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Shui Gang Chong.

Hundreds of years ago, this name belonged to an ordinary small village. Hundreds of years later, it became a remote corner of an international metropolis.

At the end of the former dynasty, Xingcheng, the capital of Hunan Province, took over the village at the beginning of its industrial expansion.The people in the village are delighted with the fashionable bungalows built around their homes, happily boarding the second train of rapid development.

100 years have passed, and the villagers have long since drifted around with the ups and downs of the world. The once fashionable bungalows have been thrown away again and again by people's aesthetics, which has become dirty and old in this city, waiting to be demolished. part.

Young people don't like to live here, they prefer high-rise buildings.This low-slung community without an elevator is full of old people who have retired and returned home to have fun with their grandchildren.

The name of Shuigangchong, which proves the past history, is hung on the bus stop board, lined up with other old names.

In the early morning of June, when the sun was shining, a group of old people who had returned from fighting in the vegetable market were waiting at the Shuigangchong bus stop.

They chatted with each other and commented on the chicken, duck and fish bought by others. The atmosphere was harmonious and familiar, and a young man standing with them waiting for the bus was extremely silent and out of place.

The car is coming.

The young man took a few steps back, letting the old men go first.

The bus was already full, and the old people who got on the bus clattered and occupied the aisle between the seats. After the small commotion caused by giving up their seats a few times subsided, the young man slowly stretched out his hand to hold the railing, and stepped onto the first step in front of the bus door. one step up.

The driver, who was in a hurry to close the door, was about to urge him when he suddenly heard a loud roar from behind.

"Don't drive!"

I saw an old aunt running panting with a bag of apples and cabbage in her left hand and a whole chicken and mandarin fish in her right hand.The wind was blowing under her feet, her chest was shaking wildly, and even the mutton fat jade pendant on her chest was jumping with each step, for fear that she would not be able to go back in time to make breakfast for her granddaughter.

The young man stepped aside quickly so that the old aunt could squeeze into the car smoothly.When the car door was closed, I took a handful of apples by the way, avoiding the tragedy of the old lady getting into the car but the apples not being loaded.

The old aunt struggled to buy a ticket with her senior card, and turned to thank the young man.

"Nothing," said the young man, "you stand still."

His voice was low and sweet, which made the old aunt smile.

The bus driver stepped on the accelerator, and the bus full of people slammed into the traffic flow with a bang.The young man staggered due to inertia. If the old aunt hadn't been quick to help him, he would have almost fallen on the car door.

"The young man is weak." The old aunt was very concerned about this polite young man, "I must not have exercised well."

The young man smiled and said nothing.

He looked very frail indeed, with a morbid emaciation.His hair was dry, his complexion was sallow, and there was some malnutrition that modern urbanites should not have.It didn't match the expensive suit he was wearing, but even if it was a tailor-made suit, it wouldn't look good on a man who had lost forty pounds in just a few months.

However, young people are still very attractive.

It's not handsome, after all, no matter how handsome you are when you are healthy, after you get a serious illness, all kinds of physiological changes will cause the beautiful facial features to become dull, and the bright skin will become dull.Many people's psychology will also become depressed and irritable during this period, and their good temperament will disappear.

The young man did not, except for the bonus brought by his appearance, he himself was a guy who could easily win the favor of others.

That smile aroused the old aunt's kind heart, and she began to ask the young man how his work was and how his family was doing. When she heard that the young man took the bus to go to the hospital to see pancreatic cancer, tears of sympathy flickered in her eyes.

The bus stopped at Daxin Station, and the doors opened.

People waiting to get on the bus retreated one after another when they saw how crowded the bus was.The perfunctory young man, who was sincere and practical on the surface, took the opportunity to breathe the fresh air full of gasoline smell while coping with the old aunt's concern.When he turned his head, he suddenly saw a black shadow flashing past.

It was a small man who rushed into the car and almost knocked the young man out of his way.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The short man apologized repeatedly after the car door was closed, and took out two coins to throw into the ticket machine.

Unfortunately, what stood between him and the ticket vending machine was a turbulent wall of people. The short man waved his arms and tried two or three times, but failed to insert the coin.

"Give way!" he yelled as he pushed forward, "I'll buy a ticket!"

The bus door was already closed, and the wall of people with nowhere to go was crowded with curses. The short man apologized while trying to reach the ticket machine.

Seeing that his right hand was only an inch away from the coin slot, his hand was suddenly grabbed.

It was the left hand of the little man who was caught.

This left hand appeared on the old aunt's chest, holding the mutton fat jade plaque hanging around the old aunt's neck.

The young man holding the little man's left hand said sincerely: "Brother, you are not very lucky."

The old aunt who reacted screamed, and smashed a bag of apples at the short man like a meteor hammer.

If you don't let go, the young man will be smashed together with the bus pickpocket.

Young people are not self-sacrificing, so they let go without thinking about it.

With his other hand, he nimbly patted the short man's trousers, and when he raised it, he pulled out a gleaming silver switchblade from the trouser pocket.

Only then did the short man reach out to touch the knife, but unexpectedly found nothing.

The farce should come to an end by this time. The short man without a murder weapon is no match for a carload of people. He can't even beat the old aunt with the Apple Meteor Hammer. The only way to go is to be sent to the Public Security Bureau.

Young people think so.

Rather—

The short man didn't find the knife, so he felt a slump in his heart. Instead, he headed towards the Apple Meteor Hammer, holding on to the mutton fat jade tablet with his left hand, and yanked it down forcefully.

The old aunt screamed again, she was staggered, and the aim of the Apple Meteor Hammer was naturally deflected, hitting an old man next to her.

The bus was already moving, and when the apple fell out of the broken plastic bag, the people on the bus realized——

"Thief!!!"

The driver slammed on the brakes, and the bus stopped on the side of the road. The people in the whole car swayed to and fro according to the inertia. The unsupported young man hit his head on the railing, feeling dizzy and starry-eyed.

Why doesn't the painkiller I took hours ago stop the pain in my head?

The young man cursed in his heart, and looked up to find that the short man was agile. When others could not stand still, he reacted very quickly and stepped on the thigh of a passenger sitting on the seat, and one foot had already stepped over. The open car window.

Under the surprised eyes of passers-by, the short man fell out of the car window, rolled on the ground, and stood up without even ash on his body.

He turned his head triumphantly, grabbed the white jade plaque torn from the old aunt's neck with his left hand, raised his right hand, and gave the middle finger to the young man in the car.

"Little bastard, you—"

He had just uttered four words of cursing, a brick... no, a mobile phone fell from the sky and hit him on the forehead.

The young man who threw out his mobile phone returned the middle finger and watched the pickpocket fall with a sneer.

Then he saw again that his mobile phone bounced off the short man's forehead, and together with the suet jade token that was released by the short man, it was flying in the air...flying...landing...

Landing.

Click.

The screen of the mobile phone was shattered together with the white jade plaque.

Thousands of dollars were wasted like this, but the young man seemed indifferent.The old aunt's behavior was much more normal. She clutched her chest and passed out without saying a word.

There was a sudden chaos on the bus, and no one noticed that a ball of white light appeared from the broken suet jade plaque.Bai Guang tremblingly searched for a hiding place. After hesitating for a few seconds, he got into the mobile phone beside him.

-

At noon, a private hospital, obstetrics and gynecology clinic.

During the break, there are no patients, and the nurse on duty is also taking a lunch break.There was a sudden burst of laughter in the outpatient room, which was supposed to be empty.

"Hahahahaha!" Xiang Gaofei, who was wearing a white coat, laughed, "You, 'Eagle Bubo' Ying Bo, actually entered the police station because of your bravery?"

Ying Bo, the young man who had acted bravely on the bus before, was sitting opposite Xiang Gaofei after finishing his notes at the police station and paying the old aunt's medical expenses in advance.

He slid his finger on his cracked mobile phone screen, heard Xiang Gaofei's words, glanced at his bad friend with whom he had been dating for 15 years, and asked, "What's the problem?"

"No problem, of course there is no problem for you to enter the police station." Xiang Gaofei said, "However, there is a big problem about how you got out of the police station. Did no one find out that you are a wanted criminal across the country?"

"When was I ever wanted?" Ying Bo asked back.

"Even if you manage to eliminate the arrest warrants in the public security system, the private rewards added by those who have been deceived by you are still there," Xiang Gaofei said dissatisfiedly, "What's going on with the current police, there are big living people standing in front of you Can't you recognize them all?"

The person's tone sounded like he sincerely expected Ying Bo to be put in prison.

If it wasn't for the fact that he doesn't have many real friends, Ying Bo would have already punched the gloating face opposite him.

Xiang Gaofei realized that his friend was about to move, so he quickly suppressed his smile and became serious.

He clicked on the stack of inspection reports in front of him, and said, "A good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Bad news." Ying Bo said firmly.

Xiang Gaofei spread his hands and said: "Pancreatic cancer is a malignant tumor that deteriorates very quickly. If you don't take Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine, surgery or chemoradiotherapy, the deterioration rate is faster than that of ordinary patients. If you estimate conservatively, you still have three or four cancers." Live a good life for a month, don't be conservative... Miracles are always possible."

His words were more offensive than before, but Ying Bo just listened carefully, and then asked: "What's the good news?"

"I heard that this week you donated all the stolen money you have accumulated over the past ten years to charity. There is no BMW left in the luxury house, and you can only ask Yan Zhe for the money for meals. For the sake of being so hardworking, the outpatient fee is only You don't need to pay," Xiang Gaofei said while waving his hand, "Just pay for the inspection."

"..." Ying Bo said, "Xiang Gaofei, why didn't I strangle you to death 15 years ago?"

"I'm handsome." Xiang Gaofei said.

He's not as handsome as I am, so I should slander him.

He took the inspection report handed over to Gao Fei, and his eyes drifted across the large area of ​​"positive", "diagnosed", and "patients with 'pancreatic cancer' shown in the previous image..." and entered the official document without any pause in the bag.

It's time to go.

Seeing this, Xiang Gaofei quickly asked, "Still not planning to treat him?"

Ying Bo, who stood up to straighten his clothes, glanced at him and said, "Even if it is treated, I will not find you, a fake doctor, as the attending doctor. Don't worry."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Xiang Gaofei was about to wave goodbye to him when he suddenly turned around and came back.

"What is the wifi password of your hospital?"

"Aren't you going to leave?" Xiang Gaofei's mouth twitched, "Why do you care about this?"

"It seems that something went wrong," Ying Bo shook his cracked phone, "What's the password?"

"What's the problem?" Xiang Gaofei asked curiously, "Try switching the machine on and off?"

"It may also be a virus." Ying Bo said, showing his mobile phone screen in front of Xiang Gaofei, "Downloaded a strange app for me."

"Oh?"

Holding his glasses up, Xiang Gaofei lowered his head to look at what the bad friend was pointing at.

There was indeed an APP that he had never seen before. The icon was a circle of black ink drawn with a brush, with the word "Tao" majesticly written in the middle.

The four small characters below the APP show its name.

This name is also unheard of, I don’t know who designed the virus software, it’s called——

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The author has something to say: Good evening everyone!Nineteen I'm back!

The pairing this time is a local tyrant cultivator x a charlatan who specializes in black and black, and a poem is recited-a hundred generations of cultivation can sleep together, and a thousand-mile marriage will be live-streamed.

Thank you Ning, Shanmu, Jiujiu, and Kapok for the landmines~Thank you for the mine grenade that I have known for a long time~

Summer is a season suitable for writing and following updates, let us meet again at the beginning of this story.