After listening to these words, the sober people in the circle made amazing words, and they all stared at the yellow team with astonishment.

The yellow team ignored no one, and bowed their heads anxiously around the house for a few laps.

At this time, someone whispered, "That's the city bureau ..."

These people neglect their duties, protect themselves for crimes, cover crimes, and draw stolen money from them. Of course, their hands are not clean, but shutting up money is one thing, and killing people yourself is another matter. Most people in this house even There is no specific matter, just open one eye and close one eye, and wait for the sealing fee. Usually it is time to go to work. You should receive wages and salaries, at least a little gray income, and occasionally enter and enter some "entertainment places" for entertainment. No one considers himself to be a ferocious person-not to mention that he was deeply influenced by Wang Hongliang's three views, and they also agreed that it would be okay to die a few pheasants and hooligans, and to attack their peers? That's too much.

A pair of naked eyes are born under the forehead. When looking up or looking up, I often feel that I see a person.

When you look down, you often feel that you are seeing animals and animals-those who have no power or power, follow the waves, struggle to survive, and are old, weak, and sick. Most of them belong to this category.

People look at animals and think that they also know how to eat, drink, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, and eat. After all, idioms only say "human life is off the sky", other lives, then it will not hinder God.

The death of Chen Zhen was an accidental mistake, and the death of Luo Wenzhou was a major event-everyone had a more or less psychological sense, except that Captain Huang was a pair of bears and leopards, which was a personal thing.

"Yellow team, this is not possible, this is really not possible." Another person opened his mouth and said, "I want to say that the one who dies will die. Let's dispose of the corpse, then Luo Wenzhou can't see anyone or die, he still How can it be? "

"How? He knows that the kid is missing here," the Huang team's teeth tightened, and his words seemed to burst from the teeth. "Today he returns without power, tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? You do n’t do anything else every day, you can wait for him at this place 24 hours a day? Can you guarantee that the people in this place are strict? Trading is trading, and now you have killed people, let alone him. Even if you tell Wang Ju, Wang Ju may not be willing to protect you! "

The man opened his mouth neatly: "It's all ..."

"It's your mother who is afraid! Why did a dead person appear somehow in" that place "that night on the 20th? You were all at that time, who saw it? Even if it was a **** who killed and threw a corpse, how could that be? Coincidentally, just throw the corpse there? It's like ... just like 'marking us' on purpose! "The Huang team said to himself alive, and he swallowed hard." And the boy just now, Somehow came out to inquire about 'that place'. Who did you tell me, how did he know? If it happened to be monitored and heard, or if I happened to be, tomorrow, the handcuffs in your pocket may not be on anyone's hand ! When and how did a little cub who rented out of the black set up a criminal investigation team in the listed bureau, huh? Do you know? Do n’t know, you **** know a fart! "

I don't know who stopped the music in the room, and those who had used the medicine were still confused, but the sober ones were silent.

"There must be a correlation between '520' and today, and there must be inner ghosts among us." The yellow team stared at the monitoring picture, took a deep breath, and said, "I wanted to hold the surname Chen." Boy, give him some "sweetness", what can be out of him ... Forget it, if you get to this step, you have to be simple and rude, you say, dare you? "

No one answered at first.

The yellow team sighed heavily: "Okay, you waste, what's the matter with love, now go out and surrender, go, maybe it will be light."

At this moment, the man who poured his face with wine just opened his mouth: "I got the needle from that kid."

The yellow team turned around and squinted at him.

"I, I ... I do!"

"You hit the needle. Who was there with the kid at that time? When he ran out in a panic and hid next to him with a stick to stun him?" The yellow team pulled the corners of his mouth, Gaze glanced over a group of people, "Who was the kidnapper? Who was the janitor ... Oh, speaking of the janitor, I'd like to ask, Xiao Song said that he only hit a little, how could someone die? Come on, eh? "

Several of them bowed their heads one after the other, and they were silent.

"I think I can leave," Huang said with a slight smile. "It's just that I have to control my mouth after I go out."

Everyone has a mouth. Anyone who has a mouth out of this door is a potential inner ghost.

No one wants to admit that he is an "inner ghost" in front of such cruel people.

Finally, no one was talking.

"Be careful when you start," said Huang team expressionlessly. "During the investigation of the '520' homicide in the Western District, Team Luo unfortunately ran into a crazy addict and died."

Luo Wenzhou glanced at his watch. At this time, more than twenty minutes had passed since he called for foreign aid. The heavy sound-proofing material could not stop the music like the demolished house next door. He sat opposite a girl who didn't work very decently. The table cost him more than half a month's salary.

I do n’t know if the air conditioner in the room is too cold. I do n’t know where the small overcast wind swept his neck. Luo Wenzhou suddenly had a bad feeling for no reason, so he picked up the heavy big ashtray on the table in his hand. Look at it and say to Wu Xuechun, "I don't think you are too old. What can you do? Want to change?"

Wu Xuechun shook her head and did not squeak. She just lifted the long sleeves of the dress to show him. There were a few pinholes on her thin arms, and bruises caused by improper injection methods. She was very white, and the bruises became more shocking and hard to return.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

On this occasion, it seems that he should say a few words of consolation and encouragement like a big brother, which is more in line with social etiquette, but some situations are cruel and abnormal. If he moves to another place, Luo Wenzhou cannot consciously do anything better than others. The choice, to say those words, is like saying "drink more water" to terminally ill patients. It may be too painful to stand up and talk.

He was speechless, so he shut up.

At this moment, the "heavy metal dismantling from the wall" just next to the gap between the two songs, with a pause, Luo Wenzhou's ears of consciousness suddenly heard a rush of footsteps from outside.

He didn't have time to think, he had already reacted subconsciously and asked Wu Xuechun: "Where is Chen Zhen?"

Wu Xuechun was stupid when he asked suddenly, and then blurted out: "In the storage room on the west side of the second floor."

As soon as she spoke, Luo Wenzhou was dragged by one hand and Luo Wenzhou hurriedly pushed her towards the window: "Run."

Wu Xuechun took a few steps back and was kicked by her high heels. Until then, she was still a little hesitant. He hesitated to stand by the wall, she said, "I ..."

She was going to say "I'm fine, I'm theirs, and they won't treat me", but this long sentence hasn't set off yet, and Luo Wenzhou interrupted indiscriminately: "Let you run and run, take off your shoes Stop talking nonsense. "

As soon as his words fell, the door of the private room had been kicked open, and a few young men with red willows and greens broke in without a word, bringing a strong wine and a special odor. Alas, I just started.

Luo Wenzhou picked up the luxurious ashtray from the table with a flash of light in the corner of his eye. He reached out to block the ashtray forward, and the metal squeaked through the glass. A watermelon knife was right there. The bottom of the ashtray slipped out.

Luo Wenzhou clasped the ashtray down and slammed the man's wrist fiercely. He pressed his arm back and raised his knees against the knife-bearing abdomen.

The bile of the knife holder was almost chopped out by him, and the watermelon knife was immediately released, Luo Wenzhou snatched the knife, took his yellow hair and slammed it against the wall next to him, shortly avoiding another thumping thug, I took a bottle from the table and didn't know whether it was real or fake. The round, round bottle like a big pancake patted it on the other's head.

These thugs are hooligans who do not know where to find them. Each one has a face like a living ghost, and he has been poisoned by the salesman. Luo Wenzhou has rich experience in street fighting, young and strong, regular exercise, and extra pancake fruit every day. An egg, so I packed up this bunch of addicts with great disparity.

He looked back for a while, and found that Wu Xuechun was snarled by him and he obeyed. He took off his shoes and ran away from the window, so he took a deep breath and rushed to the storage room on the second floor. Having trouble with him?

At this point, he could no longer think about it. He stepped upstairs to the second floor a few steps, and a heavy anxiety permeated his mind. A thought of no avail suddenly passed over his chest. He thought: "What happened to Chen Zhen?"

He was acquainted by the gangsters he turned over, and Zhangya danced to catch up. A waiter delivering drinks screamed in shock and pressed against the wall. Luo Wenzhou pushed him away and saw the storeroom. Sign: A mottled sign that says "Stop for non-employees."

Luo Wenzhou stepped back half a step and flew a kick on the door. The wooden door vibrated and his calf hurt. He immediately changed his leg again and kicked it again. This time the calf passed through the door and he knocked on the door. A hole.

Luo Wenzhou slammed the door and saw a motionless person lying inside: "Chen Zhen!"

He wanted to step up and look at it, but his legs were slightly numb, blocking him for a moment. In this moment, the brain that had been overheated because of a big hit just slowly cooled down with his calm breath, Luo Wenzhou suddenly responded—no, he asked the place where Chen Zhen was detained so plainly from Wu Xuechun's mouth. There must be someone staring behind the surveillance, why don't they transfer Chen Zhen away?

This thought passed by, and Luo Wenzhou stepped back without thinking. At the same time, the person lying on the ground jumped up without warning, poking at Luo Wenzhou's neck. Luo Wenzhou was in a state of full alert. Hold the watermelon knife you took away from the man's wrists, grab the man's shoulders, and hit him on the side shelf.

However, the other side was also very experienced. He shrugged his shoulders and unloaded the impact. With this rebound, he punched under Luo Wenzhou's ribs. Luo Wenzhou didn't come up in a breath, and the knife almost released his hand, sideways avoiding one of the other's captures. He took the man's arm and turned a half circle, stepping on the man's knee.

The man screamed and fell to his knees, and Luo Wenzhou finally saw who was holding in his hand by the glimmer of the door. He didn't know who his surname was, but he had seen him saddle in front of Wang Hongliang.

Luo Wenzhou pinched his hair and forced him to look up; "Where is Chen Zhen?"

The one who was kneeling on his knees-it was the Huang team, staring at Luo Wenzhou with his eyes hanging, without any repentance, smiling gently: "Waiting for you in front."

Luo Wenzhou understood the meaning of the words, and his pupils shrank. At the same time, a wind sounded behind him. Luo Wenzhou instinctively turned to his side and raised his arms to protect his head and face. Luo Wenzhou's left arm was almost defeated, and the people behind him waited for the attack, including knifes, wine bottles, and iron locks. He greeted him with his head covered.

Luo Wenzhou flickered from side to side and flickered, and his body quickly hung up.

Before leaving, he actually applied for a gun, but he did not dare to take it out, because he was not sure that Wang Hongliang's dog legs would honestly abide by the "five bans". These people now think he has no Being defenseless, they can be solved with cold weapons, and they don't want to make a lot of movement in the downtown area, so they are willing to accompany him.

He was alone, and it was better to use his hands than to use a gun. Besides, there was a downtown not far from Hongfu's grand view. There was a fire accidentally injured in the chaos, and the problem was serious.

At this moment, a sharp siren sounded suddenly, and a group of people froze at the same time, except that Luo Wenzhou raised his hand and held down the face of a blocking dog very quickly, according to the cartilage on his nose. He came up with a blow, then flashed a stab, and walked into the corridor in two steps-he knew that the siren sound must be false, and the West Road was not easy to go. It was less than half an hour. He called for support to come Not so fast.

Luo Wenzhou did not walk up the stairs, fearing there was an ambush. He rushed into the bathroom around the corner, opened the window and jumped down.

At this point, he was scratched on the back, leaving little cuts and bruises left, and the left forearm could not be lifted a bit. I do n’t know if it was broken. Two hours ago he was thinking " The murderer in the 520 "case would bite Zhang Dong to this hook, and Yu Xun would leisurely" feed the cat "in the cafeteria, but did not expect to wear it in the action movie two hours later.

Life situation is as impermanent as Luo Yiguo.

Suddenly, someone called him, "Brother, here!"

When Luo Wenzhou turned his head and saw barefoot Wu Xuechun beckoning to him, Luo Wenzhou's scalp exploded: "Isn't it letting you run, why are you still here?"

"I threw that alarm just now," said Wu Xuechun, "you are not familiar. I will take you out. Did you find Chen Zhen?"

Luo Wenzhou hadn't had time to talk back, and the chase had arrived: "Where is it? Catch him!"

Luo Wenzhou pulled Wu Xuechun up and came to a low wall behind Hongfu Grand View in her incoherent directions. Thanks to Wu Xuechun's slender body, Luo Wenzhou carried her up and down with both hands, supporting the low wall. Then he turned over sharply.

When he landed, his left arm, which was used by him forcibly, changed from a numb dull pain to a pain in the heart. Luo Wenzhou frowned, and hissed, and the evening breeze blew. The blood-soaked shirt on his back was almost It's cool.

Wu Xuechun saw the risk of his blood stains by the street lamp, was frightened, and almost screamed.

Luo Wenzhou: "Where to run?"

Wu Xuechun pointed him in a direction, and the next moment he was dragged up by the man and ran.

"It's okay," Luo Wenzhou comforted her casually. "I'm not out of shape."

Wu Xuechun: "..."

The two people walked through several paths, and after seeing seven turns and eight turns, they saw the avenue. Luo Wenzhou's tense heart was put down, and he said to the breathless Wu Xuechun, "You go back to the office with me, and then ... ... "

His voice stopped abruptly.

I saw that on both sides of the road, the original lively stalls flashed out, and the pedestrians were dodging. Several "bursting" motorcycles were blocked at the intersection, waiting for him for a long time.

Luo Wenzhou and Yu Guang glanced at the watch—counting the time and dragging on for a while, the foreign aid should almost arrive.

So he hid Wu Xuechun behind him and smiled at the head of the motorcycle with a smooth smile: "Dude, do you have a little misunderstanding with me, chat?"

No one knows that the man did not have the problem of "the villain died of too much talk". He shot Sen Leng's gaze from his helmet and stared at Luo Wenzhou. Then he suddenly twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle slammed in place. They came over.

Luo Wenzhou had no choice but to grasp what was in his pocket.

Just before he took out the gun, suddenly, the sound of a car engine louder than the "sudden" sound of the motorcycle came.

The motorcycles did not expect that there could still be brain-driving car madness in this place, and they hurriedly dodged subconsciously. They were rushed into a jumble, and a sports car like a viper made a lightning-like appearance. It was a skillful drift on the spot, exactly He reached the rear wheel of the motorcycle in motion, and the motorcycle flew out of the air together with the people.

A half-length side window appeared in the half-dropped window, and the person didn't look at Luo Wenzhou, but said briefly, "Get in the car."