boom!
The air wave rushed towards the face with Mars, and the rubble burned and splashed in the explosion. The load-bearing wall couldn't hold it any longer, and a new round of collapses approached from far away, and the broken walls in the flames fell from overhead like a torrential rain, isolating the flashing police lights and the roar of voices in the distance:
"Command Center Requests Reinforcements Request Reinforcements!"
"Where's Team Jiang, where are the people from Team Jiang?!"
"No good, Team Jiang rushed in! Hurry up, hurry up!!..."
…
Purgatory turned into mottled and twisted color blocks, and the noise quickly receded like a tide; the palm supporting the wall was scalded, and the blood flowing from the five fingers was quickly evaporated by the flames. But he had no pain, and couldn't hear anything, no matter how many times the same scene was repeated in the dream, the whole world only heard his hot, hoarse gasps, and then he raised his gun to the figure of the devil who was gradually walking out of the sea of fire —
boom!
The figure is getting closer.
boom!
Bang bang bang!
The bullet sank into the phantom shadow, as if it had passed through the air, and was silently dropped into the fire.
As soon as he released his hand, Jiu Er Shi fell in front of him, making an insignificant click in the sea of fire.
"I'm here," he heard a serpent-like voice behind him, and gently leaned into his ear with a cold smile, then put a hand across his cheek and said, "Jiang Zing, I'm here."
The thousand and one time, he turned back from the dream, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the backlit figure in the nightmare.
"Go to hell with me." The figure smiled and said, "It's over for you... forever."
He closed his eyes, and with the last bit of consciousness he heard the howling fire approaching and the siren approaching from afar. But the soaring fire devoured everything, the earth trembled and burned, and countless claws stretched out, dragging him alive into the abyss where the sun could not see the sun...
·
Three years later, Jianning City.
Jiang Ting opened his eyes.
Sunlight poured into the ward from outside the tulle curtains, the white and clean walls reflected a halo, a bouquet of white roses in front of the ward bed still had dew, exuding a faint fragrance, and the nurse's soft voice floated in from the hidden door:
"Bed 538 is going through the discharge procedures today, you tell the director, you are going to make a list for the family..."
"He's been in a coma for several years, yet he can still wake up and be discharged from the hospital! It can be seen that people are really... "
"Shh!" the head nurse whispered, "Go do your job!"
The footsteps gradually drifted away, but Jiang Ting did not respond.
He remained in the position he had just woken up from, leaning on the reclining chair in front of the window, with the indifference he was accustomed to in nightmares deep in his pupils, reflecting the lush trees and the blue sky in the distance.
After a while, the door of the ward was gently pushed open, and then someone approached cautiously. Jiang Ting didn't look back, the person who came didn't stop until he was beside him, and said softly, "Brother Jiang."
Yang Mei has curly hair that has been carefully permed and dyed, a black dress, red nails, a platinum bag, and a large envelope just brought out from the doctor's office under her arm. Seeing his gaze, she smiled Yingying: "I see you. I didn't wake you up when I fell asleep. The formalities are all done, the car is downstairs, let's go. "
Jiang Ting was silent, and nodded after a moment.
This is a private nursing home with excellent conditions in Jianning. Even if it is just hanging equipment to maintain his life, it will cost a lot of money. What's more, he is in good health when he wakes up, and I think he has received very careful care in the past few years.
But no matter what, after three years of being in a coma, it is still physically difficult to return to normal immediately.
"Have you heard, that bed 538 who has been in a coma for three years is her fiancé!"
"It's so sweet that a white rich beauty is so infatuated..."
"Young people are also guilty of sins, shouldn't they be unable to stand up in the future?"
…
Yang Mei personally pushed the wheelchair into the elevator, and the door slowly closed, isolating the whispers in the air.
The elevator began to descend, and Jiang Zing's expressionless face was displayed on the metal door, but Yang Mei, who was behind him, was a little embarrassed and coughed: "When I was transferred here, the nurse asked me to fill out a form, which asked about family relations. I was also confused for a while…”
Jiang Ting said, "If it wasn't for you, I would have died."
"How can you say that? If it wasn't for Brother Jiang, I still don't know where I would be in jail, and it's all about you today—"
"But those people didn't give up on me." Jiang Ting interrupted her, "I am inconvenient to move, and my life is at risk. Be careful not to be dragged down by me."
Yang Mei wanted to say something else, but she saw the reflection on the elevator door, Jiang Ting had closed his eyes and had to hold back.
·
The lanterns have not yet come down, and the neon lights of the KTV of the Evernight Palace have already lit up early. A big car stopped at the back door. Yang Mei got out of the car and hurriedly opened the door of the back seat. Just as she was about to go to help with the driver, Jiang Ting raised her hand to stop her.
Jiang Ting grabbed the car door and let out an indistinct groan as soon as he exerted his strength, and after a while he stood up slowly.
"Ouch, brother, slow down!" The driver was about to stretch out his hand subconsciously, but when he saw that Yang Mei was one step faster than him, he grabbed the person heavily and walked towards the entrance of the KTV back door.
It has been less than a month since Jiang Ting woke up, and it is not easy to walk on a daily basis. Yang Mei is wearing high heels again, and the two of them swayed onto the sidewalk. Jiang Ting said, "It's still on."
He was referring to this KTV, and Yang Mei said, "Well, the contract dispute was settled by you at the beginning. With this store open, you can know the news of the three religions and nine streams, and it's safer - what are you looking at?"
She followed Jiang Ting's line of sight. Not far from the deserted back door of KTV, there was a young boy with a schoolbag standing on the curb, as if waiting for someone. As soon as the eyes of the two sides met, the boy quickly lowered his head and walked away in a hurry.
"It's okay." Jiang Ting looked back, "Go in."
"The first and second floors are all private rooms, and the third floor is an office and dormitory. I usually live here. The conditions are average, so you can take care of it first. Hey Xiao Zhang! What are you doing, pour water for Brother Jiang!"
The waiter hurriedly walked out, but was stopped by Jiang: "Go with your own business."
The sound insulation of the dormitory is quite good, and the noise of the KTV downstairs can hardly be heard. Yang Mei had arranged it beforehand. The window faced the back alley, and the tables, chairs, and beds were fully furnished, like a small hotel suite.
"It's not convenient for people in the store, so I'm going to buy a house in a few days to settle down, so I have a place to hide. The people from Gongzhou couldn't find me here. It's been a few years, they must think you He's already dead, and if there's no movement in another two years, I'll close the shop and let's fly away..."
Yang Mei babbled, her slender figure walked around packing her things, and drew the curtains.
Jiang Ting's eyes fell on the full-length mirror, the dim yellow light reflected his face, the eyelashes and the bridge of the nose cast extremely three-dimensional shadows, hiding the cold eye sockets and lips in the darkness.
Yang Mei said, "China is so big. If you hide in the corners of Guangxi and Yunnan, you won't be able to find any ghosts... Hey, Brother Jiang, I'll put your laundry here for you."
When she turned around, she saw Jiang Zing sitting under the lamp, the light and shadow outlined the tall and straight lines of the body, the slender fingers were crossed, and the fingertips emitted a subtle light.
No matter how beautiful the face bestowed by God cannot survive the illness, the tragic car accident and three years of coma are enough to change the beautiful skin. But at that moment, Yang Mei looked at Jiang Ting under the table lamp, but felt that he had not changed too much. There were some heart-wrenching things that came out of his bones, which were no different from when they first met a few years ago. .
Yang Mei didn't dare to disturb him. After a long time, Jiang Ting said solemnly: "After a while, I will be more convenient to move, so I will go back to Gongzhou. You can pack your things and go back to your hometown to avoid the limelight."
"—What?" Yang Mei was very unexpected: "No, Brother Jiang, those people are doing things to cut grass and roots. If they find out that you are not dead, they will definitely come to kill you! Besides, there are not only them, but also that person, that more scary-"
Yang Mei's voice stopped as if she was being strangled.
There is an even more terrifying existence, not even mentioning the name, which made her so terrified that it was difficult for her to speak.
"I know," Jiang Ting said, "but when the plastic factory exploded, people in my team were inside, and more than ten lives were filled with the sound of the lead. I have to explain to them."
Yang Mei was choked, and Jiang Ting waved at her, which meant she didn't need to say more.
"Prepare me a set of ID documents, a mobile phone and a computer, and buy a few more non-real-name mobile phone cards. Go ahead."
Yang Mei murmured for a moment, sighed deeply, and turned around to go out.
·
At this time, the KTV has already started business. The lanterns decorated in the corridor of the box are changing, the music with a strong sense of rhythm is heard in the hall, and young people dressed in fashion are passing by in groups of three or five. Yang Mei ordered Jiang Ting's words to her assistant, and explained that she should do it carefully, and then absentmindedly went downstairs to go around.
She came out of the crystal elevator and turned a corner, and suddenly the door of the box in front opened, and a tall man strode out, wrapped in a ghostly cry, "I will love you even if you die," and went straight to the bar. Zhi Shi threw the glass in front of the bartender:
"What do you sell here?!"
Yang Mei couldn't help but stop, only to see the bartender looking at it for a moment: "Long Island Iced Tea, dear."
"Try it yourself, does this iced tea have any fucking alcohol?"
"Kin without alcohol, our family sells iced tea."
"No, isn't this a consumer fraud?"
The bartender immediately turned his face away and said confidently: "I don't like listening to you handsome guy. Its name is Long Island Iced Tea. It is made with fresh black tea and lemon. It is clearly a high-quality iced black tea. How can it be called fraud?"
"..." The man's three views were obviously subverted, and he wondered for a while: "Then I will order a Bloody Mary. Now you will cut your wrist and sprinkle a spoonful of black dog blood in it for me to try?"
Yang Mei: "…"
This man is in his thirties, and his face is really good. Even the changing color light like a KTV dyeing workshop can't drown his deep and straight facial features. The hair was not submissive, and he pulled his height from over 1.8 meters to 1.9 meters. The T-shirt under the leather jacket stretched out a lean and lean line. When he turned his head to speak, even his side neck showed clear muscle outlines.
Bartender: "Oh, you're joking, handsome, Bloody Mary, don't worry, I'll cut a tomato for you first!"
Snapped!
The bartender was stunned for a moment, and saw that the handsome guy pulled out the Swiss Army knife from the back of his trousers and slapped it on the bar. He said coldly, "Do you do it yourself, or shall I help you?"
Yang Mei's eyebrows jumped. She has been on the road for a long time, and at a glance, she can see a little bit of arrogance from the man's handsome and unruly eyebrows.
"You, you," the bartender murmured and hid back in a hurry: "What do you think you are talking about!..."
"I'm sorry for this handsome guy." Yang Mei strode forward and said with a loud laugh, "I'm the boss here. For safety reasons, the shop doesn't sell blended wines with an alcohol content of more than 40, so I made Long Island Iced Tea. It's iced tea. Since you want to order a cocktail, do you want us to make a new one for you? Xiao Liu!"
The bartender whose name tag on his chest reads "Agatha Don Francisco Toni" in both Chinese and English immediately called out to Sister Meimei in a low voice.
"Tune up a sunset on the beach for the handsome guy," Yang Mei smiled at the man: "Forget me."
The man looked her up and down, and then slowly put away the pocket knife and snorted, "It's quite self-conscious to regulate management."
Yang Mei laughed and said, "It's easy to say, but our waiter didn't make it clear. Look, Long Island Iced Tea is written on the list of 'non-alcoholic beverages'. I'm sorry for misunderstanding."
However, it's okay that she didn't explain, as soon as she explained, the man's three views were subverted again: "—misunderstanding?" He pointed to the wine glass and said incredulously: "Just this Master Kong iced black tea, you sell two hundred and eighty, but I'm ashamed to say that I produced it. Misunderstanding, when I'm blind or when I'm stupid?"
Yang Mei: "…"
The handsome guy turned around and went back to the box, obviously asking his friends to come out and judge. Yang Mei was about to catch up, but suddenly a chef stumbled in the direction of the back kitchen and grabbed her like a life-saving straw: "Yang, Sister Yang is not good! Kitchen, kitchen freezer..."
Yang Mei bowed her head, the chef's pale face was half blue and half blue under the lighting, and her whole body trembled like she was caught in the wind:
"A thief got into the freezer and was frozen, as if he was frozen to death!"
·
Yang Mei stood in front of the open stand freezer, unable to pronounce a single syllable.
The hustle and bustle of the nightclub seemed to be far apart, and the huge back kitchen was dead silent. The back door of the kitchen connected to the alley's trash can was half open, and the wind blew through the hall, like the breath of the dead on the ears of the living.
Helpers, waiters, and bartenders hid behind, so silent that they could hear each other's legs trembling. After a long while, the bartender was about to cry and asked in a low voice, "Dead, die... dead?"
A boy in his twenties fell to the ground, his face was blue and purple, his eyes were wide open, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his naked upper body was covered with frost, and he still kept his arms slightly open before he died.
"..." Yang Mei's chest kept rising and falling, and she slowly squatted down for a long while, her hands trembling to probe her breath.
Suddenly her hand was held down.
"Ah!" Yang Mei jumped up in shock, turned her head and saw that it was Jiang Ting: "Brother Jiang Jiang Jiang!"
Jiang Ting said nothing and motioned her to go behind. Yang Mei staggered back half a step, only to see him kneeling halfway down, pulling out the kitchen latex gloves to put on, first probing the boy's neck, then rolling his eyelids, pondering for a moment, and shaking his head.
The little waiter immediately knelt on the ground.
Yang Mei's knees almost went weak, but she had seen a big battle, but she managed to stabilize: "Here, what the hell is going on? Which thief without long eyes was chased to hide in the refrigerator, Or who beat him to death and threw it into our freezer with a smoking cigarette? Is the back door of the kitchen still open, manager?! Give me Lao Zhao—"
Jiang Ting stopped her, "Call the police."
Yang Mei was immediately strangled: "Brother Jiang, this... this is not appropriate."
During the three years that Jiang Ting was in a coma, she minimized her dealings with the police. She didn't even dare to speed her car, and she didn't dare to leave any records in the public security system. But Jiang Ting stood up against the wall, took a breath, and raised his chin toward the corpse:
"There are no signs of blows on the head, front and back heart, no alcohol smell, no trauma. The nipples on the upper body are shrunk, with obvious erythema and purple swelling, which is a frostbite formed during his lifetime, forming a clear dividing line with the waistband of his trousers. He was not thrown to death after being beaten. Here, it's frozen to death in the freezer."
The little waitress and the bartender Tony hugged tightly and shivered, Yang Mei's eyes were straight, and her mind was dazed.
Jiang Ting sighed: "Call the police."
The metropolis with a population of more than 10 million is bustling with traffic. Row upon row of tall buildings and huge advertising screens are intertwined with each other, illuminating the night of this bustling city.
At the end of the street, at the main entrance of the Public Security Bureau of Fuyang District, Jianning City, several cars with flashing red and blue warning lights rushed onto the main road, instantly merging into the late-coming traffic.
"Brother Yan, don't talk nonsense with them, go directly to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to say hello. This is Master Kong's iced black tea, and it will be a lip ton if you die. Brothers have never drank a thousand or eight hundred bottles since they were young. Can't you recognize..."
In the box, the lights were dim and roaring, and seven or eight young people were squirting a wheat with their shoulders on their backs. Ma Xiang was screaming in Yan Yan's ear when he was suddenly interrupted by the phone ringing.
Seeing the caller ID, Yan Yan stopped him immediately, and said, "Hello, Bureau Wei?"
The word Wei Ju is like a spell, it's fine if you don't hear it. Ma Xiang was stunned by the side, only to see Yan Yan sticking to his mobile phone and making two "hmmm", his expression sank as expected:
"The Fuyang branch is already on the way? Well, okay, okay... I see, I'll show someone."
"Love in death—not to the fullest, not to be happy—"
Keng! Keng!
The music came to an abrupt end along with the colored lights, and the young people who danced like demons suddenly stopped their voices and looked over with big eyes and small eyes.
Yan Yan turned on the light with a snap, and threw away the beer bottle he used to knock on the table just now, and said solemnly: "There is news from the command center, the masses reported the death of a person near Fuyang Road, and the cars of the police station and sub-bureau are already on their way. , Bureau Wei asked us to go to the scene to see."
Everyone was like a mourning concubine: "No, Deputy Team Yan!" "We agreed to give us a half-day leave after finishing the case?" "Where is the scene? Oh shit, our car is still parked in the city bureau..."
"You don't need a car," Yan Yan said slowly, "it's in the back kitchen of this KTV, and the person who reported the crime is the boss here."
Everyone: "..."
Yan Yan turned around and opened the door, sighing: "Let's go, you guys—this is the fastest scene the city bureau has ever seen. Hey waiter! Come here, where is the backroom going?"
The door to the back kitchen was closed, and the unidentified cooks and waiters were locked outside the door, chatting with each other, and then they were forcibly evacuated. Yan Yan ignored the surrounding discussions, strode forward and slammed the door: "Open the door! Police!"
The squeak door opened, Yang Mei raised her head, and when her eyes touched Yan Xun's handsome face, she instantly turned to stone, tremblingly said, "You, you..."
"What are you, you, iced black tea sells for 280, so you run into a ghost in a black shop." Yan Yan took out his ID card from the inner pocket of his jacket, and the word "Public Security" almost blinded everyone's 24K titanium alloy dog's eyes. : "Yan Yun from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, get out of the way and don't block the scene. Give us shoe covers. Where is the body?"