I came back from hell to plan a perfect revenge

Task Force.

Xiaohu and Xu Kun are on duty tonight.

Since tomorrow is the New Year's Day holiday, there are not many people in the police force, and it seems unusually quiet.

The two are holding lunch boxes and eating rice in big mouthfuls.

"Ah Kun, what's wrong with you recently? I always feel that you are absent-minded and still thinking about those things?" Xiaohu picked up a tissue and wiped his greasy mouth.

Then he got up and used the lunch box to get some hot water from the water dispenser, which was considered a bowl of soup.

Xu Kun sighed: "Yes, and no."

"What do you mean?" Xiaohu held the lunch box in one hand and shook it gently to let the remaining vegetable juice and hot water fully blend.

"My mother's illness is getting worse and worse." Xu Kun's tone was full of fatigue.

A few years ago, Xu Kun's mother had already suffered from Alzheimer's disease.

Sometimes, Xu Kun would even be mistaken for his father.

"Hey!" Xiaohu patted Xu Kun's shoulder: "Every family has its own problems!"

Xu Kun put down his lunch box, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table, and lit it. "Some time ago, I saw a private hospital that seemed to be doing clinical trials in this area. It is said to be quite effective. It seems to be called Tianhai Hospital?"

"Do you plan to go and see it?"

Xu Kun smiled bitterly: "Hey, Alzheimer's disease, a problem that troubles the whole society, if it can be cured so easily... Hey!"

The two faced each other in silence for a long time.

Xiaohu looked at the flying snowflakes outside the door and sighed: "Another year has passed!"

"I hope everything goes well in the new year, and I hope the masked man can be more peaceful..."

...

Outdoors.

This snowy night is like a ruthless hand, wiping out all the colors of the world, leaving only endless paleness and silence.

In the cramped and simple bungalow, the warm yellow light struggled hard, but it could only smudge a small piece of light.

Yu Junsheng woke up and was shocked to find that he was tied tightly to the chair with a thick rope.

Shen Feng stood quietly in the same place, and his navy blue coat looked even darker under the dim light.

The strange smiley mask made it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

"Why?" Yu Junsheng finally couldn't help but tremble and speak, with a hint of pleading in his voice, "Why do you mention the Shen family? Who are you?"

Shen Feng was silent for a moment, and laughed strangely in a low voice like a night owl.

"Who am I? I am the avenger of the Shen family."

"Ten years ago, what you did made my family destroyed. Today, it's time for you to pay back."

Yu Junsheng's body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, and the horror on his face became more and more intense.

"You...you are the child of the Shen family? You are still alive?"

Shen Feng shook his head: "I'm dead."

"You..." Yu Junsheng swallowed his saliva: "What do you mean?"

Shen Feng stood there, looking at him quietly: "Ten years ago today, I asked a question."

"I once asked my father, will we be better in the new year?"

Shen Feng's voice was choked, but this choking was extremely weird, as if the young actor with poor acting skills deliberately pretended.

"My dad said it will definitely be better, and our tomorrow will be better."

"But not long after, you ruined everything..."

Yu Junsheng opened his mouth with difficulty: "I...I was obsessed with ghosts back then...I shouldn't have done those things..."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Yu Junsheng struggled.

Although, he really regretted what he did back then.

But regret is one thing, and being willing to die for it is another.

"I..." Yu Junsheng explained with a crying voice: "I have been living in guilt for these years, look, look at the table!"

Yu Junsheng seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and said anxiously: "These years, no matter what festival it is, I, I will pay tribute to your family."

"I really regret it, regret everything I did back then."

Yu Junsheng's tears of regret burst out.

Shen Feng could see that it was true regret.

"Don't kill me, I... I really regret it."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Perhaps to survive, perhaps really know the fault, Yu Junsheng kept apologizing, tears kept falling.

Shen Feng shook his head lightly: "If apologies can make up for mistakes, the court would have been full of hypocritical confessors."

He walked towards the struggling Yu Junsheng step by step, and gently took off Yu Junsheng's glasses with his hands wearing black leather gloves.

"You, you want to kill me?" Yu Junsheng asked crying.

"I've wanted to kill you for a long time." Shen Feng pinched his two fingers hard, and the lens broke into pieces with a crisp sound.

He threw away the frame of the glasses, holding a sharp piece of glasses in his hand, and looked at Yu Junsheng playfully, "Goodbye."

"No!"

"No!"

Yu Junsheng was terrifiedStruggling, the legs of the stool hit the ground again and again.

(Harmony here)

Yu Junsheng widened his eyes and struggled hard to breathe, but could only make a "ho ho" sound.

Shen Feng squatted in front of him with a smile, muttering: "The twelfth..."

"Actually, you should be the fifth, but I have kept you until now..."

"Because only at this time, your death is the most valuable."

"Guess what, it's for?..."

Yu Junsheng widened his eyes in horror and couldn't speak.

The vision in front of him became more and more blurred.

Shen Feng got up, picked up the rag on the table, dipped it in red "paint", and drew a twisted smiley face at the corner of Yu Junsheng's mouth...

"I wish you... smile all the time, hehe..."

...

Zhang Yiyang had a dream.

A beautiful dream.

In the dream, he caught the masked man and received countless flowers and applause.

However...

Just when he thought he could see the masked man's face clearly, behind the mask, a face without any facial features appeared...

"Uh..."

Zhang Yiyang, with a dizzy head, opened his eyes in a daze.

At this moment, he was lying in front of the bar counter of the lonely island bar.

Shen Feng sat opposite him with a smell of alcohol on his face.

"I say, Boss Shen..." Zhang Yiyang said hoarsely: "You are drunk enough..."

Shen Feng teased drunkenly: "Otherwise, how can it be called drunkenness and dreaming death?"

"Huh..." Zhang Yiyang shook his head vigorously, trying to make himself sober, but the feeling of fatigue was like a shadow.

"How long have I slept?" he asked. Without waiting for Shen Feng to answer, he looked at his watch again: "Uh, I slept for almost half an hour..."

"Well," Shen Feng asked, "Do you want some coffee to refresh yourself?"

"No." Zhang Yiyang shook his head and said, "I'd better go home and rest."

He reached out to support the table and just wanted to stand up, but because of his dizzy head, he staggered and sat back down.

He rubbed his temples: "Fuck, this wine is too strong, didn't you ask me to give you advice?"

"My opinion is that it's better not to sell this wine."