression. If there is a little difference, he will not recognize it.

The leaves of the sycamore trees falling in Yangong's great land, the young man riding a bicycle shy and gentle... have all been wiped out and disappeared. Only then did he realize that he had forgotten Gu Zhao and the way he smiled.

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

Chunlai Group left a deep mark on him, and together with him, he formed his current appearance.

Zhang Chunling watched Fei Du be carried away. Then, the police handcuffed him searched his body and found his cell phone from his pocket. The moment he took it out, a message prompt just lit up the screen, and the information content went up to the lock screen: "Time is up, the game is over [picture]".

There was no way to see pictures in the lock screen state, Zhang Chunling was anxious and took the initiative to report a string of passwords: "This is the lock screen password, let me take a look at him and let me see him!"

The detective who arrested him put a bag of evidence on his phone. Through the transparent bag, he mercifully unlocked Zhang Chunling's phone and sent him the picture. All the numbers on the countdown card were zeroed, and Zhang Donglai fell to the side with his eyes closed, his white shirt was stained with blood and he was motionless.

"No! No—"

"No, no, no, stop pouring it, it's sticky!" At this time, 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 play with me alone!"

A circle of girls laughed and made a ball. One of the young girls with melon-shaped faces shook his phone: "I lost and lost! Brother Zhang, the person who received your message ignored you. Either you failed in life or you saw through it. Anyway, you lost and you can't cheat!"

Zhang Donglai smiled and asked the girl to help him untie the rope, and casually threw the drinks on his head - he was playing a boring "truth adventure" with the girls. When it was his turn, he chose "big adventure". Everyone asked him to pretend to be kidnapped and send the photos to a relative and friend to see the other party's reaction.

Zhang Donglai was poured into wine by the chattering beautiful girls. He didn't consider the wrong way of playing, so he agreed quickly. Sure enough, he was beaten up very badly: "Don't make trouble, let me see who is so unsatisfied..."

He stopped abruptly, saw the chat person clearly, and immediately jumped three feet high: "Damn, sister! I really have you. Do you know who you sent the message to? This is my dad!"

The girl who took his cell phone to take a photo innocently tilted her head: "Your note to your dad is 'Big Boss'?"

"Old man," Zhang Donglai burped and pulled the collar soaked in red wine casually. "It's so serious at home. I haven't seen him laugh. When I was a child, he occasionally went home. When he spoke, he asked me and my sister to be two meters away from him, just like reporting on work. I remember that when Zhang Ting was a child, she secretly wore a floral skirt under the school uniform. The school teacher didn't say anything about her. As a result, the old man saw it. Oh, I'll go, just because of this nothing, my second uncle didn't dare to persuade him, which made Zhang Ting no longer dare to be so beautiful. A teenage girl, all day long... But when we grew up, we kissed him a lot. Maybe the old man is old."

He suddenly was stunned when he said this, because he found that the girl who was crazy and was splashing wine just now had a strange look. Her eyes covered by heavy makeup and beautiful contact lenses showed no sympathy in her eyes, and her flower-like smile became more and more difficult. Zhang Donglai: "What's wrong?"

"Not much, I remembered the tragic school uniform of my childhood," the girl packed up her expression in the blink of an eye. "I haven't finished the punishment yet. Don't change the topic, go and have a drink!"

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

Zhou Huaijin looked down at the men and women surrounding the swimming pool and walked out quietly.

The sunset had already begun to sink. He heard Lu Jia not far away calling someone. Lu Jia's face was always tense. He asked the other end of the phone twice, "You're sure you're fine" before eased a little. Then the voice softened. Zhou Huaijin vaguely heard him say, "We'll go back in two days, don't worry."

Go back - Zhou Huaijin thought in a daze, where should he go back?

He is not familiar with the country, and the old Zhou family house is not his home, and his only relatives are already separated among Wangchuan.

Where else can I go back?

After a while, Lu Jiashen came to him without knowing it, got two ice creams from somewhere and handed them to Zhou Huaijin one. According to Lu Jia, foreigners had a weak sense of taste and made the ice cream sweeter than in China, which was just his taste. He must eat it before going back.

Zhou Huaijin had never studied the regional problem of the taste of ice cream, so he took a bite in the little cold wind and shivered. Two men who were already middle-aged were sitting side by side on the cold stone steps in the backyard of the hotel. Lu Jia said: "Everyone has caught it."

Zhou Huaijin turned his head.

"The head of Chunlai Group - the group of people who chased you before - and the group of lunatics who killed your brother, were all caught." Lu Jia paused for a moment, sorted out the whole story for him.

The absurd grudges of wealthy families, the insidious Zheng Kaifeng, the Dong family's father and daughter who were used... and Zhou Huaixin who lie in the coffin instead of him.

The ins and outs are very complicated. After all, it is a deep hatred that lasts forty or fifty years. Their brothers are just a corner swept by the storm of hatred, and occupy an insignificant little character in the story.

Even a supporting role is not considered a good match, probably only deserves it to be called "props".

Zhou Huaijin nodded and slowly took a bite of the ice cream given to him by Lu Jia. He felt that his taste might have been frozen and he did not taste the ups and downs. He was stunned when he had cream on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly he slowly lowered his head, buried his face deep in the middle of his knees, and started to cry.

The sunset buried himself on this day with his crying. It should be dawn in New Year's Eve in Yancheng. Scattered firecrackers gradually sounded. The overtime criminal police officers washed their faces quickly, started a short meeting like a battle, and became busy. Wei Lan, who surrendered in the interrogation room, had the rest of the makeup for the night on her face, closed her hands and reached out to ask the police for a cigarette.

"My original name is Wei Lan. I killed someone, and after killing someone, they absconded me. They took me in and gave me a fake identity."

"Well...yes, I can testify."
Chapter completed!