Two policemen lazily appeared at the corner of the street, picked up a brush and casually smeared some glue on a tattered wanted poster, then took out a new wanted poster from the basket and pasted it on.
A gust of wind blew by, and a piece of notice paper was blown out of the basket. It floated, flipped, and rolled, and fell onto the gravel pavement of the alley. It rubbed against the ground and was carried by the wind to continue rolling deeper into the alley until it fell into a ditch, where it was soaked by sewage and then floated quietly on the water.
Wide eyebrows, narrow eyes, sharp edges, a simple portrait of a policeman in uniform and the handwriting gradually blurred by water stains. ... Reward... The murderer... He is guilty of a heinous crime, bringing disaster to the country and the people... Impersonating a policeman... Severe abdominal injuries, wounds behind the shoulder and left arm... There is also a female accomplice, whose characteristics have not been verified yet, anyone who knows...
There was a courtyard wall beside the ditch, and behind the wall was a small courtyard with two doors and two rooms in parallel. In the west room was a table, and a woman was sitting beside the table, quietly wiping a Mauser pistol with a handkerchief.
She wiped it carefully and attentively, wiping away the blood stains on the gun, revealing a bright metallic blue color. The light not only made the gun beautiful, but also gave people a chilling sense of security.
There was a sound of unlocking at the front door. The woman immediately put her handkerchief into her pocket, put the magazine on the table into the gun, loaded the bullet, and naturally hid the gun between her legs, pointing it from under the table towards the door.
The door opened, and Li Youcai stood at the door, wondering, "Why did you come out?"
"It's too stuffy. I came out to get some fresh air." She answered calmly, her eyes unconsciously glancing towards the yard outside the door.
Li Youcai caught this detail, and he tilted his head to look behind him unconsciously. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, closed the door casually, came to the table and sat down opposite her, tapping the tabletop with his fingers resting on the edge of the table a few times: "Why do I feel so cold? Big sister, don't get angry!"
Su Qing then took the gun back to the table, unloaded the bullets, and took out his handkerchief to continue wiping it.
Li Youcai smiled and said, "You just don't trust me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I'm afraid of accidents. After experiencing too many accidents, I learn to be afraid." She said expressionlessly, continued to look at the gun in her hand, and asked again: "What's the situation?"
"This morning is the first joint search, but we still have to stand guard at the street corner for a while, and we definitely can't go through the city gate for a while. If I take you alone, I can go out, but taking him is a dream." After saying this, Li Youcai stood up, turned around to pick up the thermos, shook it and found it was empty, then went to the outer room to find a kettle, but it was still empty, so he had to scoop half a bucket of cold water and take a few gulps, and couldn't help complaining: "Even though you are a guest, you can't just not do any work, right?"
"Have you ever seen smoke coming out of a chimney in a locked room?"
Li Youcai was speechless, wiped his mouth and went back to the house: "I have been dragged into this trap by you. It was clearly agreed that I would only investigate that woman, but now a most wanted criminal and a big boss are hiding here with me. I have a miserable life!"
"Don't worry, he and I won't expose you."
"What's the use? Can I explain clearly what happened? We have to make it clear. Just this once. If this happens again, you can't blame me for pretending not to know you!"
"How's Feng Zhong doing?"
"Dead."
"Dead?" Su Qing finally stopped fiddling with the gun in his hand and raised his face. His expressionless face was full of disbelief.
"I don't know what this unlucky guy was thinking. He just finished the operation and jumped out of the window in the middle of the night. He got a wound and bled profusely. The doctor died that night. Do you think he can survive?"
Su Qing was a little dazed, and a blurry black shadow walking in a long corridor gradually emerged in his mind. Is this possible? Is there a connection
Li Youcai stood up and said, "Okay, I have to go around the team and investigate Lin Xiu. I hope you can think of me and stop hanging around. If I really wanted to bring people to arrest you, I wouldn't be stupid enough to be the first one to enter the door."
These words brought Su Qing back to his senses and he looked at Li Youcai with a squint.
"I'm telling you in advance. If anyone sees you, just say you're my mistress and don't tell me anything different."
"… "
"Haha, Sister Su, I'm telling you the truth. Among my women, you can only be ranked in the middle at best. So... this can't be considered as me marrying above my station." A hateful smile appeared on that sunny face.
The temperature at the table suddenly turned cold, and Li Youcai ran out of the door in a panic.
…
He opened the large wardrobe in the corner, moved aside a few pieces of clothing hanging inside, and pushed open the back panel of the wardrobe, revealing a small hidden door. This small courtyard was where Li Youcai stayed in Meixian. There were actually two layers of walls between the two rooms, forming a gap space more than half a meter wide in the middle.
This was not something Li Youcai built on purpose. He took over this courtyard from a deceased traitor. All the traitors were more successful than Li Youcai, so he had to keep some tricks to save his life.
He turned around and closed the wardrobe door, then closed the back panel, and the room in the wall immediately became dark.
"Is this Li Youcai's nest?" A low voice suddenly came from the end of the darkness.
"Are you awake?" Her voice came from the entrance at the other end of the darkness. Her tone was calm, but her breath seemed a little unsteady.
He did not notice this, but continued to ask: "Where is my gun?" This was the thing he wanted to grab first. He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to lose his teeth.
She knew he was like this, so she replied, "The entrance is behind me, so the gun is in my hand." Her initial idea of staying in the room was that on the one hand she did not dare to fully trust Li Youcai, who was not her comrade, and on the other hand if an unexpected search occurred, she could focus the enemy's attention, so that the wall might be ignored by the enemy and both of them would not be sacrificed.
"You've been sitting outside all morning." He knew why she had been sitting outside for so long, but he didn't know whether this spirit of sacrifice was her professional habit or driven by her beliefs.
"Your mission is accomplished." She didn't want him to guess any more meaning, so she pretended that he was talking to himself and changed the subject without revealing anything.
"There is no support for my mission." He did not guess any further meaning. He was just puzzled by her appearance at the hospital door. He could not imagine how she could have found the place and stopped him from shooting with a warm wife-like hug. Originally, the two devils were to be buried with him.
"That wasn't support; it was to pick up the enemy and bring them back to the team." If it were any other comrade, she would tell the truth, saying that the mission should have been canceled at the beginning, and that she had tried to notify them to stop the mission, but the target was him, so she had to use this excuse because she couldn't explain clearly how she determined that he was in the hospital.
"You shouldn't have responded. If those two devils had continued to interrogate, this matter might have been meaningless." He always thought she was a serious woman, just like she said there was only life and death, no capture, and no support, but in the end she unexpectedly appeared at the door of the hospital and got involved. It seemed like a stroke of genius, but more like a pointless risk. She really shouldn't have appeared. Others could do it, but she couldn't. She shouldn't have.
"If the gun went off, only the two devils would fall, and I would still have time to leave calmly, leaving you to die on that street. So this is not a risk, it's just an attempt to help you save the situation." She tried her best to emphasize her indifference, to prove to him that she was definitely not impulsive at the time, to prove to him that she didn't mind his sacrifice. Moreover, she was really not afraid at the time, because she firmly believed that even if the gun went off, there would be no enemies standing next to this man, this man was a mountain that could block bullets.
Because there was no light, it was pitch black, so I couldn't see her extremely unnatural face on the other end, so I believed her words and admitted that I was not as smart as her. I thought this was indeed a risk-free attempt, and that she was still herself, a strict, cold woman.
So the two people in the darkness fell silent and stopped talking.
It wasn't until he accidentally reached into his pocket that he couldn't help but sigh.
The sigh was extremely clear in this limited and narrow space, so clear that she, who had originally wanted to act indifferent, finally asked calmly, "Why are you sighing?"
"For you." He replied faintly from the other side of the darkness.
She suddenly began to panic, so much so that she suddenly heard her own heartbeat. She had not expected him to give such an answer. This answer could lead to too many meanings. She dared not think about it, dared not guess. The painful entanglement of cold and heat made her overwhelmed. She could not speak at all. She could only try desperately to maintain a calm breathing rate, because it was too quiet here, so quiet that she could hear everything.
"Since you have the gun, and since you always forget how many bullets are in the chamber, why can't you take all the magazines? Why do you always think that one magazine is enough?" He seemed to be talking to himself, complaining, or even helpless. He spoke in a low voice while holding two magazines, one long and one short, in his hands, without noticing the slightly disordered atmosphere at the other end of the darkness, and omitted the last sentence: Stupid woman, you are really not suitable for holding a gun.
She was finally freed from the chaotic entanglement, but she felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart. Even though she had prepared herself mentally to ruthlessly deny anything he said, or even to scold him, she still felt deeply lost at this moment. The loss came from the fact that she didn't get the answer she expected.
"If I remembered how many bullets were in the chamber, if I didn't always think that one magazine was enough, you, a scum, would have died long ago!" Her voice was obviously a little loud and filled with anger, and the emotions that could no longer be concealed were revealed.
"..." He was speechless. Although it was a bit sarcastic, it was for her own good. He reminded her to be careful in the future. She would probably be unhappy about it, but she shouldn't react so strongly, right? Is it that serious
He had no idea where her anger came from, so the dark crevice fell silent again...