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"Tell me, where is the contract hidden?" The man standing in the middle spoke, and kicked hard along the way.

Several severe coughs, as if coughing up blood.

"...have no idea"

His voice was hoarse, and his tone was stubborn and unconvinced. It seemed that he had been pressed for a long time.

"Come on, give me the knife, I want to see if it's swallowed?!"

To disembowel?

Jiang Ming suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Words were one step faster than reason, and the moment he finished shouting, he was also stunned, and the half-burned cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, and was instantly extinguished by the rain.

Those people all turned their heads and touched about five or six, some tall and some short. The man in the middle still had a knife in his hand, but fortunately it was only used by ordinary people to peel fruit at home.

wrong. . .A fruit knife is also a knife!

"Who the hell are you?!"

With a shout, the crowd gradually approached. They may not have seen Jiang Ming's face clearly, but they obviously noticed the police uniform on him.

"Fuck! Police!"

"The kid called the police?"

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Jiang Ming pulled up his collar, and pretended to say: "Building C, Yuhui Community, come over here if you need something."

Seeing this, the man with the knife hurriedly said: "Withdraw first, then go back and talk later."

The rest of the people looked at each other for a while, as if they were asking each other for advice, and the result of the eye contact was probably: "A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses."

After the group of people ran away in a hurry, Jiang Ming looked at their backs to make sure they were safe, and then rushed to the corner and shouted: "Hey! How are you?"

"..."

"Should I take you to the hospital?"

Still no sound.

The raindrops slapped all the exposed places on the ground, and the sound of "哗哗哗" replaced his silence.

Jiang Ming took a few steps forward, leaned in front of him, and squatted down.

The blue and white colors can be distinguished even in the dark, school uniform?

Jiang Ming frowned, a little confused. . . . . .How is it a student?Further up, the bloodstains all over his face were dripping down the rain, and it was almost impossible to see what he looked like.

He leaned to one side, closed his eyes, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows, as if. . .Passed out.

Jiang Ming knelt down on one leg and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket to call an ambulance, but before he finished entering the number, he saw a hand on his wrist, a long, thin, pale hand.

"I'm fine..."

It was the same hoarse voice, with the coolness of a rainy night, but much softer and cleaner.

Jiang Ming put down his phone and saw him suddenly opened his eyes.

How should I describe that look, like. . .It was like a cold light flashing in the darkness, not shocking, but shocking.

Jiang Ming trembled inexplicably.

The man then asked, "Are you a policeman?"

Jiang Ming nodded, but did not elaborate on which branch of the police he was.

He tried his best to squeeze out a little smile, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Policeman."

Jiang Ming replied in seconds: "You're welcome."

These three words seem to be an instinctive conditioned reflex for policemen all over the world.

Jiang Ming looked him over from head to toe, and said, "You... don't think you can't go to the hospital, you've lost so much blood, you have to be bandaged and disinfected anyway."

The man struggled twice with his hands on the base of the wall, but he didn't get up, Jiang Ming hurried up to help him, and when he stood up, Jiang Ming realized that he was half a head taller than himself, and he didn't look like a student at all.

"Uncle Policeman", when he spoke, his lips were pressed against Jiang Ming's ear, and the breath he exhaled was extraordinarily warm in the rainy night.

"Hello, do it to the end, just take me to your house for a simple wash"

Jiang Ming was stunned, and turned to ask him, "Where's your house? Where do you live? I'll see you off"

With a laugh, he said lightly: "I have no home"

He squinted at Jiang Ming, the laughter stopped, the corners of his mouth were still raised, and his white teeth became the only distinctive thing about him.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and the school uniform on his body had already begun to drip.

"What is your name?"

He froze.

Jiang Ming said, "I have to know your name, otherwise I can't take you there"

"... Lu Kun"

Jiang Ming asked again: "How do you write it?"

"The land of the land, the kun of kun yao"

Jiang Ming nodded and said, "Okay."

"You really know?"

"......Know"

Lu Kun suddenly smiled and said, "There are not many people who can write my name."

This was not a mockery, Jiang Ming could tell.

He took a deep breath, pulled Lu Kun's arm across his shoulders, and said, "There are very few police uncles who are as kind-hearted as I am."

The most ordinary neighborhood in this city, the most ordinary building, the top floor of the seventh floor is Jiang Ming's home.

Go up to the third floor.

Jiang Ming: "Hey! Do you also take two steps yourself?!"

Fifth floor.

Jiang Ming: "How many catties do you have? Do you have 150?"

seventh floor.

Jiang Ming gasped for breath, the hand holding the key trembled, "You're going to exhaust me to death......"

The lights in the corridor are voice-activated, Jiang Ming looks like a psychopath, carrying a person on his shoulder, and he has to growl from time to time.

Lu Kun didn't move at all, as if he passed out again.

He was pretending, Jiang Ming knew it very well.

Because when he took out the keys, Lu Kun quietly moved away the hand that was blocking his trouser pocket.

Unlocking the lock and entering the house, Jiang Ming directly carried him into the bathtub in the bathroom, took off the shower head hanging on the side and threw it to him, saying, "Rinse yourself!"

If it weren't for the fact that he was still a student, Jiang Ming really didn't want to show this love.

From the first floor to the seventh floor, Jiang Ming was really exhausted. He went back to the room to change out his wet clothes, and found a random short-sleeved shorts and hung them on the doorknob of the bathroom.

After finishing the work, Jiang Ming hurriedly sat down and closed his eyes to rest. He thought he would only rest for a while, but unexpectedly fell asleep.

With such a wide heart, strangers can still fall asleep when they come to the house. . . . . .

The sound of rushing water stopped, and a pair of big bare feet walked out of the bathroom, leaving a string of water marks like soles on the floor they stepped on.

Lu Kun walked around the wooden coffee table and sat on the sofa. The hair on his forehead was still dripping, dripping down the bridge of his nose. He didn't care to wipe it, and curled his fingers to touch the corner of his mouth.

There was a "hiss", neither serious nor severe, but it still hurt more or less.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of rainwater beating the windows. He looked around the room. The whole room had two bedrooms and one living room. The decoration was simple, but the colors were well matched, which was enough to tell the taste of the owner.

There is not much furniture in the room, and there is a mountain bike and a skateboard in the corner of the balcony.

His gaze fell back to the man sleeping on the sofa.

Jiang Ming didn't sleep very soundly. After all, the sofa and the bed are incomparable. He turned his head and slowly opened his eyes.

"Depend on!"

Jiang Ming stood up in a jerk and froze for two seconds.

Lu Kun gave a low laugh, very lightly, as if humming from his nasal cavity.

Jiang Ming recovered from his laughter, glanced at him in the fastest way, and said, "Ah, so you look like this."

In all fairness, Lu Kun looks pretty good, and if the bruises on the corners of his mouth and face disappear, he will be more attractive, it's just those eyes. . . . . .Those eyes were very special, Jiang Ming couldn't say anything for a while, he just remembered the moment when Lu Kun opened his eyes in the alley just now, it made people shudder.

"I'll see your wounds"

Jiang Ming walked over while talking, raised his hand to pinch Lu Kun's chin, shook it left and right twice, and said, "It's nothing serious, what about your body, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Do you want to see it?"

Lu Kun raised his eyebrows, and pulled the bottom of the short sleeve with two fingers, as if he was ready to show off at any time.

Jiang Ming pursed his lower lips, a little confused, "What am I looking at, can't you feel it yourself?!"

cough cough. . . . . .It seems to be a no-brainer.

Lu Kun stretched his long legs, put them on the coffee table, and looked at Jiang Ming with a meaningless expression.

Neither of them spoke, and the silence was a little scary.

Jiang Ming turned around and squatted down, and pulled out a small white box from the drawer of the TV cabinet, with the word "ten" printed in bright red on it.

"I don't have anything to do with those guys in the hospital. I'll give you a simple disinfection." Jiang Ming said as he opened the box, and took out a pair of tweezers, a bottle of iodine, and a bag of cotton swabs.

"Hold your head up"

Jiang Ming dipped the cotton swab into the iodine for a few times, then wiped it on the corners of Lu Kun's mouth, and then drew circles on the cheekbones after a few swipes.

"You're not a policeman," Lu Kun looked at Jiang Ming and said word by word.

Jiang Ming's hand holding the cotton swab stopped, he was quiet, and replied: "I am"

Lu Kun squinted at the side, then turned back and said, "I mean, you are not from the public security system."

"how do you know?"

A low laugh, and then nothing happened.

Jiang Ming exerted a little force on his hands, and the man on the sofa let out a "hiss", then he raised his head back, looked at Jiang Ming and said, "The word on the left shoulder of your clothes is Judiciary, not Public Security."

Let’s just say you were pretending when you went upstairs. . . . . .

This is indeed easier to identify. Fortunately, the night gave Jiang Ming the best cover. If the group of people just now had sharp eyes like Lu Kun, they might not have walked so happily.

After two seconds, Jiang Ming said, "You are not a student either."

It seems to be a bit of a counterattack.

This time it was Lu Kun who asked the question, "Can you see it?"

Jiang Ming laughed meaningfully, and said, "Uncle policeman's eyes are always more poisonous than ordinary people, this is true."

"Tell me, why didn't you call the police?!"

Jiang Ming threw the cotton swab into the trash can next to the tea table, tightened the cap of the iodine bottle, and then put the white box back in place. This series of actions has given Lu Kun enough time to think.

“Don't want to say leave now”

This is an eviction order, not a negotiation.