After the white moonlight cuts the black

The heavy snow spread its arms, embracing the restless city into eternal silence.

The driver kicked the accelerator, and the wheels rolled up a large handful of snow foam.

The neon lights flowed behind the wipers, the driver's left window was half-opened, and the cold wind poured in. Only this could resist the burning anger in the blood.

Yanhui's forehead hair was blown up, and he asked hoarsely, "Where did it stop?"

"It's the back street of the bar."

Xiao Xu shivered and said, "The old and new urban areas are separated here. The subway is being built on the main road, and there are all fucking nail houses nearby. It's very chaotic."

Swallowing, "We don't dare to run here at night, God knows what ghosts and monsters are wandering on the road."

The opponent's plan was careful, not impromptu revenge, Meng Huaiming said that they were not just targeting Chu Qi.

The implication may also involve the Meng family.

Yan Hui knew that Meng Huaiming must have his reasons for returning to the Meng family. Ever since the Qin family broke up, the plate has shown signs of tilting, and all parties are eyeing it.

And Zhao Hao has been missing for several months, presumably the situation is not easy to handle.

Yan Hui doesn't understand these conflicts of interests, nor can she figure out the twists and turns behind it.

But the cold winter wind told in howling that Li Fan was innocent, he was purely implicated.

"Fuck you uncle—!"

The driver slammed on the brakes, and a black Volkswagen came obliquely, almost touching the taxi.

Yan Hui tensed up all over, he heard the driver's teeth chattering.

After the chaotic snowfall, Volkswagen's car door was opened, and a long leg stepped down, Yan Hui heaved a sigh of relief.

Yan Hui also got out of the car, and Meng Huaiming's gaze collided with his.

Seeing that it was his own driver, the driver was almost paralyzed in the driving seat, but when he heard Meng Huaiming say that the police car that came to support was blocked on the viaduct that was rear-ending, after they reassigned, they tapped the steering wheel in despair, He hesitated again and again: "Brother... I, I delivered it, I'll go back right away..."

He is Xiao Xu's friend. He was called over temporarily to start a life-and-death race. He is still in a panic. Meng Huaiming didn't force him, and gave him all the banknotes on his body, "Thank you."

The taxi left in the dust, and used Meng Huaiming's mobile phone to connect to Xiao Xu's call. When Xiao Xu learned that his friend had run away, he also felt a little bit withdrawn.

But when he sent the Buddha to the west, he said tremblingly: "I will draw a sketch for you. This alley is a two-way entrance. I drove it once, and I can only squeeze one car through it. It will block the opening, oh yes. , which is the back door to a bar,"

The gangster movies that Xiao Xu had watched in the past were all in his mind: "If this sends people inside, I can't tell... You know, I heard that there have been drug checks here before, and they are very shrewd. I, I……"

"You go back." Meng Huaiming said: "My people are also on the way, you hurry up."

"Should I cover up the license plate number?" Xiao Xu became confused when he heard "my people", "I, I, I, you be careful, I'm leaving first!"

The hand-drawn map and a blurry photo were sent to Meng Huaiming's mobile phone in the form of text messages. Yan Hui coughed under his throat: "Is your person in time?"

"It's too late." Meng Huaiming shook his head, "This snow is too late."

Yan Hui glanced at the entrance of the alley, there was a meager light coming from the end, the other party's driving skills seemed to be not very good, he stopped at the bend, flashing his double flash.

He closed his eyes and opened them again: "Meng Huaiming, Qiao He said that everyone who wrote the script was an actor with bald wings in his previous life, do you believe it?"

Meng Huaiming instantly understood what he meant: "I believe it."

"You won't stop?" Yan Hui straightened his collar, covered half of his face with a scarf, Meng Huaiming touched the back of his neck, "Will you stop if I stop you?"

Snowflakes reflected in Yan Hui's dark eyes, "No."

Meng Huaiming made a detour in his car, and Yan Hui ran into the alley, turned on the recording software on his mobile phone, and said smoothly: "My name is Yan Hui, male, 25 years old, and my current address is Room 1602, Building [-], Jinyunhaoju. It is post-traumatic stress disorder, accompanied by hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and thoughts running away. But now I am conscious, my thinking logic is normal, and I can bear the corresponding legal responsibility for any subsequent accidents..."

He put his phone in his coat pocket and said to the men who had already dragged them to the back door of the bar, "Stop it."

The man with the scar was taken aback by the sudden appearance, "Who is it!"

"Who told you to bring someone here?"

Yan Hui took a step forward, his eyes fell on Li Jun who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and his heart thumped violently.

If the child had been in the snow for half an hour longer, he would have been frozen into a block of white ice.

"Where did you come from?" The man with the scar is obviously the leader of the team, and it stands to reason that he should be the first to knock down anyone who blocks the way, but Yan Hui's domineering appearance made him a little uncertain.

Yan Hui took a step closer, "I said, the higher-ups told you to be careful, isn't it reasonable to make such a big noise?"

Scar looked at the little man who was dragging Li Jun. The little man understood what he meant, handed him over to his accomplice, and turned around to make a phone call.

Yan Hui continued: "Since you're here, he asked me to take over, OK?"

He walked slowly to the back door of the bar and leaned against the door: "You caught the wrong person, it's not her."

"Where does this person come from..." Another person asked in a low voice: "The boss's person?"

At this moment of delay, the sound of violent wheels rolling over the snow was heard from the other side of the street, but the horn was not heard, and a Volkswagen squeezed into the alley in a self-harming manner, completely blocking the exit from that side.

The short man on the phone cursed, hit the front of the car directly, rolled over and rolled onto the front cover, Meng Huaiming got down with a bat and yelled in a low voice: "It can't be done."

"Fuck | who are you?!" Scarface was stunned by their words.

"The person who took over the order." Yan Hui smiled.

Immediately they were even more confused, and for a moment they didn't know whether to fight first or ask for clarification first. Scarface was the first time to take this kind of work, and the boss was a young boy, so he was not very reliable at first, and he was accepted by the boy later. It was only through the management of the family that they knew that there were several families who could not afford to offend behind this, so they bit the bullet and did it, God knows what kind of temper the other party has.

Yan Hui sneered: "No wonder I was asked to come. It's hard for a lunatic to kill someone. You should figure it out."

Yan Hui crossed his hands, and was not afraid of the knife in the opponent's hand, but the opponent was not a complete desperado, and he was a little panicked when he said this.

People are not afraid of death, people are afraid of death for no reason.

Yan Hui and Meng Huaiming had figured out that this group of people were novices, and although they had planned well, they were tied up without even being able to recognize them, which already revealed a sense of panic.

Most of them are scattered gangs with experience in kidnapping. They are the most difficult to find. They are often migrants without household registration. They say they come out to work, but they don't know what they are doing.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a moment.

At this moment, the short man who was knocked over turned back and shouted: "Boss! They are not the boss's people!"

It was because of this sentence that Scarface realized that he had been cheated, and after a curse, he drew his sword and rushed to Meng Huaiming.

Meng Huaiming took a deep breath. Now that the stick and the knife are on, it will be a fierce battle.

A group of people fought in an instant, carrying Li Jun on their shoulders and trying to grab the door, Yan Hui kicked him at first, and the opponent curled up on the ground, Yan Hui handed over his knife, and it was quite easy to hold in his hand.

Scarface held Meng Huaiming's arm, "Where did you come from!"

Yan Hui nodded to Meng Huaiming, and Meng Huaiming snorted coldly, and suddenly exerted force in the opposite direction, twisting his wrist.

He snatched Scarface's knife and threw the club to Yan Hui. Yan Hui picked up the stick and exhaled white mist.

"What is your boss?"

Meng Huaiming kicked the short man lying on the ground, only to hear another scream from the other end, Yan Hui hit the other side of the face with a round round of Yan Hui, knocking him dizzy and limp on the ground.

Meng Huaiming suddenly had a subtle feeling in his mind that when literati use force, each one is more ruthless than the other.

At this moment, the back door of the bar suddenly opened, Yan Hui dodged and swayed, Meng Huaiming grabbed his arm, and saw a few tall people coming out of the bar, and the man with the scar on the ground shouted: "Qian Hui!" Brother! They want to rob the job!"

Outnumbered, Meng Huaiming whispered in Yan Hui's ear, "Run over there..."

"Run away you bastard." Yan Hui actually cursed at this moment, "Can you run away?"

The opponent stabbed forward with a sharp knife, Yan Hui pushed him away, the knife pierced his down jacket, and the flying duck feathers pretended to be heavy snow.

Meng Huaiming regretted involving Yan Hui.

But he knew that Yan Hui had no regrets.

Fighting is a very irrational behavior, and it is a bad idea. Only teenagers who are prone to impulsiveness can solve problems by making appointments.

When they get older, they will understand that there are many ways to deal with one thing.

Subjective and objective, swallowing one's anger, a little intolerance leads to chaos and big schemes, and a knife is on the head of the word, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and the deep connotations of too many old sayings teach them how to deal with things more maturely and rationally.

But Meng Huaiming suddenly understood why Meng Chuqi chose the stupidest way in his previous life.

It seemed that Li Funan had never appeared in her life, or she had never let him know that when this child's curtain call came to an end, it was just an unknown mustard who died outside in the cold night.

So the weight of her life is on Chu Qi's back, and this is beyond her load, such as the premise of living a good life for you is that you will die openly and without leaving any stigma.

The child born in the secret door died in a romantic back alley, the starting point and the ending point are clear at a glance, who cares about the middle process.

After life and death, Meng Chuqi's anger and despair were transmitted to this long alley.

"Don't move!"

A harsh light came from another exit.

Meng Huaiming took a long breath.

It was snowing all over the sky, and in the face of serious accidents and congestion, and a serious lack of police force, the nearest police officer on duty came running through the snow and felt the scene in time.

The ambulance couldn't come in, so Meng Huaiming wrapped Li Jun in his clothes. He seemed to wake up once on the way to the hospital, and then fainted again.

Meng Huaiming stretched out his arms and took him into his arms, feeling the body temperature of one cold and one hot. He looked out the window, the snow had not stopped, and it should be plain white tomorrow morning.

They were pulled closer to the operating room one after another, Yan Hui was sitting in the infusion room taking a bottle, and Meng Huaiming was beside him, holding the cold limb that had passed through the medicine.

Jiang Hua and Xiao Hu came here after untold hardships, conveying the progress of the operation, and heard the description of "tearing" in the dream. Most of the malice came from hunting for novelty, but it was not life-threatening.

Yan Hui woke up and told Meng Huaiming that he wanted to go back, but Chu Qi was still waiting for him.

Meng Huaiming knew Yan Hui's usual method, and people tended to do things that violated common sense in extreme panic.

People need multiple supports to prevent them from collapsing, and for those who are susceptible to hints or who are too young or too old, they can temporarily erect a pillar in their hearts to limit their excessive behavior by means of hints.

"I'll take you off." Meng Huaiming drove Yan Hui back to the car. The family doctor received a high fee for outpatient visits and went to see her for the second time. She arrived with Meng Huaiming. Yan Hui pressed Meng Huaiming's hand that opened the door with the key, and raised her arm. Knocked on the door.

The door opened too fast, Chu Qi's eyes were swollen, waiting made her suffer.

But Yan Hui said she would not go out, Brother Yan never broke his word, he will definitely come back with a result, she just needs to open that door.

Chu Qi flung herself into Yan Hui's arms, Yan Hui said, "One after another was injured and needs to be hospitalized, you can visit her in a few days."

After a pause, "Chu Qi, you are not wrong, and those who make mistakes will naturally be punished."

"Meng Huaiming!"

After a break, the three of them turned their heads, and Chu Qi thought that he had seen a hallucination with tears in his eyes.

"Forest……?"