Fate is coming and going.

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Hongjing's early spring was still very cold.

But anyway, it has already been shocked, and the rain is also abundant. The flowing clouds outline a very vivid scene between the heavens and the earth, the city is full of plants, half new green, and half green.

The bicycle bell jingled, left and then left, as if it were a small bell that awakened insects. Along the side of the road is a continuous flower stand, with yellow carnations or lilac phalaenopsis. Pedestrians can buy a bunch for very little money.

Xun Lian parked the car on the side of the road, stepped out of the door, took two steps, and stopped under a sycamore tree.

There was a flower stand under the tree. The little girl selling flowers wore a woolen cap, her face frosted red. When she saw Xing Conglian, she smiled sweetly.

Xing Lian took ten dollars, and the little girl handed a bunch of lilies as usual.

Lily also carried the dew fragrance, and Xun Cong shook his head and pulled out only one of them. Then he ran his fingers over the cheek of the little girl's flesh, and turned to walk deep into Huajie.

At the end of this flower street and flower street is a hidden cemetery. As you get closer, the fragrance of the flowers will gradually fade away, and the smell of fireworks will become stronger.

This cemetery is not located on the outskirts of beautiful mountains and rivers, but is almost located near the center of the city. It is near a large river with a bridge named Taiqian.

It has been more than six months since Lin Chen fell from the Taiqian Bridge to the river.

The lake rustled and licked the pebbles on the shore, and Xun walked through the scattered tombstones. In front of the tombstone closest to the lake shore, he stopped and put down the lily in his hand.

There wasn't even a picture on that tombstone. The surname was reddish with ink. Perhaps it was because there was too much oil paint on the depiction. The tiny ink leaked from the edge of the name, like the tentacles of some insects.

Xing Conglian sat down cross-legged casually in front of the tombstone, and he lit a cigarette, but allowed the smoke to burn out every inch of it.

After Lin Chen and Feng Peilin fell off the bridge that day, they searched the river for a long time.

Three days and nights, without sleep, he experienced for the first time from full of hope to the disillusionment of hope.

Until now, he sometimes still remembered Lin Chen's face when he fell.

He had seen many people's faces before they died, but he had never seen anyone as calm and calm as Lin Chen, as if he was just going out for breakfast, calmly as if autumn leaves should have fallen from the branches.

He often wondered if Lin Chen hadn't died at all, after all, they hadn't caught any corpses. So maybe one day, Lin Chen will stand in front of the tomb, pick up the lily in front of the tombstone, and sniff gently.

Therefore, he likes to come here, even if he doesn't do anything, he can be dazed.

Xing Conglian sat in front of Lin Chen's grave and looked around aimlessly.

The cell phone in his pants pocket started to shake suddenly.

"Head, he shows up again," said the other end of the phone.

"On the Shifang section of Hongjing Expressway ..."

"No casualties."

Xing Lian hung up the phone. He stared at the tombstone and took a deep breath of cigarettes. He threw the cigarette butts on the ground and smashed Mars with his heels.

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Hongjing Interpol and Lin Chen did not look any different when they left.

In the office, most of the police officers have already gone to police, leaving only one technician in the dynasty to watch the video.

Xing Cong took a sip of iced lemon tea from the dynasty, and his teeth were shaking.

"Head, although you don't hate me, but that doesn't mean I don't hate you. Would you bother to buy a cup yourself?" The dynasty grabbed the ice tea with one hand, reversing the mouth of the cup with an aversion, and the other hand And did not leave from the mouse.

"How's the situation, or that kid?"

"Look at it yourself," said the dynasty, opening a video and starting to play.

It was a clipped video of a passenger car on the highway for 8 minutes.

It was more than six o'clock in the morning, and the moon and stars just disappeared. Both sides of the expressway were full of soft reeds. Whenever a passenger car galloped past, the reeds near the roadside would sway like waves.

There are a lot of people in the car. Because of sitting too full, the water vapor in the breath of people condenses into a layer of mist on the window. Most of the passengers are resting with their eyes closed, and the air seems to be full of drowsiness. The smell of sleep.

On the seat near the window, the woman with the child tore off the lollipop packaging, and the little girl took the cantaloupe milk candy and licked it.

Suddenly, a huge street sign with a white background on a green background appeared out of the window. Because the speed was too fast, the street sign suddenly passed away. Only the huge font left a light afterimage on the retina.

This street sign seemed to start a wonderful spell. The fog outside the window seemed to infiltrate into the compartment at once, the camera began to shake violently, the curtains were brushed up, and the passengers were all tilted to the left, and the video screen became blurred.

The sound then pierced the eardrum, the driver slammed the steering wheel, the horn sound and the sharp sound of the sudden brake superimposed on each other, deafening.

The candy in the little girl's hand fell to the ground, and the surface of the milky lollipop was stained with the fine fluff and dust on the carpet, and rolled continuously in the back row.

After the bus stopped in the temporary parking belt, the passengers woke up like dreams. They hurriedly looked around. After a while, they discovered that there were no other vehicles around.

The road is empty and terribly empty.

They then looked at the driver subconsciously, and several young and strong young men stood up against the back of the front seats, as if they would rush out if there was danger.

However, they all froze because they saw a gun, a gun resting on the driver's temple.

I don't know when someone touched the driver's seat.

It was a very young boy, and he wore a sooty cashmere scarf. The scarf covered the mouth and nose, revealing only the slightly raised eyes. Those eyes were like moisturized glazed glass, which made people want to kiss.

I saw him bowing closer to the driver's ear, and seemed to say something.

Now it is a legal society with strict gun control. Most people have never seen a pistol, let alone encountered a real highway car hijacking.

Especially the car hijacker was so quiet and gentle, even the reflection of the gun in his hand seemed so soft.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, the car hijacker seemed to be inactive, and the passengers began to whisper.

The mother patted her child's back and patted her back gently. The men stood up vigilantly. The girls who watched more variety shows even began to guess that this was a special shooting with hidden cameras.

The atmosphere in the carriage gradually became turbulent, and the daring young man began to walk up the aisle and tried to approach the cab.

The car hijacker's eyes narrowed slightly, as if laughing.

The next moment, the gun went off.

It was the real sound of gunfire, like a firecracker bursting, a car bursting, and the mist accumulating on the roadside shook slightly.

The passengers looked at the driver in horror.

However, the blood flow of the expected head did not appear. The bullet rubbed the driver's forehead and broke the window on the side of the cab. The glass shards shattered the ground. The driver gritted his teeth and shrank into a ball. Tremble.

The passenger door suddenly realized that the boy with the gun was serious about car hijacking.

Ya Que was silent when she was inside the car.

However, the teenager standing in front of the bus smiled. His eyes were bent into a beautiful arc, his arm was stretched, he jumped onto the panel of the bus, and his gun was lowered.

How should a vicious carjacker speak?

Does it mean "pay all your money, or you will be killed" or "don't want to be headshot, put valuable things in the bag"?

Some guests have taken off the gold watch on their wrists consciously, but have heard strange words unexpectedly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, take out all your sweets. Besides, I don't want citrus."

The young man said this. He was like playing a game. He threw the gun from his left hand to his right hand and suddenly reached out. The gun barrel was turned towards the delusional driver: "I said, please don't move."

His soft voice penetrated the ears of every passenger like warm water.

Everyone thought they had heard it wrong, and a pair of confused eyes looked around, no one knew what was going on.

"Hurry up, I'm not kidding." The teenager sat on the panel and laughed. Underneath his light blue jeans were paired with new pairs of bright yellow Nike shoes, with his feet hanging in the air, shaking left and right, and shaking gently.

When all the passengers were still immersed in the unknown confusion, with a bang! The teenager pulled the trigger again.

This time, the bullet flew to the forefront of the bus, the windshield "cracked" and burst, and cold wind poured into the compartment instantly.

The wind blew up the juvenile black and soft hair, and also made the driver's face cold like gold leaf.

As if in a juggle, the teenager took out a scarlet woolen cap from his jacket pocket and thoughtfully put it on the driver.

But the next second, he pointed his black hole at the restless middle-aged man in the front row who was about to dig the phone, coldly: "Hurry up!"

The middle-aged man trembled, took out half a roll of halls mints from his arms, and handed them out.

The teenager took the sugar with satisfaction, picked one out with one hand, put it in his mouth, and stuffed the sugar paper into his pocket.

The leader will naturally lead a group of followers. White jelly candy, light yellow lemon candy, pink bubble gum, and colorful candy have all fallen into the pockets of the teenagers. Some even handed over a box full of golden Ferrero. Eye chocolate, expressing rejection.

After eight minutes, all the candy on the bus was swept away.

From time to time, the car pager sent call requests. The red dot on the smart computer kept flashing. The teenager seemed annoyed. He turned off the pager and took off the tablet-sized car computer from the shelf.

"I wish you all a pleasant journey."

After he finished speaking, he jumped on the front console of the bus and made a kiss kiss.

The next moment, he saw that he jumped out of the broken front window without hesitation, rolled on the highway, and flew down the highway like a home egret flying into the reeds.