Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

It wasn't until he got back to the room and lay on the bed that Wen Yan let out a long sigh of relief. While eating toffee, he reached out to untie his collar, so that he could catch his breath during the tight-knit "work schedule", and by the way, he was very loose. Tight and straight back, with the collapse of a big drama.

Wen Yan didn't know why there were so many people rushing forward to do these bloody deals, putting aside those bragging battles and short-term material exchanges, enjoyment is fake, and tiring is real.

Hei Er asked someone to repost a sentence, roughly meaning that it was his fault as the big brother about today's "closed confinement", and he also made such a bad plan because he was persuaded by others not to get off the stage, which made the brother unhappy, didn't he? The original intention, but it's meaningless to delve into it, so I gave a few horsemen with quick brains for Wen Yan to send.

On the surface, it was an apology, but in reality it was surveillance. Hei Er's side was losing face, but Wen Yan hated the feeling of being followed. He was always tense and couldn't show his cowardice. It's like this every day, one day when he walks in the door and bumps into himself eating candy with joy, where is his face going?

So after nearly a week like this, when a pony boy respectfully knocked on the door again and asked Wen Yan what to eat today, Wen Yan shot directly at the wall.

Clean and crisp.

The bullet galloped out, hit the wall with a loud "bang", and then fell to the ground, wandering around without direction for several times, getting slower and slower, and finally stopped.

Xiao Mazi knelt down with his head in his arms, cold sweat dripping down the arc of his cheeks, his throat couldn't stop moving, and he mechanically swallowed the non-existent saliva again and again, so as to gain the sense of existence and reality of "alive" .

He looked at the scorched marks where the bullet had passed with sidelight, thinking that this thing was only a meter away from his head, and he was so terrified of the approaching death that he couldn't say a word.

"Pick it up." Wen Yan stretched on the bed, and made a faint sound, his eyes blinked very slowly, as if he was carefully touching the nerves in his body, making them come alive gradually.

"Pick up...what are you picking up?" Xiao Mazi's face was pale, his head was in a mess, and he answered subconsciously.

"Bullets." Wen Yan gave a "tsk", looking a little impatient, the man almost scrambled to pick up the bullets, held them carefully in the palm of his hand, and knelt and crawled tremblingly after doing enough mental construction Wen Yan bedside.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to pick up the bullet casing, twisted it around his fingertips, his hands were slender and white, and his movements were careless. With his downcast eyes, he looked almost rotten and flirtatious. He whispered: "I have a bad temper."

The little pony still maintains the posture of presenting the treasure, with his head buried deep, but his hands have already been shaken into sieves, as if he could fall down with just a little effort. Wen Yan couldn't bear to look at that appearance, but he was already half pretended, I can only bite the bullet and continue to pretend, how can there be any reason to brake halfway?

"The marksmanship is not good either." Wen Yan continued, his tone subconsciously softened a little, afraid of scaring the people in front of him into trouble, after all, it was just for the sake of acting, and he just evacuated the people around him, and it wasn't aimed at him deliberately, just The young man just hit the muzzle of the gun.

But in the little pony's ears, this kind of tenderness that is so pitiful that it is almost a charity does not work at all, but it is even more frightening, as if the next sentence will say "then I will use you to practice marksmanship".

Although the few words were superficially packaged, they were full of strong killing intent, and the subtext was self-evident.

That kind of bare|naked death declaration instantly dominated the whole body, so he immediately grabbed the ground with his head with a "boom", knocking urgently and hard, Wen Yan never knew that a person's head could knock out such a clear, smooth and smooth sound. The ups and downs of the concerto.

Wen Yan was so frightened that he almost reached out to stop him, but finally shrank back stiffly, and looked away with some guilt, until the man was cut by the mottled texture of the ground, and there was blood on his forehead before he gritted his teeth and called out. .

The man raised his face, blood and cold sweat flowed down the bridge of his nose, and there was a bit of unavoidable dirt. It looked a little scary. Wen Yan stared at his "criminal evidence" between the man's forehead ", without any pleasure.

To be honest, the one who is suffering now is definitely not the only one kneeling at the bottom.

Wen Yan looked at the man several times as if bored, then turned over and got out of bed, while taking the clothes from the shelf and putting them on casually, he said softly, "Does it hurt?"

"No...it doesn't hurt." Xiao Mazi immediately picked up the topic, and after finishing speaking, he carefully raised his head and glanced at Wen Yan. Seeing his furrowed brows and obvious disapproval expression, he began to shake his head violently again, "It hurts...it hurts." of."

A few minutes ago, he just kowtowed his head up and down, and now he shook his head left and right. Wen Yan felt that this head was really destined for ill-fated life.

"It's right if it hurts." Wen Yan said without emotion, then poured a glass of cold water and drank it by himself, "When to eat, whether to eat, or what to eat, do you need to worry about me?"

The little pony shook his head frantically again.

Wen Yan walked around the table, slowly walked up to him, half-bent down and stared at him, and after a long while, curling the corners of his mouth, he said lightly: "What should I do in the future, do you understand?"

Xiao Mazi struggled to raise his head, staring blankly at Wen Yan in front of him, this person was against the light, a faint warm color fainted around his body, I don't know whether it was blurring or softening those edges and corners, it seemed a bit harmless, but he was clear I felt the deep and thick darkness, which went to an extreme.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva in embarrassment, gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "I know... I know."

"Go back and treat the wound, don't get infected." Wen Yan straightened up, walked to the bed and lifted the half-closed curtains, instantly brightening the room, "Take the words, go out."

Xiao Mazi disappeared into the room almost instantly. He knew what the phrase "bring the words to" meant, brought it to the boss, and also warned others and "descendants" that his life today was picked.

I also learned more and more about Fang Bai's moodiness hidden under his exquisite skin. After firing the gun without changing his face and heartbeat, he could still say "treat the wound, don't get inflamed". Harmony.

Sure enough, Hei Er called Wen Yan the next day, and the call was very friendly, without any wit.

Wen Yan said that he got up a little angry yesterday, and he accidentally taught a younger brother a lesson. Hei Er said that those people have no brains, their words are not beautiful, and they haven't learned any rules. Since you are used to taking care of daily life Then he didn't have to worry about it anymore, Wen Yan took advantage of the opportunity to take the Tai Chi that came back.

In the next few days, Wen Yan clearly felt the "importance" Hei Er paid to him. Although he hadn't heard any news of the final deal, but with a little recognition, he also brushed a few corners, and the gains were not too big. , Zero Zero is always passable.

What pleased Wen Yan the most was that Hei Er tactfully removed the eyeliner around him, probably because Fang Bai was an "elite in the police force" after all, and being able to be wedged in as a nail was enough to prove his ability. People who can't help but simply go down the slope, while showing favor to Fang Bai, they can also save face for themselves.

While Wen Yan was busy collecting information, the long-silent entry guide flashed twice suddenly. As soon as Wen Yan opened it, he saw the words "Phoenix Cemetery, Chen Rong's funeral", and he was slightly dazed.

Wen Yan didn't know what the reminder was referring to, but he knew that the opportunity to gain a sense of presence had come, and he had to go to the Phoenix Cemetery.

Early the next morning, Wen Yan wore a black windbreaker and took a taxi to Phoenix Cemetery after repeatedly confirming that no one was following him.

The driver glanced at Wen Yan in the rearview mirror. After the young man got into the car, he didn't say anything other than "Phoenix Cemetery" coldly, and he didn't play with his phone. Ordinary scenes, even a little cramped and dilapidated, can be so focused.

When Wen Yan got out of the car, the driver somehow lowered the window, poked his head out, and scratched his head in embarrassment: "It's going to rain later, I don't think you brought an umbrella, this place is out of the way, And it's not auspicious, it's not easy to take a taxi, why don't you tell me an approximate time, and I'll pick you up?"

It started to rain in the sky, the rain was not heavy but dense, it hit the face like thick smoke, leaving traces all over his body, Wen Yan paused, turned around in surprise, his mood changed inexplicably in an instant Well, his "no strangers do not enter" face didn't frighten the driver, but he still patiently said that he had to wait for him.

"No need, I don't know when to come down, thank you master." Wen Yan said with a smile, nodded his head slightly to express his gratitude, and did not dare to enter through the gate, so he had to climb up a small path around the back mountain under the guidance of the guide.

In front of Chen Rong's tomb, there was a row of people hanging their heads. They were dressed in black and had umbrellas. Sun Ju stood first, followed by Shen Ze. Compared with the white petals of Su Rui, it looks very thin.

"You always said that after so many years, the police uniform looks the best. It's a pity that we can't wear the police uniform to see you today." Director Sun slowly placed Bai Ju in front of the tombstone, looking at the white chrysanthemum with no head, no head His life, no relatives to write, and even no ashes of the clothes, his hands are a little unsteady.

"This is the place you chose early in the morning. I looked around and it's pretty good. It's bustling on the mountainside, so you won't be alone," Sun Juxu said, looking up at a dilapidated street lamp not far away. , Bright and extinguished in the distant mountains and near the water.

Facing the howling mountain wind, standing silently, this is the only light in this place that does not change in age, Sun Ju stared at it for a long time, then turned around and said to Shen Ze: "When you go down the mountain later , Give the administrator some more money to repair and repair this lamp."

Don't tell him to get lost.

Shen Ze nodded, followed by putting down a white chrysanthemum, and after bowing respectfully, he stood quietly behind him and stopped talking. For some reason, he always felt restless, as if something had been lost in the crowded crowd , lost by myself.

Shen Ze believed in his intuition, so he held an umbrella above Sun Ju's head, looked around carefully through the edge of the umbrella, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure hidden in the pines and forests on the upper left, in a scene that most people think is creepy However, Shen Ze only had one thought.

found it.

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