Chapter 179: Five readings (five)

At that moment, Xiao Haiyang seemed to be split into three petals. The first petal was stunned and asked his ears, "What is this old immortal saying?"
The second flap controlled his hands, and wanted to unravel the metal ring on Fei Du's neck. Unfortunately, although Officer Xiao had an unforgettable ability, he basically knew nothing about machinery and small devices, and listened to the talented woman. What "bombs / bombs" have, is even more indecisive and I don't know where to start. --- End of the story, romance between Hong Kong and Taiwan www.hjw.tw )))
The rest of his mind is on his back, ready to block the bullet that will break through the next moment. Although he has not had a good life, he has never been pointed with a gun, like a death row prisoner lying under a trowel. He has not imagined his death.
Because the death row was carrying a shackle, he could not move under the sword.
Xiao Haiyang couldn't figure out what he was carrying. He was carrying a huge fear in a fog, and he couldn't figure out why he didn't avoid it.
However, he did not escape.
The gunshot behind him suddenly sounded, and Xiao Haiyang froze, and thought about it; "I am going to die."
There is only a short moment of feeling about "to die". He has no time to look back on his short life, nor is it as sad as described in literary works. He is very confused, like a sea where I do n’t know where to start. Thousands of thoughts have gone up and down, and the most abrupt one is: "How on earth does this circle open?"
The next moment, Xiao Haiyang was pushed away, and he kept such a stiff and crooked side aside, only then realized that the severe pain in imagination had not come, but there was a hole in his pocket--
When Fan Siyuan fired, Luo Wenzhou rushed in and kicked him. The bullet deflected and flew off Xiao Haiyang's clothing. He bumped into the broken screen phone left by Lang Qiao, which was originally a broken screen phone. Immediately died, completely powerless. At the same time, the fragile bones of the terminally ill patient could not support the foot, Fan Siyuan's arm "snapped" and folded directly, and was handcuffed by Langqiao Lisuo who followed him.
Since Luo Wenzhou heard that Fei Du's disappearance, the whole person was in a state of high stress-he violently unloaded the seven emotions and six desires and threw it to the ground. Kai Xiao Haiyang made it in one go. He knelt on the ground, didn't watch Fei Du at all, shielded everything he just heard and saw ... all of his energy was narrowed to a thin one, and he quickly swept through the metal ring. Structure, methodically touch Fei Du's neck.
At the same time, he was able to orderly: "Call the bomb disposal expert."
With a click, the metal ring opened.
The rushing air swept through Fei Du's injured throat like a wind, forcibly disturbed his consciousness that was about to fall away, and a fierce cough caused him a convulsion. The lethal grip finally came out, Luo Wenzhou hugged him. Until then, half of his trouser legs and the wounds on Fei Du's blood-red spots were pierced into his eyes. All the voices, anger, anxiety and fear blocked by him all became floods. , Drowning him.
Luo Wenzhou was so weak that he could hardly hold Fei Du.
Only then rushed over than his colleague who was behind him.
"Luo team, put down people!"
"Flat! Flat to let him breathe!"
"Slow down ... come and help!"
Luo Wenzhou held Fei Du's blood on his hands, and realized that the rescue workers rushed in regardless of the scene and cleanly followed the instructions of the rescuers.
Fei Du seems to be a bonsai that has never been pushed by wind and frost.
He is not difficult to feed. There are only two things that he does not eat every day-neither this nor that. Sweet talk is an international standard, with professional qualifications as a Ph.D.
He is like Liuli, and the sky / clothes are flawlessly flawless.
"Strangling each other is a long-running, enjoyable killing method."
"Can you ... give me another chance to pretend to see my mother?"
"It's not the cause of her death that's trapping me."
"There are thousands of high-rises in the world. Why did she choose only here?"
"I didn't ... trauma."
In the cold and wet basement, there are boundless secrets hidden. He often coughs involuntarily when he mentions it, a song that always loops ...
All the signs were put together by Fan Siyuan's words, and the unimaginable dark truth came by unexpectedly and slammed into Luo Wenzhou's chest.
He remembered that summer, the young man who leaned against the lonely villa, seemed to be unable to integrate into the world, the pair of clear and paranoid, as if hiding countless secret eyes.
He couldn't tear the time and space. He strode into seven years ago, took the silent child in his arms, held up the scar that he never exposed, and said to him, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
"I'm late……"
It wasn't until he got on the ambulance that Fei Du seemed to have a bit of consciousness. The hard-to-focus eyes stayed on Luo Wenzhou's face for a long time, probably recognizing him and showing a smile.
Luo Wenzhou struggled to understand his silent lips.
He said, "No ... the monsters are cleaned up. I am the last one. Can you keep me in your house?"
Three generations, beginning with dirty money and desires / desires, continue to ferment and swell ... At this point, the dust has finally settled.
Luo Wenzhou couldn't help it anymore.
The surname Fei may really be a born sadist, with only one breath left, he can piece together the largest torture of his life to torture him.
"Hey, glasses, are you okay?" Lang Qiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stretched out Xiao Haiyang. Her coat had been gone for a long time, and the rather fashionable pin-up sweater had no idea what happened, and it became more "Fashionable" beggar clothes, if you wash your face, this unique style can go to fashion week to take a few strange street shots.
Xiao Haiyang woke up like a dream, and saw Lang Qiao, he suddenly remembered something, and reached into his pocket to touch: "Sister Qiao, your cell phone ..."
Xiao Haiyang said, and suddenly he reached out and touched himself.
Lang Qiao: "The phone is fine, what are you looking for?"
"I lost my work permit just now." Xiao Haiyang murmured, and put his fingers out of the pocket with a black hole, frowning.
"Wait for them to help you find it," Lang Qiao dragged his arm and let the bomb disposal expert, "It's not safe here, withdraw first."
"Oh ... hey, I saw it!" Xiao Haiyang's work permit and his gun flew out together, landed not far away, and at the foot of Fan Siyuan, who was forcibly erected by two policemen, his wallet fell. It broke down, and there was a photo of Gu Zhao in the work permit of the small glasses.
Xiao Haiyang didn't like Gu Zhao's black-and-white portrait. He took a group photo with him. He took him out to play and took pictures in the park when he was off class. The man above looked younger and more relaxed. He pressed the little boy's head and held a marshmallow for him in his hands. He smiled uncomfortably at the camera, unlike the portrait.
Fan Siyuan didn't know why. He kept staring at the photo, and felt that the man above was very familiar. When he was dragged away by the police, his eyes still stuck on it.
Xiao Haiyang took a step forward to pick it up, and there was a pain to block Fan Siyuan's sight and wipe the soil off.
"Whose picture of you?" Langqiao asked casually as he urged him to leave.
Xiao Haiyang: "Uncle Gu."
"Ah," said the young policewoman with a clear voice, "Is it Police Officer Gu Zhao? Do you really know him? Hey, let me have a look ..."
Fan Siyuan was shocked. If he was struck by lightning, he turned back, struggling in the direction of Xiao Haiyang: "Wait!"
The policeman holding him thought he was going to produce some moth, and held him down firmly, snapping sharply: "What! You be honest!"
"Wait ... wait! Show me! Come back! Give me a look at him ..."
But Xiao Haiyang looked back at him coldly, and did not stop.
Fan Siyuan was taken away by the police with his feet untouched, and his neck twisted out of an incredible arc, still turning back indifferently.
Fourteen years later, Gu Zhao lived in his heart like the image of that portrait, always the expression, with a little difference, he could not recognize it.
The leaves of the sycamore trees that were slumping in Yangongli, and the young cymbals of the cyclists were all gone, and the trace was astonished. Only then did he realize that he had forgotten about Gu Zhao and the way he laughed.
For more than ten years, only Zhang Chunling and Zhang Chunjiu were left in his heart.
The Chunlai Group left a deep mark on him, and together with him, shaped him into what he is today.
Zhang Chunling watched Fei Du being lifted away, and then the police handcuffed him searched his body, retrieved his mobile phone from his pocket, and when he took it out, a message prompt just turned on the screen, the content of the message Over the lock screen: "Time is up, the game is over [picture]".
Zhang Chunling was anxious and took the initiative to report a series of passwords: "This is the lock screen password. Let me have a look at him and let me see him!"
The criminal policeman who arrested him put a bag on his cell phone, and across the transparent bag, he mercifully unlocked Zhang Chunling's cell phone and showed him the picture. All the numbers on the countdown card were reset to zero. Zhang Donglai closed his eyes and squinted to one side. His white shirt was stained red with blood and was motionless.
"no no--"
"No no no, don't pour it, slimy!" At this time, Zhang Donglai, who was on the other side of the ocean, suddenly jumped up and tied with a rope. "The red wine also needs money to buy! Besides, you ca n’t play with me alone. ! "
A circle of girls laughed and made a ball of laughter, and one of the young girls with a face on his face shook his mobile phone: "Lose lost! Brother Zhang, the person who received your message ignored you, or it was you It's too bad, or it will be seen through by others. Anyway, if you lose, you ca n’t play tricks! "
Zhang Donglai smiled and asked the girl to help him untie the rope, and flung the drink on his head casually—he was playing a boring "truth of truth" with the girls, and it was his turn to candidate for "great adventure", everyone asked him Pretend to be abducted and send the photo to a relative and friend to see how the other person reacts.
Zhang Donglai's captive pretty girls were drunk and drunk. They didn't even consider what was wrong with the game. They agreed quickly, and it turned out to be miserable: "Don't make trouble, show me, who is it? It's not enough ... "
His voice stopped abruptly, and he could see the person he was chatting with. He jumped three feet high immediately: "I rely on it, sister! But you really have it. Do you know who you sent the information to? This is my dad!"
The girl taking a picture with his phone tilted her head innocently: "The note you gave your dad was 'big guy'?"
"What old man," Zhang Donglai called a wine booze, and pulled the neckline soaked with red wine at will. "It was serious at home. I never saw him laugh. When I was young, he returned home once in a while. When talking, he let My sister and I are two meters away from him, just like reporting work. I remember when Zhang Ting secretly wore a floral skirt under the school uniform, the school teacher didn't say anything to her, and the old man saw it, oh me Go, just because of this shit, my uncle would not dare to persuade me, so Zhang Ting would never dare to be seductive again, teenage girl, ashamed all day long ... but when we grow up, we talk to He kissed a lot, maybe the old man is old. "
When he said that, he suddenly froze, because it was found that the girl who had just smashed his wine and splashed his wine with strange eyes. The eyes covered by the two layers of thick makeup and beautiful pupils could not tell a word. Compassion, flowery smiles reluctantly. Zhang Donglai: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, remembering my tragedy school uniform when I was young," the girl gathered her expression in a blink of an eye. "It's not over yet, don't change the subject, go and drink!"
Zhang Donglai was sweetly tortured by a bunch of girls, I wonder if I should cry or laugh: "Give me up!"
Zhou Huaijin glanced down and glanced at the men and women around the pool and walked out silently.
The setting sun had begun to sink. He heard that Lu Jia, who was not far away, didn't know who to call. Lu Jia's face was always tense, and he repeatedly asked "Are you sure you're fine?" Ease, then the voice softened, Zhou Huaijin faintly heard him say, "We will go back in two days, rest assured."
Going back-Zhou Huaijin thought faintly, where to go?
He is unfamiliar in China and his old house is not his home. The only loved ones have been scattered among Wangchuan.
Where else can I go?
After a while, Lu Jiashen came to him without knowing the ghost, and he didn't know where to get the two ice creams, and handed them to Zhou Huaijin-according to Lu Jia, the foreign devil tastes less sensitive, and the ice cream is better than domestic Sweet, just like his appetite, you must eat enough before going back.
Zhou Huaijin has not studied the regional problem of ice cream flavor, took a sip of Xiao Hanfeng and took a nap. Two kankan men, who are already middle-aged, are sitting side by side on the icy stone steps of the hotel's backyard. Lu Jia said: "Everyone caught it."
Zhou Huaijin turned his head.
"The heads of Chunlai Group-the people who chased you before-are also harmful to your brother's group of neuropathy. They all caught it." Lu Jia paused and sorted out the ins and outs for him.
The absurd giants' grievances, the sinister Zheng Kaifeng, the exploited Dong family father and daughter ... and Zhou Huaixin lying in the coffin instead of him.
The ins and outs are very complicated. After all, it is a deep hatred that has been lingering for forty or fifty years. Their brother is just a corner swept by the storm of hatred and occupies a small role in the story.
Dragon sets are not counted, probably only called "props".
Zhou Huaijin nodded and took a bite of ice cream that Lu Jia gave him, feeling that his taste might be frozen, and he did not taste a bitterness. The corner of his mouth was suffocated with cream, and he suddenly lowered his head slowly, burying his face deeply in the middle of his knees, and burst into tears.
The setting sun buried his own day by his cry, Yancheng's New Year's Eve should be dawn, the scattered firecrackers gradually sounded, and the overtime criminal policemen washed their faces in haste and opened a short battle-like meeting. Get busy. Wei Lan, who surrendered in the interrogation room, had an overnight makeup on her face, folded her hands with her horns, and reached out to the police for a cigarette.
"My original name was Wei Lan. I killed someone and absconded after killing them. They took me in and gave me a false identity."
"Well ... yes, I can testify."
"Regret?" Wei Lan gave a meal, bowed his head, smiled, and played soot. I didn't know who was nearby, and I put on a red ground, which blew up the roadside cars in unison, even in the interrogation room Wei Lan listened for a moment, and was a little bit fascinated, and murmured, "This is Chinese New Year, isn't it?"
The author has something to say: there is a chapter in the end of the chant, and today is even more = 3 =