we are bad boys

Two days later, Shenyang, in the morning.

"Dakang, do you believe me?" He sat on the bed with a pockmarked face, his back leaning against the head of the bed, fluid dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he looked straight at Dakang.

"Believe it!" Dakang glanced up at the pockmarked face, grinned and put the toilet in the crotch of the pockmarked face, nodded and said: "Believe it, believe it! Come on, continue to shush...!"

"Snapped!!"

With a pockmarked face, Dakang raised his hand abruptly, and Dakang suddenly raised his left hand. In an instant, there was a crisp sound on Dakang's neck, and then there were five finger prints on his dark skin. Dakang paused for a moment, and said helplessly: " I still have to practice, the speed is still slow, and the angle is still very tricky!"

"You lied...you lied!" The pockmarked face pointed at the tip of Dakang's nose, his mouth was not closed, and he couldn't tell if he was smiling or couldn't close it at all.

"Yeah, I'm lying, keep shhh!" Dakang rubbed one side of his swollen face, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you slapped me 76 times, okay, I have to hit back , when I was a child, my dad didn't even touch my face, breaking double digits!"

"Hehe!" The pockmarked face clasped its fingers, nodded blankly, and a strange laugh came out of its throat.

"Wow hoo hoo!"

After coaxing for a long time, the pockmarked face finally urinated, filled with foul-smelling yellow liquid, half-filled the toilet, Dakang raised his head and asked tentatively, "Is it all right?"

The pockmarked face is still smirking, maybe he has never laughed so stupidly in his life, he is a little bit repeated, as if he is back to the infancy when he didn't understand anything, two fingers, he can play very happily and very satisfied.

Dakang didn't receive an answer, so he could only tentatively move the toilet, and after seeing that the pockmarked face had finished urinating, he took it off slowly, closed the lid, took out two pieces of paper, and wiped the pockmarked crotch carefully. Wipe it to prevent the underwear from being soiled and smelly.

"What do you want to eat? Ancestor?" Dakang asked with a smile on his pock-marked face as he lit a cigarette and was sweating from his busy schedule.

"Fried dough sticks, fried dough sticks!!" Pockmarked said happily, swinging his arms.

"Hehe, once you mention eating, you'll be cured immediately!" Dakang grinned, nodded, and said after discussing, "Wait Huiang, I'll buy this cigarette for you after I finish smoking it!"

Inside the house, I, Binbin, Zhouzhou, and Gao Dong stood at the window, looking at the pock-marked and Dakang, and I didn't know whether to be thankful or dumbfounded.

Human feelings are sometimes like ghosts, you really drink too much, stand at the gate of the crematorium, call him out, often get no reply, but when you hold the prayer beads in your hand, you feel that you are also very enlightened, everywhere When you are talking about Zen techniques, there may be a ghost standing in front of you begging you to save it.Why are feelings called feelings? ?Because it is not controlled by people, it has been flowing slowly in our lives, but at a certain point, at a certain moment, once it bursts out, it will be a huge wave and a sound like thunder!!

As for Pockmarked and Dakang, it was obviously too late for their emotional outburst...

"Go buy it for him, I'll just watch him!" I looked up at Dakang and said something.

When Dakang heard what I said, he glanced back at me, and said lightly: "It's okay, I'll go by myself later, the company has something else to do, you go back!"

When I heard what he said, I smiled helplessly. Since the pockmarked face had an accident, Dakang and Wang Mumu took turns to take care of it. I was never allowed to contact alone, and no one else could get in their hands. They were afraid that I would make the pockmarked face go crazy. There are no opportunities for me, and I am not sure, I think about it.

.......

On the other side, in the cafeteria of the Shenyang Public Security Bureau at noon, Wang Mingquan from the Technical Criminal Investigation Department packed a box of lunch and glanced around. Most of the cafeteria was full. He walked to the farthest table and looked down. Two stools Together, a file bag was placed in the middle to occupy the place, and with a smile, Wang Mingquan sat opposite, put down the dinner plate, and began to eat.

A few minutes later, Guan Yu's two iron rods also came over with dinner plates, saw Wang Mingquan paused, smiled and joked, "****, it's the first time I've seen you in the police force for so long. Eating in the cafeteria! What's wrong, the wife's family is bankrupt?"

"What do you mean? Do I look like someone who eats soft food?" Wang Mingquan asked with a smile and bared his teeth.

"Well, you don't look like a person who eats a soft meal!" The other iron man took off the portfolio and said something.

"Fuck, don't tell my brother that it's useless! Which of your robbery and murder cases requires the help of our technical department to solve it. In Saimian, I burned those two broken phones for you, don't you believe it?" Wang Mingquan stood up. Said unwillingly.

"...Quick, give Big Wang Wang a whole bottle of soda!"

"Ha ha!"

The three grinned and chatted while eating. Wang Mingquan opened three bottles of soda with a bottle opener and asked casually, "Hey, what have you been doing lately? Which information is almost out, why don't you go get it? "

"The case is almost done, the person has been caught, and the mouth is very stubborn. When Guan team got angry, he sent him directly to the death cell of the detention center. When did he arrive at the second department, and when was he working on materials, let him vent his anger first, don't be in a hurry!! Busy What about other cases!" A burly man hurriedly filled his mouth with food and replied vaguely.

"Another case? What business?" Wang Mingquan put down two bottles of drinks, pushed them down beside the two, and continued chatting.

"It's not a big case! It's about to be closed!" The other person paused and replied ambiguously. Wang Mingquan nodded after listening, and didn't ask any more questions. Eating at noon was like a fight. Within 10 minutes, the house was in a mess. After the two irons finished eating, they said to Wang Mingquan, "Eat first, we still have things to do!"

"I don't want to eat anymore, please help me bring the plate over!" Wang Mingquan took out his smartphone, fiddled with it quickly, and said while staring down at the screen.

"There's so much more, why don't you eat?? It's a luxury for this daughter-in-law's family to be rich!" The strong man picked up Wang Mingquan's plate and teased.

"Fuck off, don't talk nonsense!" Wang Mingquan replied, and the other person picked up the plate and reached for the file bag on the stool with difficulty.

"Fuck, Treaty of Shimonoseki? They are inseparable! Just put JB here!" Wang Mingquan said jokingly after taking a sip of soda.

"It's okay, let's go straight away!" The man picked up the file bag with his fingers, then greeted Wang Mingquan, and ran to the pallet recycling area.

A few minutes later, the two left the restaurant. Wang Mingquan stood up right after him, put the phone in his pocket, and followed them out. The two irons didn't go back directly to the Municipal Bureau, but got into a Jetta and ran down the street. After driving away, Wang Mingquan glanced around and took a taxi to follow up again. After less than half an hour, the two cars kept a long distance and stopped at the gate of the Xiajiashu Police Station one after the other. on the street ahead.