Capture the River

The sky over Gongzhou City was cloudy, the air was heavy and humid, and the cemetery halfway up the mountain was filled with a faint smell of mud and salty smell.

Mr. Gong, dressed in a three-piece pure black suit, persuaded the last mourner away politely, turned around, walked to Qin Chuan, pulled him up, and helped him adjust his sleeves and put on another black gauze: "It's going to rain soon." ,Let's go back?"

Qin Chuan stood upright leaning against Mr. Gong, his eyes blankly glanced at the black and white photo of Yue Guangping aged and smiling on the tombstone, obviously still wandering: "Where are you going?"

Mr. Gong stared at Qin Chuan and said softly, "Go home."

Qin Chuan has reached the age of knowing his destiny. He struggled too much when he was young, probably because he had spent the good times in advance. In middle age, his skin began to loosen, his pores became enlarged, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his eyebrows folded. Although he maintained a good figure Okay, but injuries have also started to come together.

But still pretty.

Qin Chuan's original upturned eye ends were flattened and elongated by the years, and the lip line with permanent smile lines was pulled down by gravity. His skin was like jade that had been left in the room for a long time, and his sharpness was restrained, much more than when he was young The aura of calmness and prestige, and the gentleness and elegance soaked in the bones also condensed into a deeper and more harmonious texture.

It is the standard answer of "aging gracefully" in Mr. Gong's aesthetics.

He doesn't count himself, because he hasn't changed much. After all, as long as European handsome men mature, as long as they take good care of themselves, they will look the same from 20 to 50 years old. He just changed his dressing style following Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan managed to come back to his senses, raised his chin slightly and looked at Mr. Gong: "Now? Go back to Jianning?"

Mr. Gong called up the satellite cloud image on his mobile phone and took a look: "The next two days will be continuous heavy rain, it's better to go back as soon as possible. Didn't you just ask for two days off?"

Qin Chuan nodded: "Then let's go down the mountain."

A drop of cold water slid down Qin Chuan's side cheek and was gently wiped away by Mr. Gong.

Mr. Gong raised his head, a pure white light whip briefly tore through the thick lead-ash clouds, and then a thunder rolled across the pitch-black sky, and the flash of light instantly made his face as white as ice: "It's raining."

Qin Chuan took off his gold-rimmed glasses, wiped his face, and asked jokingly, "Didn't bring an umbrella? Boss Gong Da had a day when he wasn't fully prepared?"

Mr. Gong smiled, took Qin Chuan's glasses and put them in his pocket, and walked down the mountain holding his skinny hands: "It's cloudy, so I don't need to open an umbrella. It's so ugly to hold an umbrella in your hand all the time. You are now a deputy bureau leader. If you don't want to get caught, I will definitely let the bodyguards follow you. Now they are all waiting in the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, let's go."

Lightning streaked across the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

Mr. Gong held Qin Chuan's hand tightly, and his pace quickened a little, his usual thick and elegant voice was a bit unreal through the pouring rain curtain: "Qin Chuan, this is a happy funeral, don't be sad."

Qin Chuan responded: "Well, it's not that I'm sad. I'm also mentally prepared for this day, but... I'm a little at a loss."

"Then do you still hate him?"

Qin Chuan was a little surprised: "Hate? How come...Although he didn't care about me and my mother when he was young, I don't hate him."

Mr. Gong nodded, and then asked a strange question: "You have already provided for your parents' pension, and Mayor Yue publicly recognized you not long after he was hospitalized. Now that he has passed away, it is estimated that when you return to Jianning, you will be able to improve your administrative status. Now, do you...do you have anything else to satisfy?"

Qin Chuan laughed: "What you said, it seems that I have been very dissatisfied. After a few more years, I will retire when those boys in the anti-drug mouth can take care of themselves. At that time, we will raise a dog. Huskies are very good Yes, but you can't make trouble like Ah Fang used to, and now I can't help it when I'm older. Or, adopt a child?"

Mr. Gong stopped suddenly. He carefully observed Qin Chuan's eyes. The sky rumbled. Segments of raindrops carefully traced their handsome outlines, soaked their pure black suits into a deeper ink color, and then poured down on the slate in an uproar. On the road, misty water mist splashed, and it seemed that there were only two of them left in the vast world.

Mr. Gong's voice sounded so far away at this moment: "Qin Chuan, are these really what you wanted when you were sober?"

Qin Chuan also froze, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

The sky was completely overcast.

Mr. Gong sighed lightly: "Qin Chuan, it has been almost 20 years since our wedding, have you never doubted the authenticity of this world? When my father-in-law was young, he went to the mountains and went to the countryside. For you, if he never left your mother and son, then why did he become the bureau chief and even the deputy mayor of Gongzhou City? Why did you grow up alone after the college entrance examination? Why did you choose to leave Gongzhou and become an intern at the Jianning Police Station? Police? If you have been in the Jianning Anti-drug Detachment, why are you always afraid of Jiang Ting? And how did you know Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu from Jinhai Nancheng Branch?"

Qin Chuan's face was pale, he couldn't help but let go of Mr. Gong's hand, and took half a step back in a daze: "You...what are you talking about..."

At that moment, they were half a step apart, and the rain wrapped the scent of basil leaves on Mr. Gong's body to Qin Chuan's nose, but there was a glass curtain wall separating the two worlds in that half step.

Another bolt of lightning strikes according to the situation, and the world turns pale in an instant, and then sinks into an abyss where you can't see your fingers.

However, at the moment when Qin Chuan lost his mind, the mountain shook faintly under his feet, he staggered somehow, and then heard a dull gunshot distorted by the heavy rain!

Mr. Gong had already pulled Qin Chuan into his arms when he saw the light reflected in the bushes not far away. If Qin Chuan reacted after shooting, he could talk to Yue Guangping.

Mr. Gong calmly led Qin Chuan to hide among the rocks and bushes, and commented: "I don't know how to paint the muzzle of the gun black. I guess I haven't graduated from elementary school."

Qin Chuan's mind was in chaos, and he complained out of inertia: "...the nine-year compulsory education in our country does not teach this."

Mr. Gong, who received alternative education in a foreign base, shrugged his shoulders. Just as he was about to say something, he saw that the ground was shaking more and more violently. He quickly rolled forward with Qin Chuan in his arms. The bullet also avoided the cracks in the ground, and his arm strength and reaction force were several times stronger than that of Qin Chuan, who was in his 50s.

The situation is critical, Qin Chuan reluctantly regained his senses and prepared to deal with the current situation first. He got out of Mr. Gong's arms, his old arms and legs were as strong and flexible as Song Ping who was fighting with Wu Yu. Rain-soaked Meifeng: "The cemetery is strictly managed, especially today it is impossible to allow irrelevant personnel to enter and leave. How could someone attack the police with guns? And Gongzhou is not in the earthquake zone, right? The tremor is at least magnitude four."

Mr. Gong glanced at the weird rolling clouds in the sky, and twisted the turf that was turned over by the earthquake, and ran down the mountain with Qin Chuan in no hurry: "I have a more realistic explanation, do you want to hear it? "

Qin Chuan: "...Don't pretend to be aggressive at this time, just speak up."

Mr. Gong snorted, and took out a short crossbow out of nowhere, and without poking his head, he stretched out his hand and shot an arrow into the darkness in the distance: "Because this is the lost domain, limbo, which means the edge of hell. Your □ □Sleeping in reality, it wants your consciousness to stay in the dream forever, so it will satisfy all your imaginations as much as possible. When you doubt all this, it will probably find a way to kill you in accordance with the laws of physics, Then let you, who lost your memory, get lost again."

Qin Chuan was silent amid the indistinct screams and the sound of falling to the ground, and then asked: "Your explanation doesn't sound very realistic... I don't have a clear memory before the wedding, so I didn't Died in a dream?"

"Qin Bureau's reasoning ability is good. The only way to wake up from the lost realm is to commit suicide."

Deputy Director Qin wrung the heavy water from Mr. Gong's clothes, and commented: "Your tone of voice sounds like a PUA."

Mr. Gong: "..."

He took Qin Chuan to shoot an arrow to change places: "All your property is registered, and I can't even get the property rights of 527 if I cheat you to commit suicide, and you are not insured. If I have to give a reason, I want to make the cremation furnace Help you cure your old cold legs, and get rid of the moisture in the ashes by the way."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Mr. Gong smiled, he was extremely young and handsome when he smiled, the light in those black eyes was even more charming than diamond stars: "If this drags on, the pursuit of Lost Territory will only increase, and by then I may be I can't protect..."

is you.

An extremely terrifying cracking sound was heard from the bottom of the feet, and the invisible giant ax instantly split the land between Mr. Gong and Qin Chuan from bottom to top!

The dark night was still full of wind and rain, and Gongzhou under their feet was faintly shining with a vast sea of ​​lights. The laughter and steam that should have been wafting from the windows of thousands of households seemed to be forcibly frozen and snuffed out, as if separated by an indescribable force. A grand banquet was shaken by the crystal curtain, and everything in the world seemed so false under the rain and earthquake.

Mr. Gong's intuition was wrong, a violent retreat was almost hanging on the edge of the crack in one hand, without Qin Chuan's help, he raised his arms and kicked his legs suddenly, and threw himself directly from the edge of the cliff of new life!

The mountain was constantly shaking, so there was a gap of more than ten meters between him and Qin Chuan.

Mr. Gong took out the gun from the back of his waist and threw it to Qin Chuan, with a rare impatience in his tone: "Quick! If I die once in the Lost Domain, I might not be able to find you!"

The movement of the earthquake seemed to overlap with a real and illusory event in his memory. Qin Chuan had a splitting headache and asked the most crucial question: "You actually secretly carried a gun?! No, how do you know this is Lost domain?"

Mr. Gong flew up and kicked a killer who wanted to sneak attack three meters away, splashing mud all over the ground: "My dice is a product of conscience! When I'm outside, I can throw out all six sides!"

A gust of evil wind was blowing, and he was about to fall into the abyss. Enduring a headache, Qin Chuan rushed to the edge of the cliff and kicked in a roundabout way. Fortunately, his long legs did not shrink with age, and his toes barely hooked the handle of the gun. It whirled and fell into the pitch-black grass.

Ever since the earthquake began, Qin Chuan felt as if his whole body was submerged in water, his brain was not clear, and his limbs were not very obedient. He walked over with one foot deep and one shallow, and fell to the ground in a flash. Unsteady, he stopped tossing, and while groping in the mud, he yelled at Mr. Gong in the background of the increasing rain: "Then how did I die in the dream before?"

Mr. Gong did a backflip to avoid a stone that fell from the sky. At the same time, he kicked the soil clod with half of the tree root towards the shadows on the opposite side. Popped a man's head!

Seeing that it was not good, one person immediately raised his arm and was about to shoot, but Mr. Gong directly held the arm holding the gun with one hand, twisted it, and then swung it over his shoulder, and directly smashed to the ground with another killer behind him!

With the other hand, Mr. Gong caught the gun that fell from the air and fired several rounds, and at the same time shouted at Qin Chuan: "I suspect you □□ Afang, I killed you and died for love!"

Qin Chuan: "..."

Deputy Bureau Qin, who is over 50 years old, couldn't describe in words how he felt when he heard this sentence. He turned grief and anger into strength for a while, crazily digging the soil, and after holding back for a long time, he shouted: "You, surnamed Gong, are 50 years old anyway... ...Did you fucking make a fortune by talking about it! "

Mr. Gong had already kneeled a killer's larynx close to his body, and using the corpse as a meat shield, he rushed a few steps to close the distance and then smashed the killer into the air: "I'm only 30 years old outside! Uncle Qin, hurry up!"

Qin Chuan managed to find the gun in the grass pit, and when he heard this, he was furious: "I was not happy when I was 30!"

Mr. Gong kicked and kneeled a killer, grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger to kill the donkey: "Okay, go out and try!"

Qin Chuan was busy cleaning up the mud and grass roots stuffed in the barrel, and asked in shock, "What did you say?"

"I said, kill yourself quickly, and I'll let you fuck me when you wake up!"

"You liar! Did you let me fuck once in 20 years?!"

Mr. Gong kicked a killer with a sweeping kick, and at the same time hit the side of the killer with his palm. The man passed out immediately, and he took the time to turn around: "If you can't do it, write my last name in reverse!"

As the earthquake became more and more violent, the originally endless world began to shake even the edge of the sky and the earth, and the raindrops flying around in all directions, as cool as needles, made people wonder whether the world was upside down;

The killers appeared densely like locusts, and their equipment became more and more powerful, but Mr. Gong stopped him before the natural moat with his own strength, and he couldn't go beyond it;

Qin Chuan's hand movements became slower and slower, and countless scenes that appeared to be real and unreal were scrolling in his mind, like papers scattered all over the floor in a library, and he couldn't tell which shelf it came from——

Finally, Qin Chuan bit the inner wall of his mouth hard to gain a moment of sobriety: "Gong, don't forget what you told me!"

At that moment, it was extremely dark on the other side of the turbulent cliff, Mr. Gong's figure was almost completely submerged in the killer, but Qin Chuan felt that he clearly saw him turn his head back, showing himself a yuppie smile for 20 years, Eyes bright as obsidian:

"Well, I promise you to join hands with whiteheads, dye your hair and bake oil together. If you still want to go out, I will always be with you, Brother Qin—Qing."

Qin Chuan raised the corners of his drooping lips, and looked up in the rainy sky with an innocent and eager smile like a boy.

A shot went off.