Silent Reading Chapter 179: Read aloud (5)

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At that moment, Xiao Haiyang seemed to be split into three petals. The first petal was stunned and asked his ears: "What is the old man saying?"

The second flap controls his hands, trying to untie the metal ring on Fei Du’s neck. Unfortunately, although Officer Xiao has the ability to remember, he basically knows nothing about machinery and small devices, and he just listened to it. When the woman said "there was a bomb/bomb", she was even more helpless and she didn't know where to start, and her whole body was numb with anxiety.

The rest of the mind is on the back, ready to block the bullet that will break through in the next moment. Although he has not had a good life, he has never been pointed at by a gun, like lying on a guillotine. The death row prisoner has not yet been executed, he has imagined his death.

Because of the shackles on his back, the death row cannot move under the guillotine.

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

However, he didn't avoid it.

The gunshots rang abruptly behind him, Xiao Haiyang became stiff, and a thought slipped through his heart; "I'm going to die."

The feeling of "death" is only a short moment. He has no time to look back on his short life, and he is not as sad as described in the literature. His heart is very confused, like a piece of nowhere to start. Thousands of thoughts fluctuate and annihilate like a tide in the ocean of the country. The most abrupt one is: "How do you open this circle?"

The next moment, Xiao Haiyang was pushed away by someone. He kept such a stiff soul and fell to one side. Only then did he realize that the imaginary pain did not come, but a hole in his pocket was leaking——

The moment Fan Siyuan fired his shot, he was kicked by Luo Wenzhou who rushed in. The bullet went off and flew away while wiping Xiao Haiyang’s clothes. He hit his head on the broken screen phone left by Lang Qiao. It was originally a broken screen. His mobile phone died immediately, completely powerless. At the same time, the terminally ill patient's fragile bones failed to hold this foot, and Fan Siyuan's arm snapped directly, and was handcuffed by Langcholy who was following him.

Luo Wenzhou has been in a state of high stress since he heard about Fei Du’s disappearance. He roughly unloaded his emotions and threw them on the ground, ran out of his body and kicked Fan Siyuan’s gun away. , He pulled Xiao Haiyang away in one go. He knelt on the ground without looking at Fei Du at all. He shielded everything he had just heard and saw... everything out of his consciousness, and all his energy was narrowed to a thin strip, and he quickly swept across the metal ring. The structure of Fei Du methodically touched the back of Fei's neck.

At the same time, he can orderly: "Call the bomb disposal expert over."

With a "click", the metal ring opened.

The rapid influx of air swept through Fei Du’s injured throat like a violent wind, and forcibly disturbed his dying consciousness. The violent cough made him convulse, and the deadly grip was finally released, Luo Wenzhou hugged him. Staying at him, until then, the blood-stained trouser legs and the scars on Fei Du’s body were pricked into his eyes like needles, and all the voices, anger, anxiety, and fear that were just blocked by him became open. The flood of the gate suddenly drowned him.

Luo Wenzhou was so soft that he could hardly hold Fei Du.

The colleague who was just behind him rushed over.

"Team Luo, put people down!"

"Put it flat! Put it flat and let him breathe!"

"Slow down... come and help!"

Luo Wenzhou rubbed the blood stains on Fei Du's body, vaguely realized that the emergency personnel had rushed in despite the fact that the scene was not cleaned up, and followed the instructions of the emergency personnel in a daze.

Fei Du is like a bonsai that has never been broken by wind and frost.

He is not too difficult to feed. He has only two things he does not eat every day-neither this nor that. Sweet Talk is an international level, with a professional doctoral supervisor qualification for "happiness-seeking". He is like colored glaze, fragile and flawless.

"Strangling the opponent is a kind of long-flowing, enjoyable way of killing."

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

"It was not the cause of her death that trapped me."

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

"I have no... trauma."

The cold and damp basement hides boundless secret memories. He coughs involuntarily every time he mentions it, a song that will always cycle single...

All the signs were put through by Fan Siyuan’s words, the unimaginable dark truth was caught off guard, and Luo Wenzhou’s chest was hollowed out in an instant. He remembered that summer, backed by the lonely villa, as if unable to blend in. The youngsters of the world think of those clear and paranoid eyes, as if they hide countless secret eyes.

He couldn't tear time and space, strode into seven years ago, took the silent child in his arms, held the scars he never revealed in both hands, and said to him, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"I'm late..."

Fei Du seemed to have a little consciousness, and his unfocused gaze stayed on Luo Wenzhou's face for a long time, as if he had recognized him, and a smile appeared. Then Luo Wenzhou understood his lips.

He said: "No... the monsters are all cleaned up. I am the last one. Can you lock me in your house?"

Three generations, starting from dirty money and desires, the continued hatred continued 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, only one breath is left, and he can spell the biggest torture in his life to torture him.

"Hey, glasses, are you okay?" Lang Qiao wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead and stretched out his hand to lift Xiao Haiyang. Her coat has long disappeared, and the rather fashionable pin sweater has gone through some changes. It has become a more "fashionable" beggar outfit. If you wash your face clean, this maverick look can probably go to fashion week to take a few curious street shots.

Xiao Haiyang woke up like a dream, and when he saw Lang Qiao, he suddenly remembered something, and he reached out and touched in his pocket: "Sister Xiao Qiao, your phone..."

Said Xiao Haiyang, he was taken aback for a moment, and he stretched out his hand and touched him.

Lang Qiao: "What are you looking for?"

"The work permit was lost just now." Xiao Haiyang murmured, piercing his fingers from his scorched black pockets, frowning and looking around.

"Wait, I will let them find it for you," Lang Qiao pulled his arm to pass the bomb disposal expert, "It's not safe. Get out first."

"Oh...hey, I saw it!" Xiao Haiyang's work permit and guns flew out together, and landed not far away. Just at the feet of Fan Siyuan who was forcibly erected by two policemen, his wallet fell off. When he fell, he broke open, and there was a picture of Gu Zhao in the work permit of the small glasses.

Xiao Haiyang didn't like the black and white portrait of Gu Zhao. He took a group photo with him. It was taken in the park when Gu Zhao took him out to play when he was off duty. The man above looked younger and more relaxed, pressing the little boy's head, holding a marshmallow in his hand, and smiling uncomfortably at the camera, unlike the portrait.

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

Xiao Haiyang took a step forward and picked it up, blocking Fan Siyuan's sight with a pain, and wiped the dirt on it.

"Whose photo did you clip?" Lang Qiao asked casually while urging him to go quickly.

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's whole body was shocked. If he was struck by lightning, he turned his head back, struggling to rush towards Xiao Haiyang: "Wait!"

The detective who was holding him thought he was going to get some moths out, so he held him tightly, and sternly yelled: "What are you doing! Honestly!"

"Wait...wait! Show me! Come back! You show me a look..."

But Xiao Haiyang glanced back at him coldly, and did not stop.

Fan Siyuan was escorted away by the police without touching his feet, his neck twisted in an incredible arc, and he still turned his head reluctantly.

Fourteen years ago, Gu Zhao lived in his heart like that on the portrait. It was always that expression. If there was a difference, he would not recognize it.

The slender sycamore leaves that fell in the big city of Yan Gong, the young bikers were shy and gentle... They were all wiped out, and the trail was dwindling. Only then did he start to realize that he had forgotten Gu Zhao and forgot how he laughed. appearance.

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

The Chunlai Group left a deep-rooted mark on him, and together with himself, he was pinched into what he is now.

Zhang Chunling watched Fei Du being carried away, and then the policeman handcuffed him searched his body and found the phone from his pocket. The moment he took it out, a message just lit the screen. , The message content is above the lock screen: "Time is up, the game is over [picture]".

I can’t see the pictures when the screen is locked. Zhang Chunling is in a hurry and actively reported a series of passwords: "This is the password for the lock screen. Let me have a look at him, let me see him!"

The criminal policeman who caught him put a bag of evidence on his mobile phone. Through the transparent bag, he mercifully unlocked Zhang Chunling's mobile phone and showed him the picture. The numbers on the countdown card all returned to zero, and Zhang Donglai fell to one side with his eyes closed, his white shirt red with blood stains, and he didn't move.

"No! No—"

"No, no, no, don't pour it, it's slimy!" At this moment, Zhang Donglai, who was on the other side of the ocean, suddenly jumped up, with a rope tied to his body, "Red wine is also for money! Besides, you can't do it. Let me play alone!"

A circle of girls laughed and laughed, and one of the young girls with a melon-faced face shook his phone: "I lost, I lost! Brother Zhang, the person who received your message ignored you, or It’s because you have failed too much in life, or you have seen it through, anyway, you have lost, so you can’t shame!"

Zhang Donglai grinned and asked the girl to help him untie the rope and dropped the drink on his head at random—he was playing a boring "truth or dare" with the girls, and he chose "adventure" when it was his turn , Everyone asked him to pretend to be kidnapped and send the photo to a relative or friend to see their reaction.

Zhang Donglai was overwhelmed with wine by the chirping pretty girls. He didn't even consider what was wrong with the gameplay, so he happily agreed, and he was really miserable: "Don't make trouble, show me. , Who is so careless..."

His voice stopped abruptly, he saw the person who was chatting, and immediately jumped three feet high: "Damn, sister! You really belong to you, do you know who you sent the message to? Is this my dad? !"

The girl taking pictures with his mobile phone tilted her head innocently: "The note you gave to your dad is "Big Brother"?"

"Old man?" Zhang Donglai burped his wine and pulled the neckline soaked in red wine at random. "It's serious at home. I haven't seen him smile. When I was a child, he occasionally went home and talked. When I asked my sister to be two meters away from him, it was like reporting to work. I remember that Zhang Ting secretly wore a floral skirt under her school uniform when she was a child. The school teacher didn’t say anything about her, but the old man saw it. Oh, I'm going, just because of this ass, my second uncle was so angry that my second uncle didn't dare to persuade Zhang Ting, so that Zhang Ting never dared to be stinky again, a teenage girl, all day long... but we grow up. I have kissed him a lot since I got married, maybe it's because the old man is getting older."

When he said this, he suddenly realized that the girl who was just playing madly and splashed him with wine had a strange look, and the eyes under the two layers of heavy make-up and beautiful contact lenses showed a little indescribable. Compassionate, the flower-like smile reluctantly rises. Zhang Donglai: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I think of my tragic school uniform when I was a kid," the girl packed up her expression in the blink of an eye, "I haven't finished the punishment yet, don't change the subject, go and have a drink!"

Zhang Donglai was tortured sweetly by a group of girls, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "Spare me!"

Zhou Huaijin glanced condescendingly at the men and women surrounding the swimming pool, and walked out quietly.

The setting sun has begun to sink. He heard Lu Jia not far away who was calling. Lu Jia's face was always tense, and he asked the other end of the phone "Are you sure it's okay" twice. It only eased slightly, and then his voice softened. Zhou Huaijin vaguely heard him say: "Let’s go back in two days, don’t worry."

Go back—Zhou Huaijin wondered, where to go back?

He is not familiar with him in China, and Zhou's old house is not his home. His only relatives have been separated from Wangchuan.

Where else can I go back?

After a long while, Lu Jiashen came to him without knowing it. He got two ice creams from somewhere and handed them to Zhou Huaijin. According to Lu Jia, the foreign devil has a weak sense of taste and ice cream is made. It's sweeter than the domestic one, which suits his appetite, and he must eat enough before going back.

Zhou Huaijin had not studied the regional problem of ice cream taste, so she took a sip in the cold wind and shivered. Two middle-aged men sat side by side on the cold stone steps in the backyard of the hotel. Lu Jia said: "Everyone is caught."

Zhou Huaijin turned her head.

"The head of the Chunlai Group--the same group of people who chased you before--has caught the neuropathy that killed your brother." Lu Jia paused and sorted out the ins and outs for him. .

The absurd grievances of the wealthy, the insidious Zheng Kaifeng, the exploited Dong family father and daughter... and Zhou Huaixin who lay in the coffin instead of him.

The ins and outs are very complicated. After all, it is a deep hatred that has lasted for forty to fifty years. Their brother is just a corner swept by the storm of hatred, and occupies an insignificant role in the story.

Dragon sets are not counted, probably only worthy of "props".

Zhou Huaijin nodded, and slowly took a bite of the ice cream that Lu Jia gave him, feeling that his taste might be frozen, and he did not taste the ups and downs. The corner of his mouth was soaked in cream, and he was dumbfounded, suddenly lowered his head slowly, buried his face deeply between his knees, and started to cry.

Sunset buried himself on this day through his crying. It should be dawn on New Year’s Eve in Yancheng, and the sporadic firecrackers sounded gradually. The overtime detectives hurriedly washed their faces and opened a short battle. Yes, each gets busy. Wei Lan, who surrendered in the interrogation room, had leftover makeup on her face, folded her temples with her hands, and reached out for a cigarette at the police.

"My original name was Wei Lan. I killed and escaped after killing. They took me in and gave me a false identity."

"Um...Yes, I can testify."

"Regret?" Wei Lan paused, lowered his head and smiled. He flicked the soot, and no one knew who was nearby. When he got up early in the morning, he put a hang of earth red, which caused the noise of roadside cars, even in the interrogation room. Hearing it vaguely, Wei Lan listened attentively for a moment, a little lost, and murmured, "This is the Chinese New Year, right?"