Police Chen Shu

Detective Qian has been sitting in the unimportant position of detective for nearly ten years. He thought that before he reached the age and was kicked out of the Criminal University, he would have the opportunity to join the deputy department, and then go out to work as the deputy director in charge of public security in a small suburban hospital for his retirement. This life would be considered contented.

Wen Zhao also stared at Detective Qian's position with eager eyes. Although the position of detective is not good, it is a necessary step to be promoted to deputy unit. If you want to get fucked, you have to fuck the detective first.

From the first day he entered Xingda University, he had his eye on Li Meng, who was promoted quickly at a young age. In work and life, whenever there is an opportunity, I will try to get in touch with the other person, just so that I can be pulled in at the critical moment of promotion.

Xiaoji is married, but in the past, everything at home was left to his wife. In the past few years, he has worked overtime and been on duty every day without any regrets. He said that serving the people is too empty. The main reason is to achieve good results and give a good explanation to his wife who is focused on home.

Captain of the Serious Case Squadron, this was the position Li Meng promised him. Although he has been a policeman for many years, he still doubts whether the deputy captain in front of him has the ability to help him become the squadron leader. But it was obvious that the other party must have the strength to pull him down.

Everyone present had their own ideas and purposes. Although they may not be very innocent, the world of adults is not easy for anyone. If we only look at the results, they are all good men who dare to fight against K elements.

In their eyes, these K elements just have a more prominent name than ordinary criminals. Aren't they criminals with two hands and two feet?

They are serious, experienced Dongzhou detectives!

Who should be afraid? The answer is clear.

The night is quiet and the moon is like frost.

The clock has struck steadily at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Most of the windows in many buildings have been darkened. Except for the occasional room with computer screens still on, the community is quiet.

A few days ago, Xiao Cao, who was sitting on a chair and bed in an Internet cafe in the city a few hundred kilometers away from here, was leaning lazily on the guardrail of the balcony on the second floor, patting his cheeks aimlessly and lowering his eyes. Pizi looked down at a man lying on the lawn moaning because he was drunk and uncomfortable.

For some reason, he still envied this drunk guy in his heart.

Although he is half dead now, no one cares about him. But at least when the sun rises tomorrow morning, those who should go to work will go to work, those who should go home will have a normal life waiting for them.

And he has nothing left.

The crazy experiences of the past few days gave Xiao Cao a feeling of suffocation. If he hadn't settled down a little tonight to fill his stomach and drank a lot of wine to numb himself, he really felt that he might still be trapped in the fog. In the dream, it was still a nightmare.

Nightmare?

Xiao Cao couldn't help but shiver and turned his head slightly. In his peripheral vision, the noisy scene in the back room was reflected in his eyes through the glass window.

Fear crept into his heart again. The female corpse in the hotel room toilet had already frightened him, but what was even more desperate was that the two people just closed the toilet door afterwards and continued to eat and drink in the room.

It was as if the dead woman was just trash thrown in the corner, and no one cared about it. Even when going to the toilet, they used their own excrement liquid to moisten it, euphemistically calling it "cleansing" her body.

After they finished, they closed the toilet door as usual and continued to eat meat and drink in the room. They shouted in a language that only their own people could understand. Then they laughed and continued to drink, just like they were in the back room right now. The scene is exactly the same.

The dog said.

Xiao Cao closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while, but his mind couldn't stop thinking of a dark toilet, filled with the smell of blood, and the LED light above his head flickered on and off intermittently.

He saw an illusory version of himself standing there with his head lowered, his hands covered in blood, and his body shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly, the illusory self turned around and leaned on the door, knocking frantically.

The movements were intense, but not a single sound came out of his mouth.

"Hey!"

Finally, Xiao Cao could no longer suppress the feeling of nausea in his abdomen, and the food and wine mixed with bile in his stomach surged up into his throat.

He put one hand on the balcony guardrail and couldn't help but bend down.

After vomiting, Xiao Cao sat weakly on the ground, leaning against the guardrail, feeling tired and sad.

Squeak, the plastic door of the balcony was opened.

"Oh, my dear friend, why are you hiding here alone? Everyone is waiting for you. Your story fascinates us." Maybe he heard the noise outside, Aikbal Holding a beer, he pushed open the balcony door and greeted Xiao Cao loudly.

Akbar's face was flushed, his eyes flashed with a vague light, he spoke quickly, and his other hand grasped the door handle to stabilize his swaying body.

The person who looked quite cautious from the front suddenly changed his appearance once he drank. Xiao Cao slowly stood up, faced the enthusiastic Aikbal, pointed at the filth he had just vomited on the ground, and helplessly Shake his head.

"It's better to vomit it, so you can drink again!" Aike Baier glanced at the ground, walked around the pile of filth, walked to Xiao Cao with a smile, and insisted on dragging him into the inner room to drink some more cup.

Are you kidding? The way they drink it will definitely kill someone. Xiao Cao couldn't bear it and waved his hands to indicate that he couldn't drink anymore.

During the pushing, a black object fell out of Aikber's arms and landed on the dirt that Xiao Cao had just spit on the ground.

Xiao Cao was shocked when he saw this. Although he didn't know what it was, in recent days he had seen this fake old boy from the Wei clan guarding it like a treasure. Apart from taking a bath, I didn't even bother to take it out for sleeping. It must be a sacred object of faith.

Without thinking, he grabbed the box and started wiping it with his own clothes, saying quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll wipe it clean for you right now."

Akber laughed, pointed at Xiao Cao and said loudly: "My friend, be gentle, be gentle, or we will have to follow you to heaven!"

"Ah?" Xiao Cao didn't react, but he still stopped what he was doing and looked at Aikber, "What kind of paradise? Are you a Christian?"

"Haha, it just means bang, and then everyone will fly!"

"Bang?"

Akber first twisted his hands into a continuous love circle, then made a "bang" sound in his mouth, and then spread his hands suddenly in a radial shape.

Xiao Cao was stunned for a moment, and no matter how stupid he was, he realized that it meant a bomb.

Taking advantage of Xiao Cao's pause, Aikber reached out to take back the box, stuffed it into his arms again, wrapped it tightly, and then pushed Xiao Cao back into the back room with both hands without ceremony.

Even though it was late at night, the people in the room were still very welcoming and the atmosphere was strong.

"Haha, my friend, drink! Drink!"

“You have to drink more, and your drinking capacity will be better!”

“This is the best in the world”

boom.

As the door to the balcony was closed, the noise finally quieted down.

After a while, the "drunk" man lying downstairs stood up straight, raised his head and looked at the position where Xiao Cao was standing upstairs, and then left quickly without looking back, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

After the "drunk man" left, a figure flashed out from the wall not far away. He looked for a moment in the direction of the "drunk man" who had left earlier. When he saw no one appeared, he imitated that man's appearance and walked crookedly. He was a little stiff and looked like an unqualified "drunkard".

When they got closer, they discovered that this drunkard was actually Jiang Hai, who had been following the black Volkswagen that Li Meng was riding in, and was led by Dongcheng Feilong to catch the "treacherous".

Li Meng probably never imagined that while he was on a tracking mission, someone would also quietly touch his heels. This person looked quite unprofessional.

"Hey, I learned another trick."

Jiang Hai, who was lying on the ground pretending to be drunk, stared at the balcony on the second floor where the K elements were.

After a long time, there was no movement upstairs. Jiang Hai stood up unsteadily again, stumbling around the small building step by step.

After walking around for a few times and finding nothing, he lay back on the grass.

Feeling numb, I stood up again.

Tired of walking, I lay back down again.

And so on.

Then at a certain moment, Jiang Hai, who was lying on the grass pretending to be drunk and about to fall asleep, saw a fat middle-aged man coming out of the balcony on the second floor, whom he had seen for the first time.

This big fat man is not like ordinary people. At first glance, he looks like O'Neal after his retirement, and maybe a little shorter in height.

Jiang Hai, who had been harassed by mosquitoes for most of the night, saw the real Klub with great interest. After all, this person did not belong to the previous trio. Not surprisingly, he should be the owner of this house.

However, apart from bringing some surprises to Jiang Hai in terms of size, this big fat man has no other uses. He just leaned on the balcony and made a phone call for a while, and his voice sounded like he was talking about owing money and begging for mercy.

After making the call, the big fat man went back to the room.

Jiang Hai lay quietly for a moment and then started the previous cycle again.

"Tsk, tsk, you're so fat."