Baiyan Incident: Drugstore Street Chapter

Seeing Bai Yan rushing out of the tea room, several police officers who were smoking in the corner outside the tea room looked at each other—chasing?Do not chase?Chase?A few people exchanged messages with shifting eyes and twitching of the corners of their mouths—just before going upstairs, Zhan Qingyun specially instructed to emphasize that this was a "private" chat, so that if his police officers had no special Do not come up to disturb the situation.

Speaking of which, the exhibition team just told them to guard the door, and he himself wanted to chat with Bai Yan, a small boss of the underworld in this area.Half an hour ago, Zhan Qingyun had just led a team to bring one, to put it nicely - a nightclub involving over-the-top operations.And that was one of the nightclubs controlled by Bai Yan and his group.

But now, the chat partner of the exhibition team ran away.Just as the police officers hesitated, Bai Yan jumped into a jeep waiting at the end of the street, and then disappeared—oh!He really knows how to choose a place - the police officers looked at each other and thought about it.There is a three-way intersection at the end of the street. If you walk along any of the three main roads, you will be subdivided into countless alleys without road names. Even if you drive now, you may not be able to catch up so easily.

A few people thought about this, in order not to be scolded too badly - Zhan Qingyun is notoriously strict with his subordinates, no one in the sweeping team has been spared in the past few months - they ran up in a cluster Go upstairs, trying to find a good attitude to report the situation in time.

"Head? Head? Team Zhan?" After the group of police officers yelled for the third time, and waved their hands twice in front of Zhan Qingyun's slightly dull gaze, Zhan Qingyun finally came to his senses——Zhan Qingyun's The palm of his right hand was spread out flat, and on it was a silver-gray metal shirt cuff button, which was torn off by Zhan Qingyun when Bai Yan struggled to leave.But just now, when the police officers rushed into the private room, Zhan Qingyun was staring at the cufflinks in a daze.

"Stolen goods!" A fat police officer suddenly pointed to the cufflinks and said, "It must be stolen goods!"

"Damn!" Just as the fat police officer squinted his eyes and waited for the praise he deserved, Zhan Qingyun raised his head and gave him a hard look.

"That's a token?" The thinner police officer changed the direction of "detection".

"No, no, just now I went to put water on the back wall, and I heard the head in the private room upstairs talking to that kid—my Baiyan." The short police officer denied.

"I learned this in the interrogation class of the police academy—" The short police officer was the only one among the group who graduated from the regular police academy like Zhan Qingyun, but it is said that because of his height, he could not enter the police station after graduation like his classmates. Looking for a job in an institution above the police station—but after a few months of contact, Zhan Qingyun firmly believes that it is definitely not the height problem that hinders this person's career development.

"This is called suppressing the atmosphere—" the short policeman explained to the people around him solemnly.

"During the interrogation, you have to overwhelm the other party from the beginning. My Bai Yan—listen, how powerful! How oppressive! There is also a mockery and mockery towards the other party who is also a man! That kind of The metaphor of comparing the other party to the prey in the palm - if someone interrogated me like this, I would definitely tremble on the spot."

"But why do I think this will make him mistakenly think that the team has taken a fancy to him?" The skinny policeman is still insisting on his point of view.Zhan Qingyun felt an inexplicable irritability, he was really too lazy to deal with these people, so in order to stop this discussion in time, he put away the cufflinks and put them in his trouser pocket.

"Eh? You don't really like him, do you?" But Zhan Qingyun's noncommittal was regarded as acquiescence, and the fat policeman directly exclaimed.

"Shut up! Close the team!" Zhan Qingyun couldn't take it anymore, he roared, then pushed away the subordinate police officers who surrounded him, walked down the teahouse and went out.

——This made Zhan Qingyun's hatred towards Bai Yan a little more out of thin air—it was difficult for Zhan Qingyun to hold on for a second with a gang of mob subordinates all day long.

Originally, Zhan Qingyun should be in New Star City at this moment.The transnational drug trafficking case codenamed "K" in his hand is not over yet.No, it should be said that it is almost over.But on the eve of closing the net, his most important informant unexpectedly died in the nightclub they were planning to meet—controlled by the gangster Bai Yan. After many investigations, the cause of death was alcoholism and indulgence over.

Every time Zhan Qingyun thought of this, he would bite his teeth to the point of bleeding.Although informants and undercover agents were killed from time to time around them—it happened to Zhan Qingyun in his first case more than a decade ago—but this time it was different. One of the largest and most influential transnational cases he has ever taken on.

Zhan Qingyun was about to burn out, and the cigarette butt that was almost burned to his fingers fell to the ground angrily, kicking his feet hard.But when he raised his leather shoes and looked at the line segment drawn by the crushed cigarette butt on the concrete floor, there seemed to be something lingering around him, but he couldn't catch it no matter what, it seemed to be like a feather fluttering Zhan Qingyun A memory from long ago...

Barefoot and wearing a shirt, Bai Yan rushed into the bathroom of his apartment recklessly.He closed the glass door of the bathroom tightly, as if he was afraid that something would come in with him—but, that voice seemed to be mixed into his mind, somewhere deep, out of his reach—a low whisper with.On the way back from the tea room, Bai Yan couldn't even hear any noisy voices around him.His world became quiet, so quiet that only that voice remained.

Bai Yan stood under the shower, turned the faucet to the maximum, and let the still hot water hit his head.

It wasn't until the fog in the bathroom thickened, when the vanity mirror and the glass door of the bathroom were blurred that he could no longer reflect his figure, Bai Yan pulled the shirt that was completely wet and stuck to his body and threw it aside.

Bai Yan picked up one of the hair brushes in a row on the bathroom wall, and frantically brushed the bristles on his arms, chest and back—maybe any normal person would think that this way of bathing It's too weird, but for the past year, Bai Yan spent every night like this - he scrubbed his body desperately.

Soon, the thorn-like bristles drew dark red bloodstains on Bai Yan's body.But Bai Yan didn't intend to stop at all. Instead, he intensified the force on his hands, scrubbing his own body even more vigorously like scrubbing a piece of dirty and worn-out clothes.The dark red scratches gradually formed into clusters, and then from clusters into pieces, the color became more and more vivid.Tears welled up from the corners of Bai Yan's eyes uncontrollably, it was almost human instinct.Under the excruciating pain, the spasms and tears of the body seem to be no longer under the control of the brain.Bai Yan was convulsing instinctively, and was also crying instinctively—in the sound of huge rushing water.Even so, Bai Yan still didn't stop, his blood-red body was like a blooming rose in the lingering mist.

On a certain day a year ago, those tattoos appeared on Bai Yan's body for no reason. From the time when those ugly and thorny vines surrounded him tightly, the thought of washing them away never stopped from Bai Yan's head.What this tattoo left in his memory was not only the severe pain, but also the seemingly innocuous but long-lasting humiliation that tormented him—what's more unfortunate, the tattoo had already penetrated deep into Bai Yan's skin , or in other words, the tattoo has become one with him.This imprint, as long as he survives for one day, will accompany him for one day, which cannot be erased.At this moment, the blood dripping from Bai Yan's body outlined the details of the pattern more vividly.

There was a click of the apartment latch.

Bai Yan seemed to have heard the gospel of God, he didn't care to dry himself, grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist hastily, and rushed out towards the door where the voice came from.

At this moment, standing outside Baiyan's apartment is a middle-aged man who seems to be in his fifties. He has gray hair that is not messy, and his slightly bloated body is decorated with a well-fitting suit. With a unique sense of affinity.He took off the cigar in his mouth and put it between his fingers, stood at the door, opened his arms wide, and waited for Bai Yan to fall into his arms.Yes, Bai Yan threw himself into his arms.

"Sorry, I'm late today, my Bai Yan—" the middle-aged man gently stroked Bai Yan's wet hair and his equally wet body, and said.

The blood dripping from Bai Yan's shoulder and back not only stained the bath towel around his waist red, but also rubbed against the middle-aged man's shiny suit, leaving patches of marks on it.The middle-aged man didn't care, instead, he hugged Bai Yan even tighter, and kept stroking and comforting him, just like a kind father does to his son who just fell down.As a result, large pieces of colorful fragments seemed to be floating around Baiyan and in front of his eyes again.

"Bai Yan—" The voice of the middle-aged man is deep and gentle, "You have to learn to accept it and get used to it, it is you, and you will be inseparable in all your lives a year ago and in the future I know that it has caused you too much pain. So, use the best way to learn to love it, so that you can be truly liberated, my Baiyan." Although the voice of the middle-aged man sounded like Is gentle, but every word does not give people the opportunity to deny and reject his words.And every word in the words seemed to be linked together into a cold chain, tightly grasping Bai Yan, making him almost unable to even forget to breathe.

"Yes—I will do what you said, I will try to fall in love with it—" In front of this middle-aged man, Bai Yan whispered like a child who has made a mistake, "Please Give me some more time—my father."

This middle-aged man, who was called "Father" by Bai Yan and honored as "Mr. Bai" or "K" by everyone in the organization, half embraced Bai Yan and put him on the bed.He asked Bai Yan to lie down on the bed, picked up a half-dry towel, and carefully and silently helped Bai Yan wipe off the blood that kept bleeding from his body.The blood-soaked tattoos on Bai Yan's body revealed a wild beauty.On each thorny tip of those thorny vines, there is a drop of crystal blood, which is shining with undulating brilliance under the reflection of the light.

Afterwards, Mr. Bai warmed up the small box of milk that he brought with him and gave it to Bai Yan, and still used that gentle touch to soothe his hair until he watched him finish drinking.And every day and night since childhood, the father and son have spent almost every night like this.

"Did a policeman trouble you this afternoon?" Before leaving, Mr. Bai asked gently while helping Bai Yan tuck the quilt.Bai Yan nodded.

"I'll send someone to kill him. Then, tomorrow - okay?" Bai Yan felt that no one was more gentle than his father, even when he was talking about life and death, his father was so gentle.

"I think—" Bai Yan shook his head, although this surprised him a little, "I will try my best to deal with these trivial matters, father—" Judging from Mr. Bai's expression, he was afraid of Bai Yan's answer. It made him feel a little unbelievable.Bai Yan probably also noticed this, so he hurriedly explained.

"I think I should learn how to manage my own area as soon as possible, just like your father." Mr. Bai smiled and agreed to his proposal.

What a gentle father this is. Bai Yan thinks that being his father's son should be the happiest thing in the world.Everyone should love Mr. Bai, shouldn't they?But at this moment, Bai Yan felt a little guilty in his heart - for his explanation just now, how should he explain - when the other party saw his tattoo, he saw the familiar confusion and anxiety in the other party's eyes.Yes, Bai Yan felt that Zhan Qingyun's eyes looked very much like his own.Regarding the tattoos on his body, didn't Bai Yan feel the same confusion and uneasiness.

Bai Yan wanted to know, what was Zhan Qingyun confusing?What are you worrying about?

With guilt towards his father, boundless and warm drowsiness gradually enveloped Bai Yan's body. He felt a little joyful, a kind of joy that came from the depths of his body. The pain is gone.Even those vicious nightmares during the day, those bright fragments, also left away from Baiyan one after another.

Sometimes, this would make Bai Yan feel that maybe the dream world is the world where he really lives, where he has no pain or heart palpitations, and there is no speck of dirt on his white body.And every minute and every second of the day, the tattoos with teeth and claws and the ridicule and rejection brought by the tattoos made Bai Yan feel that this muddled world is a damned nightmare.

Now, like every night in the past, Bai Yan still holds his father's hand tightly in his sleep, which makes him feel extremely warm and at ease.And all this warmth and peace of mind can only be given to him by his father——Bai Yan is convinced that his body, his soul, and everything about him belong to him, and can only belong to his father. He is Bai Yan who belongs to his father. ...

However, in the next week, Bai Yan did not "do his best to deal with these small matters" and "manage his own area well" as he promised.

On the contrary, among the fifteen nightclubs in these two streets that paid regular money to Bai Yan, fourteen of them were sealed up by Zhan Qingyun.And today, the last one—presumably the owner of this house must be a person who knows how to judge the situation—he also hung up the sign of closing for renovation, and came and ended it on his own.

So, when Zhan Qingyun sent a message to ask Bai Yan to meet him at the old place with the excuse of returning the expensive shirt cuff button, Bai Yan waited there an hour early.

"Why did you take all my shops?" When Zhan Qingyun was an hour late, so in fact Bai Yan waited for him for two hours and finally appeared at the door of the tea room, Bai Yan blurted out such nonsense.

But both parties present are actually very clear, this is not just nonsense.

"If I hadn't bought all your stores, would you have come to see me? You wouldn't." Zhan Qingyun once again sat on the futon opposite Baiyan, just like a week ago.But this time, he didn't pick up the teapot and drink from the spout.However, he took the cup with half a cup of tea left in front of Bai Yan, played with it for a while, sniffed the cup again, and then drank the cup of tea, "So why don't I serve you?" All the shops."

This is the bottom line of the rules in this invisible world.It is natural for cats to catch mice, but if the mice in the house are cleaned up by the nest, there will be no cats in the house in the future.Therefore, the cat's attitude towards mice is probably "catch" rather than "death".

This made Bai Yan feel a little uncomfortable, just like when Zhan Qingyun saw his tattoo a week ago, he felt that this man seemed to be trying to spy on him - and anyone who had contact with Bai Yan, even Just once, he will understand how persistent Bai Yan is in protecting his privacy.But the person in front of him, the policeman, was challenging Bai Yan's bottom line again and again.

"Can I see all your tattoos?"

When he heard Zhan Qingyun making such a rude request, even though Bai Yan comforted himself over and over again in his heart—the other party was a policeman, and he was a policeman who was demoted three grades because of his troubles, he still stood up abruptly. come.

At the same time, the gun that was taped under the tea table has also been brought into Bai Yan's hands at this moment.Bai Yan's gun pointed straight at Zhan Qingyun's nose.But Zhan Qingyun sat there as if nothing had happened, and poured himself another cup of tea from Bai Yan's cup.

"You know—" Zhan Qingyun said while sipping tea, "There are always many stories in the anti-narcotics profession. But unfortunately, none of the people around me in the ____ team are right These stories are interesting. If they had to choose, they would rather read the transcripts of the interrogation of the __ women, especially the details of how they changed their tricks to make the guests comfortable and happy-yes, you have Haven’t heard of a prop called sheep’s eye ring? They cut off the sheep’s eye with eyelashes and dry it to make it into a furry ring, and then they put it on the dick of the guests. Can you imagine , when those thin and soft eyelashes brushed against the most delicate parts of their bodies—”

Having said that, Zhan Qingyun stopped, raised his head, and looked at Bai Yan across the muzzle of the gun.

"Which story would you like to hear before we finish this pot of tea? Mine, or the interrogation transcript?"

"To tell the truth - I don't want to hear anyone." Bai Yan said coldly.Just as he is not interested in eye circles at all, he also has the same attitude towards Zhan Qingyun's "great achievements" in anti-drug work.The only reason for Bai Yan to stay here at this time is only one, how to buy this person and let the fifteen nightclubs under him reopen.As for his previous trance, about the strange look in Zhan Qingyun's eyes at his tattoo, it is no longer important to Bai Yan at this moment.He would never let Zhan Qingyun's prying one step further away from him.

"Sir Zhan probably forgot which line of work I was in for a moment—" Bai Yan said, "If you want, you don't need to learn about this from the interrogation transcript. In fact, as long as you, I won't mention all of them, as long as you can Take pains to get even half of the stores back in business, and write down all the details that appeal to you..."

"Are you trying to win me over?" Zhan Qingyun asked, "Put a gun to someone's head, and sweetly talk about trying to win me over? Who taught you this? Is it your father, Mr. Bai?" Bai Yan was taken aback by Zhan Qingyun's words , He thought for a while, and slowly put down the gun in his hand.When he thought of his impulsive and irrational actions, if it spread out, his father would be ashamed, Bai Yan felt guilty again.

"I have an old friend, and he also has a son—" Zhan Qingyun pointed to the futon, motioning Bai Yan to sit down, "If my old friend's son is still alive, he should be around your age— "

As a story, this is obviously a cliché beginning.As a cup of tea, the taste is already a little bland.But as far as Bai Yan's life is concerned, the story that Zhan Qingyun wants to tell and the cup of tea that is getting cold on the table have overturned everything he has had so far.

Because—Bai Yan is in this story.