Twenty minutes later, Wang Junwu walked out of the woods with a group of night guards.
Beside him was Wang Yan who had his arms twisted and a metal ring similar to a dog chain around his neck.
Unlike the wild laughter that came from the valley, the eyes of this nineteen-year-old boy were full of fear and confusion.
"Three dead, just grab this one."
After a busy night, Wang Junwu was exhausted.
He signaled his subordinates to take people down, clapped his hands, "The operation is over, let's close the team."
Zhao Xiaokui jumped out of the trunk.
Lin Bai felt a gust of wind blowing past him.
Wang Junwu noticed Zhao Xiaokui's arrival, but before he could stop her, she had already punched Wang Yan in the face.
Wang Yan was directly smashed to the ground by her, with a confused expression.
After a while, the belated pain made his expression grim. He stared at Zhao Xiaokui, his eyes were so angry that they seemed to be able to shoot out flames, struggling and shouting like a fish on a chopping board: "I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
There was silence all around, time seemed to have been pressed the pause button, everyone was watching this scene, but no one stood up to stop her.
Zhao Xiaokui raised his foot and stepped on Wang Yan's face.
Slim and beautiful calves, stepping on heavy military boots, firmly fixed his face on the ground.
He was speechless for a moment and could only writhe frantically like a poor caterpillar.
Zhao Xiaokui didn't speak, just stared at him with a little force under his feet.
Wang Yan's head sank little by little into the muddy ground that had just rained, tears and snot pouring out together, and a whimpering sound came from his nasal cavity.
He was still very young, only nineteen.
None of the night keeper present, including Zhao Xiaokui, was younger than him.
The roar of the explosion and the painful groans of the comrades in arms seemed to still be echoing in my ears, watching this scene, no one felt pity, only happy.
Some people's eyes were red and their fists were clenched, and they only wished that the person who stepped on the ground was themselves.
But Zhao Xiaokui can do it, they can't.
They are night men, soldiers who are forbidden.
I don't know when it started to rain.
patter.
Raindrops hit people's faces, cold.
Wang Yan's anger was extinguished little by little in the rain.
The stench of soil and the smell of fallen leaves rushed into his nostrils.
In an instant, boundless fear hit him.
"Waste, how did I give birth to a waste like you, I should have thrown you to the ground and fell to your death when you were in the delivery room!"
"People like you, you waste food when you live, waste land when you die, and pollute the air when you burn them to ashes!"
"You are trash."
The accusations of parents, the ridicule of relatives and friends, the disappointment of teachers...
No, I am not trash.
He stretched out his hand and burned them all to charcoal.
Before I could feel the joy of revenge, the scene in front of me suddenly changed.
Mother was cooking noodles in the kitchen and asked him loudly, "Do you want one egg or two eggs?"
With an old and rough hand, my father handed a stack of pieces of money into his hand, "I borrowed some from your uncle, and I finally got it all together, remember to bring the tuition to the teacher in the afternoon, and don't let others rush you. "
The younger sister who had just full moon was in his arms, showing a sweet smile.
Wang Yan almost forgot that he was still lying in the mud, and someone stepped on his face.
He reached out and wanted to poke his sister's soft face, he knew how tender her skin would feel, like water.
However, before his hand could touch his sister's fleshy face, the fire suddenly burned from his arms.
The mother in the kitchen, the father on the sofa, had the same flames.
But they didn't seem to know that they were set on fire.
Black smoke burst out from them, but in the blink of an eye, their burned facial features were distorted, making it difficult to recognize their original appearance.
Even so, the smiles on their faces remained the same.
"Eat more meat to grow taller. This chicken leg is for you."
"Find you a job, in the auto repair shop. You work hard for two years and learn some skills."
"elder brother… "
"No, no, no—"
Wang Yan desperately wanted to stop those raging fires and keep the beautiful scene in front of him.
Useless.
But it didn't work.
The flame that used to be like an arm did not listen to his call at all.
They burned recklessly, burning on his loved ones and burning his heart.
His lips pursed.
Regret is long overdue.
Zhao Xiaokui lifted his foot and let go of him. At this time, Wang Yan was completely immersed in his emotions and forgot to resist.
Two night-holding men stepped forward and dragged him from the ground.
As they got closer, they could hear what he was saying.
"sorry Sorry sorry… "
Hot tears fell from his eyes, and he shivered, saying the words "I'm sorry" repeatedly.
But if an apology works, why do you need the police.
Time can't be turned back, even if he says sorry a thousand times or ten thousand times, those who have been killed by him cannot come back to life.
"It's the first time to participate in the action of the night keeper, how does it feel?"
In the car, after learning that the operation was over, Su Mingyue sent a message to Zhao Xiaokui.
"tired."
Zhao Xiaokui, who was about to fall asleep, squinted her eyes and replied when she heard the news.
Tonight's arrest, Zhao Xiaokui made great efforts.
The helicopter was the first she spotted, and it was the water column she knocked down.
If it wasn't for her to take Lin Bai and Gou Rixin around to bypass the Thunder Array, the suspect might not be able to be successfully caught today.
Moreover, the possible losses of the Night Man will far exceed the present.
Su Mingyue, who was in the back, also heard about her achievements, and after praising her, she asked, "Although the trial time has not yet been set, it should be within this month. Do you want to come and see it?"
Zhao Xiaokui: "Can I come and see?"
Su Mingyue: "Yes, if you join Nightcrawler, your actions tonight will also give you credit."
Zhao Xiaokui pursed his lips, "I'll think about it again."
After thinking about it, she knew in her heart that she was already shaken.
She is extraordinary.
And an extraordinary person who has lived in a truly extraordinary world for five years.
If she didn't have those five years of experience, she might be like most ordinary people, working hard for fame, fortune and status, and living her life.
But having seen the magnificence of the transcendent world and experienced the beauty of life transition, how could she be willing to waste her life on worldly fame and fortune.
She closed her eyes.
Mixed thoughts.
The black motorcade drove on the way back, and in the distance, a faint light appeared silently.
Shen Zhifei woke up from the darkness.
There was no smell of Zhao Xiaokui in the villa.
In hindsight, she felt a little bit of an extraordinary person.
She was dreaming again.
The dream is still the scene of the mermaid kingdom.
Instead of walking around, she followed the mermaid girl with the golden fishtail.
Watch her being mocked, watch her fight back, watch her go hysterical, watch her cry silently in the dark.
When she woke up, the suffocating pain seemed to still linger in her heart.
She wanted to convince herself that none of this was true, but it wasn't easy.
Whether it's the frown when she doesn't like the food, or the little finger that trembles when she's sad, she's telling her carefully and plainly—
This is Zhao Xiaokui.
No matter how she denied it and didn't want to believe it, those were Zhao Xiaokui's past.
It was the past of the girl who would be paralyzed on the sofa, watching sand sculpture variety shows and laughing at the same time.
She had been so miserable, so lonely, so... helpless.
In her dream, she didn't know how many times she wanted to hug the seemingly stubborn girl, to wipe the tears from her face, and to stand behind her when they surrounded her.
But she can't.
Except for the sculpture in the middle, in the entire mermaid kingdom, no one or anything was aware of her existence.
She could only watch helplessly as the mermaid girl passed through her body again and again, listening to the unscrupulous mockery of those people...
Shen Zhifei has never felt powerless like in a dream.
The night executive's car took Zhao Xiaokui to the door of the villa.
She opened the door and got out of the car, and saw Shen Zhifei standing outside the door.
Shen Zhifei leaned against the door wearing a khaki windbreaker. She closed her eyes, her face was whiter than paper in the faint morning light.
Hearing the movement, she raised her head and looked over, her eyes swept across Zhao Xiaokui with a smile.
Exhausted, Zhao Xiaokui jumped out of the car and felt her breath.
She said goodbye to the night keeper in the car and ran towards Shen Zhifei, "Why are you outside?"
Who knew that Shen Zhifei suddenly bent over and hugged her.
Zhao Xiaokui was hugged by her, stunned, how could there be cruelty and ferocity in the face of the enemy.
The girl's body was as soft as a ball of cotton.
Shen Zhifei could hear that in the mermaid girl's chest, the heart, which was stronger than ordinary people, was beating non-stop.
This is not a dream.
The person in the arms is real.
This realization made Shen Zhifei suddenly relax.
She closed her eyes, buried her head between Zhao Xiaokui's neck, took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance unique to mermaid girls, and said, "I want to see you soon."
Thinking of... I can't even wait for the distance from the entrance to the living room.
Zhao Xiaokui's cheeks gradually became flushed, and the corners of his lips opened, revealing a silly smile.
"Really," she said awkwardly, "you are so old, how can you be more coquettish than me."
"I'm so hungry! You have to eat Zhifei's cooking to get better!"
As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Xiaokui shouted.
After a busy night, she ate a lollipop and a few toffee, her hungry stomach growling.
Shen Zhifei opened the refrigerator and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
Zhao Xiaokui was hungry, and she didn't want to mess with her girlfriend early in the morning, she said, "It's good to cook a bowl of noodles."
Shen Zhifei glanced at the refrigerator.
With Zhao Xiaokui around, things like leftovers no longer appeared in Shen Zhifei's refrigerator. They were filled with fresh vegetables and eggs that were filled in yesterday.
Shen Zhifei took a piece of lean meat, a few scallions and a bag of noodles.
Although Zhao Xiaokui is not a picky eater, she doesn't eat much of the things she doesn't like. It's also noodles. She can eat a bowl of noodles that are similar to noodle cakes, but she can only eat a bowl of ordinary fine noodles.
Grind the lean meat in the meat grinder, and Shen Zhifei turned on two stoves at the same time.
Boil water on one stove and oil on the other.
Lan Youyou's flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the oil in the pot quickly smoked.
Pour the minced meat into the pot, fry until it changes color, then add cooking wine and chopped ginger, then various seasonings, stir fry, and saute until fragrant.
The moderately fat and thin minced meat quickly changed color in the pot, wrapped in a thick oily sheen, and the meat flavor spread along with the garlic flavor.
After the whistle was fried, the water in the other pot just boiled, pour a spoonful of it, and the golden oil flowers floated out.
Put the noodles into the boiling water, after three minutes, use a slotted spoon to pick them up, pour the cold water into a bowl.
The hand that opened the pot poured the whistle on the face more easily than before, clattering—
Take out the greens that have been blanched with residual heat and place them on a plate, and sprinkle the green onions into small pieces on the top.
Shen Zhifei tidied up the kitchen and walked out with a face.
The person who usually loves to entangle behind her while she is cooking is lying on the sofa in the living room with her eyes closed.
She put her face on the table in the dining room, and was about to call someone, but noticed that the girl with her eyes closed was frowning slightly, and her forehead was oozing with fine cold sweat, like a nightmare.
Shen Zhifei pulled a piece of paper and wiped the sweat from the girl's forehead.
Zhao Xiaokui opened her eyes, and there was still fatigue in her eyes, she hummed, "My head hurts..."
Shen Zhifei touched her head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Feeling the cool hand on his forehead, Zhao Xiaokui said, "It hurts."