Someone always hugs me and never lets go [Rebirth]

When he rushed into the dilapidated and gloomy house, a black figure rushed towards him, with a blunt sound accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, and a warm liquid with a rusty smell sprayed his face!The next moment, the person has already fallen limply on him...

"Little clock—!!!"

Nie Lang suddenly woke up from the bed and sat up, his heart beating faster, covered in sweat, Zhong Jian's cracked face was still echoing in his mind, Nie Lang's brain was so painful that it was about to explode.

Hu slapped his face, Nie Lang held his head in pain, and got off the bed weakly to find water.His hands were still shaking when pouring water, and Zhong Jian's expression at the moment of his tragic death is probably something he will never forget in his life.

Entering the bathroom, there was a pale face in the mirror, with deep dark circles under the eyes, dull eyes, and a faint beard, which made the face look exhausted.

Standing in front of the mirror in the middle of the night, Nie Lang felt more like a lonely ghost.

Today is Zhong Jian's first seven. Since the night of Zhong Jian's accident six days ago, Nie Lang has been shutting himself up at home. Nie Lang has insomnia and is so tired that he finally falls asleep. The dream is full of Zhong Jian's death. The picture at that moment passed in a daze for six days.In the past six days, no rice grains have been eaten.

After washing his face, Nie Lang went to the coffee table in the living room to pick up the cigarette case, took out the last cigarette and lit it, squeezed the case and threw it on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa to smoke... …

Nie Lang couldn't remember when he finished his cigarettes. When he came back to his senses, it was already six o'clock in the morning, the sky outside was just getting bright, and the sound of the chain of the tricycle downstairs indicated that the working people began to rush about for a day's livelihood.

Nie Lang lives in the old city, where there are alleys and big pagoda trees, and as soon as the day breaks, there are small vendors shouting outside.

Nie Lang finally picked up the cell phone that had been thrown in the corner. It was durable and still usable. There were more than 50 missed calls in it, half of which were from his boss.Nie Lang knew that today was the day of Zhong Jian's funeral, and all his subordinates were looking forward to his appearance, so as to send Zhong Jian on his last journey.

After simply washing up, Nie Lang put the phone in his pocket and opened the door to go out.

"Captain Nie, I haven't seen you for several days. It's so early today..." The security guard at the gate greeted Nie Lang as usual, and saw Nie Lang walking in hastily. Why don't you chat with him, what's going on today?

The Special Investigation Section where Nie Lang works is in the old office building, and other departments have moved to the newly built office building in the new urban area, leaving only the Special Investigation Section. Due to the particularity of their work, it is also convenient to work independently.

This old office building also has a history of nearly 20 years. It has a steel structure and whitewashed walls. After being exposed to the sun and rain, some parts of the outer wall are still black, and it is covered by growing ivy. There is a small pool in the front yard. It was called by the old chief.The bougainvillea in the flower garden bloomed very coquettishly, as if they were stained red by the blood of a martyr, and when the wind blew, they rolled on the ground eloquently.

As soon as Nie Lang entered the door, all the people who had been sitting stood up, all wearing uniforms, and cast their eyes on Nie Lang with different emotions.

"Boss," said a vigorous young man named Li Sheng first, "you are finally here."

Knowing that everyone was waiting for him in the bureau, Nie Lang nodded, slapped his face, and said, "Let's go."

Nie Lang has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a resolute face, broad shoulders and long legs, and he dresses casually on weekdays, no matter how comfortable he is, he should be clean and tidy anyway, even so, he still fascinates many people.Now that my hair is unmanaged, my beard is unshaven, and I have very dark circles under my eyes, I can hardly be considered a person.The people under his command had never seen Nie Lang like this at all, so it was conceivable that Nie Lang felt more uncomfortable than anyone else.

Zhong Jian is an orphan with no relatives. He has a pair of yin and yang eyes since he was born in his mother's womb. He was called into the special investigation department by the old director at the age of 20. He also worked under Nie Lang for five or six years. Now he is only 26 years old when he died.

During the funeral, Nie Lang walked in the front, next to the bureau chief, everyone was walking heavily, and many people in the bureau cried, after all, once a person dies, there is really nothing left, and the only thing left in the world is the The memory in everyone's mind.

Li Sheng's eyes were red, he knew that if it wasn't for something happening at home that day, Zhong Jian was temporarily replaced by Zhong Jian to handle the case, otherwise it would be Li Sheng who was turned into ashes now.

A black butterfly flapped its wings and fluttered lightly. It first landed on the shoulder of the old director, then stayed on Nie Lang's shoulder for a while, and then flew to Li Sheng's shoulder. It moved its wings slowly, as if telling him not to Be sad and don't be sad.

Nie Lang turned his head to look, there seemed to be a thousand words hidden in his eyes, and finally turned into a sentence: "Xiao Zhong, it's a good journey."

The black butterfly seemed to understand his words, and flew away from Li Sheng lightly, heading deep into the woods, the color gradually changed, and then became transparent from the tail, and then disappeared...

Nie Lang was sitting in the superior's office, across a table, opposite his superior.

"You want to resign?" Yang Baoguo said, "I don't agree."

"I'll fill in the letter of resignation later." Nie Lang didn't want to say anything, and stood up to leave.

"Nie Lang, it's wrong for you to do this," Yang Baoguo said sternly, "You left, and you haven't handed over the case at hand. How can you let others continue to work? You should know that these cases have nothing but you. People can break it!"

"Old Yang, I really can't do it." Nie Lang said, "You don't know that as long as I close my eyes these days, Xiao Zhong will die. I can't fucking forget it!"

"Come here," Yang Baoguo walked to the small altar in the corner, waited for Nie Lang to come, and said, "Do you know where the ten colleagues who followed me in those years are now?"

Nie Lang didn't speak.

Yang Baoguo opened the door of the hollowed-out cabinet, and there were ten palm-high tablets neatly stacked inside, nine of which had names on them, and only one was empty.

Yang Baoguo said: "The empty one is reserved for my own use."

Nie Lang still had no expression on his face, and after a while he said, "I'll help you engrave your name on it later."

Yang Baoguo glared at him: "Your boy is still so vicious! Curse me to death, this is? Can't wait to get the position?"

"You saw it."

Yang Baoguo snorted coldly: "You, you are still too young. When you live to my age, you will know that there are some things that you cannot hide from. In fact, you are just avoiding and dare not face reality."

"I didn't." Nie Lang said coldly.

"Do you know in your heart that if you didn't, you wouldn't tell me to resign." Seeing that Nie Lang didn't speak, Yang Baoguo patted Nie Lang on the shoulder, "Young man, there is still a long way to go, especially for someone like you." , longer."

After finishing the last two words, Yang Baoguo stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back and looked at the peaceful and leisurely koi in the pond in the yard, and then heard the sound of the door closing.Smiling and shaking his head, Yang Baoguo sighed—he was still too young.

"Boss?" Li Sheng saw Nie Lang coming out of the director's office, and he could probably guess what was going on, so he couldn't help calling out tentatively.

Nie Lang nodded and walked forward, as if thinking of something, he suddenly stopped and turned his head, the resolute profile of his face was imprinted in Li Sheng's eyes. "Where is that thing?"

Li Sheng said: "The old place is stored in the wine jar in the backyard, and Xiao He will take care of it."

"Yes." Nie Lang replied and walked towards the backyard without looking back.

Zhang Xiaozhen, who made the file record, came over with the documents and said worriedly: "Do you think Team Nie will crush that evil spirit to death in a fit of anger?"

Li Sheng's eyes were full of cruelty: "If I have the ability of the Nie team, I also want to let it taste the feeling of being frustrated."

In the backyard, you must register to enter the room where the wine jars are stored.

Xiao He, who was in charge of the room, saw Nie Lang stand up and said, "Team Nie."

Nie Lang glanced at him, signed the book, and noted what altar he took.

Xiao He looked down at the writing on the notebook, and suddenly raised his head. Nie Lang had already walked in, and he chased after him: "Team Nie! Team Nie! I won't take that thing without Bureau Yang's approval!"

Nie Lang turned a deaf ear and walked out the door carrying the wine jar.

Xiao He stopped in front of him to block his way: "Captain Nie, don't make it difficult for me!"

Nie Lang shook the wine jar in his hand: "Stop me again."

"Don't, don't—" Xiao He said quickly, "Go to the next room if you want to do anything, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Nie Lang had already carried the wine jar to the open space in the backyard. It was three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was at its strongest.

The wine jar was specially placed on the ground, and the hot air made the wine jar move. Nie Lang stood in the shade with his arms folded and watched, his eyes were cold and stern. The wine jar in front of him was shaken by the scorching sun. On the ground, rolling around in the backyard, making dull noises.

The wine jar was sealed with a yellow talisman, and white smoke began to rise from the jar.

Xiao He raised his eyes, turned to look at Nie Lang, and said anxiously: "Team Nie! It will be wiped out! There is no order from above, you will be punished for doing so..."

Under Nie Lang's sharp eyes, Xiao He's voice became smaller and smaller.

"I have my own measure." He just couldn't swallow this breath!

When the white smoke began to mix with black smoke, Nie Lang walked over slowly and lifted the wine jar, and flicked the body of the jar made of tiles with two fingers. Crash wants to escape.

Nie Lang narrowed his black eyes slightly: "From now on, I will take you out to bask in the sun every day, until your soul disappears and disappears outside the Three Realms."

The body of the altar shook violently, proving that the things inside were about to resist, and the black resentment lingered around Nie Lang.

Nie Lang smiled lightly, snapped his fingers, and the black air around him suddenly scattered away, as if being squeezed hard by an invisible big hand. "I just want you to never be reborn."

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