Cub's father is not human

At the beginning of the new year, the police station held countless meetings during the first and second half of the month, including case reports, plans for the beginning of the year, recruitment of new recruits, and training of police officers. .

It was the first time Fan Lang went home before it was dark, but he just went to pack a few clothes and left again.

"Is the police station so busy?" Fan's mother picked up a box of Lulu from her relatives for the Chinese New Year and asked Fan Lang to take it to drink. After a month, Fan Lang lost a lot of weight, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse. If you stand close, you can smell the smoke on him.

Fan Lang coughed, "It's okay, there are a few new recruits in the bureau, I'll lead the training this year, heck, I won't be back these few days, I'm going to live in a military academy." His voice was low and hoarse, smoking As a result of smoking too much, there is no way, I can't hold it without smoking.

Fan's mother went to the cabinet and took out two sweaters for him, "You brought all thin ones, the winter is not over yet, and your body will be hurt again." She planned to pack Fan Lang's luggage.

Fan Lang helped her mother to sit on the bed, "Oh, don't move, the bones in your legs haven't grown yet. I can do it myself, and I can't wear too thick for training. The knee pads I bought for you are called my dad. Bring it to you, Fan Lin, heck, Fan Lin is living in school, so don't be too busy, take care of her, I'll call you, okay?"

Fan Lang frowned and coughed, and Fan's mother nagged him again, "You are not allowed to smoke, you must smoke"

Fan Lang raised his head with an ugly smile, glanced at his mother, then lowered his head to pack his luggage, and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay, I'll be fine when I'm free. Mom, I'm leaving." Helped her up and walked out of the bedroom, and asked her to sit on the wheelchair next to the sofa, "You can just sit here." He was wearing black leather gloves and pure black cowhide boots under his feet. The wind and snow are like an old and standing pine tree.

Fan’s mother worriedly watched her son walk out of the house without looking back. There was still an unfinished sweater on the sofa. The patterns and colors on it were smooth and smooth. Under the sweater, there was folded and tightly folded paper. After opening, there was a detailed explanation of needlework Fancy drawings.

She looked at the stitches and stitches outlined above, just like Fan Lang's thoughtfulness in every word, and sighed sadly, as if her hair turned gray due to the pressure.

Fan Lang didn't drive, he took a taxi with his luggage and headed to the bus station. He closed his eyes and rested behind the car. After walking for half an hour, the car stopped moving for almost 10 minutes.

"Master, is there a traffic jam ahead?" Fan Lang woke up after noticing it. After resting for a while, he obviously felt much better. Looking under the glass of the car, there was a dense crowd of people and cars.

"There must be an accident ahead. The traffic police have been here for a long time and they haven't been able to solve it. Take a look, these are all people rushing there to watch the excitement." The taxi driver rolled down the window of the car and asked the people gathered on the roadside, "What's the matter?" ,This is"

"Someone jumped off the building, the tall building on the street in front, two people, one has already jumped off, the ambulance can't get over, and the other is hanging on the billboard next to the building"

The taxi driver was about to ask Fan Lang if he needed to take a detour, and Fan Lang opened the door and got off, "Master, help me check my luggage, I'm a policeman"

The high-rise buildings on the side of the road can only be seen by looking up at the top of the building for a long time. People are bumping into each other, people are crowded, cars are criss-crossed, and there is no traffic jam. Fan Lang finally walked to the place, and the police had already arrived, pulling out a long road borderline.

"Comrade, please step back, come on, aunts and uncles, step back, the ambulance can't get in," the police yelled loudly to maintain order.

Fan Lang saw a man lying on the ground surrounded by latitude and longitude lines, his brain was bleeding white, he was lying on his stomach and crawling on the ground, not moving at all, he was already dying.The ambulance was called for the man who was still hanging upstairs.

The airbag can only be spread out in a small area. This is the junction of the road, and the traffic is in a mess.

"I'm a policeman, let me in." He took out his ID and showed it to the policeman. Fan Lang is a criminal policeman, and he is mainly responsible for investigation. What's more, their department is special, so they seldom directly confront such a big movement. How to know him.

"Criminal investigation department, hello, comrade." After putting Fan Lang in, he stood directly at the scene and realized that the person hanging on the high place was hanging on the iron shelf of the advertisement upstairs. Hanging on the billboard, precariously.

"Fan Lang, it's really time for you to come." The policeman in charge of this area is called Lao Ma, who has met Fan Lang before when he handed over the case.

"Can you go up?" Fan Lang asked.

The old horse's expression was not good, and he raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the high place, "Three people have already gone up, and a few helpers have also gone up. There is a rope, but he is stuck in the middle, which is not conducive to rescue. Injured, the shelf probably hooked the body."

Along the little place under the billboard, blood dripped down.

"How long has it been?"

"Someone reported the crime within 5 minutes of the incident. We have been here for 10 minutes and have already called for help from the armed police." Lao Ma sighed and looked around. The area was surrounded by cars and people, and the ambulance couldn't get through.

Fan Lang surveyed the surrounding area. There is a shopping mall below and an office building above. Each floor has air-conditioning racks and a few anti-theft bars. The commercial building has 35 floors. The man probably hangs on the seventeenth or eighth floors.

"Hold me the clothes, I'll go up from below, and your people will respond from above—" Before Fan Lang could finish his sentence, there were deafening screams from all around, and the person hanging above seemed to be awake, turning his head slightly After passing the body, the whole body swayed downwards, which was very thrilling and frightened the surrounding crowd to scream.

"It's too late, I'll go up first, give me a walkie-talkie, I'll tie a safety rope on him first." Fan Lang threw his clothes to the old horse, took his walkie-talkie, rushed into the blocked mall, and held down the car on the side of the road , jump on the car cover, and use the height of the car to jump on the glass door of the shopping mall.

"I'll go, you're really good at it!" Someone saw Fan Lang on the side of the road and immediately called out, pointing at him and saying, "That's a policeman too."

"Sure, it's either a policeman or a soldier"

There is no second floor in the commercial building, it is counted from the third floor, except for the air conditioner, there is no other place upstairs, and the glass can't catch it.

When he climbed to the seventh or eighth floor, Fan Lang was sweating profusely. His back was pressed against the wall. The higher he went, the fewer the protective barriers, so he had to borrow strength from the air conditioner.

The onlookers below all turned their eyes to Fan Lang, and the old horse said to be careful, be careful.

The police and a few helpers on the top floor of the commercial building went up, and it was even more thrilling to look down from the top. The windows were embedded in the building, and there was still a lot of distance from the top floor.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was so hot that people couldn't open their eyes. Even in winter, when encountering such a thing, they would be sweating anxiously.

Yin Li hooked his head and looked down, a black spot was climbing up, flickering, because he needed to jump on the air conditioner from time to time and then climbed up the lower edge of the upper floor.

This is where he works. This happened at noon, and everyone in the office went out to help. When the police were about to go up to the roof, he followed directly from the office.

Yin Li squinted his eyes and looked down vigorously. With that movement, that shape, and this look, Yin Li was so frightened that he lost half of his soul. He hurriedly ran to the nearest policeman and snatched the walkie-talkie that he was using.

"Hey, you man, something from the police." The man was still talking, ready to scold Yin Li.

I saw Yin Li running to the side of the building holding the walkie-talkie, hooking his head, facing the walkie-talkie, waving his hands downstairs, and shouting anxiously, "Fan Lang, is that you, Fan Lang!"