you better leave me alone

The police station is full of talented people both day and night, and the moment you step into the door, the noise goes straight to your head, mixed with countless outstanding national curses.

Ma Yang was waiting for them at the door, his thin shirt shivering from the wind, and when he saw them, he led him upstairs to a certain room.

In the center of the room stood a fan of one-way glass.

On the other side of the glass squatted a row of social youths, with big gold chains clanging around their necks, their eyebrows furrowed deeply, and their faces were gloomy.

Wen Chen saw the golden hair in the middle and unconsciously thought of his crushed pepper.

Ma Yang motioned: "Look, are these a few?"

Lin Zewu raised his eyes and glanced around, nodded, paused for two seconds, and said, "Yes."

Ma Yang said: "These people present have all done something, right?"

Lin Zewu felt a dull pain in his left shoulder, and he still felt the kicks in his abdomen. The moment when Jin Mao grabbed his hair and knocked against the wall was too scary.

"Correct."

Lin Zewu answered simply and concisely, as if he didn't want to talk too much.

Ma Yang compared the difference in body size between him and the golden retriever group back and forth, and cursed in a low voice, while the rest of the staff just went about their work and pretended not to hear.

"Have you done an injury appraisal before?"

Lin Zewu confessed honestly: "No..."

"Done."

Wen Chen suddenly interrupted his answer.

Only then did Lin Zewu look at him. Wen Chen had been silent since just now, leaning against the table in silence, and only now cast his gaze.

"There is an injury appraisal, I will find time to bring it to you in a while."

"Sure." Ma Yang wrote on the memo, "It's okay, just go out and go through the process. This group of second- and fifth-year-olds will have to live in peace for at least a while, children, don't worry about the college entrance examination!"

Ma Yang completely treated him like a child, Lin Zewu's stomach twitched faintly.

"...Thank you, officer."

Go downstairs to complete the process, sign and draw a deposit, and it took 10 minutes to finish the golden retriever.

As Lin Zewu wrote the last word, a huge rock in his heart shattered. Whether it was him or Li Xun, there was no need to worry about this group of people making trouble for them.

There were people coming and going in the police station, Lin Zewu and Wen Chen walked side by side at the back, the exit was in front, the weather outside was slightly cloudy and not so bright.

Wen Chen was sending a message to the store just now, making an appointment for them to deliver the bed.

"When was the injury appraisal done?" Lin Zewu finally asked.

Wen Chen typed word by word, his thoughts were not on him, and he replied vaguely: "When you were unconscious."

Lin Zewu felt a little heavy on his shoulders, he bit his dry lips.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Wen Chen answered the sentence habitually, and suddenly realized something in the next second, he paused his finger pressing the word, and looked at Lin Zewu, "...it's impossible."

Lin Zewu resorted to the old trick: "... Shall I treat you to dinner?"

Wen Chen was very moved but refused: "That's not necessary."

Lin Zewu was ready to meet his "OK", and was thinking about whether to eat McDonald's or the small Sichuan restaurant downstairs, but he didn't expect Wen Chen to refuse so quickly this time.

Not quite his style?

However, I only heard Chen's voice turn around: "Just help me take care of my luggage downstairs in the past two days."

Lin Zewu opened his mouth: "Okay."

The lock on the iron door at the bottom of the building was broken, and the third floor was a chess and card room, and it was even more impossible for the landlord to repair the lock on the bottom floor. Wen Chen planned to change the lock on the door of his house.

"Where did you change your combination lock?"

Lin Zewu said, "It's just the place near Shenxiangzi. Do you want to change the lock?"

"The sooner the better."

After all, he had to pack up and leave in a few days.

"Today...in the afternoon, it's almost noon, I have to go back first." Lin Zewu noticed the pendulum on the wall of the police station, "It will take about half an hour."

Wen Chen knew that something was wrong with his family, so he let him go without asking any further questions.

After dealing with the incident at the police station, Wen Chen walked around to familiarize himself with the environment. Nearby eating places generally include breakfast stalls, fried chicken milk tea shops, and restaurants downstairs.

Between the cold fried dough sticks, fried chicken milk tea with invincible calories, and rice bowl, Wen Chen chose to pack a rice bowl with shredded pork with green peppers to take home.

"Your shredded pork with green peppers is ready to add a portion of rice, the money is just right, be careful of being hot!"

The aroma of shredded pork with green pepper is compelling, and the peanut oil is not distressed.

Back at the residence on the fifth floor, Wen Chen stopped at the stairs.

There are three households on the sixth floor. Unfortunately, the market is not good. Except for Lin Zewu, no one rents a house. Occasionally, you can find a bird's nest in the cold and cold, but the door of "603" has a human touch.

When Wen Chen took out the keys, he wondered what kind of lock to change. It would be too extravagant to change to a fingerprint lock. It would take three months at most, or maybe even shorter, and the house he bought would be handed over to him.

This place is just a temporary residence.

"Bang!"

As soon as the door lock was turned, there was a crisp sound upstairs, as if something was broken.

Wen Chen was startled.

He raised his head, only to see the gloomy atmosphere on the sixth floor, and the source of the sound was Lin Zewu's house.

Because Lin Zewu had accidents in two days, Wen Chen decided to go up and ask, so as not to encounter bloody incidents when he first moved.

"Dong dong."

Wen Chen knocked on the door reservedly.

"Who?" Lin Zewu's answer was quick and short.

"I."

The voice from inside was full of air, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

Wen Chen vaguely said a few words and wanted to go downstairs.

"Nothing……"

When I haven't been here, I go first.

Before the foot left the spot, the door opened a small crack with a "click".

Lin Zewu stood there blocking most of his line of sight, habitually looking at the open space behind him, turned around and then returned to Wen Chen, and noticed that he was carrying a take-out box.

Wen Chen followed his gaze to look back, it was empty, and asked involuntarily, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Zewu shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm used to it."

Taking advantage of these few minutes, Wen Chen looked at him, but didn't see where he was broken.

"What's up?"

"It's nothing, auditory hallucinations." Wen Chen said melancholy, "I'm getting old."

Lin Zewu said calmly, "Oh, you don't have auditory hallucinations. One of my bowls was broken. This is probably what you heard."

The bowl is broken?

Because of the fractured left shoulder, Wen Chen thought.

Lin Zewu closed the door to the outside, and the gap became even smaller.

"Hand slippery." Lin Zewu explained scribbled, and then said hastily, "I'll go down to find you in 10 minutes, I still have something to do."

As soon as Wen Chen said the word "OK", the door in front of him was slammed shut, and the air was filled with subtle embarrassment and the smell of shredded pork with green peppers.

He stared at the 1% new door in a daze for a minute. With his years of experience in shopping malls, Wen Chen was sure that something had happened to this high school student.

the other side of the door.

Lin Zewu leaned against the door panel, looking a little dazed, not far away there were pieces of ceramic bowls piled up beside the table legs.

This was one of the few things in his house that could be broken, and after lingering on his last breath and escaping from Zhao Qian's clutches for so long, he managed to drop it.

Just now, at a place that Wen Chen didn't see, he held his mobile phone in his left hand, and the screen remained on the communication interface, with a 2-minute record at the top.

It hurt Lin Zewu's eyes deeply, he wished he could lose his memory on the spot.

After a while, Lin Zewu slowly let out a breath of depression, and used a broom to dispose of the debris.

The edges of the fragments were sharp and sharp, and I accidentally scratched my finger, but Lin Zewu was absent-minded.

He pondered over what happened just now, and suddenly paused, a certain thought flashed through his mind.