Bandit Shi Xianyu

Fei Zuohua didn't bring an umbrella when he rushed in. There were already a lot fewer people in Taozhongxuan at eight o'clock.Lu Mingyue was standing behind the bar wiping a glass, and when she heard the noise at the door, she raised her head with a smile, as if she had been waiting for a long time, watching Fei Zuohua, who was dripping wet, coming straight towards Lu Mingyue like an arrow.

The bartenders around looked at Lu Mingyue in confusion, took two steps towards him, stopped again under Lu Mingyue's signal, and turned their heads to the side.

Fei Zuohua came over, across the bar, suppressing his voice, his eyes sparkled, and he was indescribably excited. He reached out and grabbed the bottom of Lu Mingyue's tie, and pulled it forward: "You're showing off!"

Lu Mingyue looked behind him: "Are there no police?"

Fei Zuohua tugged hard, and Lu Mingyue moved forward with him, laughing: "Do you want to do something here? Don't you want to talk?"

Fei Zuohua looked at his face, and slowly let go of his hand, but kept a distance where he could grab someone with his hand, and touched his back with his hand. He came this time with a gun.

Lu Mingyue seemed to be fine, took a cup and poured Fei Zuohua a drink, but her voice was between the two of them: "The test is very fast."

Fei Zuohua didn't pick up the glass, didn't move, kept a guarded posture, without a hint of a smile, looked at Lu Mingyue and said, "Hurry up." He spoke concisely and didn't want to talk to Lu Mingyue too much.

"Then," Fei Zuohua didn't drink what Lu Mingyue handed over, so he picked it up and drank it himself, "Without the police, do you have something to ask me?"

"Where's Pei Cangyu?" Fei Zuohua stared at him closely.

Lu Mingyue turned her head and looked at her watch: "It's almost eight o'clock." Then she turned back and smiled at Fei Zuohua, "Why, they didn't ask Baishi?"

Fei Zuohua's mouth was pursed into a cold line, Baishi was very difficult to deal with, and Babu didn't gain much.

"Oh, that's it." Lu Mingyue suddenly realized, "But you also do such things as private transactions. I thought you were an upright policeman."

Fei Zuohua's hands were sweating, and he grabbed the handle of the gun.

"Fei Zuohua." Lu Mingyue stopped laughing suddenly, "Are you going to do something?"

Fei Zuohua stared at him, and the result of the fingerprint test told him that this man had killed countless people and had traveled all over the world.

Lu Mingyue leaned towards him, keeping her voice between the two of them.The surrounding area is full of people coming and going, people who are tired after a day are drinking and drinking, their cheeks are flushed, their ties are torn off, they hug each other and say some boring things, the voices are louder and louder, the cups are intertwined, and the sit-ups are noisy , Someone passed by Fei Zuohua, even touched him, apologized casually and walked away, they were so relaxed, the center of the low pressure was only Fei Zuohua who was so nervous that he was about to explode.

Lu Mingyue suppressed her voice and said, "You draw the gun first and I can kill you."

Fei Zuohua was about to move when he realized that one of Lu Mingyue's hands hadn't been removed from under the bar. He could probably guess what was put there.

Lu Mingyue put her hand outside on his shoulder: "Listen to me, Fei Zuohua. Don't come and kill me now, go to the hospital before it's too late."

Fei Zuohua tried his best to keep calm: "What hospital?"

"The hospital where Ding Chuan is." Lu Mingyue stopped smiling, and there was a calmness in his eyes, "Trust me."

Fei Zuohua's hands were sweating, and his palms holding the handle of the gun were soaked and almost slippery. At this moment, he suddenly felt a huge gap, because Lu Mingyue, who was not smiling, had a With a cold face, a pair of dark eyes that can't hold anything, and a strong aura exuding around him, when he said "I'm going to kill you", it didn't look like a killer declaring, like a prophet pointing out something what must happen.The gap between them is too great. When Fei Zuohua was reading the individual crime cases, psychological analysis, and on-site photos taught by the police academy, the person pressing his shoulder was licking blood and sharpening his knife in some dark gully. , Wiping the gun, looking at someone.

Fei Zuohua was oppressed, not only because of Lu Mingyue's aura, but also because of his fear.Because of fear, he couldn't even hear the noise around him. He could only hear Lu Mingyue's steady breathing, which was in stark contrast to his somewhat rapid breathing and violent heartbeat.

He had never felt that he was going to die at any moment, as long as Lu Mingyue shot, it would be over for him, he couldn't be saved, everything was over, he would die, he would die.

He swallowed dryly.

Lu Mingyue continued: "Go, Xiaoniao, it's not your fault. Leave now, go to the hospital, maybe you can do something else."

Fei Zuohua didn't move, his head was sweating.

"If you leave now, 20 years from now, imagine that when you are old, holding your granddaughter, sitting on the porch of your house, counting the stars with her, you will think back tonight, you looked at her Face, you'll be thankful you made the right decision tonight and didn't waste your young life in a bar fight where the murderer couldn't be found.

You have a great future, you will do many great things, surpass your father and teachers, you need to learn, you need to grow, you need to take your time.Don't try to be a hero.Don't try to be a hero in front of me. "

Fei Zuohua stared at the cup on the table, feeling dizzy for a while, his heart was struggling, a voice was yelling crazily, tearing at his brain, reason told him that he must leave now, but the sense of honor prevented him from bowing his head .

Lu Mingyue looked at him with a calm face: "Let's go, Fei Zuohua. You're not ready."

Fei Zuohua loosened his grip on the handle of the gun.

"Go to the hospital." Lu Mingyue's voice was full of bewilderment.

Fei Zuohua let go of the gun, and he took a step back, feeling relieved all of a sudden, as if he saw the god of death closing the door slowly, this feeling of relief made him sick.

Lu Mingyue also moved back, and they left each other from an angle that could almost be called "ambiguous", but it was not out of any attraction at all.

Fei Zuohua turned around slowly, walked slowly, and mechanically walked towards the door. Lu Mingyue stared at his decadent back.

Fei Zuohua went out, feeling like he had a dream.

He looked down at his hands, unable to believe the choice he had just made.Passers-by bumped into him and angrily told him not to stand by the side of the road. Fei Zuohua didn't move. He looked at his hand and felt dizzy.

Suddenly he felt nauseous, ran to the wall in a hurry, bent over and vomited on the spot, vomited all over the floor, vomited out all the food he ate for the day, and woke him up.

Oh shit.Fei Zuohua raised his head, what did he do just now?

The door was pushed open again, and the bartender watched Fei Zuohua rush in, with a gun in his hand, and waved violently at the guests who were scared and panicked by him: "Don't move, the police are on duty!"

He rushed to the bartender: "Where's Lu Mingyue?"

The bartender pointed to the back.

"Raise your hands and face me!" Fei Zuohua told, and the bartender did as he did.

Fei Zuohua pointed a gun at him, walked around facing him, made sure that the bartender would not do anything, and then went to the back.

Behind, leads to the parking lot.

Fuck!

Fei Zuohua cursed and chased him out without seeing anyone.

He went out in handcuffs and arrested the relevant staff.

When he was in chaos, someone called him, he was a friend of Babu.

"What's wrong? I'm busy!" Fei Zuohua said in a hurry.

"Shiraishi ran away."

"Run away?! From Babu? From your eyes?!"

The nearby police came to help, Fei Zuohua stood there for a while, trying to figure out the direction of the next move, Lu Mingyue's words jumped into his mind.

"Go to the hospital."

Hospital……

Fei Zuohua rushed out, calling Master while driving.

His master didn't answer the phone all the time, Fei Zuohua tried a few more times anxiously, this was unreasonable, Fei Zuohua had a bad premonition, and he accelerated towards the hospital.

***

Tu Ziyun and Ding Chuan sat silently in the ward without speaking.

It was Ding Chuan who broke the silence.

"When will Fei Qisheng come?" Ding Chuan didn't know how many times he asked this question.

Tu Ziyun raised his eyes and looked at him: "Hurry up. How many times have you asked, mistress and groom are not in such a hurry as you are."

"Haha, really." Ding Chuan touched his chin, turned his neck, and tried to lift his right side.

Tu Ziyun looked at him: "I remember that your relationship with Lao Fei was just average in the past, but this time you miss him so much, why?"

"Ha!" Ding Chuan laughed. He shook his right hand, winked his eyes with the teasing expression he often had when he was young, "You're jealous."

Tu Ziyun rolled his eyes.Before he developed into the easy-going kindness of a good old fox like today, he was actually not a patient person. Compared with Ding Chuan, he seldom smiled, and compared with Fei Qisheng, he was more irritable.

Tu Ziyun squinted his eyes: "You can move your right hand now."

"I said before that as long as you spray medicine, you can last for a while." Ding Chuan moved his right leg again.

"Want to stand up and walk?" Tu Ziyun asked him.

Ding Chuan nodded, stretched out his right leg, and tried to stand up: "I have to stand up."

Tu Ziyun wanted to stretch out his hand to help, but seeing that Ding Chuan could do it himself, he shrank back and didn't move. I don't know if it was because of the heating, but he felt a little hot.

Ding Chuan stood up and walked around the room slowly. Although he was not very proficient, he quickly mastered the secret. When he was walking, the wooden limb of his left leg hit the ground, making a thumping sound.

On the other side, Tu Ziyun felt even more sleepy: "Do you want to turn off the heat?"

"Why? What's the matter?" Ding Chuan stopped and looked at him.

"I have a headache..." Tu Ziyun sat up from the backrest and pressed his forehead, "I always feel..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped, his eyes fell on Ding Chuan's teacup, Ding Chuan had never drunk tea.

He has not had tea today.

"What?" Ding Chuan smiled, and he walked more and more flexibly. He held his right hand and loosened it with both hands, allowing him to pick up things.

Tu Ziyun fell into an ice cave.

He raised his head, shocked and said in disbelief: "Did you kill Zhao Like?"

Ding Chuan smiled, picked up the broom in the corner, and swung his arms, as if practicing.

"I see." Tu Ziyun tried to stand up, but slipped into the sofa again. "From the beginning, it was you and Baishi. You tear your face apart, Baishi confessed you and handed it over to the police, and you turned against Baishi, hoping to use the power of the police to get rid of Baishi. From the beginning, it was your contest, involving us, and bringing us to the police. Other innocent people get involved..."

Ding Chuan shook off the broom in boredom, and pressed his legs: "Well, yes."

Tu Ziyun tried to stay awake. While talking, he reached for the phone and hid it behind his back.

"Baishi made a sudden attack with mud to expose you, and then used a dead man surnamed Ding to point to an account surnamed Shang under your name. In time, everything behind you will be found out, so at that time , you tell me the truth. First, you teased me to find a psychiatrist. During this process, you hinted that I had a mental problem with Baishi. Later, you told me about Baishi’s experience. Knowing that I had suspected him, you simply lured him in that direction and killed him. Zhao Like, but specifically kept me here, just to let me be a witness, I who suspected Baishi, I who traveled for a long time, and I who witnessed the murder scene face to face," Tu Ziyun raised his head and stared at him, but he was already dialing the phone , "The best tool for you."

Ding Chuan stepped forward with unprecedented agility, and snatched the phone from behind him. The screen showed that it was being dialed to Fei Qisheng, and Ding Chuan cut it off: "Why, do you want to remind him?"

Tu Ziyun didn't move, he pinched his own flesh, trying to stay awake.

"More than that." Ding Chuan grabbed his collar and pulled him up from the sofa. Tu Ziyun had no strength to resist, so he was pulled up just like that. Ding Chuan let go, and he bumped into the cabinet. Ding Chuan patted him His face, "I also took Pei Cangyu away."

Tu Ziyun's throat became dry for a while, and his eyes became more and more blurred, but he still kept his tongue clear: "What are you going to do with him?"

"I don't know, I don't care."

"Why did you tie him up? To attract Shiraishi?"

Ding Chuan smiled: "Do you think I will let Baishi go? He will definitely go to Pei Cangyu, even if he has to escape from the police department, even if he has to tear himself apart with the police. I want him to be ruined."

Tu Ziyun stared at him: "How do you know that Baishi will definitely go?"

Ding Chuan picked him up and dragged him to the door: "I know."

Tu Ziyun tried to kick the cabinet as he passed by, causing the things on it to fall down, attracting the attention of the police outside, but Ding Chuan just glanced at him: "Don't bother."

Tu Ziyun's head hurt more and more.

"You still have the mind to ask this and that, you don't want to ask what is in the tea, will you die?"

A smile appeared on Tu Ziyun's pale face: "The last time you made tea was for today...I can drink it."

"Yes." Ding Chuan's eyes lit up again, as if they were about to burn, his expression was very happy, "I've waited for too long. From the time I survived to today, I've been counting the seconds every day. For this day."

Tu Ziyun was speechless, he was about to fall down, but Ding Chuan was still holding on to his collar excitedly, his right arm was twisted with veins, it was the price of a one-time activity, revealing the desperation of the last fight everywhere.

"How do I know that Baishi will go? Of course I know, he left the Bai family because of Pei Cangyu. Forget it, I tell you that you don't understand either. It doesn't matter, you don't need to know. All you need to know is," Ding Chuan said He picked it up, and looked at Tu Ziyun with shining eyes, "My dead daughter, my betrayal, ten years of exile, the Bai family and the official family will all pay the price."

Tu Ziyun trembled and touched behind him, but he didn't have a gun today.

Ding Chuan looked at Tu Ziyun: "You too."

As he said, he finally reached the door, clamped Tu Ziyun's head between the cracks of the door, and kicked the door hard a few times. It was dark, and only now did he notice that the policeman at the door was already dead, with his arms hanging down, blood dripping from a slit in his neck, staining the police uniform red, a pool of blood on the ground, winding towards the distance flow.

There was no one on this floor.

The lights on the ceiling flickered on and off, making a piercing sound, as if the filament would burn out in the next second. In the empty corridor, there was no one. He looked at Tu Ziyun, who was almost blind.

"That...nurse..." Tu Ziyun realized.

But Ding Chuan was walking towards him, like a ghost, with a strange smile, grabbed him who was almost shattered, and slammed his head against the wall a few times, Tu Ziyun's hands and feet twitched unconsciously, he had no doubts Ding Chuan planned to kill him.

But Ding Chuan didn't.

Ding Chuan held Tu Ziyun's bloody face, wiped the blood in front of Tu Ziyun's eyes with his sleeve, and stared at him: "I won't kill you. Back then you shot the barrel lid, and I survived. Today I I'll let you go once too, let's see your luck."

Ding Chuan bypassed him, took out the gun from under the pillow, flipped through Tu Ziyun's cell phone, and smiled: "The roof is good. It's a good cemetery."

As he spoke, he put the mobile phone into his large hospital gown, kicked Tu Ziyun away, and prepared to go upstairs.

With the last ounce of strength, Tu Ziyun grabbed Ding Chuan's trousers, preventing him from moving forward.

Ding Chuan looked at him and suddenly smiled. He squatted down with great effort, and reached out to stroke Tu Ziyun's hair: "Why bother? You don't understand Fei Qisheng at all. You've been here for so long, let's rest..."

Tu Ziyun held him tightly, his consciousness gradually blurred.

Ding Chuan told him: "Don't you know? The person who proposed the deal is not Bai Yilong, but our good brother, Fei Qisheng."

Tu Ziyun finally lost consciousness and his hand slipped down.

"Then," Ding Chuan leaned on the wall, stood up slowly, checked the pistol/gun, loaded it, turned off the safety, and held it in his hand. In the empty corridor, under the strange flickering lights, his gun His face flickered, with an excited and distorted smile, step by step on the ground, the wooden limbs knocked on the ground, making a dull sound, echoing in the corridor, "It's over."

He was walking towards the top of the building when Tu Ziyun's cell phone rang. Ding Chuan took it out, and as soon as he got through, an anxious voice came from the opposite side: "Master! We finally got through! Something happened! Baishi ran away! How is the situation on your side! ?”

"The situation...is not bad." Ding Chuan grinned, "Baishi really ran away."

He was stunned for a while, then shouted: "Ding Chuan!!!"

Ding Chuan took the phone away a little: "You can come quickly, I'm afraid you won't be able to collect the body in time if it's late."

After speaking, he hung up the phone and threw away the phone.

Finally reached the top of the building, Ding Chuan's excitement couldn't be increased.

He pushed open the door, and the man who he wanted to kill day and night was standing on the roof with an umbrella, his back to him, watching the night lights getting darker, waiting for Tu Ziyun, and turning his head easily after hearing the sound , but saw a ghost-like man in a hospital gown.

Ding Chuan walked towards him silently.

It took only a second for Fei Qisheng to react: "Brother Chuan..."

Ding Chuan laughed, his voice was loud, and he shook with laughter. His once tall body had only a few bones left. He looked at Fei Qisheng, with his back straightened for decades, and his hair combed meticulously. , clothes fold just right, always motionless, like a pine or cypress.In the past, others always said that people like Fei Qisheng would not be able to get along with others and would offend others. The righteous elder brother Ding Chuan and the bad-tempered senior Tu Ziyun almost blocked all external hatred for him.

"You're very energetic." Ding Chuan looked at him and walked across to him. His thin hospital gown was soaked through, like a drowned chicken, but his energy was so good that Fei Qisheng didn't move.

"Where's Tu Ziyun?"

"Who knows." Ding Chuan shrugged and informed him, "You will die today."

Fei Qisheng licked his lips and smiled wryly: "Really."

"You didn't bring a gun." Ding Chuan judged.

Fei Qisheng didn't bring one. He didn't think it was an occasion to bring a gun. In fact, they should celebrate the exposure of Baishi tonight.

"I'm going to kill you today." Ding Chuan announced.

Fei Qisheng took a step forward, Ding Chuan raised his arm and pointed the gun at him.

"Are you ready?" Ding Chuan asked him.

"Don't threaten me, you know it's impossible to be afraid." Fei Qisheng threw away his umbrella, and faced Ding Chuan directly, his eyes were as open as ever, and the rain quickly drenched him.

The corners of Ding Chuan's mouth curled up strangely: "You really have no regrets."

"What regrets? I caught you?" Fei Qisheng looked at him, "I really don't regret it."

Ding Chuan stared at him, neither spoke nor fired.

"If you wait for me to beg for mercy, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait." Fei Qisheng smiled, "I never beg for mercy, you know, and I will not admit my mistake."

Ding Chuan moved forward and put the gun on Fei Qisheng's forehead, shaking him, but Fei Qisheng quickly pushed it back, his eyes under the gun were shining brightly: "Don't expect me to apologize. We can never have the same stand, I was ready from the moment I approached you. A criminal will not change just because he likes to tell a few jokes and is kind to people. At the end of the day, he is still Whether a murderer or a sinner, I know this better than anyone else."

"So you think I'm evil." Ding Chuan laughed.

Fei Qisheng showed a rare smile: "My old man is an anti-drug policeman, and he is also an undercover agent. Since I was born, I have only seen him three times in more than ten years. When I was two years old, I kept a photo; when I was five years old, I saw him three times. Leave a photo; Thirteen, his funeral. I said I wanted to carry the coffin, but they didn’t let me go, because they were afraid of revenge from the poisonous gangsters. It rained at his burial that day, and I hid behind a tree to watch. Four people carried the coffin, covered it I saluted him at the funeral. I went to worship him for the first time after graduating from the police academy. I became a policeman not because I wanted revenge, not because I worshiped him, but because I believed in the same thing as him. The older I get, the more determined I become. A power-hungry person like Bai Yilong, a gangster like the Dark Fire Group, a thug like you," Fei Qisheng pushed forward, and the muzzle of the gun squeezed out a red mark on his forehead, "Of course I know it can't be eliminated. Of course I know that the water is deep and lucrative, but there are always people who want to take a step. You think I will be afraid, you think I will be sorry, it is an insult to me. What are Bai Yilong and Baishi, dare to threaten me? You What is it that dares to threaten me?"

Ding Chuan laughed, as if he had heard a big joke: "It's really disgusting, you."

Fei Qisheng was very calm: "I only live for the evildoers."

Ding Chuan took a step back, and the gun was held more steadily. This was a convenient position for shooting: "Then I will die only to avenge myself."

Fei Qisheng looked at him expressionlessly, the two wet wolves were deadlocked on the roof, every breath sounded like the last, clear and heavy.

Ding Chuan stopped laughing: "I didn't kill your son, it was already kind."

Fei Qisheng's face was finally moved: "Tangtang...is not in the plan..."

"Don't mention her name." Ding Chuan gritted his teeth.

Fei Qisheng looked at the muzzle of Ding Chuan's gun, the muzzle of the gun did not shake at all, and the person holding the gun had superb marksmanship, he had known this for a long time. ——It's strange, at the last moment, Fei Qisheng was very calm, he didn't look at Ding Chuan's face, he just looked at the muzzle of the gun, and then he suddenly recalled that when they were all young, they pretended not to know how to shoot himself, Ding Chuan who taught him.

Ding Chuan is always very patient, a patient boss.Ding Chuan taught him to take apart the gun, taught him to assemble it, taught him to load it, taught him to aim, and taught him to pull the trigger.

— as it is now.

A violent gunshot, accompanied by sparks, roared and flashed in the rainy night, and Fei Qisheng fell down in response.

Someone yelled heart-piercingly from a very close distance: "Dad——!!!!!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a second shot was fired, and the emaciated Ding Chuan was hit by a shot, and fell down quickly.

Fei Zuohua even threw the fired gun in his hand on the ground, and staggered towards his father. He saw a large blood-red spot on his abdomen, which stained his clothes. The crimson blood poured out, and he took off his clothes dizzily. The clothes covered it, but the blood flowed over his clothes, and his hands were quickly soaked in blood.

Fei Qisheng was still panting, he vomited blood, looked at his terrified son, thinking that he must say something to him, so that when his lonely son remembered him in the future, he would not only remember this piece Blood, the reconciliation that has not been reached for so many years.

So he swallowed blood desperately, swallowed the blood, and tried to open his mouth: "Fei Zuohua..."

Fei Zuohua raised his bewildered eyes, red and full of tears, he looked at his father tremblingly, gritted his teeth and didn't know what to do.

Fei Qisheng stared into his eyes, swallowed the gushing blood, and made a gurgling sound, which was almost terrifying: "Take care of your mother..."

Fei Zuohua was still trembling.

Fei Qisheng held on to the last sentence: "I couldn't accompany you more before, I'm sorry..."

He tried to reach out to touch his son's face full of tears, he could still say the last sentence to his son, he should thank Ding Chuan for not holding the gun securely.He raised his hand, but he fell down without touching it.

Fei Zuohua looked at the dead body, and sat holding him in the rain for a long time, before finally realizing it, he fell on him and burst into tears.