The spare tire is broken [Quick Transmigration]

The two still did not watch the most famous sunset in the neighboring city, but chose to return home.

The most beautiful scenery has been kept in my heart, so I don't need to stay for a long time.

When they reached the door, Xiao Mingrui held Cheng Muyun back, "Wait here for a while?"

Cheng Muyun nodded, then watched him enter the room, and came out with a camera and a tripod.

Xiao Mingrui set up the tripod, adjusted the camera, and then walked to Cheng Muyun, "Speaking of which, we haven't taken a photo together yet."

Cheng Muyun nodded, and said calmly: "Yes, we are friends in need, so let's take a photo together."

Xiao Mingrui set the timed shooting, walked over a few steps, and put his arms around Cheng Muyun's shoulders.

The two stood side by side, behind them was a small two-story building where they had lived together for nearly three months.

Then, the shutter sounded.

After taking the photos, Xiao Mingrui soaked in the darkroom.

He seems to have a unique feeling for the film machine. In the past three months, the photos he took for Cheng Muyun were all taken with that old-fashioned film SLR.

After each shooting, Xiao Mingrui would soak in the darkroom for several hours and develop the photos by himself.

Even though one hand was inconvenient, he did not seek help from Cheng Muyun.

This time, it is still the case.

When Cheng Muyun saw Xiao Mingrui went down the basement, he knew that he should be developing photos.

He sat down cross-legged in front of the fireplace in the living room, opened his sketchbook, and began to add imaginative touches to the scene he sketched today.

Cheng Muyun didn't look up until the classical clock in the living room rang eight times, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be no dinner delivered today.

Correct.

The two decided to stay in a neighboring city for one night and return tomorrow, so they called to tell the nearby restaurant that they didn't need to deliver dinner today.

But for some reason, they came back together, tacitly, without even asking each other a word.

Cheng Muyun got up and decided to believe in her cooking skills again.

At least, it should be no problem to cook it well, it's just plain boiled noodles.

When Xiao Mingrui came out from the darkroom, he happened to see Cheng Muyun coming out with his face upright.

The clear soup looks watery, and there is a poached egg that is too broken to see the shape on top of the white noodles.

With a natural expression, Xiao Mingrui sat down at the dining table and ate noodles quietly.

There was no expression on his face, and he couldn't tell whether the food in the bowl was delicious or not.

Cheng Muyun picked up a chopstick, put it in his mouth, and frowned, "I'm still not good at cooking."

Xiao Mingrui smiled, but he didn't say anything forced to praise, but said softly: "It doesn't matter, I seem to have a bit of talent, when it's ready, leave it to me."

His tone and demeanor were natural, as if it had been agreed that Cheng Muyun would continue to live here after he recovered from his injury.

Cheng Muyun glanced at him, but did not expose, "Can I have a look at the photo just now?"

Xiao Mingrui squeezed the chopsticks with a little force, and then let go, with a smile in his eyes, "Okay."

He took out the photo from his side pocket, put it on the table and pushed it over.

A very simple photo, perhaps the simplest composition in Xiao Mingrui's photography career.

The two of them occupy most of the space in the photo, and the buildings behind them are almost completely blurred.

Cheng Muyun looked at the camera and smiled, but Xiao Mingrui turned his face slightly, and his eyes fell on Cheng Muyun.

"..."

When Cheng Muyun saw this photo, he was stunned.

The system also asked, "Little Zhuzi, this photo...why is it so familiar?"

After a while, Cheng Muyun said, "Of course it seems deja vu, except that the person next to me looks different. This movement and composition are clearly the same photo with my ex-boyfriend in the first world that caused me to roll over."

The system was dumbfounded, "No, it's impossible, this is a series of dramas, didn't you say that this person is Wan Qiyi?"

"It can also be explained. After all, Wan Cheng has swallowed half of Xiao Yichuan's soul, which has been completely fused, and it is impossible to spit it out after reshaping the world."

Forget it, wait and see.

Cheng Muyun raised her eyes, "This photo is pretty good."

Xiao Mingrui smiled, "Well, I gave it to you as a commemoration of this period of time."

Cheng Muyun didn't say much, but after accepting the photo, she had a feeling in her heart that maybe it's not too long before Wan Tuyi leaves.

***

On the day Xiao Mingrui removed the plaster, the two booked a table to eat outside.

No, the accident happened.

A few desperadoes robbed the jewelry store, were cornered by the police, and broke into the restaurant.

With a gun in his hand, the desperadoes took all the employees and guests in the restaurant as hostages and confronted the police.

The road outside has been closed, and the police dispatched an elite SWAT team to surround it.

The desperado's mood became more and more anxious, as if he was discussing to kill one or two people to force the police to submit.

At this moment, Xiao Mingrui and Cheng Muyun hid in a corner, sitting with their heads lowered against the wall.

Still, a gunman approached.

He had a beard, and his eyes were filled with the madness of a doomsday lunatic, "You, come out. XXX—" He opened his mouth and spit out a lot of racially discriminatory language, and Cheng Muyun understood that he and Xiao Mingrui were staying in the corner, but Still selected, but because of skin color.

Cheng Muyun frowned, and when he was about to move, the gangster lost his patience and kicked him.

"Hmm——" Xiao Mingrui turned around to protect Cheng Muyun with sharp eyes and quick hands, and kicked him hard on the shoulder with such force that he could almost hear the sound of bones cracking.

Cheng Muyun raised his eyes, but only saw Xiao Mingrui's slightly bloodshot eyes, which suddenly became ferocious.

He panicked and was about to say something, but his mouth was gently covered.

"Senior, don't worry, I know what to do."

A low, quick word, fleeting.

It's in doubt.

Maybe it was the sudden danger, or maybe it was the gangster who attacked Cheng Muyun just now, which stimulated Wan Cheng's suspicious soul.

He squeezed Cheng Muyun's hand hard, turned around and said, "I'll go."

The gangster has a gun in his hand, and he looks down on yellow people, so he doesn't care who becomes a hostage.

Anyway, they are all going to die, and at worst, they will be killed by another one.

The gangster put a gun on Wan Chengyi's back and motioned him to walk towards the door.

The restaurant is not big, and there is only one entrance and exit facing the street. The door from the back kitchen to the back alley has been blocked with furniture.

Of the three gangsters, one was guarding the back door and the other was guarding the front. The gangster holding Wan Chengyi was in charge of controlling the hostages.

Just as he was about to walk to the door, Wan Chengyi suddenly moved. He leaned back and pinched his fingers precisely on the trigger of the man behind him.

The gangster subconsciously shot, but could not fire.

Wan Chengyi flipped his wrist, and the knife hidden in his coat just now cut off the gangster's tendon connecting his thumb.

"Ow—" With a scream, he successfully snatched the gun.

The other gangster also reacted quickly, raising his hand and shooting.

No matter how fast Wan Chengyi moved, he barely turned his body sideways, avoiding the vital points, and red blood stains appeared on his waist.

However, even if he was shot, his movements would not be affected in any way, and he would hit the shot with the captured gun in his backhand.

The criminals at the back door also ran over, and saw that they were entangled in a ball at the front door.

If you don't say anything, you will shoot.

But he didn't notice that a figure rushed over from the side and raised his hand to his eyes.

Poof—the crisp sound of the eyeball being pierced.

Severe pain hit, the gangster raised his hand to cover his eyes, raised the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet shot into the ceiling.

Wan Cheng suspected that he was free, turned to look over, raised his hand and shot again, and everything was settled.

Cheng Muyun threw down the bloody fork, turned around and rushed towards Wan Chengyi, barely holding his fallen body.

He hugged Wan Chengyi and sat on the ground.

The police outside had already noticed the movement inside and broke into the door.

The rest of the hostages seemed to react at this time, screaming in shock and chaos.

But Cheng Muyun had no time for him, he just stared at Wan Cheng suspiciously and focused.

The light in Wan Tuyi's eyes has been slightly slackened, but he has been looking at Cheng Muyun stubbornly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Cheng Muyun lowered her head, placed a kiss on his lips, and said softly: "Don't worry, we will see you again soon, be good."

"I'm waiting for you."

***

hours later.

Cheng Muyun sat silently outside the emergency room, and the lights in the emergency room were still on.Except for a few words in the notes just now, he has not spoken.

The system was a little worried, and comforted in a low voice, "It should be fine, the disaster will last for a thousand years."

Cheng Muyun smiled lightly, "What are you thinking, you can't be rescued, your soul has already left."

Seeing that he was back to normal, the system was relieved, "Ah, that's good, where is Wan Chengyi?"

"The place I took you to last time." Cheng Muyun replied casually, "It's almost time to prepare to go back to China for the plot."

System: "Well, I always feel that the sudden hijacking by gangsters is like a harbinger of the appearance of some key person. It's not that simple."

Suddenly, someone sat down next to him.

The black special police uniform should be a certain policeman handling the scene.

His arm was bandaged, probably injured in the chaos.

Cheng Muyun suddenly rang, when he was in the restaurant just now, it seemed that there was a gangster who was still alive and wanted to take revenge.At that time, there was a special police officer in full armor wearing a black mask whose face could not be seen clearly standing in front of him.

It should be this one?

However, he was in no mood to express his gratitude right now.

Even knowing that Wan Chengyi is just going back to where he should go, the sour emotions spreading in his heart still need some time to sort out.

Everything that happened was too real for Cheng Muyun to remain indifferent.

Cheng Muyun was still looking at her fingers, without raising her head, "Officer, I've said what I need to say, I want to be quiet for a while."

A bottle of ice water was handed over.

"Drink some water, your friend will be fine." The weak and pale comfort, but the voice is very familiar.

Cheng Muyun raised her head, looked over, and met a familiar face.

The complexion is slightly dark, and the whole face is purely masculine handsome, with a somewhat unruly and wild temperament, plus the black special police uniform on his body and the bandages on his arms.

This person is exactly Chou Cong who has never appeared in the previous world of punishment.

Cheng Muyun was silent for a moment, and said in his mind, "System, did you secretly hide the script without telling me?"

System: "I, I just said casually, no, really no!"

No matter what, Cheng Muyun's plan to return to China had to be postponed again.