old man feeding rules

"Don't move, don't force him to shoot. In the magazine is the last bullet that Officer Qian put in before his death. I don't think he wants this bullet to kill his comrades. You also give him a chance to rest in peace." Bar."

Jiang Xun almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he heard this, and swung his fist, even if the muzzle of the gun was on his forehead, Cheng Rang would take back the words.

But it was such a person who was willing to risk his life for the bottom line, but when he saw the muzzle of the gun turned towards Zhuang Xiaoai, he withdrew his hand and used his body to block the weapon that could kill him at any time.

He half-kneeled on the ground, threw away the only lighter he could defend himself, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I said, don't touch them!"

Cheng Rang, who was punched in the chaos, rubbed the red, swollen and sore corner of his mouth, looking a little embarrassed, got up and patted the dust on his body, raised his leg and kicked Jiang Xun's mandible with a knee, which hurt He couldn't speak anymore.

"Damn it, put your nose on your face." Cheng Rang snatched the gun from his accomplice, pointed it at Jiang Xun's head and pressed the trigger.

At that moment, Jiang Xun thought that his failed life was about to end in the hands of this madman. It was a pity that he failed to bring people to justice, but he was also somewhat relieved to go and return with Chitose.

At the moment of the gunshot, the trajectory of the bullet deviated from the original trajectory, so that the expected severe pain did not come for a long time, it was just a slight scorching pain.

Cheng Rang seemed to be holding his breath, seeing that Jiang Xun was still in a half-kneeling posture, and the bullet was only relieved after leaving a bloodstain on the side of his neck.

Jiang Xun was still in a daze of shock, and when he recovered, he only heard the sound of the phone's buttons. Cheng Rang stared behind him, showing a reverent and awe-inspiring expression.

He wanted to see what was going on behind him, but when he turned his head, a gun butt fell on his head. The severe dizziness was followed by pain, and hot blood flowed down his forehead, which made him unable to open his eyes. The strong smell of blood was overwhelming. It made him nauseous.

For a moment, he could only hear his heavy panting and rapid typing, and the bright light of the screen flashed before his eyes, making him suspicious.

dumb?

No, not necessarily, maybe it's just to hide his identity, if the other party is a complete stranger to him, there is no need to do so.

Does he know this person?

At this moment, apart from the missing Qin Shu, he couldn't find any other possibility.

No, he doesn't believe it, it can't be Qin Shu, although he hasn't confirmed it with his own eyes...

Wait, he really didn't personally confirm Qin Shu's state after the car accident, all the rumors are just hearsay, if this car accident was planned by someone...

It's a pity that the other party didn't give him time to think carefully, Cheng Rang roughly picked him up from the ground, forcing him to swallow a groan.

Cheng Rang took the gun from his accomplice, held the barrel, and lightly tapped Jiang Xun's chest with the butt, "You should remember who this police gun belongs to. I haven't had a chance since Officer Qian fell off the building." Use it, now it belongs to you, you can use it to kill or kill yourself, but I want to remind you, there is only one bullet in your magazine, the last bullet Chitose put in, how to use it It's up to you."

The faceless accomplice nodded, and Cheng Rang let go, and Jiang Xun, who had lost his support, fell again, and the gun fell in front of him, and he snatched it without thinking, and pointed it at Cheng Rang.

"I don't think you are so stupid as to threaten my accomplice with my life. Don't forget, we are a group of mobs tied together by interests, and we fly separately when disaster strikes. If I die here, I will be shot dead by the police at best. I don’t even expect them to make a deal with you for me, so don’t be naive, Jiang, deputy, branch, team leader.”

As he spoke, Cheng Rang showed a sly look, "But I can still fight for myself. Look, what is this?"

He slowly raised his hand, holding a thumb-sized remote control in his hand, Zhuang Xiaoai in the corner screamed in fright when seeing this, Jiang Xun turned his head and looked completely panicked.

I saw some messy wires on Zhuang Xiaoai's body connected to a box with a digital screen, and the time displayed on it was exactly three hours, no more and no less.

"Vice Jiang, our game is about to begin. These three hours are enough for you to save a young life, and it's also enough for you to become a traitor to the police. If you don't believe me, why don't you bet on me?"

Cheng Rang's fingers lingered on the remote control, forcing Jiang Xun to let go.

He let Cheng Rang go, and he didn't turn around to look at the accomplice to satisfy his curiosity. After several experiences, he realized that this group of people came prepared, and rash actions would only harm others and themselves.

"That's right. Now listen to my game rules carefully. You are the only player who can move freely on the scene. Didn't you always want to know why your master Liang Minghua hid the truth about the falling from the building? Didn't you want to know whether Lan Shan died or not?" In whose hand, how did Chen Dongsheng die strangely at the sewer entrance of the Municipal Bureau, and why did Qiantose..."

"Enough! What is your purpose?"

Cheng Rang smiled, and then the smile froze on his face, and the smile in his eyes gradually dimmed, turning into a kind of sadness.

"I want you to exchange your past. I want to know what happened ten years ago."

"No..." Jiang Xun only felt a splitting headache, and the pain from deep in the brain to resist was more than a hundred times more painful than the wound that was still bleeding.

His body is trying its best to seal up the memory of the past, and once he touches that taboo, he will clamor for dissatisfaction.

Seeing his trance-like appearance, Cheng Rang had already guessed in his heart.

"You can, you can think of it," Cheng Rang said softly, as if begging, but also as a bewitching whisper.

Compared to him, his accomplice seemed much impatient, and directly raised his hand and shot Zhuang Zhengren who was unconscious.

The loud noise brought back Jiang Xun's consciousness. When he saw the blood gradually spreading from under Zhuang Zhengren's body, his mind went blank, his ears buzzed, and even Zhuang Xiaoai's cry was far away. He couldn't hear clearly, and everything in front of him seemed like an unreal illusion.

Cheng Rang's reaction was a little numb, and he announced in a calm tone: "The game has begun, remember that everything you encounter next is a repetition of actions from ten years ago, and I will assist you in recalling and present everything that happened that year in its original form. Give it to me, or..."

He walked up to the crying Zhuang Xiaoai, tore off the thread from her body, strangled her neck with his arms, and put the gun on her head.

"Otherwise, the ending will be different from ten years ago. I will kill all the hostages in front of you...if you can survive."

"No!" Jiang Xun still wanted to bargain with him, but before he could open his mouth, he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck.

When he wanted to turn his head to look, his body was already paralyzed, and his mind was pulled away almost instantly, and he passed out and lost consciousness.

When he was able to open his eyes, his eyes were filled with blood.

Jiang Xun instinctively wanted to avoid the impact of that scene, but he still couldn't avoid the unrepentant face.

Zhuang Zhengren's eyes were wide open, his tongue was spitting out, he was obviously deathly frightened, the blood under his body had already started to solidify, and the strong smell of blood made him sick, and at this moment, he was suspended Under the platform on the second floor, even the height is almost the same as in memory.

Jiang Xun took a deep breath and bit his untied left wrist. The tingling pain made his mind clearer, and he forcibly recovered his senses and the ability to control his body from the anesthetic until his wrist was bitten bloody dripping.

He had to cheer himself up to face everything in front of him, spat out a mouthful of blood, and managed to get out.

Judging from the current situation, his bound right hand is bruised, numb, and swollen due to poor blood flow, but there is no sign of necrosis. It seems that he was suspended for only more than 20 minutes, and it is not far from him. There happened to be a container at the same height as him, and it seemed that the so-called game had already begun.

He shook his body forward vigorously, bounced a few times in the air, and then jumped onto the cargo box. He bit open the hemp rope binding his wrist with his teeth, stretched his stiff and bloodshot fingers, and looked down to see a bag on the cargo box. Compressed biscuits, a bottle of mineral water, and a dagger, and the gun that Cheng Rang left him was pinned to his waist.

While putting away the dagger, he looked at the serial number on the Type 92, and it really was Chitose's gun.

Without thinking too much, he put the safety on the gun directly, then jumped off the cargo box, and walked to Zhuang Zhengren's side to check his condition. Sure enough, he was out of breath and his muscles began to stiffen.

Jiang Xun determined that the other party died of hemorrhage caused by internal organ rupture, but the situation at the scene was a bit weird.

Before Cheng Rang's accomplices attacked, Zhuang Zhengren remained in a coma, and did not react after being shot, but now he looked grim and dead, which showed that the shot did not kill him at that time.

The most likely guess is that Zhuang Zhengren was originally Cheng Rang's accomplice, who jointly hijacked his daughter and played the role of a victim who was involved. Unfortunately, the fake show was real, and he was slandered by his accomplice and lost. life.

Thinking that in this "game", the other party was playing the role of the little boy who had saved his life, Jiang Xun couldn't control his inner resistance, and finally couldn't help but vomited out while holding the shelf.

He has only drank a few cups of coffee since morning, and his physical strength is obviously not keeping up, but he still ignores the supplies left by the organizers. There are too many elements involved in this group of people, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not poison the food , there is nothing wrong with being cautious.

In his memory, the case ten years ago until Lao Liang and Wan Ge put him down from a height is already his entire memory. Seven to eight images, details such as the order and angle of the shelves, echoed the pictures hidden deep in the restricted area of ​​memory even after he saw the scene here, which is enough to see that Cheng Rang, who arranged here, had a great deal of love back then. There is some understanding of the case.

But when the case happened, Cheng Rang was still a kid in high school, how could he know the details of the case?

unless……

Unless, as Peng Xueqing said, he was one of the dozens of students who were held hostage at the time.

So how would that young Cheng Rang feel when he faced the gangsters and Lao Liang who was going to rescue him?

Jiang Xun stood under the suspended rope, at the place where Lao Liang rescued him, looked up at the place where he had saved his life just now, and suddenly felt a faint light flickering on the edge of the platform, and he immediately followed Climbed up with the cargo box, raised his hand and touched it, it was a mobile phone.

What was played on the screen was a picture of a man lying on a hospital bed being imprisoned.

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