[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

When Shang Han was 29 years old, a young policeman in the police station married another young policewoman. According to the general wedding process, before the wedding banquet, the groom told the love story of their acquaintance and love.

The bride is dressed in white gauze, holding flowers in her hands, and the corners of her lips and eyes are full of joy, like a little girl joining in the fun.On the other hand, the groom at the side was quite nervous and shy. He forgot his words when he was talking about ordinary things, and when he took out the manuscript from his pocket, the audience roared with laughter.

Shang Han was in the corner of the auditorium, sitting next to a girl with long hair and big eyes. She was a newly transferred officer from the police station.

A top student majoring in computer science from a prestigious school, he helped the bureau solve a case that hadn't progressed for a long time, and was a new star in the police circle.However, what is rare is that such a girl is still modest and prudent, without a hint of arrogance.

"I really didn't expect Senior Shang to come to the wedding banquet." The girl smiled sweetly, "The groom's official is also very powerful, and his shy temper has already been assigned to Senior's team."

The girl was talking about recent events. The groom on the stage had been in the police station for less than three years. At the beginning, he was just doing some chores on duty. Later, he got in touch with the little policewoman. , Hard-working and hard-working climb up.

Over the years, Shang Han has noticed that among his colleagues, he has praised the little policeman a lot, but he is the only one who is not in a good mood. Today is a big day for others. Shang Han looked at the shy groom on the stage. , his expression darkened inexplicably.

It turns out that it only takes three short years for a poor boy who doesn't know much about the world to embrace a beautiful woman.

Three short years, but also a full three years.

Three years ago, the newcomers on the podium hadn't expressed their happiness yet.Three years ago, the groom was still on the night shift in the detention center. Three years ago, the bride who finally married him was just a little policewoman who often brought him supper.

That is, during the ordinary days when the couple were in love with each other, Shang Han at the guest table reunited with the love of his life.

Though that might be the worst reunion in the world.

Since then, there has been one more person in the police's single apartment, an extremely smart man with a thin body and a cold and slightly smug tone.

Shang Han spent his whole life with the one he loves in his heart less often and farther away, at this moment, he can't express his feelings.

The young policewoman's family has quite a family background, and the old man works in the procuratorate and has a lot of connections at hand. He wants to transfer his son-in-law to the best team.

Outsiders don't know, but can the chief of the police station not know?The best group is naturally in the cold zone, but is it possible to get in if you want to?

The director felt bitter, Shang Han's meritorious methods were far superior to his own number one in name, all these years he saw Shang Han being well-versed in high-level, long-sleeved and good at dancing, he made it clear that he was not a fool who pretended to be lofty, but he didn't know why, it was hard Heart to stay on the line.

But the friend's face can't be refuted, at least there must be a formality. The director invited Shang Han to the office and asked politely. He didn't ask too much, but he didn't expect Shang Han to agree.

There was no publicity, no joy, no embarrassment, not even words, just a slight nod of the head, but that was also a response.

The director is willing to give up this favor in vain, but looking at Shang Han's leaving figure, he is more and more puzzled. How can that person who is extremely strict with himself and others just agree so simply?

After all, the director failed to understand Shang Han, but because he didn't understand, it didn't mean that Shang Han didn't understand.

What Shang Han did in the past three years was all to avenge the blizzard shooting that night. Naturally, he had strict requirements on the team members, but now that it was time to close the net, he really didn't recommend that person who had a close relationship with Mo Yu. The person who stays in the group and witnesses his sharp knife unsheathing and pierces the sky, it can be regarded as an explanation to that person.

"I am willing." The bride's voice was gentle and watery.Shang Han was taken aback for a moment, it turned out that the bright and forthright little policewoman also had such a shy and tender tone.

On the ceremony stage, the young groom put on a ring for the smiling bride. For a moment, Shang Han felt that he was envious. There is really someone in this world who can be with the one he loves for a lifetime and grow old together.

And not like him, separated by yin and yang, hanging lovesickness in vain.

Three years ago, he received a package on a snowy night. He had seen all three things in it, rimless glasses, black leather shoes, and a delicate silver-gray suit. The slight difference is that there is a glaring blood stain on the left chest of the clothes.

Dipping from the inside out, it's a gunshot wound!

Of course he didn't believe that it was a relic sent back by the prince kindly, it was a warning.The prince provoked him but did not kill him.why?The policeman stroked the blood on his suit and thought, and the answer was clearly yes.

There is something about him that makes the prince afraid!

The policeman folded the small silver-gray suit. If the dead man had not been his lifelong bondage, if he had been a little more fearful or cowardly, he might never have had the chance to meet the complicated spider web under that casino.

Some things he did not have, but others have, and stay.It took Shang Han a lot of effort to open the computer left by Mo Yu, where there were the casino's whitewashed accounts and a list of related people.

It seems that he is still a high-level person these years, Shang Han smiled slightly, three years is enough for him to sharpen the sharp edge of revenge!

When the bride was throwing the bouquet, she turned her back to the guests, raised the bouquet above her head, and said loudly, "Today, the two of us went crazy and walked together happily and sadly for three years, and finally achieved a fruitful result!"

The crowd cheered, and the unmarried friends of the bride gathered in front of the stage, jumping and vying for the falling bouquet.

"Senior." The girl sitting next to Shang Han asked in a low voice, "Do you think the girl who snatched the bouquet will marry right away?"

Shang Han turned to look at her.

The girl murmured, "I snatched one years ago, but no one likes me until now."

Shang Han paused, and said in a gentle tone, "Someone will like him, and it took me a long time to find out that I like him."

"Senior, you..." The circles of her eyes were slightly red, but she didn't finish her sentence after all.

Girls are smart and beautiful, there are more boys than girls in the bureau, how can there be no one to admire, I'm afraid it's because I have high vision and I don't want to let it go.

But who wants to make do with it?

After seeing such a smart and elegant person, how could he be willing to wrong himself or others?He actually understood the girl's feelings for him, but he was destined not to be able to reply that's all.Doing your best to save other people's face and not wasting too much time of others is the etiquette of being a human being.

He looked at the newcomer on the stage, his eyes were dim, and now, he could only envy the groom, who had cultivated good fortune in his previous life, embraced beauty in his arms, and had a magnanimous official career.

When returning home after delivering the gift money, Shang Han received a call from his parents urging him to get married.As a mother, I can't figure it out. My son's conditions are very good in all aspects. When he was in school, he could find love letters written by little girls from his schoolbag every day, but now he can't find a girlfriend.

One end of the phone was as sweet as ever, and the other end was gag as always. When asked urgently, Shang Han solemnly listed a bunch of reasons why it is not suitable for marriage now.

One of them made Shang's mother very dissatisfied. Shang Han said that his work was very dangerous, so don't delay other girls.

"The cops deserve to be single? Then what have you been doing today?" The patience of being a mother was completely exhausted.

Shang Han smiled and said, "I envy him too." What he said was indeed from the bottom of his heart, but his tone was frivolous, not half-serious, and he angrily reprimanded his mother on the other end of the phone.

Stopping at the door of the house, Shang Han sat on the steps of the steps and finished the lengthy phone call with his mother. The tone of hatred came from the phone, as far away as another world.

When Shang Han hung up the phone, it was already dark, he took out the key to open the door, and let his body fall down on the soft sofa.

A pair of bright eyes looked at the whiteboard hanging on the wall of the living room. On it was a network of relationships drawn by Mo Yu himself. It was complicated and black and white, but it was clear at a glance.

Shang Han stared at the small question mark in the middle, then slowly closed his eyes as if tired.

"Soon," he said to himself.