Antibiotics: one in a trillion brothers

In the bedroom of a high-end apartment building in the center of Jinxiu District of City A, a middle-aged man was quietly sinking into the bed, with a thin blanket covering his lower body.

The indoor air conditioner was turned on very low, and the sun outside the window was like fire, piercing obliquely through the gaps in the thick curtains, still very dazzling.The man's face was full of ravines, showing an extremely sick sallow color, his eyes were cloudy as if shrouded in a thick layer of mist, he coughed twice, and then opened his mouth wide open to pant like a bellows. dead fish.

"Don't be nervous, it's fine."

A young man's relief came from beside him, and his slightly feminine voice complemented the gloomy and lifeless atmosphere in the room.

The young man was wearing a white dress that was out of season and oversized, hanging loosely on his bony body, looking very performance art. He was sitting on the chair beside the middle-aged man's bed, smiling softly and serenely, gently Lightly reached out to grab the sleeves of the man on the bed.The long hair pinned behind the ears fell down, revealing a piece of dull black, which made his snow-white clothes even whiter, and his pale complexion even paler. The hunched figure in the backlight was outlined with an ambiguous edge.

The terminally ill man on the bed thought for a moment that this man was really Bai Wuchang who was seducing the king of Hades.

The young man rolled up the sleeves for him round by round, each round was meticulous and even, then he crossed his hands and fingers, leaned over to his ear, and asked softly, unhurriedly, "Are you ready?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, as if a broken bellows had been pulled hard, he looked at the ice-like crystal chandelier in the ceiling, and sighed slowly: "Okay."

Hearing the answer, the young man took out three medicines and a syringe from the suitcase at his feet. He drew the medicines into the needle tube one by one, and then flicked it upright, driving out the small air bubbles in the vibration.

The middle-aged man who witnessed this move laughed funnyly, and said with a hoarse voice, "It's already here, so what does it matter if there are bubbles or not?"

The young man also smiled when he heard the words, shook his head slowly, and said quietly: "Two different things."

The brachialis muscle was bound with a rubber band, and the purple blood vessels burst out immediately. The young man picked up a piece of alcohol cotton with tweezers, and carefully wiped the epidermis of the site to be injected.

The middle-aged man said again: "No need to sterilize, it's meaningless."

But the young man still shook his head: "These are two different things. You only die once in a lifetime. If you get it wrong, there will be no chance for you to live and die again. If you are a person who does not investigate the cause of your death, there is no need to find I. Death is grand, sir."

"Heh." The middle-aged man squeezed out something like a sob or a sneer, closed his eyes, and let him go.

"There is no joy in life, and no fear in death." At the end of life, the man sighed.

The needle was inserted into the blood vessel, and the light yellow liquid was pushed in at a constant speed.

□□In the blink of an eye, the blood flowed all over the body, and then the silence of more than a minute was isolated from the outside world. The passage of time and everything appeared to be disconnected. It seems that a long time has passed, but it is only a short moment when everything is over.

When the needle was pulled out, the eyes of the middle-aged man on the bed were closed and he was lifeless. Only his fingers were spasming due to the reflexive contraction of blood vessels.

It's over, the god of death has harvested a soul.

Wang Zhao exhaled inaudibly, with the smile still on his face, silently packed up the utensils, put them back into the suitcase one by one, and finally, pulled a thin blanket to cover the still warm corpse.

The moment the door was opened, a heat wave hit the face like an explosion. The coldness behind and the heat in front were like a battlefield where frost and flames clashed.Wang Zhaocong calmly changed his shoes in the entrance, kicked his heels on the spot, opened the door and left.The sun was scorching outside, he squinted his eyes, looked up through his fingers at the white doves flying across the plateau sky, cooing and singing the song of "peace" endowed with human wishful thinking.

People always like to be passionate and put meaning, or shackles, on various things.Whether it is a living thing or a dead thing, whether it is alive or dead, all of them are dragging the complicated extension far beyond their own interior, and they are overwhelmed with carrying the inexplicable and unbreakable sacredness.

He returned to his residence, lit a cigarette but didn’t smoke it, and stared at the white smoke curling up under the midsummer night in August, until the long ashes couldn’t bear the gravity and suddenly fell to the ground, then he snuffed out the cigarette butt and tied it to the end of the rope , hanging in front of the window.

The night wind came, blowing long and short slices, a dozen cigarette butts collided with each other, playing a silent requiem.

On the first day of being transferred to City A, Yang Yi stood up straight, tall and straight like a javelin, and introduced himself loudly to the colleagues in the task force in front of him:

"My name is Yang Yi. I will work with you for a period of time starting today. Please give me your advice!"

He took off his hat and bowed respectfully.

Wearing a police uniform, he is handsome and handsome. Years of unremitting practice have shaped a pair of steel and iron bones. Under the short-sleeved police uniform, the muscles in his arms are knotted, and the cuffs are bulging like a tight hoop. Wan Yi bowed and raised his head, his eyes were piercing, and his brows were full of awe-inspiring righteousness.

Team leader Wei Hailin was full of creases on his face, and he smiled brightly. He patted Yang Yi on the back and introduced solemnly with an old tobacco and wine voice: "Don't look at Xiao Yang's young age. Last year, the 312 train station terrorist attack In the movie, as a trainee policeman, he killed two gangsters by himself and wounded three others. Later, when he ran out of bullets, he knocked down two criminals with his bare hands. Fighting, how many old policemen are not as brave as him!"

As expected, there was a small amount of amazement around, Yang Yi immediately waved his hands humbly, and said with a smile: "No, no, this little achievement is not worth mentioning. In order to maintain the stability of the country, even a policeman would rush forward at that time."

When shaking hands with colleagues in the task force, a young man who was about the same age as Yang Yi grinned and pointed his fingers back and forth: "Yang Yi, our alumni of the same class."

Yang Yi was stunned, he hesitated a little because he couldn't recall the face of the young man in front of him, hesitantly the young man said, "It's normal that you don't know me, but I know you." He has dark skin, round eyes and thick eyebrows, and his mouth is unconscious The ground pouted slightly, with a childish feeling, "You are a celebrity in the Public Security University."

Yang Yi immediately denied it politely: "It's nothing, it's just an ordinary student."

"Hey, don't be modest, this person back then," the young man pointed at Yang Yi, and yelled at his colleagues around him, "He could enter Qingbei with his college entrance examination results, but he wanted to apply to our school, so let's not talk about his brains, damn it The physical fitness is not good. It is said that no one can beat him in any event in the four years of college. What's more, he is handsome. There are not many girls in Public Security University, and they all like him. It's just natural Unbearable."

Colleagues sighed in admiration, and Yang Yi bowed his head pretending to be ashamed: "You are exaggerating."

"Every sentence is true." The young man grinned again, and extended his hand generously, "My name is Lei Ting, the thunderous Thunder."

Yang Yi smiled and shook his hand: "Good name, it sounds like a policeman."

A clerk girl said without losing the opportunity: "The personality is almost meaningless, sometimes mother-in-law and mother-in-law, even I find it annoying."

Lei Ting turned his head and said in embarrassment: "I'm a Libra, don't I suffer from choice phobia when choosing milk tea? Do you have a little tolerance?"

Everyone laughed together, and the laughter was enthusiastic, so Yang Yi also laughed heartily, pulling his mouth to the right arc, bending his eyes, and let out a "hahaha" laugh.

When tidying up the desk, Lei Ting, who was sitting across from him, asked him: "Hey, Yang Yi, why did you apply for the Public Security University? Being a policeman is tiring and hard, and it is easy to die. Like you, you have even survived a watermelon knife. I became a policeman because I couldn’t do enough cultural lessons, to be honest, you have such a good mind, why can’t you do it, being a business elite is not just lying down and making money, why do you have to think about it?”

Yang Yi was wiping the desk with a paper towel, and raised his eyebrows at him when he heard this: "I have a high level of ideological awareness, and I take it as my duty to protect my family and the country. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, right?"

Lei Ting sneered: "Ha, what you said, smells like old and pedantic clichés."

"Okay, let me tell you the truth," Yang Yi rolled his eyes, "I have had an ideal since I was a child, which was to occupy all the girls in the school. There are too many girls in other schools, and it is impossible to occupy them. Only public security schools and monk temples are easier to implement. , so after thinking twice, I decided to come here.”

Lei Ting's face was full of disbelief, he smiled and said, "Yo, I can't tell, you look serious on the surface, but you are a pervert."

"Food and sex." Yang Yi threw the tissue into the trash can two meters away, then turned to Lei Ting and asked, "Hey, brother, do you have a welcome meeting for newcomers here?"

Lei Ting was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed and nodded: "Fuck, I happen to be free tonight, so I want everyone to drink together?"

Yang Yi: "Then we have to go."

Yang Yifei quickly integrated into the new environment. When the night was full of wine, he hooked up with his male colleagues and called them brothers. He greeted each other warmly at work the next day, and called each other by nicknames. It feels as if he was a part of this place a long time ago.

He has this ability since he was a child, as long as he wants to, no one will dislike him. For him, it is too easy to please people, and it has long been as common as breathing.

A month ago, three homicides occurred in a short period of time in Dongning District of City A. The dead were all adult males, all of whom died of drug injection poisoning. The police preliminarily concluded that this was a serial murder case committed by the same person.The task force that Yang Yi joined was temporarily formed for the purpose of solving the case. The team consisted of seven members including Yang Yi. Yang Yi was assigned by Wei Hailin to partner with Lei Ting.

He just arrived here, and the first task he received was to go to Ge Yu Road to investigate and collect evidence.

"Hey, Sir Yang, look." In the scorching sun, Lei Ting elbowed Yang Yi next to him, covered his nose and sneezed again, then pointed to an unremarkable grocery store on the corner of the street, "Look, what is this store?" Name? Is there such a name?"

Although Yang Yi joined the group late, his police rank was one level higher than Lei Ting's, so he became the leader of the two-person team logically, and Lei Ting jokingly called him "Sir Yang".

Yang shaded his eyebrows with one hand, and was looking around at the surrounding terrain of Ge Yu Road. Hearing that he followed Lei Ting's direction, he couldn't help being happy: "Hey, the owner of this shop is really big-hearted. Who dares to patronize after taking this name?" .”

Geyu Road is a short and narrow street where non-motorized vehicles cannot pass through. It is sandwiched between two construction sites. It is disturbed by the noise of impact drills and cranes all day long. It is dusty and PM2.5 seriously exceeds the standard. Che then suffered from rhinitis and kept sneezing.The path was dilapidated, most of the residents and businesses along the street moved out early, and the roof and walls were cut through by excavators, leaving only the ruins with the word "demolition" on them to record the vicissitudes of life. All covered with a thick layer of dust.

In such a desolate street, there is still a shop surviving. At first glance, it looks disgraced and pitiful in the ruins, but the counter glass is bright and clean, and the shop sign of "mineral water and cigarettes" is blown by the strong wind that rolls yellow sand. It has to float around, and the colors still look very bright, obviously it has been hung recently.

Above the rusty rolling shutter door, there are several big crooked characters written in white paint: Anle Grocery Store.

Anle is an out-and-out good word, which means peace and tranquility, but just like "□□" is harmed by "□□□□", "orgasm" is implicated by "orgasm", "anle" has long been "euthanized" The pit has become a taboo referring to death.

It's fine to open the store here, but it's named "Anle".

"Go, go over and ask." Yang Yi said.

"Okay." Thunder replied.

The reason why the two came here was because the case had just made progress yesterday. The video from the road monitor at the intersection in front of Geyu Road showed that the three victims of the serial murder case had all appeared there the day before their death. And they all hurried towards the same direction, which was Ge Yu Road.Therefore, the two were ordered to investigate and collect evidence, hoping to find one or two witnesses and find out some valuable clues.

When we arrived, we realized that there were few people in this area, and it was not easy to find a place to ask questions. Yang and Lei Ting walked side by side to the strange shop in the ruins, feeling a little excited.

The dilapidated shop approached, only to find a row of cigarette butts hanging in front of the semi-open counter for no apparent reason, tied hastily with a pink plastic wrapping rope, and one end of the thread was clamped on the upper edge of the window frame with a phoenix tail clip, and the other end was Hanging down, the lengths of the ropes are uneven, fluttering in the wind, like a group of wind chimes that won't ring.

What's even more strange is that all the Yellow Crane Towers are neatly placed under the counter, and all Wahaha mineral water is stacked in the vertical freezer behind. Apart from this, there is nothing else in sight.

Yang Yi thought at the time: What a strange shop.

After stopping for a while, the shopkeeper was nowhere to be seen. "No one?" Lei Ting muttered, looking inside, and then exclaimed in surprise, "There are people, there are people inside."

Yang Yi followed him to look in, and saw that there was only a gap in the aisle blocked by the freezer. A figure in white clothes passed by. arc.

At that moment, Yang Yi's heart seemed to be pinched, his breathing was blocked, and he suddenly felt that the scorching sun in August was so dizzy.

He thought, no way.

"Boss, hello." Lei Ting greeted inside loudly.

Yang Yi heard the footsteps slowly approaching in the store, one step, two steps, three steps, each step was slow and procrastinated, he sketched the appearance of the 15-year-old man in his mind, and at the same time his name resounded through his consciousness like a buzzing, his heart Then there was a bang bang beating, and the chest was swollen with the approaching steps of the approaching person.

"what to buy?"

A voice floated faintly from the dark shadows. At that time, it was clear that the sun was burning like fire, but a question that was neither light nor heavy cooled down the temperature of the whole world.

"Hello, we are..."

"I buy cigarettes."

Lei Ting turned to Yang Yi with a look of astonishment, narrowed his neck and said, "Ah?"

Yang Dingding looked in the direction of the voice in the store and repeated word by word: "I buy cigarettes."

The footsteps stopped, and after a while, someone giggled and asked, "What cigarettes do you want?"

"Hongta Mountain."

The man remained silent for a while, then said quietly, "Only the Yellow Crane Tower."

"Then the Yellow Crane Tower."

Lei Ting was confused, looking back and forth between the figure in the shadow and Yang Yi in front of him, becoming more and more confused.Scratching his neck, sniffing his nose, "Ah Qiu" sneezed again.

Yang Yi took out a banknote from his wallet and patted it on the glass counter, said lightly, "One pack."

"it is good."

The footsteps resounded again, finally dragging the master who made the sound.A man with long hair and white clothes.

As an adult male, he was surprisingly thin, with loose long-sleeved white clothes hanging loosely, and a slight smile on his lips. Shi Shiran approached, and the hand that opened the glass cabinet to take the cigarette was skinny and pale like paper.

He took out a pack of Yellow Crane Towers, brushed his long hair behind his ears with one hand, put the cigarette on the glass cabinet, pushed it to Yang Yi, looked at him with both eyes, and smiled after a while: "You moved here too."

Even if Yang Yi didn't want to think about it now, he had to admit that he couldn't pretend not to know him, couldn't pretend to wait for him to recognize him first, once he opened his mouth and appeared in front of his eyes, he was the real him.He has changed, whether his voice is good or his appearance, but his playful and gloomy tone, his stooped and thin body, and his dismissive attitude, even after ten years of separation, cannot fade in the memory. Once we meet again, every detail will be gone. Now, like snowflakes, one after another.

He knew, and he recognized himself.

Yang Yi put away the cigarette, couldn't see the expression on his face, looked at him for a while, and said, "Yes."

The years seem to be cut off in the middle, and then continued abruptly, like the rain in the yellow plum season, which caught people off guard.The brothers meet again after a long absence, and regain the one-in-a-trillion fate, it is so dull and ordinary.

Wang Zhao picked up the banknotes on the table, counted the coins in the change box and asked casually, "Are you a policeman?"

Both Yang Yi and Lei Ting were taken aback, but Wang Zhao immediately pointed to the certificate in Lei Ting's hand, which he had just touched out to show him, Yang nodded: "Yes."

Wang Zhao lined up several pieces of change on the glass, pushed them to Yang Yi, and said, "It's pretty good, it suits you very well, and you are suitable to be a policeman." So what are you two doing?"

Lei Ting hadn't recovered from the mist, and after listening to it for a few seconds, he looked at Yang Yi, and said "uh uh" twice, and then he connected his brain circuit: "Oh, it's like this, we are investigating the case, Is it convenient for me to ask you something?" He looked back and forth at the two of them, "Well, do you know each other?"

When following Wang Zhao to the back of the small shop, the pungent musty smell filled the narrow aisle, and he took a breath straight to his brain. The aisle was not lit, and in the dark, Yang Yi could hear the voice of Wang Zhaoyong, who was walking ahead, only two people could hear clearly. Q: "Did you change your last name?"

"Yes." Yang Yi replied.

"When did this happen?"

"Sophomore year."

He smiled: "Oh."

He added: "You have grown a lot taller, your appearance has changed a lot, and your voice is also different."

Yang Yi: "You still recognize it."

Wang Zhao said: "I can recognize you, I knew it was you from the first sentence you said. Time flies so fast, you have learned to smoke."

The neither salty nor light emotion made Yang Yi choke for a long time, and a strange feeling surged in his chest for a moment, like an electric current flowing through his whole body, causing a faint restlessness somewhere, but he didn't know exactly where it was. One place is more painful than pain, sharper than itching.

He looked at Wang Zhao who was leading the way, but the latter no longer looked back at him.

……

The inquiry turned up nothing. An hour later, Wang Zhao sent the two of them away. He stood at the door of the grocery store with his hands behind his back, smiling, and said, "Sorry, I can't help you."

Yang Yi didn't say anything, Lei Ting hurriedly said: "No, no, it's okay, it's a common occurrence, there are so many people coming and going on the main road every day, how can you remember them all."

"Your store only sells Yellow Crane Tower and mineral water?" Yang Yifa asked suddenly.

Wang Zhao nodded: "Yes."

"why."

Lei Ting was also surprised, and asked in agreement: "That's right, boss, why are you selling these two?"

With a smile in his eyes, Wang Zhao stared straight at Yang for a moment. As soon as Yang looked at him calmly, Wang Zhao looked away: "There are many construction sites nearby, and they either buy cigarettes or water. After buying these two kinds of goods, the turnover is fast, and it is not easy to accumulate goods. If the quantity is large, the supplier can give me a discount."

Lei Ting suddenly realized: "Oh, that's it."

Wang Zhao smiled at him with his mouth twisted, and then waved his hands: "Well, goodbye, the two police uncles."

After saying that, he turned around and got into the dark shadows of the shop, and disappeared neatly.

Lei Ting let out an "uh" and said belatedly, "Uh, goodbye."

The wind chime-like cigarette butts dangled back and forth in the sun, like a dozen pendulums of different lengths, each measuring the time of a world.

Wang Zhao didn't ask Yang Yi where he lived until the end, the circumstances of these years, his life now, and he didn't promise to meet in the future, his smiling eyes were familiar but unfamiliar, and when he turned his head to leave, his long hair twisted in a circular arc , Turning off a style of relentless chic, no longer the obsession when waving to see the bus going north, and even began to use normal words like "goodbye" to replace those disgusting confessions.

He has really changed.

After ten years of absence, there was no eager conversation, or even a passing greeting.

Lei Ting was confused: "Are you guys familiar or not?"

Looking at his disappearing back, the blood was rushing all over his body, and the pulse waves hit his temples like pulse waves.

Yang Yi found out in a panic that the dormant beast in his body seemed to smell the long-lost smell of blood, and started to shout without warning, a little restlessness quickly swelled into a desire to tear everything apart, rushing vigorously to his brain.He gritted his teeth, unable to suppress the excitement and frenzy rising deep in his consciousness, he thought that his eyes might be red at the moment.