As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

Compared with before, his cheeks are much thinner. There is no way, he is an ordinary person with seven lives on his hands. Although the police have not found him, he lives in worry every day.

In order to change his appearance, he even grew a little beard to make himself look more honest and harmless.

After the New Year, Zhao Facheng called him and asked him to come to Yuezhou to work on the project, since the project in Wuzhou had also been completed, so he followed.

"Brother Cheng, when will Manager Zhang pay us our last salary?" Zhao Dashan asked.

He was still thinking about the 50% of his wages that had been deducted from him, and the IOU was still lying in his arms.

Zhao Facheng smiled awkwardly when he heard this. "Dashan, don't think too much about it. To put it bluntly, we were cheated. It's hard to get our wages back."

He still had part of his salary with Manager Zhang, but he didn't dare to ask for it because this project was also under the charge of Manager Zhang. If he asked for it, he might not be recommended to work there in the future.

"That's impossible. This is the hard-earned money of a year." Zhao Dashan said calmly. He no longer felt excited when something like this happened half a year ago, or he didn't dare to show excitement for fear of attracting attention.

"Then what can you do? Just accept the loss. If you do the current job well, you will get the money again. Think positively." Zhao Facheng said a few perfunctorily and left. Zhao Dashan was a stubborn guy. It was just a small amount of money, but he took it so seriously.

Dashan shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, picked up a shovel from the ground, and began to shovel sand into the dump truck.

again and again.

Every time he shoveled, a pile of sand accumulated at the bottom of the car, slowly getting higher and higher. He seemed to see the same thing happen to his money, which became more and more with his hard work.

But then he smiled bitterly. What future did he still have?

He is responsible for 7 lives.

He looked up at the sky. The weather was very good today. The sky was blue with a cloud floating across from time to time. He had not read many books, but he knew that there was no way in the world that could tolerate a murderer like him.

Maybe, we can live differently.

He gently touched his waist, where was the pistol he had robbed. Now he would carry it with him wherever he went. Only with it did he feel safe.

The dog in the fence has a home, but he has to keep his head down for the rest of his life.

He doesn't want to be a dog.

He wants to be a cat in the alley, free.

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The chip factory site was completely surrounded by a wall. From the outside, one could only see machines standing tall inside. From time to time, one could hear the roar of machines and the workers cursing.

Uncle Li walked over leisurely from outside carrying vegetables.

His name is Li Wenming. He is 65 years old this year. He wears an old sweatshirt and loose old-fashioned pants, and a pair of thick-soled cloth shoes. His eyes are slightly cloudy, his face is full of wrinkles, and his hair is full of silver hair. He looks like an ordinary old man.

As he walked, he looked at the construction site with a smile, just like an old grandfather looking at his grandson, his eyes full of love.

Just then, the phone rang, and it was a video call.

"Call me now. Have you had dinner?"

"Yeah, I plan to go out for a walk later." There was an old lady on the other end of the phone, who was Mr. Li's wife.

"It's not like here. It's a mess outside. You should keep a low profile."

"Oh, I think they are very welcoming. The neighbors next door even take the initiative to say hello to us."

"Okay, as long as I can fit in. What about my sons? Are they doing well at work?"

"Okay, they all drive to work. My grandson is also picked up by the school bus at the door, but he is a little confused."

"Well, live your life well when you get there, and don't think too much."

"I know. You become more and more nagging as you get older. I'm going to go for a walk outside."

The old lady hung up the phone in a hurry.

Uncle Li shook his head. The old woman just let herself go after she went out.

He walked around the chip factory leisurely, then took out his mobile phone, opened an APP, and marked on the map: Yuezhou Chip Factory.

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Dashan and Zhao Facheng lived in the same room. In order to catch up with the progress, they would work on the construction site until 8 o'clock in the evening. Every time they came back, Zhao Facheng would always buy a bottle of beer and have a few sips with some cheap smashed cucumbers, peanuts and the like.

He also invited Dashan, but for some reason Dashan has quit drinking, saying that he is not in good health.

Zhao Facheng shook his head. With his dark and strong body, how could he be in poor health? This guy just wanted to save money.

So every time Zhao Facheng drank, Zhao Dashan would go out for a walk and would not come back until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Facheng always teased him, asking if he had gone to the hair salon.

Because of the construction site nearby, several hair salons have opened up. Under the dim red lights, middle-aged women in revealing and seductive clothes stand at the door to solicit customers.

Everyone knows what they are doing. The main people they serve are the people on the construction site. They work for half a year each time and many of them need to vent.

Zhao Dashan has no wife, so it is natural for him to go here.

Zhao Dashan did not make any excuses. In fact, it was not that he did not go to the hair salon. He had been there before. However, since he killed someone, he had less interest in such things because he was afraid.

He was afraid of being exposed. Men are always prone to making mistakes at times like this and when they are drunk, so he gave up alcohol and sex. Safety is his first priority.

He didn't go out for a walk at night, he just went out to find someone, someone he thought he should find.

Recently, Zhao Facheng felt that Zhao Dashan was becoming more and more abnormal. How to put it, Zhao Dashan used to be like a piece of wood. Although he still didn't talk much after coming back these two days, he would always smile occasionally. Although it was unclear why, there was a very gentle feeling.

Zhao Facheng was too lazy to ask. In his opinion, this boy must have secretly gone to the hair salon and hooked up with one of his lovers.

In the evening, Zhao Dashan went to look for someone as usual. At ten o'clock, he began to walk back subconsciously.

Not far from Ye Lin and his colleagues’ Xishan District Branch, there is a small People’s Square. It used to be the Yuezhou Stadium, but was later abandoned for various reasons. It was also used for commercial development, but it didn’t work out. The government simply opened it up as a leisure place for citizens to set up stalls during the day and walk around at night.

So at night, there would be a large group of people walking around the 200-meter track in the People's Square to exercise.