I'm the only human in the whole community

Xin Qing has a very bookish look, she wears black and white all the year round, she is meticulous from head to toe, making no mistakes.His colleagues were divided into two groups, one group was a group of psychopaths in Guoanli, and the other group was a group of tutors and professors from the university, a group of literati.

He has a poisonous mouth, and he is not too willing to speak to the second group of people, not because he is afraid of offending people with his unrestrained speech, but because this group of people are not good at quarreling, and they can't hear cynicism.

His colleagues all think he is a good man, the young man is tall and good-natured, with top-notch conduct and appearance, his parents are both professors of famous schools, and he is a first-class scholarly family.

——The good man Xin Qing found a bone chopping knife and dragged out two huge leg bones from the freezer in the corner of the kitchen. After a few knives, the bones and flesh were separated, and the bright red blood vessels fell on the cutting board, leaving behind a belt. Cold blood.

He was wearing an apron and his white shirt was blood-free. He took a stainless steel basin and put pieces of meat in it.

After the lock of the next room fell off, I didn't press it again.

Xin Qing pushed open the door and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

There was only one load-bearing wall in that house, no decoration, a concrete floor, and a circle of barbed wire around the windows, making it difficult to stretch out a finger.There was a heating lamp in the center of the room, surrounded by rows of plastic boxes covered with thick felt, and sundries in the corners.

There was a constant rustling sound from the box, Xin Qing lifted the lid of the first box and threw the meat inside.

Countless bugs crazily submerged the meat, devouring and tearing it up in the blink of an eye, and they looked at Xin Qing silently, their eagerness was self-evident.

With no expression on Xin Qing's face, he went back and forth several times and quickly fed all the worms in the plastic box.

By the time he finished his work, it was almost midnight.

Xin Qing sat on the sofa, the bugs stopped, the surroundings were empty and silent, and there was no sound at all.

There is a table and a TV in front of the sofa, the remote control is just under the blanket, and you can still hold fruit and a water glass with your hands. Xin Qing sat quietly for a while, but felt a chill in her heart.

Too quiet.

Like a coffin, it was covered by thick soil, and there was no sound of wind and grass, only the sound of mechanical circular breathing in my ears.

This is how Yun Jiang spent countless days and nights in the past.

Xin Qing rubbed his temples and hugged the phone tightly. Lao Jiu should have fallen asleep at this point. He checked the text message and found the text message he sent half an hour ago. It only had the simple word 'good night'. Xin Qing let out a breath, and his body became much warmer.

He is different from Yun Jiang.

So no need to worry.

Xin Qing leaned on the sofa and rested for a while, Yun Jiang's room was heated, and it wasn't too cold to cover it with a blanket, so he fell asleep in a daze, and began to dream in a daze.

The head of the national security team mostly plays the role of a town house. Generally, they don’t move their nests in one place, and move their nests to Beijing—Lu Yao is unlucky, the top is watching closely, and there are always a few days in a month. Xin Qing is a native The Beijinger, who has been smart since he was a child, is not like a normal child.

It's strange to say that his parents are ordinary people, and his relatives are all innocent, but he is the only one who is out of the ordinary.

Later, he became the leader of the fourth team. In some dusty files of the national security system, he found a photo of his grandmother who died early and whose family members were silent and silent.

When he was a child, he didn't realize that he was different from ordinary people.The main source of income for university tutors is not teaching work, but drawing from responsible projects.His parents are busy with work and spend all day in the research room, they don't care about the students, and they are even more indifferent to him.

There are few opportunities for the family to eat at the same table. Most of the time, he eats with the nanny. The children are educated well, and he obediently says "thank you" and "please" to his aunt, and keeps his mouth shut when eating without making a sound.

The nanny loved him as a child at first, but after getting along for a long time, she started to fear him.

Such a small child did not inherit the kindness of his parents, but instead took over the indifference and calmness completely, without any innocence, woke up on time at seven in the morning, practiced calligraphy at eight, had breakfast an hour later, and spent the rest of the time Soaking in the study, reading a book, sitting upright, without any small movements except flipping through the book and taking notes.

His life trajectory is smooth all the way. When he wanted to skip a grade, the policy was already stricter. His family found a relationship, and the classmates around him were all a head taller than him. No one wanted to play with him, and he didn't care. He came alone all day long. Go alone, sit in the front row, and ignore anyone.

Later, his stature soared, and when he was 14 years old, he chose to study in his father's school as an undergraduate. He had a promising future, but he suddenly went astray, and discovered his long-buried violent aura from another world.

It's not Guoan, it's a group of punks.

He hung out with them, didn't talk much, but quickly became their backbone.He doesn't learn to smoke, drink and tease girls, he just fights with his head, attends classes obediently during the day, and hangs out at the night market in the evening when it's dark, blocking people in corners, for any reason, with his sleeves rolled up, showing his strong and beautiful forearms, with delicate eyebrows and eyes , but the striker is always the most ruthless one.

He didn't feel that there was anything to be in awe of life, and he lost his mind a few times. When he woke up, everyone around him looked at him silently with terrified faces.

At least no one was killed.Later, the family found out.Everyone around him is persuading him to change his ways and walk the right path, so he can't just destroy himself like this.

Xin Qing only listened to one person.

Not his aunt or uncle, but a fool squatting on the side of the road.

That night he came out of the alley, with a little blood on his white hands and a little bruise on his face. When he looked up, he saw a young man squatting on the side of the road, wrapped in a coat, looking at him while gnawing corn.

He frowned, and wanted to go around, but the idiot refused to let go, and looked into the alley, where there was still the person who had just been beaten to the ground by Xin Qing.

The idiot looked at it for a while, a little stunned, and after a while, he lowered his head and gnawed a mouthful of corn, and followed Xin Qing's footsteps.

"Did you hit it?"

the fool asked him.

Xin Qing didn't speak, and strode forward.The idiot refused to let go, and asked, "Did you hit me?"

Xin Qing stopped abruptly, turned around, with indescribable hostility in her beautiful eyes, and said coldly, "It's me, what's none of your business?"

"It's okay." The idiot said, "Eat corn, brother?"

Xin Qing knocked the corn away with one slap.

The idiot was heartbroken, picked up the corn with distress, and said, "Two yuan a corn! The price in Beijing is too high. We buy it loosely, and it only costs one yuan and five yuan..."

Xin Qing was so annoyed that he took out a note from his pocket, stuffed it into the idiot's hand, and then left without looking back.

——He suffered from this decision for half a month, and he was also grateful for his whole life.

Not long after, Xin Qing met that idiot again near that alley.With a snakeskin bag on his back, he ran over and said, "Little brother! Your corn!"

Xin Qing gave him one hundred, and he turned around and bought a sack from a corn dealer, boiled ten and ten stalks, stuffed them into a snakeskin bag after cooking, and came to Xin Qing to ask for credit.

"Wholesale price, cheap." The idiot tried to get close to him, Xin Qing felt that he was insane, and left without looking back.

However, the mental illness haunted him, and he talked about everything, talking about work, complaining that the leader was too harsh, and how he had traveled so hard all the way to Beijing from Mohe.

Xin Qing felt impatient at first, but he felt a little bit of satisfaction and liking in his heart, as if he had raised a loyal dog, and he even wanted to see this idiot drooping his face a little viciously.With this subtle thought, he quickly got acquainted with this idiot.

Idiots are stupid, people are so nice.

The idiot is busy with work during the day, and wanders around with Xin Qing when he is not working overtime at night. He said that he came to Beijing on a business trip and might not be able to stay for too long.

During that time, Xin Qing seldom hang out with gangsters, most of the time was wasted on the road with idiots.

He felt crazy, yet he got satisfaction from this common pastime.One night, when they passed by a building, the idiot looked at the lights for a while, then suddenly turned his head and said, "You look so good-looking, do you want to work with me?"

The idiot is not ugly, his eyes are bright, Xin Qing's heart moved, and he said in a strange way: "Okay."

It was only later that Xin Qing found out that this idiot was not some unemployed vagrant who wandered from the Northeast, but the leader of the National Security Team No. [-] who came to Beijing to conduct self-criticism.

And the purpose of his entanglement with him is not 'you look good'.

——Because the national security was short of manpower at the time, if one more person was hired, he could save [-] words of self-criticism.