Human ladder

Can't he see it?

How could Lu Congqi not see it?

He forced himself to calm down, broke free from the shackles of the two, and asked hoarsely, "Where is the other party from? The police?"

Jin Shuo narrowed his eyes, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Lu Congqi spoke as if he was not on the police side.

"I don't know, is he looking for something when he comes back? Could it be Wen Yan..."

Luan Bing suddenly thought of the notebook that Wen Yan had to go back to pick up even at the risk...she hadn't had time to tell Lu Congqi this detail.

However, she was keenly aware that Lu Congqi's attention was no longer here at this moment, so she suppressed what she wanted to say.

Late at night, the streets and alleys were deserted, under the dim street lights, Lu Congqi squatted down overwhelmed, the figure of the young man curled up under the shadow of the lights, and the shadow also shrank into a small ball, no longer bluffing.

For so many years, Lu Congqi has always been in fear, and every night he can hear someone screaming in his ear.

The person who should go to a psychiatrist is actually him.

From that Thursday onwards, Lu Congqi never dared to go home again.

But Lu Qicong has been sitting in the living room guarding a table of takeaways waiting for him.

Lu Congqi was not used to the Burmese food he learned first-hand, which was heavy in oil and salt.

This person was cautious, and his son didn't dare to make a phone call when he came back late, so he just sat in the living room and waited dryly listening to the footsteps outside.

Just like today.

Jin Shuo and Luan Bing put Lu Congqi at the gate of the community. Before leaving, Luan Bing rolled down the car window and slammed his chin at his house: "Go back, he's still waiting."

Lu Congqi nodded his head, until the car drove far away, he still stood where he was, looking at the light from a distance.

How to face him?

Do you want to smile?

Do you want to call me dad?

He hated Lu Qi Cong from the bottom of his heart, but on a deeper level, he yearned for blood relationship and father... Just like this, there is a pillar in the family, so that he can not be brave, and he can have the ultimate love in his own home. A basic sense of security.

Lu Congqi inserted the key into the lock, and before he could open the door, the door was opened from the inside.

The sound of the door opening activated the voice-activated lights, and the entire corridor was brightly lit.

Lu Qicong seemed to be more travel-worn than Lu Congqi. Seeing that it was Lu Congqi, his tense face relaxed, and he wiped his face and said, "I knew it was you by the sound of footsteps. I want to accompany Wen Yan at night, why are you back?"

Lu Qicong let the door open, turned around and walked into the kitchen to bring the food that had been kept warm to the dining room.

"Oh, I see he's all right, so I'll come back and get some information, and go with him tomorrow."

Lu Congqi avoided Lu Qicong's gaze, pulled out the chair and sat down, and found that Lu Qicong was also sitting opposite him, looking at him with his legs shaking.

Lu Congqi stopped the hand that was holding the vegetables, and smiled at Lu Qi Cong with raised eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just think that kid is too clingy to you, you have a good relationship with him, right?"

With peaceful eyes, Lu Qicong changed his posture and leaned on the chair.

Under the peaceful gaze is a deeper level of scrutiny.

Finally got to him.

So Lu Congqi put down his chopsticks, sat upright in front of Lu Qicong, and said sincerely, "Dad, I'm on good terms with him, it's not like you don't know."

Lu Qicong didn't have time to shake his legs, and almost fell off the chair when he was unsteady, he quickly sat down and supported the chair and scolded: "Speak well, if you have a good relationship, you will have a good relationship."

He stroked his hair back in depression, thinking, how can this be compared with his daughter defending his boyfriend?

He glanced at Lu Congqi again, and saw that the other person looked at him frankly, without any sign of guilt.

Lu Qicong let out a howl of surrender, and found that he was really not sure about his son, so he took on the majesty of being a father, looked at Lu Congqi with a serious face and asked him: "I won't ask you what's going on, Mu Jiang How much do you know about Qun? How do you know that kind of person? Lu Congqi, don't tell me that you just deal with those dubious people?!"

The last question is the most critical.

Lu Qicong was afraid that Lu Congqi would be led badly by these people, so he had no objection because of Wen Yan's identity, but it was different for the others.

"The bully of the technical school next door, as for the drug trafficking among his students, I only heard about it, but I haven't seen it... I haven't dealt with those people, and they are not from the same line."

When Lu Congqi said this, he lowered his eyelashes appropriately, and put an egg into his mouth without taste.

With a cooperative face, without the slightest bit of impatience, it seemed that it was fine to be interrogated by others after a day of tossing outside, but also to be interrogated by his own father.

Lu Qicong's originally serious face slowly cracked, and he sat across from Lu Congqi in a little embarrassment, looking for an opportunity to defend himself: "Then what, I'm just worried about you, just ask... er, are you still alive?" Want some more?"

Lu Congqi put down his chopsticks.

I feel bored in my heart.

But he still shook his head with a smile, put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher in a good manner, and turned around to remind Lu Qicong: "You should go to sleep too, I know you are busy these two days, remember to eat on time."

Lu Qicong was feeling overwhelmed by the case that hit his forehead. When he returned home and saw his worry-free son, he was even more overwhelmed. He used to look at people with his eyes. In fact, his eight years of undercover life had already given him a feeling for normal society. Sense of distance.

He thought that normal father and son were like this.

But I still feel that Lu Congqi is like a pot of plastic flowers mixed in the garden.

Good-looking is also really good-looking, unreal is also really unreal.

Lu Qicong waved his hand, and finally couldn't help asking: "Congqi, do you still blame me?"

Lu Congqi opened the door of the room, turned around when he heard the voice, and asked, "What's your fault?"

"Blame me for not protecting your mother well, for not taking good care of you for so many years?"

Lu Congqi smiled, turned around completely and said seriously: "How come? I have written about my police father since I was a child."

Lu Congqi seemed to think about it for a while, as if he didn't see Lu Qicong's increasingly dead face, he made up another knife in a calm manner: "When I was young, some people pointed at me in class and said I was lying, but later no one did that. Tell me."

"Because they all saw that my dad was not only a cop, but a hero."

Lu Qicong slumped down on the chair, staring at his son's deep eyes, trembling uncontrollably, the soot fell on his wrist bone, which made him shiver.

When he looked up again, Lu Congqi had already closed the door.

He suddenly couldn't stop wanting to start a crazy rush and Lu Congqi yelled and cursed, so that he could show him other expressions besides the free smile to the whole world.

Lu Qicong had interrogated many perverts in his life, and suddenly understood what they were thinking.

However, he is just an ordinary person after all, and he can only suppress the irritability and rage in his heart, as well as the blood in his heart.

Ordinary people are so fucking hard to be!

Lu Qicong snuffed out the cigarette irritably, and walked into the master bedroom.

The nightmare came again.

Lu Congqi didn't feel the slightest pleasure in hurting the enemy, because those words were true.

The dark gray curtains were closed tightly to cut off all the light outside, and Lu Congqi became the deepest shadow under the night light.

He kept thinking in his mind for a moment, thinking about the mysterious man he just met.

That 7.65mm bullet.

The roar of locomotives one by one.

The shocking wounds on Wen Yan's body, as well as his probing yet concealed eyes.

Lu Congqi replayed everything that happened today in his mind over and over again, and even the feeling of waiting for Wen Yan to knock on the door all morning in the dormitory surged up like a mountain.

Yilu Congqi squeezed out a ray of light that could be called soft under the many crises.

Then he spoke softly, as proficiently as if he was rehearsing a one-man show. He imagined that person's tone and appearance: "Hello, Camel. You are safe and sound. Is this hero still competent?"

This was the first time Lu Congqi heard of Lu Qicong's code name, and it was also the rarely last time since then.

It was as if he had suddenly changed into a different person.

Lu Congqi took two steps in the room, strolled around the courtyard for a while, the corner of his mouth slanted, imitating his imagination of that person, careful to every move.

"Lu Congqi was locked in the room and was doing his homework. When he heard that someone suddenly came to the house, he was about to open the door and go out. When he turned the doorknob, he found that it couldn't be turned at all."

Here's the narration.

Lu Congqi's voice became serious, with a youthful voice.

Then he took a few steps in his room. He usually doesn't like to wear shoes, but he remembered that the man's footsteps were sonorous and powerful, which should be leather shoes, so he took out a pair of leather shoes that fit his feet from the closet and put them on. .

It took a few more steps, one step, two steps, and the calculation was accurate.

In the dark, Lu Congqi suddenly turned into a gentle and elegant middle-aged man with a smile on his mouth and a gentleman's demeanor, but his eyes were always alienated and cold, like an elite and hypocritical person: "Oh? There's also a little guy."

He walked to the door of the room and knocked on the door a few times, like a child who has successfully played hide-and-seek, with a long and meaningful laugh: "Dangdangdang...Little rabbit, I caught you."

As if being touched by a pair of cold tentacles on the scalp, Lu Congqi's calves were trembling, the cold touch of the doorknob penetrated into the bones, Lu Congqi instinctively wanted to stay away from the door, but it was just instinct.

One cannot rely too much on instinct.

Lu Congqi was generally provocative, and he slammed on the door a little harder.

Bang bang bang.

Dangdang.

The other party was patient and provocative, so Lu Congqi slapped the door and shouted: "Who are you?! Who are you?!"

"Oh, the little thing is quite stubborn, just like your father... But your father has only survived for eight days, how about you? How much can you hold on?"

"You can't touch him, didn't you promise to let the child go?!"

She is a 33-year-old woman with clear and clean eyebrows, like a beautiful meticulous painting, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and her nose turns red when she cries. She is a woman who can arouse others' desire to protect.

The woman is begging.

The middle-aged man was still polite, and said with a smile: "Then you have to see, who is the camel trying to protect."

"Children die easily, unlike adults. Adults don't want to die so easily, don't you think?"

……

Bang bang bang... There was a nightmarish knock on the door, the man outside the door was chuckling and the woman was screaming.

He didn't want to admit that it was his mother, Xu Qiuyue wasn't like that.

His mother wouldn't yell hysterically and without image. His mother has always been gentle, like a ray of sunshine.

How could it be so dire?Those things cannot be emitted by human beings at all.

How can it be so painful as a human being?

"Don't touch him—"

Countless pairs of feet stepped on the floor, far and near, messy and broken.

"We have to make sure that you will always be on our side. In order to express our sincerity, we have specially brought some thoughts for Mrs. Zun."

The man finally stopped, and said softly and persuasively: "Don't worry, 'Haishi' will be the supplier of Mrs. Zun forever. In addition, Mrs. Zun's singing is really good, and the camel is very lucky."

The footsteps finally stopped.

The woman begged for mercy, her screams fading away.

The characters exit one by one.

The background music was the nervous shouting and roaring of the man code-named Camel on the other side of the phone.

Lu Congqi made a standard exit ceremony towards that door and bowed deeply.

He looked at the closed door of his room.

The door had been given a fresh coat of cream paint, and the scratches and blood were long gone.

The door was opened, and the child locked inside was released. He had grown up slowly, and was growing taller, like a wild beast disguised as a night.

Lu Congqi felt thirsty, and walked barefoot from the room all the way to the living room in the dark. He directed and acted by himself, arranging everything that happened to him into dramas like masochistic.

He can be everyone, but he can't play himself alone.

Lu Congqi seemed to have suddenly remembered something, staring in the direction of the master bedroom, and made a toast from afar.

Volume [-]: Preface

"I am the still light, overflowing with longing, in cloudy rain or blinding sun, I want a truth that betrays you, forgotten in my longing, like fleeing wings creating its own cloud."

"I was him once, and I myself stained him with the rebellion of youth."

——"The Monologue of the Lighthouse Keeper"