Hidden Assassin

With the canopy, New Year's Eve this year was not a good year for Mu Qingqing.

After the false alarm the night before, A Mo's body was discovered by people on Xiao Ke's side, as if it was a sign that something had happened to the criminal group, such as internal strife, and the possibility of revenge on her was greatly increased. The general rule is that at this time, it is often the easiest to find the trace of the other party. Whether it is revenge or flee, there will always be a little clue. However, in the past two days, a group of Silver Tigers has evaporated like a human. Some clues that could be touched were broken in the air and disappeared without a trace.

The case couldn't be solved, and the New Year's Eve came again. The big guys were on vacation. She was like a child abandoned on the street, and her heart was empty. In fact, it wasn't for the case. She didn't have any friends here. Everyone left one after another in the morning. She didn't know where to go. Could she go home and watch a TV show? So she sat all afternoon. The case was considered several times in the empty office.

In fact, of course, the entire Public Security Bureau is not without people, but at this time, the person who arranges the shift is not a system with her, and was not familiar with it before. At this time, it does not matter when people gather together to play cards. To put it plainly, it is necessary There are reservations, especially on such days, there is no need for others to find themselves in a foreign land as a stranger-a petty bourgeois mood.

So he was happy to organize the files in the office until 5:30, called the family and a few friends to say goodbye to the New Year, and then drove away. He went to the vegetable market there when he passed the intersection every day. Under the gradual darkness of the sky, there were basically no people on the street. The lights were on in every household, and the trolley that sold sugar-fried chestnuts was still standing in the snow.

Should I ask him to go back ...

This thought flashed through my mind. She immediately shook her head and stepped on the gas pedal to leave. Even if she ran over and said it, it was mostly for nothing. If he pushed his car and walked, he would have to run the risk of being hit by a shovel. It would be too difficult for him to be slightly normal and able to communicate.

After listening to the other person's sudden opening the other night, she was slightly hesitant. The first thing to ask is the name of the other person. Sure enough, after listening to her inquiries, the fool hesitated for a while at the bedroom door and rubbed his forehead with his hands. Only a few husky words were spoken, but no matter how he asked after that, the other party did not respond. Going back to that contemplative world, but this at least proves that the other party is not actually stupid, but should be some kind of mental illness caused by headache.

Think of it, the name is so simple and extremely extreme that the whole of China doesn't know how many people are called ... Gu Jiaming ... No wonder I heard it a bit familiar, I guess I have heard this name before .... ...

When I got home all the way, I changed out my clothes and took out all kinds of meat and vegetables from the refrigerator. New year. It would be ideal to have a small hot pot and eat it alone. The problem is that there is no stove for the small hot pot, and it can only be stopped. While watching the TV and waiting for the dark, I choose and wash vegetables, and then place the chopping board on the coffee table and chop them. I prepare all the things one by one when the gongs are opened in the Spring Festival Gala. I felt very pleasing when I was there. According to her experience, the good shows of Spring Festival Gala are behind, and the food is just cooked.

Then the highlight of the whole night really came ...

Turn on the gas, ignite, and put the oil in the pot to heat up. She frowned, and the puppy smelled everywhere. The gas stove was useless for a long time. The plastic pipe leaked gas, watching the kitchen full. To the small bowl, she was dumbfounded.

A great night, I do n’t know if I can stick it with plastic tape ...

It was difficult to describe her mood. She was busy in the kitchen, and then reluctantly returned to the living room and watched the TV. She looked at the instant noodles and ham sausages on the coffee table. At about half past eight, I went to take a bath, then changed my clothes and went out, holding a large bag of potato chips in her arms-she decided anyway, and would rather starve to death rather than eat blisters ...

If you drive to the city, it seems that there are several hotels for New Year's banquets, but even if you have the money, would n’t it be more silly to eat that kind of thing, she took the potato chips and walked in the neighborhoods just like that. Everywhere in the snow, the street lights shine with mottled tree shadows, the lights are alternated in the sky, the fireworks are endless, and the streets can be seen in groups of children setting off fireworks. The protagonist's feeling is often the kind of romantic love story. Right now, I can only comfort myself in this way. Originally, I didn't feel much hungry. The more you eat the potato chips, the more you feel the belly starts to empty.

Turning a few blocks, a drop of cold rain hit her nose, and the sky began to rain. She wrapped her coat tightly and ran quickly under the eaves not far away. The rain is not heavy, but it seems that it won't stop at one and a half. In this way, when you run back, you will be drenched into chicken soup. Then you really have a sense of weakness rising from the bottom of your heart. New Year ...

Running along the eaves and stopping to the next street, the light of the trolley in the distance was so bright at the corner of Caishikou. She sprinted in a batch of coats, lowered her head, and slammed into it. In the car, the man named Gu Jiaming was sitting at the rear looking up at the fireworks and glancing at him slightly.

"Huh, this kind of sky really is only you who will be here to buy chestnuts."

"How much?"

"Anyway, let's talk about it when it gets angry ... Say you don't know if you are so confused or awake now ..."

The roof of the trolley could cover the rain. She walked to the inside, and the other party was sitting on a erected wooden box. At this time, he was packing chestnuts in a paper bag. Mu Qingqing used to cross the wooden box horizontally and divided it in half. Sit down and then pat the other half, signalling that there is still room for him.

Weighed the chestnuts and collected the money. He stood there and looked at her for a while. For a moment, he sat down on the other side of the wooden box. Mu Qingqing turned his back to him and said, "I'm homeless now."

"The gas pipe at home is broken, and there isn't even a stove. There is nothing I can do to cook, but it rains when I run out. It's the most desolate New Year's Eve. I'm talking to you here like a fool ... don't know if you're listening ... "

Holding her cheeks, Mu Qingqing said helplessly while eating, but when she looked back, she found that the other person only looked up at the fireworks. His expression was the feeling of memories, and he sighed slightly. After a long while, I started talking again.

"I remember that you used to keep your head down ... but, I know the person responsible for setting off this firework, he has a relative in the city government. It has a relationship, every year, this kind of fireworks, hundreds of thousands. Do one vote Just rested all year, he invited a group of people to dinner a year ago, and I went too ... well, there is a shark fin that tastes good ... "

When it started to rain, the streets became even more lonely. Just two people were sitting on the box next to the trolley. Perhaps because the other party didn't listen to the ground, Mu Qingqing was eating chestnuts. Speak a few words occasionally. Talk about some messy past, such as teasing my sister as a kid. A boyfriend who once made a change of heart later, was transferred to Yujiang was actually framed by people, so many, in such a night, the two were back to back, the words drowned in the fireworks and drizzle ...

It was still 10 o'clock on time. The two men pushed the car through a street full of lights and shadows. When they returned to the front of the building, Mu Qingqing tried to lift the stove in the cart, but tried several times without success. In the end, Jia Ming brought it into the room, and just raised the fire. Mu Qingqing started cooking in the living room a bit rusty. He was cutting chestnuts next to him, and there was a Spring Festival Gala on the TV.

"Anyway ... it's been a year ..."

The first dish came out of the pan, she was very happy, but the second dish was a little bit burnt. When I got the third dish, I remembered that the paprika was not taken out in the kitchen, and I ran into the kitchen to look for it. Busy, rushed out of the kitchen, the flames rose in front of the eyes, and the dishes in the pot were thrown smoothly. I saw the man named Gu Jiaming holding a spatula and stretching his right hand towards her.

After a moment's stun, she passed the paprika in her hand. After that, she watched the dishes coming out of the pot one after another, and the room was fragrant. Although these dishes and ingredients were prepared by her, but because Good communication, she can't do anything right now.

"No, you were a cook before you got sick ..."

Although it was unbelievable, not long after, a rich table of dishes was really in front of her, at least much richer than her original imagination. At this time, she hated herself for eating so many potato chips. And sugar fried chestnuts. Taking out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, she handed one of the cans to the man who had to go back to cut the chestnuts after brushing the pot, and then dragged him to the sofa, trying to figure out.

"Eat together."

After finally persuading him to pick up the chopsticks, Mu Qingqing consciously grasped a part of the communication skills. It was natural luck to wait for him to speak soberly, but as long as he was pushed to a certain position and held for a while, He will also do certain things naturally. She estimates that this man was really a cook before, otherwise how can he handle the spatula so smoothly.

It was near midnight, and the Spring Festival Gala was nearing its end. Several finale shows were also often held here. Mu Qingqing was watching beer while drinking. At this moment, she had doubts in her heart. Drinking a few cans of beer, she occasionally laughed and asked the men around her. "You must have been a chef before ..."

"Or want to be a chef ..."

"I don't know where you are ..."

"It won't be amnesia caused by a car accident or something. I read in the newspaper that some veterans even had bullets in their heads. They didn't feel for decades, but only occasionally had headaches. Would you do the same ..."

"I didn't ask where you were that day, Gu Jiaming ... I think I should find some time for you to check ..."

"Maybe you still have family, parents, relatives, friends, girlfriends, etc ... uh, but look at you stupid, you are not very handsome, you do n’t talk, you ca n’t make a girlfriend ... … If you are not convinced, just say a few words if you are not convinced ... "

"Uh, what happened to you ..."

Speaking here with a little drunken words, she suddenly found that the man around him was shaking slightly, the blood vessels on his forehead seemed to swell up, and began to sweat, "wow", the can in his hand was suddenly pinched In a ball, the beer sprayed out.

"What's wrong with you ... it's sick ... I'll find painkillers for you ..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". It was the sound of trembling teeth. As Mu Qingqing stood up, he stood up with a slight trembling, the can dropped to the ground, and his hands covered his sweaty forehead. Subsequently, Mu Qingqing watched him turn the sofa difficultly and walked to the bedroom step by step.

"Hey……"

After yelling, Mu Qingqing ran back to the bedroom, found medicine from the medicine box, took hot water and ran over, only to find that the man had curled up in the corner of the bedroom, holding both hands. Suffering from severe pain, she rushed forward to feed the medicine, but her arm was as solid as a rock, she was a trained policewoman, and her strength was not weak among the male police officers, but at this time she couldn't help it. move……

That night, she didn't sleep well.

The sudden pain of the man lasted for about a quarter of an hour, and the medicine failed to be fed. In fact, it was useless. Like the one upstairs, after suffering, he went to wash his face, and then went to bed quietly. At this time, the Spring Festival Gala was finished, and everything in the living room was in a mess. Mu Qingqing was not in a mood to clean up at this time, so he went to bed.

The effect of alcohol made her quickly fall into dreamland, but after a while, the drowsiness became shallow, and she seemed to hear some subtle sounds, like waking up once ~ www.readwn.com ~ and then fell into dreamland When she opened her eyes again, she looked at the alarm clock. It was only 4:30 in the morning and her mouth was dry. She struggled for a while in the bed and finally got up.

Open the bedroom door, the street light reflected the light on the snow, and it came in through the window. It was silver and white. The living room had been completely restored and tidy. The dishes and ingredients had been cleaned up. The spatula and even the stove had already been cleaned. Gone, the man named Gu Jiaming sat by the window and looked out the window with no movement. She walked quietly, crouched beside him, looking at the side face.

"Sometime, I'll take you to the hospital to see, shall you?"

Yesterday ’s power was cut off, and it was said that some branches broke the wires. This morning, it was just over a thousand words, and stopped again. They ran outside and said that the power was cut and then all the branches were cut off. I was so depressed that I was going to die. So I ran to the supermarket in the morning and chose the fitted clothes. I also bought two sets, which solved the problem of summer clothes. When I got home, I found that there was no incoming call when I opened the door. Then I walked to the computer. The ringing sounded, it was ... it was too punctual. I was going to sleep again. God would not let me rest ...

Suddenly found that if a long-term power outage occurs, the otaku will die ...

I don't know how to live without power ...