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Out of sight of the brothers, the old policeman stood there without moving.

Looking at the three young souls, he was reluctant to leave, reluctant to move, and wanted to take another look, one more look.

But if you think about it again, you have to go.

He couldn't make up his mind, if they knew he could see it, would they still come?
He was afraid they would not come.

People who have been nagging for half their lives...

"It's still hard to use this thing!"

"The handcuffs are of good quality, but did he do it on purpose? Why did one of the three of us burn down?"

"Hey, there were four of us in the past, and you were the only one who took the handcuffs. The three of us were in charge of charging, and you were in charge of detaining people. There's nothing wrong with that."

Every word and sentence is all about the past.

His head was stained with the pillow, and he was lying on his side, tears dripping from the pillow.

The rustling voices in the living room continued until the middle of the night, and as the empty soda can on the screen curtain of the living room balcony was driven by the screen curtain, the whole room became completely silent.

Only the sound of my own breathing was quiet.

gone.

gone.

The old policeman sat up slowly, wiped his blurry eyes, rubbed the water on his short sleeves with the back of his hand, and walked out of the bedroom.

The barbecue on the coffee table was still there, and it was already cold.

He sat where they had just sat, with tears in his eyes, bit his lip, bent over, reached out, and picked up a bunch at random.

Elbows resting on knees, four fingers together trying to wipe away the tears in the eyes, but after rubbing back and forth twice, the emotions that had been tense for half the night completely collapsed.

"what!!!"

A howl broke out.

With his head resting on the back of the sofa, staring blankly at the roof, weeping, weeping, sobbing, every sound is all the past accumulated over the years.

……

"Fuck, they found out."

"I'm going to delay, you go quickly."

"Don't delay, let's go together, these people are so ruthless, don't you have a B number in your heart!"

"No one can leave without delay, go, this is an order, let me go the fuck!"

……

"Xiao Wu, run!"

"Run! Don't look back!"

……

"Don't be afraid, get out alive, you can do it, be obedient."

……

boom!
That year, he was the youngest of the four and the only one who survived.

When Mingming sat down, he was leaning on the back of the sofa and crying there, but when his consciousness regained consciousness and returned to reality, the reality after 23 years was already dawning.

The years here are quiet and good, even a ray of sunlight shines thinly on the ground through the gauze curtain.

He curled up into a ball, hugged himself tightly, and curled up in the corner of the sofa.

After crying all night, her eyes are red and swollen, she looks like a fucking idiot!

There is still a case to be dealt with today, to detach himself from his emotions, to calm himself down, he slowly got up, wanting to flush his face, when he was about to sit up, he saw the stainless steel basin next to him.

He remembered it clearly.

Last night, he burned a red rope.

The red rope became handcuffs.

He remembered clearly that last night, his brothers were sitting here talking and laughing.

But now-

In the stainless steel basin is a complete red rope.

Not even a trace of being burned.

The calm face of the old policeman instantly became flustered.

Bending down, he took the red rope out of the stainless steel basin and held it in his hand.

A pair of hands that had been holding guns all year round had already developed a thick layer of calluses, holding the red rope, shaking uncontrollably.

He yesterday—

Is it a dream or is it real!

Shortness of breath came up suddenly, and the thoughts lingered in his mind for less than a second.

He is not an indecisive person.

He simply got up quickly, put the red rope in his pocket, and went out without washing his face.

funeral shop.

Jiang Ningning yawned and opened the door.

Seeing the old policeman whose eyes were red, swollen and tear-stained, he was startled for a moment, and quickly opened the door, "My God, why are you here so early?"

The old policeman came in.

Walk around the store and finally sit on a willow stool opposite the counter.

When Jiang Ningning followed, he took out the red rope from his pocket.

Jiang Ningning glanced at the red rope and smiled, "Yesterday, was it burned?"

The old policeman was about to ask, but he didn't say anything. When he heard Jiang Ningning's words, he frowned, "It's burnt, but I finished burning it yesterday, and it turned into a pair of handcuffs, but this morning, why are they still in good condition?" A lossless look? I..."

He wanted to ask, did I burn or not.

But these words are obviously redundant.

Jiang Ningning picked up the red rope and put it on his wrist.

"This is what I usually use, and I don't usually give it to others. You..."

After a pause, Jiang Ningning tied the red rope and looked up at the old policeman.

"Because you burned it, so it turned out to be handcuffs, and someone else burned it, so it may not be anything."

This is so mysterious.

But this is absurd.

Knowing that he was indeed burned, and that yesterday was not a dream, the most important thing in the old policeman's heart was to stop.

He was silent for a while, and asked: "Will I still see them in the future? If I see them, can I talk?"

Jiang Ningning raised her eyebrows, "I saw you yesterday, didn't you say anything?"

Old policeman: ...

"I dare not say."

Jiang Ningning was dumbfounded, "The police are still afraid of ghosts?"

Old policeman: ...

I am afraid of ghosts when I go to Grandpa!

"I'm afraid to frighten them."

As soon as the words came out.

Jiang Ningning: ...

Old policeman: ...

It seems that something is weird.

Clearing his throat, the old policeman couldn't hold back his stern face, and smiled a little, "So, you can chat, right?"

Jiang Ningning waved her hand, "Hey! I don't know, anyway, there are no ghosts in the world."

Old policeman: ...

Jiang Ningning winked at him and smiled: "There are no ghosts, only species of different professions."

Species of different professions?
You big fool!
But when he came out of the funeral shop, the morning sun shone on his face, and the face of the old policeman who had been crying all night still stretched out into a smile.

He calmed or numb his heart for 23 years, and there was expectation.

Looking forward to meeting those species next time.

Not drunk endlessly.

Just two steps away, the phone rang.

"Boss, where are you?"

Over there, the urgent voice of the deputy captain came from the noisy background.

"What happened? I'm on Aimindao's side, and I'm going back to the bureau."

"Don't, don't, don't go back to the game, we are going to the scene, you go directly, we have been watching the construction team for more than 20 days, something happened!"

In this construction team, there is a horse boy pretending to be a migrant worker.

In order to fish, they kept staring at the pony boy and failed to catch it, and it was almost time to collect the net.

Hearing this, the old policeman quickly got into the car, stepped on the gas pedal to get out, and asked, "What happened?"

"The horse boy is gone! It's in the construction team. There are no corpses or people. The brothers watching over there have all passed. The key is... the construction team said that last night was haunted!"

Veteran Police: @#￥%...

What the hell?