Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 723 The Internet Age
Evening, at the hotel.

Chen Chuan took Jiang Hai and Zhu Yiba out for some fun, saying he wanted to see the unique characteristics of the girls from the ethnic minorities in Southwest China.

Before coming, Chen Chuan confidently assured Yan Chenxi that he would definitely help Jiang Hai investigate anti-fraud efforts. However, in the past few days, he's spent his days eating delicious mushrooms and his nights looking at pretty young women.

Just like Zhu Yiba mocked Chen Chuan, they came to investigate how to eat, drink, and have fun.

However, when Chen Shu said those words, his eyes crinkled with delight, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

Thinking of this, Chen Shu couldn't help but laugh out loud. For some reason, since the anti-K incident at Qingyue Bridge in Dongzhou, this was the first time he felt his tense spirit relax a little.

Leaning against the balcony railing, I felt the evening breeze and the coolness of the wind brushing against my cheeks.

Chen Shu gazed at the setting sun slowly sinking into the distance. The orange-red afterglow sprinkled on the city, which was gradually lighting up with colorful neon lights. There was a moment of peace, as if some things should be over.

The orange-red afterglow instantly turned into something resembling blood!

It was like the throat he had slashed that night, spraying out everywhere!
Startled by the sudden change in scenery, Chen Shu couldn't help but take a few steps back, almost falling to the ground. After catching his breath, the scene before him returned to normal.

He touched his nose and chuckled to himself, wondering if he was hallucinating from eating too many mushrooms lately.

While taking a shower, Chen Shu suddenly felt very scared.

This was the first time he had killed someone with a knife at such close range. He could still feel the warmth of the other person's neck with his left hand. The next second, his right hand slashed the dagger across.

Previously, people were killed from a distance using guns or grenades; there was no such feeling of direct contact. This was a fear and panic I had never experienced before.

At that moment, the blood spurting from the K member's neck splattered half of Chen Shu's body, followed by his blood-soaked eyes, and then the surrounding low walls and cement ground, the blood-red color filling his vision.

The hot water sprayed from the shower room dripped from Chen Shu's head onto his hands.

He slowly raised his hands to his eyes, examining them closely. For a moment, he felt as if a large amount of blood was flowing from the showerhead, covering the entire bathroom.

Staggering out of the bathroom, Chen Shu sat on the edge of the bed, weakly rubbing his stiff face, and slowly regained his composure. The feeling just now was like the tide at the beach, rising quickly as if to engulf the land, and receding just as swiftly.

Patting his cheeks, Chen Shu said self-deprecatingly, "At least, it didn't affect ordinary people."

Suddenly, I feel like having a drink.

bar.

This is a small bar hidden in an alley.

The shop, about 100 square meters in size, had no live music or dancing crowds; it just played some soft, low music, and four or five people sat alone, drinking their sorrows away.

Chen Shu took off his hat and placed it on the table. After thinking for a moment, he put it back on his head.

He ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, sipped it slowly, and recalled that the first time Chen Chuan coaxed him to come to a bar during his school days was in a quiet bar like this.

Back then, I thought that drinking in a bar meant you had to go all out to show your true manhood, so Chen Chuan and I drank cocktails like beer and even got two sets of dice from the owner to compete in drinking.

Halfway through the drink, he was puzzled because all the guests at the surrounding tables had a glass of wine in their hands, unlike him and Chen Chuan, who each had about four or five empty glasses in front of them.

But Chen Chuan, who was known as the "Prince of Nightclubs," remained unfazed, even snapping his fingers twice with a touch of nonchalance, signaling the bartender to order two more Long Island Iced Teas. He seemed to have everything under complete control.

So, young Chen Shu assumed that the fact that the other tables had fewer glasses must be their problem—either they couldn't hold their liquor, or they couldn't afford to drink—it was definitely their own fault. However, after sobering up the next day, Chen Shu asked Chen Chuan about it with some doubt, only to find that the other man was also visiting a bar for the first time and thought that drinking in a quiet bar would have similar rules to drinking in a noisy bar.

"It's a bar anyway, just drink!" Chen Chuan, sober the next day, tilted his head back slightly and affirmed with a hint of pride.

However, he later admitted that he did notice that everyone else was just ordering a drink and sipping it slowly that night. As for why he didn't stop them on the spot, it was because he didn't want to show his timidity in front of Chen Shu, so he drank it even faster.

After all, he used to brag to Chen Shu every day about being a nightclub expert.

So he hoped to get Chen Shu drunk as soon as possible and then leave quickly.

Because staying any longer would be quite embarrassing.

Looking back now, it's quite amusing.

Chen Shu downed his drink in one gulp, snapped his fingers, and then had the bartender refill his glass with a Long Island Iced Tea.

At this moment, a young woman in high heels walked over, sat down next to Chen Shu, leaned against the bar, her long hair covering half her face, and said softly, "Handsome, can I have a drink?"

Although it is autumn now, the women are dressed more revealingly and in a rather cool style. They are lounging on the bar, still showing off their round and full buttocks, their slender waists tied with two ribbons, and their graceful back curves.

However, in this place filled with alcohol and hormones, even the most alluring beauties could not attract Chen Shu's attention.

There was no self-righteous "get lost" or gentlemanly refusal; Chen Shu simply drank his wine silently, and when he looked up, he finished another glass.

"Young man, another Long Island Iced Tea, please." Chen Shu snapped his fingers and chuckled as he ordered another one from the bartender.

Seeing this, the alluring woman slammed her hand on the table in anger and muttered, "Drinking like this in a bar, they must be out of their minds!"

To be honest, Chen Shu didn't care who she was cursing.

In the middle of the night, Chen Shu, who had drunk his fill and was about 80% drunk, prepared to go back to the hotel to sleep. Although the scene of spitting blood that night kept flashing through his mind, he was in a much better mood.

He felt that he might have gotten used to this kind of mental stimulation, just like getting used to the feeling of a needle pricking his heart.

The difference between life and death is truly immense.

Kunming truly lives up to its reputation as a pearl of Southwest China; even past midnight, the streets were still bustling with traffic. Music wafted from nightclubs lining the streets, and neon lights from surrounding shops flashed incessantly.

The popular food stalls exuded enticing aromas, and people gathered around, happily enjoying the food and drinks, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter, and savoring the relaxation after get off work.

Besides these, there are also many young internet celebrities who wear fashionable and trendy clothes, walk on the street ignoring the stares of passersby, and shout or jump to show exaggerated expressions and actions, which can be regarded as a unique phenomenon of this era.

Yes, perhaps the total number of pedestrians on the entire street is less than a fraction of the number of fans in their live streams. There are no wealthy men on the street, and no fans to like or tip them, so why should these internet celebrities care about their opinions?
Even in a small live streaming room, you might accumulate hundreds of thousands of netizens;
Perhaps on a long, main road, there are only a few hundred people in total.

Small or large, everything is condensed into the phone screen, making it impossible to see clearly.

Good and evil, black and white, are all mixed together and cannot be distinguished.

The Internet age, a new era.

The era of the Big Bang.

(End of this chapter)