Where to send the rest of your life

The devil is one foot tall, and the Tao is one foot high. Although Geng Senping is not a devil, and Ye Fusi is not a Tao, but after only half a month, the two legs that Xue Wenxi bought with a lot of money were blatantly bloodied by Ye Fusi. After hanging the gate of the police station, all the newspapers in Shanghai went crazy this time.

The police station has never been so lively. The internal decision-makers temporarily mobilized three sub-teams to block the layers of reporters holding cameras, but those two legs still appeared on the front page of the newspaper in bold print. In the various gossip in the streets and alleys, not only did the crowd not panic, but an uncontrollable excitement emerged. After all, how can such a good show happen every year?

I have to say that there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, and people like Ye Fusi are still very efficient in doing things-one morning on the streets of Nanjing, Xue Wenxi was holding a newspaper in his hand, still eating fried dough sticks in his mouth, while admiring and thought with satisfaction.

Geng Senping is not stupid, he has always been cautious during this period of time, no matter where he goes, he has never taken it lightly, but unfortunately, no matter how good the target protection measures are, it can't stand the people who have collected the money to try day and night.

Just being frightened is enough.

Ye Fusi put in a lot of effort beforehand, although he was not entrusted by Xue Wenxi, he tied Fu Xiaoyu and threw it aside on his own initiative, and sawed off Geng Senping's leg in front of him, and then he took it easy Take care of that wound so that he doesn't lose too much blood and die.

But Fu Xiaoyu witnessed this tragedy, she was so frightened that she turned into a puddle of mud on the spot, she couldn't pull herself up, she screamed "Don't kill me" and cried at the same time.

Ye Fusi was a little curious now, he remembered Fu Xiaoyu, he had no choice but to lose his hand because of that small oil lamp that night, so he didn't like this person very much, and then he looked at Fu Xiaoyu coldly and covered his ears on the ground Trembling, started talking gibberish.

Ye Fusi asked a few random questions, and he said everything, and pushed everything on Geng Senping, saying that he was just jealous, and that if he was not doing well, he expected others to be worse. , He suddenly changed his words and said that it had nothing to do with him.

"It's just so funny," Yeves said on the phone. "It's like watching a play."

Xue Wenxi was also a little dumbfounded. It was not easy for him to make this phone call, but the content was not nutritious. It was because he was in a good mood that he started to talk a little bit ramblingly: "Brother Ye is indeed very skilled. I will trouble you no more."

Ye Fusi was also unequivocal, he spoke in a different way, he likes Xue Wenxi to give money readily, so he deserves to be straightforward: "Brother Xue, don't be polite, you should take money to do things, don't be afraid of trouble. "

After complimenting each other, the two hung up the phone and went to work on their own.

After a while, after the turmoil subsided, Geng Senping appeared in front of the crowd in a wheelchair, firmly declaring on behalf of the law enforcement officers that from now on, everyone will spare no effort to bring the perpetrators of this accident to justice.

The suspect has been tentatively identified as Xue Moumou, former director of the Shanghai Police Department.

The collective madness of the Shanghai press and the people set off a second round of climax.

The news in Hong Kong is naturally not blocked. The newspapers that Xue Yu and his wife ordered have not been broken since the second one.

Xue Tanpei didn't like reading books, but reading newspapers was okay, so he was happy to read them every day, knowing what happened in other places, and not being looked down upon too much.He thinks so.

That day when he was having breakfast, he glanced at the newspaper, and couldn't eat any more. He picked up his coat and went out without a word, and then went straight to the hospital.

He wanted to show Jin Yunhe the newspaper.

When he entered the ward, Jin Yunhe was laying idly on the bed and picking his fingers. He has recently developed a habit of touching his face whenever his hands are free. Whenever he touches his face, he feels distressed. In order not to feel distressed, he picks his fingers.

"I'll show you something." At this moment, Xue Tanpei had rushed into the ward, and then directly put the newspaper across Jin Yunhe's face.

Jin Yunhe looked up at him blankly, then lowered his head to read the newspaper.

While reading, the corners of Jin Yunhe's mouth suddenly opened, and then he immediately got up, changed his previous wilting attitude, and waved the pillow and danced on the bed: "Hahahahahaha let them be arrogant, Xue Tanpei, you are too powerful !"

"Xue Tanpei! Hahaha" Then he jumped on Xue Tanpei's body and hung on, still unable to stop laughing.

Xue Tanpei supported his body, allowing him to laugh wildly, and felt a bad breath coming out of his heart.I have to say that he was relieved to see Jin Yunhe's crazy appearance.

He can stop being so guilty, and that's pretty important.

Jin Yunhe couldn't help laughing for a while, opened the small medicine box beside the bed, and hummed a song to give himself an injection.

Xue Tanpei took a strange look: "Why did you inject yourself?"

Jin Yunhe paused when he heard this, and said perfunctorily, "If I know how to fight, I will fight."

Xue Tanpei couldn't find anything wrong, so he resisted the urge to stop him, and carefully looked at his thin white arm - the old wound on it had not faded, but it was already covered with dense pinholes.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he began to think about taking Jin Yunhe home, so he said, "I think you've almost recovered, why don't you go home."

Jin Yunhe paused again, nodded: "Okay." Then he casually mentioned, "Do you still have money?"

Xue Tanpei nodded: "Of course, you don't have to worry."

Jin Yunhe smiled wryly and stopped talking.

Xue Tanpei put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and then left: "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Yeah." Jin Yunhe smiled at him, as if that face was still good.

This smile made Xue Tanpei feel sad, and he left in a hurry.