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"This kind of thing has to be judged by the court in the end! - Someone has to sue first, right?" Lan Xiaoqiong said: "After answering the last phone call that day, Cheng Luxue knew something was wrong, and after a few days she died. I fell ill... You know what happened later, the main culprit finally obeyed the law and paid for it with his life."

"It's too cheap for him!..." I resented, hugging my head and rubbing.

Lan Xiaoqiong glanced at me, and said, "Let me tell you, so what if I really send that elementary school boy to prison? Her husband won't come back either!... The place where Qiu Junwu works is not unprepared. As soon as the lawsuit started, it was the first case to drag Cheng Luxue down first... What an infuriating thing! I should vomit blood if I want to! ——Unfriendly people? Farmers and snakes?!... "

"Qiu Junwu is no longer working in "Business Weekly"... Now, the grass chicken has become a phoenix..." I gritted my teeth, this Qiu Junwu is really not a bright person, and he deliberately deceived me to ask Cheng Luxue before.If you really asked, wouldn't you use my hand to cut Cheng Luxue's heart bloody again? !

I was trembling with anger, Lan Xiaoqiong touched my back and sighed: "Hey...after drinking, you shouldn't talk about these damn dirty things..."

"Thank you." I said, rubbing my sore forehead.

"Cut..." Lan Xiaoqiong drank the leftover wine in the glass and snorted softly: "What I told you, the whole police station knows..."

The whole police station knows, so what can I do?

After breaking up with Lan Xiaoqiong at the alley, she insisted on calling a taxi to take me home.

The head is heavier than the legs, and the legs are heavier than lead.

Climb up the stairs step by step and open the door.The room is dark, and the outside is filled with mottled light mixed with tree shadows.

I didn't turn on the light, took a shower, and hastily dried my hair. I fell on the bed dizzy. After a while, the tears couldn't stop rushing down, soaking the pillow.

I'm really useless, I can't help you with anything, I can only let others bully her...

That night, I was half asleep and half awake, and the three words "Qiu Junwu" floated in front of my eyes and filled my ears.

His obscure smile had a sharp and vicious meaning, but at a certain moment, I opened my eyes slightly, outside the window in the dead of night, the autumn wind was blowing, the fallen leaves were rustling, and the cold breath tried to squeeze into the window, but it really squeezed. into the window.

I sat up, under the twilight moonlight, my body was shivering cold.

If he intends to injure others with a knife, why is he smiling so desolately and distantly, as if there are thousands of sighs in his heart that are hard to be known by others, so let's not be known by others...

But I only saw it hastily, and besides, I was so angry at the time, I really didn't see it blindly?

poof, poof...

On the blank rice paper on the table under the window, one end was suppressed by a stone, and the other end was plucked by the hidden wind.

I must be too sensitive, and I have committed a common problem of painters' profession-then Qiu Junwu just smiled like this, does he have to find out some deeper meaning?

...Conceited to be keen in observation, in fact, it is too sensitive.

"Alas..." Sighed lightly, covered the quilt and fell down, trying not to think about anything.

The alcohol hit me for a while, and I fell asleep, but I dreamed of the sweetness of roses.

In the dark background, a full pale pink petal fell to the ground, silently...

I seem to see who and who, and whose silhouettes are looking back at me one by one.

But in an instant, these images of tall, short, low, but low suddenly dissipated, like a flower shape shattered, blowing with the wind.

I couldn't draw the outline anymore, I thought it was a lucid dream.

After all, it is difficult to return the lost things. If you have good memories, you should only remember the good ones at the beginning.

If Cheng Luxue chooses to refuse to bury her, should I also choose to completely forget it? ...

The next day was cloudy.

Early in the frosty and foggy morning, watching the person in charge of the pig farm beaming and eloquent in front of the media who came to interview me from a distance, I shrugged indifferently.

Pig feed case closed.Pigs can't stick to fat, not because they use fake feed, but because they use real feed.Pigs that eat conscientious feed naturally don't grow fat and courageous like pigs that are heavily dosed.

Several pig farms in this area have been closed for rectification. For the abuse of illegal additives, people have been detained and fined.

After sending off the consultant teacher of the Agricultural University who had finished the interview, I walked through the traffic line in front of the big iron gate of the pig farm, thinking of saying hello to the person in charge of the farm, and then I went back to the city.I still have to drive for more than an hour, and I have to write a lengthy final report. My face is even more indifferent in the cold and dewy suburbs.

The air was extremely cold, and even the slightest drop of rain disappeared as soon as it touched my face. I hurried away and passed by a wide and long van. Out of the corner of my eye, the door in the belly of the car was opened, and it turned out that Qiu Junwu was sitting there alone wrapped in a windbreaker , faintly lit a cigarette, and leaned out half of his body.

The cigarette butt in his hand was condensed for a long time, and he didn't notice me.

In the clear sky, when I saw my enemy for the first time, there was no reason not to say hello. With my pockets in hand, I walked up to him and said, "Yo! Isn't this the Director Qiu of the News editorial department?"

When Qiu Junwu saw it was me, he straightened up unconsciously, and the ash bombs on his fingers fell to the ground.

Seeing that he immediately avoided my gaze, I raised my chin, pointed to the scene of the "click" click" shutter sound in the pig farm, and said, "This is your important news? "

Knowing that the visitor was not kind, Qiu Junwu looked at the pig farm, Wen Mo said: "Pork is a matter of people's livelihood. Besides..." He lightly raised the end of his glasses: "Officer Huang doesn't think that any news reports related to animals, such as pigs Ah, dogs are often very eye-catching, and have a kind of morbid attraction?"

I said to myself, you are a beast.

"That's heavy taste..." I looked sideways.

"I'm not sure about the taste, I just know what kind of news is the most popular..."

After Qiu Junwu finished his sentence, I exploded like a petrol barrel lit with kerosene.

There is no cure for this person!

Suppressing the overwhelming anger, I gave Qiu Junwu a sympathetic look: "Director Qiu, let's take care of ourselves."

The corner of Qiu Junwu's mouth curled up, his eyes didn't move, he looked ahead, and said flatly, "Officer Huang, I've learned..."

I drew back and took a step, my heart suddenly moved, I turned around and asked him: "Qiu Junwu, is this a pseudonym?"

Qiu Junwu was taken aback, and raised his head: "Why, there is no one named Qiu in this world?"

I nodded slightly, then looked at him again and asked, "Do you know Damask roses?"

Qiu Junwu's face did not change, but the fine eyebrows and eyes that were always modestly hidden behind the thin lenses were revealed in a concentrated manner, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He swallowed lightly, rolling his throat.

"It seems... I have heard..." He lowered his eyebrows as usual, and soon took a puff of cigarette with strange movements.

I looked at the sky, the fog was so heavy, white and dense, scattered in the dense withered forest in the outskirts, it seemed to be dispersing for a while, and it seemed to be coming for a while.

There was something looming in his mind, and he retreated between breaths.

Without saying hello, I got back in the car and headed back to the city.

The ups and downs in my heart are like the winding mountain road in front of me, which makes people feel uneasy.

The corners of my eyes became more wet, thinking of last night's dream.

It's not a dream, it's the fragments that I have ignored in every reality, and I can't put them together.

The temple hurts a lot, is it a hangover?

How could it be a hangover...

I don't want to think about it, I can't think about it, I hold the steering wheel tightly, grit my teeth and try to convince myself who is about to escape—there is indeed something wrong with Hua Ao's case...

There was still action in the afternoon, and my mind was in a mess. When I returned to the bureau, I saw people coming and going from the team, and the backyard was full of cars.

"Yellow kitten! Why did you just come back!" Pei Zheng saw me at the entrance of the parking lot, held the car door and raised his hand and urged: "Hurry up! There are still 15 minutes to go!"

Looking at my watch, I was told to drive for three hours on the way home after more than an hour. How careless it is?

I hurriedly agreed with a "huh" and didn't dare to think about other things. Against the flow of people, I rushed to the firearms department in three steps and two steps, and received a [-]-style pistol with five rounds of bullets.

"Waist holster? Shoulder holster?" The gun store manager asked briefly.

I swiped and signed, and answered: "Shoulder cover."

This round of encirclement and suppression of illegal gambling stalls, the streets and alleys in the old city are complicated. Naturally, the more concealed the better, it also prevents gun grabbing.

While the administrator was checking the bullets and magazines, I quickly took off my short coat, and put the underarm holster on my shoulders securely.

A few minutes later, I set off with the large group. I was driving, and there were three other male colleagues and one female colleague in the car, all carrying guns.We followed the lead car, just behind the command car.Pei is directing the car to keep in touch with the teams through the walkie-talkie from time to time.

Half an hour later, where the black gambling stall was hiding, there was a group of low-rise buildings with vehicles of all sizes parked in all directions, and the adjacent corridors and roofs were covered with plainclothes.

According to the plan, Chang Ying, a female colleague in the same car, and I tried it out first.

The bureau also found two sets of old clothes from somewhere, and we were both dressed in dust in autumn.

With another dirty bed tied up in my hands, I followed Chang Ying upstairs.

The dilapidated porch on the fifth floor, the hollowed-out brick railing reveals the true color of red clay, and there are three or five broken enamel pots on the railing, where green onions are planted.

Ambushing soldiers on both sides, Chang Ying said vehemently: "Nizi! But here, right?" The voice was thick with a provincial dialect accent.

As I followed her, I said childishly, "Auntie, stop looking, I'm tired, I want to go home!"

Chang Ying stopped in front of a door, the word "Fu" on the door panel was mottled and hard to read.

"What are you talking about? - This is the household! Look at you, you can't suffer a little bit!..." Chang Ying deliberately loudly knocked on the iron door with her hands: "Open the door, open the door! Xiao Deng, My niece is here!—Little Deng! Little Deng!—”

When the gap in the inner door opened in Shaoqing, a big man with a cropped head came out, and said, "What are you doing?!"

Chang Ying said, "Huh? Is Xiao Deng there?"

Cun Tou frowned annoyedly: "What little Deng!"

"His old man introduced us. My niece works as a waiter in his big hotel, with food and lodging included. His old man agreed, um... we paid for our clothes!" Chang Ying refused to let her go. , holding a crumpled note.

"What big hotel, let's go!" Cun Tou snorted, what does that mean—was he cheated?

I honestly stood aside with my hands down, shrinking my neck from the cold, and there was no abnormal sound in the dark crack of the door.

"Hey! Young man!" Seeing that the door was about to close, Chang Ying said, "Your aunt's eyesight is not good, please help your aunt to see if the address of this dormitory is right! Check it out!"

Cun Tou looked at her impatiently, she turned her head and glanced at me in distaste, and scolded: "You are illiterate, and you can't even find a place to put the quilt! ——It's hard for you to go to elementary school, and you will know how to eat!" After finishing speaking, she pinched me .

"Ouch!" I screamed, bowing my head and crying: "Auntie, you can't read or write?!..."

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