[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

In this world, everyone has different experiences, some people are ordinary, some people are unique, Shang Han thinks his experience belongs to the relatively unique one.

His uniform was once stained with blood, he once fired a sniper/gun from a high-floor window, and he also encountered betrayal and suspicion. On the edge of life and death, he walked quietly helplessly .

But all those pasts, when he woke up from the operating table, and when he received one medal after another, naturally became a memory, a symbol.The rhythm of life continues, never slowed down by anyone's pain and blood and tears.

Therefore, when Shang Han opened the door, he was particularly frightened. It was the first time he felt that the rhythm of fate was slowly and quietly prolonging.

The policemen looked at the empty room and remained silent. Shang Han's dark eyes scanned the expensive woolen carpet, the wooden coffee table, and the large and soft bed in the room, and finally fell on the huge heavy and complicated curtains.

The sunlight is on the back of the curtain, the dignified maroon and the dull and luxurious gold lines are criss-crossed, as beautiful as a map leading to lies.

Shang Han lowered his hand holding the pistol/gun, stood in the center of the room, looked coldly at the team members who came in together, and opened the exquisite map to reveal the entrance to the truth.

It was a secret door, and the prince escaped!

In the surveillance record, the girl in the headset watched the prince walk into the room on the second floor.The windows here are facing the route they walked, and it is indeed a sweeping view, but even if the prince wants to avoid it, relying on their skills, not to mention picking something out of the pocket, he will still be unable to escape.

Unexpectedly, the devil was ten feet tall, and the prince had a follow-up plan before.

Shang Han lowered his eyelids slowly. In his long career, he has not failed, but for some reason, at this moment, facing the empty room, he feels a kind of exhaustion of his soul being hollowed out.Feelings constantly surging like a tide soaked through his clothes and washed his heart.

He turned away, not wanting to take another look at the room that had disappointed him so much.

Up to now, he failed to shoot the bullet in the gun chamber after all.

The police put away their guns at the door and leaned their backs against the wall.Twenty minutes ago, he had assumed a similar pose, but his state of mind was different from before.

The team members guarding outside saw Shang Han's actions, although they were puzzled in their hearts, they also guessed something. The baby face on the stairs on the third floor retracted the gun, and he made a comforting gesture to Shang Han. action.

In the headset was the girl's concerned question, "Senior, something is wrong."

Shang Han smiled wryly, something was indeed wrong.

The policeman stood silently in the corridor on the second floor. Now he finally understood why the prince liked to live in this room.

The wide field of vision allows him to observe the movements in the hall at a glance as soon as he opens the door.All I could see was the closed gate of the casino, guarded by little policemen with wedding rings, then the service desk for exchanging chips, and one after another of gorgeous wooden gaming tables.

On the south side of the hall was a turntable with black and red, which reminded him of that bad past.

Over the years, he mobilized all the power at hand, but he still couldn't find the information about Mo Yu after graduation. It was like a secret, a non-existent transparent person, and the casino's protection measures were quite good.

He looked at the turntable full of numbers, "Has Mo Yu's pale hand ever grasped the edge of that huge turntable secretly and forcefully?" He thought to himself, but felt that it was inappropriate. It is suitable for darkening old warehouses, turning clouds and rains, and making a lot of money. In this way, the poker game that day was really suitable for him.Has he ever been a dealer?he thought again.

Then he heard the girl's slightly frightened voice say in the headset, "I've stopped the program, but I don't know why, the system is still running."

Interlaced like a mountain, Shang Han didn't understand the girl's situation.

But he didn't need to understand, the sudden noise in the earphones drowned their communication, the sound of 'click, click' was like a blocked current, but Shang Han felt that it was more like the sound of chips colliding and contacting, mixed with Mixed with * and unknown, from far to near.

In this brief noise, he thought of Mo Yu's hands again, those slender and white hands with well-defined joints.

He saw the baby-faced little policeman walking down the steps step by step, as if stepping on the veins and joints of those hands.Shang Han watched the movements of those hands, they turned slowly, turned over, and supported the steps of the person in front of him with their soft and fleshy palms.

The hands grew and enlarged little by little, and finally came to his side, and he saw the familiar and lovely smile on the doll's face.

Now, they were standing together in the palms of those hands.

The rapidly growing huge palms surrounded them from all directions, and there was a chaotic sound in the earphones. It was only at this moment that Shang Han realized the weirdness and horror of those hands.

That's not natural growth, it's not simply expanding, that's inflation.

Shang Han jumped up and threw down the team members on the opposite side. All he could hear was the deafening explosion, and the rays of a thousand suns flashed behind them, bringing up thick smoke and flying debris.

Under the huge inertia, when their feet left the ground and separated in mid-air, Shang Han felt that the change of time became extremely slow, so slow that he could see the vast casino floor clearly, and so slow that he could feel it in the same way. I saw my blurred shadow in the huge crystal chandelier that swirled and fell, like a farewell curtain, slowly hanging down on the stage of his life, with the color of blood dripping.

During that long and prolonged time, he clearly felt pain in his back, arms, thighs, all over his body.The debris and light attacked him fiercely, and he saw his team members disappear one by one in the billowing smoke.

At the very end, he fell on the ground of the first floor, in the hands that threw him to the sky, the palms burst due to swelling, exposing the terrible finger bones, which made him ache.

The night, tender and loving, enveloped him, and in that darkness, he heard the sound of bones being dislocated, and the sensations of pain and fear shattered in his ears alternately like foam.

A large piece of gravel and sawdust fell on his face and body. This absurd and terrifying world that had tortured him for countless days and nights finally calmed down.

Shang Han woke up twice in a trance, once on a moving stretcher, and once on a soft bed. He heard a voice that he was thinking about, and his cold tone was full of pride and concern. Another person is arguing with that person.

"Why did you save him? Are you still reluctant to part with him?"

"...This is between me and him." The voice replied.

Shang Han was in the darkness, he desperately tried to open his eyes, but to no avail.

A pair of gentle hands would gently stroke the bandages wrapped around his eyes from time to time, and only then would he feel that the pain and darkness were not really so unbearable.

Even sometimes, that kind of touch, in the sleepy exhaustion, will be peaceful like a gift.