Two flowers bloom, one dead branch

Gu Changze is a second-generation official, and Jiang Yuchu knew it, so he broke through his limits time and time again, wanting to prove that he, who has no family background, can stand shoulder to shoulder with him by strength.

But now he regrets it.

Although the face in the video was a little blurry, he recognized it at a glance, because this person used to be Gu Changze's first love, a stingy second-generation ancestor named Qin Xiaofeng.

Qin Xiaofeng can't do anything, but he is extremely talented in getting into trouble, and Gu Changze came to the rescue several times.

Jiang Yuchu didn't care much or was jealous, because Gu Changze did admit that Qin Xiaofeng was troublesome, and he himself repeatedly helped out because of inertia, he was used to wiping people's ass since he was a child, and on the other hand, the official and business circles in Zhuoran City were mixed. No matter what, the rich second-generation officials and the second-generation officials always show some affection for each other.

You help me, I help you, many things will be solved.

He forced himself to calm down, read the letter over and over nervously, and watched the video over and over again.

In the end, he knelt on the cold ground with his head down for a long while before his eyes moved undetectably, showing no sign of anger.

How calm you appear, how chaotic you are inside.

Anxiety, irritability, panic, and bewilderment all rushed to my heart, colliding with each other, turning my brain upside down.

He didn't need to turn himself in, he was right, he could prove it to Uncle Gu, but his father would never know.

When Jiang Yuchu stepped into the police station, he felt that he was very rational now, even though his mind was blank.

But if he wanted to bring down Qin Xiaofeng through legal means, he could only do so through the police and the evidence in his hand. He was not a person with great powers and background, and he couldn't reach the circle of the second generation of officials and businessmen.

The policeman who received him had his eyes widened after watching the video, and hurriedly asked his superiors for instructions. After a while, a middle-aged man called "Border Bureau" came out with a smile on his face. .

For some reason, the moment the potbellied police officer came out, a thunderbolt struck Jiang Yuchu's mind, and his fine hairs suddenly exploded. When the other party was taking notes, he subconsciously gave a fake name and forgot to bring it with his ID card. Not remembering the ID number was a poor excuse and left in a hurry.

He pulled the zipper of his clothes to the top to cover his chin, lowered his hat, and walked with his head down, all the way without surveillance. Taking the opportunity, he took out the memory card and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his clothes, and wandered into the alley. If you dodge, the person disappears.

After a while, a young man emerged from the wall timidly. It was the little policeman who had been received just now. He looked left and right, muttered something strange to himself, and came out of the shadows. He took two steps forward, but stepped on the mud.

This small alley is all concrete, where did the soil come from?

There is a lot of dirt on the top of the wall——

He raised his head as if he felt something, and was facing Jiang Yuchu's strange smiling face, then his shoulders sank, his eyes darkened, and he didn't know anything.

When he woke up again, he felt that his hands and feet were bound, his eyes were covered, and something was stuffed in his mouth.

A gloomy and deep voice sang nursery rhymes softly and slowly, each sentence was slowly stretched out and changed in tone, it sounded eerie and terrifying: "I am a painter, and I am very good at painting..."

The surrounding was terrifyingly silent, something cold and sharp was scratching across his face and neck, wandering around his throbbing arteries because of nervousness, he seemed to be in some distress because he didn't know where to start.

"I want to paint the new house so..."

The sticky, greasy voice like a snake laughed, and blew two breaths in his ear, which made his goosebumps jump up from his back to the Tianling Gai, and his white sweat all exploded.

There was a sudden stabbing pain in his neck, and the young man whined twice, and the voice hissed in a low voice, like a lover whispering in his ear, "Are you telling the truth? If you don't, I'm about to start brushing."

The hot and humid smell came, and he knew that he was incontinent, but at this moment, he couldn't care about anything and could only nod his head violently.

Jiang Yuchu took a chair and sat across from him, leaned over, and slowly took out the towel from the young man's mouth and threw it aside.

Have you ever seen a puppet laugh?

The bright red lips, the round black eyes, and the two lumps of blunt powder on the pale face, staring at you so straightly, on the bedside, on the sofa, anywhere you can see when you turn around.

Wherever you go, the puppet will follow you.

Jiang Yuchu's smile now is as rigid as a puppet.

He opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of white teeth, his eyes were wide open, his amber pupils just looked at people without blinking, his expression was stiff and false: "Why did you follow me?"

The surrounding air cooled down, instantly entering a world of ice and snow.

This voice is no longer the cool and pleasant sound it used to be, it is as gentle as the spring water flowing by, but it makes people feel cold all over, with an indescribable sense of oppression and tension.

The little young man felt something knocking on his leg every now and then, and was so frightened that he lost his soul and stuttered when he spoke, with a crying sound.

"The edge, edge, edge game let me follow, he said, said, said that the video in your hand must be taken, taken back."

As soon as Jiang Yuchu's expression changed, he leaned back in the chair, put his long legs on the table, and slowly trimmed his nails with the blade of a butterfly/butterfly/knife. It seems that he doesn't care about this border guard.

The room was terribly quiet, and the beating of someone's heartbeat was amplified countless times.

Within a few minutes, the young man couldn't stand the suffocating atmosphere, and asked with some fear, "You, are you still there?"

He only heard someone sigh, so he continued tremblingly: "The bureau, the bureau, the bureau, the bureau has been paying close attention to the manslaughter case these past few years. , we dare not ask more questions.”

"fault?"

Jiang Yuchu paused, "You call this...a negligence?"

Xiaonian almost cried, "They all call it that. I've only been here for a year and a half, so I don't know anything."

At this time, he suddenly felt a chill on the side of his neck, and his gentle and flirtatious breath swept past his ears, but the words he said could scare people to pieces.

"Guess, how high will the blood spurt out when I go down with the knife? Oops, I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I hit a vein. Look at the dark red color. Do you hear me? The blood is dripping, dripping, dripping." Falling down, it won't take long before you will go into shock, and after a while, you will be drained..."

The young man was shaking like a sieve, he really heard something dripping on the ground with a bang sound, his neck was hot and humid as if something was flowing down continuously, the tip of his nose was filled with a strong smell of blood, that The painter's ballad was about to turn into a nightmarish sound, and it became a three-dimensional surround in my head.

He felt cold all over his body, and his head became dizzy.

The chill brought by the blood loss invades the limbs, is it about to die?

Consciousness plunged into darkness.

Jiang Yuchu watched his head droop and clicked his tongue.

The brain's self-suggestion is really powerful.

Psychologist Gardner used a death row prisoner as a sample to conduct a bloodletting experiment. He put hot water through a tube above the human arm, and the water dripped into the bottle along the arm. By the time of the third bottle, the person was in shock, and by the fifth bottle , the person has died, and the symptoms of death are exactly the same as those of bloodletting death, but in fact he did not shed a drop of blood.

Jiang Yuchu carefully put a Band-Aid on the small wound on the man's neck, still with a strawberry pattern on it, but after looking at it for a while, he felt that the sticker was crooked, so he tore it off and pasted a new one, as if he was satisfied Clapping his hands, he picked up the plastic bottle that was dripping from the table and threw it into the trash can, then untied him and moved him to the bed, then went downstairs and left the small hotel.

He walked to the front desk, tapped the table lightly with his index finger, and only a slightly thin and pale lip was exposed under the brim of the hat, "This beautiful sister, the buddy I brought here just now woke up and said that he would pay the room fee. Go up and have a look in a few minutes, I'm still in a hurry to leave."