The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Fifth grade.

In this day that should be full of festive atmosphere, there is an air of chilling in it.

A man with rough palms appeared in the shanty town holding two Colts. He just stood on the roadside with his head lowered and waited.

It wasn't until a staff member wearing a Meng Neng police uniform came out of the front room and lightly sprayed the door with spray paint to mark it that he reached out and knocked on the roof of the car next to it.

At that moment, two more people got out of the car.

One is a dark and strong man holding a shotgun, tightening the pipe pot on his mouth; the other is a guy who can't move half of his face.

The three people rushed towards the marked house. When they arrived at the door, they raised their legs and kicked directly towards the door - ugh!

As soon as the door opened, the man with the shotgun was the first to rush in. He didn't care whether the room was dark or not, and he didn't care whether the first person he saw after entering was a man or a woman. He picked up the gun and pulled the trigger directly - —Boom!

In the room, the man standing in the room was still dazed, and was knocked away by a sudden gunshot. The next second, the man with rough hands held Colt in his hands, and hit anyone he saw when he entered the room - bang, bang, Bang, bang!

After a few shots, the three of them turned around and left without saying a word.

Only dead bodies were left in the room...

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

As they walked out of the shanty town, the sound of firecrackers, two kicks, flying monkeys and other sounds could be heard one after another. The gunshots just now seemed to be nothing at all under the cover of these things, and people seemed not to pay much attention to them, just letting them leave.

After these people got on the bus, they asked with paralysis, "Where will we go next?"

Yutou, who was driving the car, didn't even turn on the ignition. He just sat in the car and said, "Listen to Teacher Yu and go wherever you tell me."

The fish head is back.

Not only is the fish head back, but the old smoker is also back.

Since there was no news from the West Asians, they also lost their maximum income from selling goods, so they naturally wanted to come back.

It happened that the Suzheng Bureau was cleaning up the entire Menneng, and it was difficult for the police station to take action on this kind of thing. This group of people hiding in the corner were once again living a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife.

"Teacher Yu, is he really back from the dark prison?" Lao Yanqiang muttered when he was bored.

Yutou responded: "Who says it's not?"

"Our miserable hands are stained with blood, and it's up to her to become a successful person. How the hell is this reasonable?"

Facial paralysis asked back: "Is the underworld also reasonable?"

Hahahahaha...

Only then did the whole car burst into laughter, as if they hadn't killed anyone just now, just as if they had gone to someone's house to say hello, and they were chatting so happily.

At this moment, a stream of blood slowly flowed out from the door of the shanty town. The blood turned black on the ground at the door. The blood and sand mixed into mud, and the smell was pungent.

……

Straighten the situation.

Three in the afternoon.

Guan Mao walked into Teacher Yu's office with a folder. When he read to the folder: "Yu Bureau, after most of the refugees were evacuated, the police station, the Solemnity Bureau, and the Judicial Committee conducted another inspection on People whose identities were unclear were verified and there were 127 in total, including 98 who were willing to go to the police station to assist in the investigation and insisted that they were not refugees."

"Twenty-nine people found various excuses to evade or avoid. Seventeen of them have been cleared by us. They are still being cleared. It should be over by nightfall."

Teacher Yu lowered his head and smiled while writing furiously: "Is it over?"

"This is only on the surface. Remember, it is always best to clean up what is on the surface. This is just the beginning. As long as the war in northern Myanmar does not stop, this matter will never end."

Guan Mao was stunned for a moment: "Then, our focus next is to dig out these people?"

Teacher Yu put down his pen: "What are you poaching them for?"

"After a lot of effort, you finally dug out a few spies who didn't say anything?"

"Do you plan to work overtime until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month?"

Guan Mao groaned and sighed: "Then..."

"After this cleanup, these people hiding in the dark probably don't dare to act rashly. There is no need for us to dig them out, let alone waste this energy. Maybe we will need to borrow them if there is any false information in the future. Pass it on through your mouth. When today’s matter is over, all of you will officially start to make up for your Spring Festival vacation. We are not iron men."

Guan Mao raised his hands in excitement, and then he remembered his immediate boss: "Yu Bureau, do you want to take a break too?"

"I can't divorce. Someone has to report the entire progress to our Master Xu. You can divorce yourselves." When Guan Mao looked at Teacher Yu again, he found that this woman was different from the one he had known before.

Before, she was exactly the same as everyone else. She would sit on the table with a glass of wine and talk about her ideals. After getting drunk, she would forget everything; now, she doesn't say anything, but she always thinks about everything. , like a mountain, blocking everyone, protecting them from wind and rain.

Guan Mao suddenly felt sorry for her.

Slowly pulled out the chair opposite the desk: "Yu Bureau..."

"Is there anything else?"

Teacher Yu watched him sit down and asked in a very official manner, then sat upright, folded his arms and leaned back.

At that time, Guan Mao didn't dare to sit down at all. He only stood up halfway, as if he saw the 'majesty'.

"No, no."

He walked out of the office and scratched the back of his head with his hand strangely, as if he sensed something, but also as if this was a matter of course.

……

Night show.

While everyone in the city was busy, Bujea sat alone in the largest private room. An old song that had been popular for a long time was playing on the speaker. He asked him to turn the speaker to the maximum.

"Even if you die, you need to love me!"

“It’s not enjoyable if it’s not full and vivid!!”

Boureat just sat in the room, holding a wine glass, pouring the most expensive foreign wine in the entire night show into the glass one by one.

He no longer felt the pain of being disappointed in this relationship, but... he was a little disappointed, as if he felt a little guilty because he didn't find a place to drink like this.

Especially like a man who hasn't finished sending messages to his ex after falling out of love. Even if he is scolded, he doesn't feel too sad, just a little embarrassed, but he just wants to drink.

I still get confused occasionally...

……

Xiaoxiao's family.

She had just finished taking a shower wearing a bathrobe and her hair wrapped in a towel. While chatting with her best friend on video, she used her feet to hold the dressing table and put nail polish on her toenails.

"Hey, since when did you like this deep red color?"

The best friend in the video asked.

Xiaoxiao said directly: "What do I like?"

"Our Lao Xu likes it."

"You don't even know that on New Year's Day, after I was thrown on the bed, the way it was used was different from before. I used to carry it, but now I don't know what happened, just playing with it... I painted this on that day Nail polish, I guess he might like this?"

Best friend: "What kind of magic power does this old Xu have? Is he so fascinated by you?"

"That's not the case." Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and shook her head with certainty: "No, not at all."

"Then what are you doing?"

Xiaoxiao thought for a long time and suddenly smiled: "I guess it's love."

Best friend: "Smelly! Shameless!"

……

2016 is here, and everyone is saying goodbye to the past year in various ways. Some people are indifferent, and some are living in confusion. In fact, these are not important.

The important thing is that in this dimension, no one has the ability to seize time.

Youth doesn't work, beauty doesn't work, love doesn't work, money doesn't work, killing doesn't work, and power doesn't work.

Everyone can only appreciate the scenery along the long river of time, and can neither refuse nor stop it.

And looking back, those things that cannot be returned are called the past, and the happy years in the past are called hearty. We will take these things out and put them on the wine table and describe them repeatedly...

But the grievances, embarrassing unruliness, and frustration and decadence that make us hurt are all hidden deep in our hearts.

We think we have forgotten them all, we lie to ourselves that we have forgotten them, and then, at a sleepless night, in a daze moment, they will suddenly pop up and disgust you. (End of chapter)