The spare tire is broken [Quick Transmigration]

Chou Cong didn't know why, but he would sit next to this strange young man by accident.

His name is Cheng Muyun, and Chou Cong heard it when he was taking notes just now.

It's just three vague syllables, but Chou Cong is very sure which three words it is.

He was supposed to be on vacation today, but he received a temporary assignment and rushed to the restaurant.

The situation is very complicated. Three gangsters held the restaurant's employees and guests hostage at gunpoint.

As the captain, Qiu Cong was in charge of the overall arrangement, and then he was personally in charge of the sniping.

He used to be the best sniper, he just needed to find a good position, wait for the gangsters to show up, and he could kill them. With the help of his teammates in the storm, rescuing the hostages was not a problem.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Qiu Cong arrived at the sniping position, something happened in the restaurant.

One of the hostages resisted and killed the gangster, and there was chaos inside.

It only took Chou Cong a few minutes to rush over, everything was settled, and the restaurant was in chaos.But he caught sight of the young man sitting on the ground, he was holding the injured man, and he lowered his eyes and didn't know what to look at.

Chou Cong couldn't describe his state of mind at that time, it was very strange.

He always felt that the overly good-looking young man didn't seem sad, and then, he saw the young man lower his head and put a kiss on the injured man's lips.

Chou Cong's eyebrows hidden on the black mask were tightly frowned, and then he saw a dying gangster take out a miniature pistol from his waist, aiming at the young man sitting on the ground, Chou Cong rushed up, and shot him down. The gangster was killed and his arm was injured as a result.

And then, after he was bandaged in the hospital, he stayed behind by a strange coincidence.

"My name is Cheng Muyun."

Chou Cong came back to his senses, "Oh, ah, you, hello, Chou Cong."

He was flustered, and even stuttered embarrassingly.

Fortunately, Cheng Muyun didn't seem to care, but said softly: "Just now, in the restaurant, thank you."

Qiu Cong was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to notice him in the chaotic situation just now, "It's okay, it's my responsibility to protect the citizens."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was annoyed inwardly, the words were really too formulaic, so he quickly added, "How did you recognize it?"

Cheng Muyun pointed to the bandage on his hand, "I saw that the person who was protecting me in front of me in the chaos just now had his hand scratched by a bullet."

Chou Cong was about to continue talking, but saw that the lights in the operating room were off.

Cheng Muyun stood up and greeted her.

The doctor who came out shook his head and said a few words.

Chou Cong, who is used to seeing life and death, can guess the content without hearing the content.

The people inside were not rescued.

That person seems to be Cheng Muyun's lover.

Chou Cong subconsciously stood up, moved his foot, but stopped again.The distance between the two was only two or three meters, but he and Cheng Muyun were no more than strangers.

He didn't seem to be in a position to go up to comfort.

Chou Cong's fingers trembled slightly, the anesthetic on his arm seemed to have receded, and the tingling surged up, piercing straight to the bottom of his heart.

***

Cheng Muyun is just Xiao Mingrui's friend, he can't deal with his funeral, he can only wait for the police to notify Xiao Mingrui's family members, and wait for them to come over from China to deal with it.

He left the hospital.

At this time, the sky outside was already full of stars, there were almost no pedestrians on the street, and there were few cars.

Cheng Muyun looked up and looked at the stars.

A gust of autumn wind rolled up the fallen leaves and hit his trousers with a huff.

The system asked in a low voice, "Little Zhuzi, why don't you go to see Xiao Mingrui, ah no, Wan Chengyi will see you for the last time."

Cheng Muyun was puzzled, "What's the point, the soul is gone, and that body is just a bunch of data. My purpose is to send these soul fragments away, and I'm not here to fall in love."

The system froze for a few seconds, "Then, didn't you just walk out in a daze after being hit hard?"

"Isn't that Qiu Cong here? In order not to collapse the human design, of course it has to be like this."

System: "..., you really are still that heartless bamboo."

Cheng Muyun sneered, "If I really don't have the heart, I'll tear up this punishment world and leave, leaving you and that one here."

Although the system didn't know who Cheng Muyun was talking about, it somehow thought of the man in black in the desert.

Then, it kindly changes the subject, "So what do you do next?"

"Go back first and take away the photos that Xiao Mingrui took of me, otherwise the car will overturn at Xiao Yichuan after returning home."

Cheng Muyun looked around, but did not see a taxi coming.

He sighed, "Forget it, go ahead and have a look."

The windbreaker he was wearing was still Xiao Mingrui's.

When he was held hostage in the restaurant, Xiao Mingrui took the initiative to be a hostage for him, and when he got up, he handed the windbreaker in his hand to Cheng Muyun.

It seemed to have rained a while ago, and the air was cold and damp, very cold.

Cheng Muyun put his hand in his pocket, but found a small box.

He stopped in his tracks, lowered his head, took out the box, and opened it.

Inside is a ring, and a card.

[I am the first. 】

It was a very simple sentence, Cheng Muyun stared at it for a moment, then smiled.

"Wan Chengyi actually deceived me."

System: "Ah? What?"

"He remembered it a long time ago. I don't know when it was all his routine."

Competing with yourself and being jealous is really promising.

Just then, a car stopped.Cheng Muyun looked up, and saw the window glass lowered, and the person sitting in the driver's seat was Qiu Cong.

He leaned forward and said, "It's too late now, it's not safe, I'll take you home."

Cheng Muyun nodded, "Thank you, officer."

He bent down to get into the car, fastened his seat belt, and heard someone next to him say, "Just call me Qiu Cong, I, I'm sending you back in my private capacity."

Cheng Muyun couldn't help laughing, it seemed that Chou Cong was still brooding over the sentence "It is his responsibility to protect the citizens".

Qiu Cong has been like this since he was a child, he is not good at words.

When I was living with Garbage Star, I was black and thin like a little wolf cub. At first, I was very autistic and didn't say a word.

Afterwards, with Cheng Muyun's efforts, after the communication was not hindered, he was also the type who talked less and was ruthless.

Along the way, the two had almost no communication.

Cheng Muyun could almost see that the anxiety in the air had almost solidified, so he asked, "Have you contacted his family?"

Chou Cong held the steering wheel tightly, and relaxed slightly, "Ah, um, they should be there tomorrow night. By then...do you want to go to the hospital?"

Cheng Muyun shook her head, "No, it's not necessary."

At this time, just met the red light.

Qiu Cong turned his face sideways, his gaze fell on Cheng Muyun's hand.

He was actually at the other end of the street, looking at Cheng Muyun.

Qiu Cong has good eyesight, even under the dim light, he can clearly see Cheng Muyun's expression.

He didn't want to go forward, but he couldn't just let Cheng Muyun leave alone, so he decided to secretly drive behind.

For safety, there are many homeless people around here to avoid accidents, that's what Chou Cong said to himself.

But after seeing Cheng Muyun suddenly stop, took out the ring box in his pocket and stared at it for a long time, he couldn't help but drive the car over.

Cheng Muyun's over-calmness made Qiu Cong feel more worried.

He had seen people who were distraught and even fainted after the death of their lover, and people who made a fuss and refused to accept the truth, but he had never seen Cheng Muyun behave like this.

In addition to worry, there is curiosity, and the feeling of wanting to get closer.

Chou Cong never liked to chat, and he didn't care about other people's private affairs, but now he couldn't help asking, "Why? Isn't he your lover?"

Cheng Muyun didn't deny it, but looked ahead, "I've already said goodbye to him, and that's enough. Well, it's right in front, the third house."

The car stopped smoothly.

Cheng Muyun was about to open the car door when Chou Cong said, "Mr. Cheng."

"Ok?"

He turned around, and saw Chou Cong unbuckle his seat belt, as if looking for something on his body.

After a while, he took out a piece of paper and a pen from the side, and hurriedly wrote a number on it.

"This is my contact information. If you need anything, just call this number."

Cheng Muyun took it, "Thank you."

It's a very appropriate way of handling it. Chou Cong handed over the initiative to Cheng Muyun, so he won't appear too presumptuous.

He watched Cheng Muyun get off the car, watched the wind blow Cheng Muyun's clothes, and watched the figure disappear behind the door.

Only then did Qiu Cong start the car and leave, with thoughts that he didn't understand yet.

Some strange people who have never seen before, but it makes Qiu Cong feel close to him.

However, the timing of the two's acquaintance was too bad and too inappropriate. Apart from leaving a contact information, Chou Cong couldn't find a better way.

In his twenty years of life, he had never felt this kind of helpless feeling.

***

However, Qiu Cong's cell phone never rang.

The next day, he drove to the vicinity of that street again.

The door was closed and no one showed up.

The next night, Xiao Mingrui's family members arrived, and Chou Cong heard the news from his colleagues, so he went to that street again.

The door was still closed, and there were no lights inside.

On the third day, when Qiu Cong passed by again, he finally saw someone in the garden.

But the young man standing in the garden stunned Chou Cong.

Didn't that person die three days ago?How is this going?

Qiu Cong got out of the car and walked forward.

The young man looked over and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Qiu Cong: "Xiao...Mingrui."

"Are you his friend? Unfortunately, he had an accident a few days ago."

Qiu Cong: "You..."

"I am his cousin."

A call came from inside the house, and the young man turned around, "Sorry, the house is in a mess right now, and I don't have time to entertain. I will notify relatives and friends with an obituary notice."

"Wait." Chou Cong shouted, "Then, what about the other people who live here?"

"What other people? Xiao Mingrui has always lived in this house alone."

Qiu Cong watched the man turn and go in, took out his phone and checked the time, and even wondered if he was dazed.

Could it be that it was really an illusion?

Just like the strange dreams he often had these days, there was always someone in his ear telling him to go back to where he should go.

Don't stay in this world, don't go to that person.

Chou Cong squeezed his fist violently, shook off the weird feeling, turned and left.

This is wrong, he should, should find Cheng Muyun.