Chusan's Liuyi Children's Day

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Xie Jiahua was driving on the night road.

He had just finished dealing with a suicide case. The deceased was a fanatical stockholder who borrowed a huge amount of usury for stock speculation. As a result, he lost his shit in the recent stock market turmoil. Creditors kept urging him to come to his door. The deceased jumped off the building with his wife and son. Conscience found out before, pushed his wife and son back, and fell down alone. The 25-story building fell into a pool of blood and mud.

Hong Kong is a world-wide financial center and an offshore jurisdiction that imposes no restrictions on the inflow and outflow of foreign exchange capital. Every day, tens of billions of dollars of funds circulate in various financial markets.The economic boom since the 70s and [-]s has also enabled the citizens of Hong Kong to invest more capital into the market. The enthusiasm of retail investors for capital injection has been on the rise, and everyone is eager to hit it off and get rich overnight.At the same time, irregular management, the impact of foreign capital, the secret manipulation of financial giants, and the blind obedience of the citizens have also caused continuous turmoil and conflicts in the local financial market.Since Xie Jiahua started his career, he has participated in the run-and-run turmoil of financial institutions to maintain order, personally handled or listened to the cases of suicides of financial traders raised by colleagues, countless...

Even though he had seen the death scene many times, he still couldn't forget the eyes of the blood-stained corpses and the family members of the deceased.The wife of the deceased who narrowly escaped death just now hugged her son tightly during the police investigation and evidence collection process, her face was stiff and stupefied without sadness—the deceased was gone, but the huge debts he left behind, With no means of livelihood and no home to return to, the mother and son did not know whether it was a blessing or a disaster to survive.

Xie Jiahua asked his subordinates to contact the social worker rescue organization for the mother and son. After finishing the on-site work, he drove home with exhaustion and a lingering bloody smell. He was going to take a quick shower before going to bed. Put's case was waiting for him at the table.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the floor of his home from the elevator, his professional acuity made him aware that something was wrong: there were sporadic traces of suspected blood on the ground, winding intermittently from the stairwell to the door of his house.

Holding the gun on his waist, he walked slowly to the door vigilantly, carefully observed the closed door lock, and found that there were slight scratches on it—it was pried open with a tool.He held the gun in his hand, took out the key, turned the door lock as quietly as possible, listened to the movement inside, and kicked the door open with the gun!

The living room was illuminated by the lights in the corridor, and there was no one on the opposite side of the gun.Xie Jiahua stepped into the room cautiously with a gun in hand, and found that the bloodstains meandered all the way up his sofa, leaving a slumped human figure there, and then meandered all the way into his bedroom.

A man who was seriously injured and bleeding profusely bypassed the downstairs security guard in the middle of the night, took the stairs upstairs, picked the lock and entered his house, sat on the sofa familiarly, and then lay down on his bed...

Xie Jiahua had already vaguely guessed who was coming, grabbed the gun and quickly approached the bedroom, and turned on the light on the wall in the dark - Lu Guangming was lying on his bed bloody, with his quilt covering his waist, and the quilt under his feet. The shoes were not taken off.A large amount of liquid, unknown whether it was blood or water, stained the sheets and quilts. Accompanied by the pungent smell of blood and the salty smell of sea water, the scene was like a murder scene!

Xie Jiahua even missed a few beats of his heartbeat!Rushing forward to grope for him, Lu Guangming's body was cold, his face was covered with blood, his hair was drenched, his lips were bluish white, and his body was covered in blood—it was impossible to count how many injuries he had suffered!

"Lu Guangming! Lu Guangming—!" Xie Jiahua didn't even respond to calling him a few times. Feeling that his nose was still breathing, he quickly bent down and hugged him.Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Lu Guangming frowned and muttered, his body fell out of his arms and fell back on the bed, rolled over under the quilt, and shrank to the corner of the bed.

"Huh..." and let out a slight snoring sound.

Xie Jiahua's blood was running cold, "Lu Guangming!"

"Hmm..." Lu Guangming muttered again in a daze.

Xie Jiahua rode onto the bed, stripped off his bloody clothes, and took out more than a dozen blood bags from his body, some were torn, some were not.Lu Guangming also wore a bulletproof vest next to his body, with several blank bullets embedded in it.Xie Jiahua quickly stripped him clean from head to toe, even ripped off his underwear, and inspected him carefully—except for some bruises where he was shot by bullets, there were also a few hard scratches Little traces of it, nothing else!

Xie Jiahua stared at Chu and fell down on the bed.A heart fell back into his throat, he sat there for a while, and slapped Lu Guangming on the face!

Lu Guangming was awakened by his slap, covered his cheeks and opened his eyes to look at him, muttered "what are you doing", and closed his eyes to sleep again.Xie Jiahua pushed him vigorously, "Get up! Get out!"

"I'm tired... don't make noise..."

"Look at what you've made of my bed! Go to the bathroom and take a shower!"

Lu Guangming pretended to be dead by plugging his ears, but was dragged out of bed by Xie Jiahua's arms, pushed and thrown into the bathtub.Xie Jiahua was so angry that his hands were shaking, he went back to the bedroom and lifted the sheet to see - even the mattress underneath was drenched in fake blood!

He turned over the mattress, put on new sheets, threw a new quilt on the bed, cleaned the house, and hurried out to deal with the blood in the stairwell—so as not to frighten the neighbors and security guards tomorrow morning.After doing all this, he was sweating profusely, went to the toilet to see Lu Guangming with a dark face.

The water in the bathtub overflowed to the ground, and Lu Guangming sat in it with his head tilted and slept soundly.

Xie Jiahua patted his face to wake him up, but felt that his previously cold face was now a little hot.He took a few handfuls of water to wipe off the blood and gray makeup on Lu Guangming's face, and found that Lu Guangming's face was flushed and he had already started to have a fever.

"..." I really wanted to crush him to death in the bathtub.

Xie Jiahua quickly wiped Lu Guangming clean, carried him out of the bathtub, dried his hair, stuffed it into the quilt, took his temperature, and gave him antipyretics.After tossing and tossing for a long time, I finally washed myself and lay down on the bed. I looked at the alarm clock by the bed wearily - it was already six o'clock in the morning.

This is the time he usually wakes up for morning exercises.

Go to fucking morning exercise!Xie Jiahua reached out and set the alarm clock to two hours later.Wake up and strangle this little bastard!

……

The poor senior inspector fell asleep for less than half an hour, and was woken up by the mobile phone. There was a new murder case in the jurisdiction early in the morning.He left the antipyretics and a glass of water at the bedside, washed his face and went out with a strong spirit, and started a new day of work.

In the evening, he returned home again.Pushing open the door, I saw Lu Guangming sitting cross-legged on the sofa wrapped in a quilt, gnawing on a piece of dry instant noodles like a squirrel, watching TV.

He walked over and touched Lu Guangming's forehead, "Have you taken your medicine?"

"Yeah. Cha, cha."

"Why don't you order takeaway?"

"No money. Cha, cha."

"What happened last night? Why don't you go back to my house and hide here?"

"Crack, crack. None of your business."

"..."

"Hey, I have a fever, you have a conscience, don't beat the sick."

"Get out of here when the fever subsides!"

Lu Guangming swallowed the scum in his mouth with difficulty, blinked his eyes and said, "Brother Jiahua, I'm so hungry, can you order a takeaway? I want to eat roast goose."

"..."

"Help! The police beat someone!"

……

The setting sun was like blood, piercing through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting the personal account sheet in He Chusan's hand bright red.He sat alone in the office, looking at the negative numbers marked in red on the list blankly, but what appeared in front of his eyes were the bloody scenes of last night: heavy rain, gunshots, corpses wrapped in sacks, and the dark and gloomy sea .

The paper in his hand fell on the table, and he looked at his slightly trembling palm, as if it was covered with blood.

He knew he was in the game.

If you want to play a gangster "counter" who doesn't blink and show no mercy for the first murder, a conspirator who betrays the boss and seeks power and usurpation, an antisocial personality who is obsessed with money and regards human life as nothing, don't enter the play , is not possible.

Last time he bet on his own life, but this time, he bet on someone else's life.

Even if he had made the necessary preparations for Lu Guangming yesterday, putting on a body armor and a blood bag for Lu Guangming, the gun was equipped with blank ammunition with little gunpowder and low lethality.However, firing empty shells at close range may still cause damage to the human body.Moreover, Lu Guangming had to be tied up all over his body and sink into the sea with stones.Although Kevin had already led people to wait underwater in diving suits, but last night there were strong winds and waves, and there were reefs underwater. If they were not careful, their lives would be in danger.

Not to mention, if his acting skills did not calm down the agent of the old shopkeeper at that time, he would be seen through by the other party.With the blank ammunition in his hands alone and his poor marksmanship, even if he arranged for bodyguards to hide not far away, it would be difficult for him and Lu Guangming to save their lives for a while.

He clearly knew the dangers, but he did it anyway.

Is he really right to do this?

Is it really right to risk your own life, risk Lu Guangming's life, and avenge Brother Liuyi and Lu Guangming in a way that you think is more "safe" and "innocent"?

If it is true, why did Brother Liuyi look so sad yesterday morning?How hard-hearted was he then to ignore that trembling "Don't go"?

Is it really right to come to this point?

He Chusan leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes, concealed the blood in the darkness, and sighed slowly.

But he has no turning back.For this war, he bet everything and gave everything, he must win.