Settled in the sweet spot

Early in the morning, He Zheng finished his porridge and went out. His indifferent eyes fell on the closed anti-theft door opposite him for a second, and then he raised his legs and went downstairs without hesitation.

The white Chang'an drove past the breakfast shop at the gate of the community, the safety gate was raised, and Chang'an was submerged in the traffic.

An Xu, who had eaten a whole drawer of steamed buns by himself, came out of the breakfast shop. He turned off the payment interface on his mobile phone, and a weather reminder popped up on the notification bar, blue wind warning and showers. An Xu looked up, the sun was high and the sky was blue, he He smiled disdainfully and went to stop the car outside the gate of the community.

It's really inconvenient to go to work without a transportation, but his "driver" will be there in the afternoon, so there is no trouble.

The dispute between An Xu and Jian Zhao yesterday was unknown to everyone except He Zheng.

Shenlong and Tang Sancai rode electric tricycles outside to deliver the courier for a day. Feng Suizi was in the outpatient clinic taking blood pressure and dispensing medicines for the elders and aunts in several nearby alleys. Xie Xiaoshan stayed in his studio all day. They didn't come out to make a fuss, and Lao Fang was not in the special security team, so everyone didn't realize that He Zheng and An Xu were in the "cold war".

In other words, it was An Xu's unilateral cold war against He Zheng.

The chef in charge at noon was Lao Fang, and the special security group sat around the Eight Immortals table. Shen Long patted An Xu on the shoulder and handed him a box. Everyone in the group had a big gold chain, and of course An Xu couldn't miss it.

An Xu opened the box with a "Yo", and there was a coin-sized badge hanging from a pure gold necklace, engraved with the Great Wall and a sharp sword on it, An Xu thanked Shen Long, "Thank you Dalong, it cost you a lot."

Shen Long waved his hands and picked up the bowls and chopsticks, "Hey, little thing, my dad always taught me to have a good relationship with my brothers, it's just a necklace.

But An Xu, your chain is a little different from ours, but it is exactly the same as our boss's chain.

Xiao Shan and I both wore lightning and sharp swords. At first the boss insisted on not wanting my chain, so I carved a different pattern. Hey, I didn’t expect him to accept it as soon as I gave it to him. This time I will Customized for you, the master probably misheard, so he stamped the pattern I asked for last time. "

An Xu just chuckled, He Zheng didn't speak, and Tang Sancai was holding a scrambled egg.

"Hey, our boss thought you were bored so he accepted it, okay? Longer, hurry up and eat, look at the drooping face of the boss."

To say that Tang Sancai's biggest advantage is that he is very good at observing words and expressions, which is inseparable from his previous undercover work.

Looking at An Xu's different face without a smile in the past, and He Zheng's cloudy face, Tang Sancai quickly noticed the trickery between the two.

An Xu wanted to try his best to show a peaceful state where nothing happened, but he decided to keep a distance from He Zheng. In the final analysis, it was because He Zheng stood on the opposite side of his father.

He used to regard He Zheng as the same kind as himself, but An Xu's opinion of him changed after He Zheng persuaded him to be obedient in the car yesterday.

At lunch time, a demonic wind began to blow on the main road outside the hutong, and the directionless wind whipped up the withered flower petals on the street and danced wildly.

The petal "blizzard" did not stop in the evening. An Xu, who was about to get off work, received a message from his "driver" on his mobile phone, but Song Zhuima had already jumped into the special security team with a pink helmet in his arms.

"Hi everyone! My name is Song Zhuima, and I'm my master's apprentice!" Zhuima, who didn't admit his life at all, pointed at An Xu and greeted the others.

The corners of An Xu's brows twitched, and he grabbed the chasing horse's helmet with one hand and was about to take him away.

"It's too late today, I'll introduce my apprentice to you later..." After finishing speaking, he had already walked out of the special security team's yard.

He Zheng came out after him, but when he went to drive, he saw that An Xu hadn't left, standing in a daze with the big boy who claimed to be chasing a horse in front of a small sheep electric car with a small head and a big butt.

An Xu's hair was disheveled by the evil wind outside. The corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the two-wheeled vehicle, and then at the apprentice in front of him who could only smirk.

"Are you planning to drive me in this car?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of He Zheng who was driving the door. An Xu felt his cheeks were hot, closed his eyes to persuade himself to calm down, and was about to walk out of the alley to take a taxi, but was stopped by the second-rate apprentice in front of him.

"Hey, master, don't think it's too small. It's actually very fast. Besides, my study abroad is over. I just bought it when I came back. It's very valuable."

He Zheng had already started the car, and An Xu's eyelids twitched. He couldn't help but think, even if he apologized to He Zheng now, he should be able to ride his four-wheeler home, right?

That weak little sheep obviously lacks horsepower, how can it carry him and the chasing horse?

It's a pity that he thought too much, He Zheng got out of the alley at a [-]-step pace, and An Xu didn't even think about sitting on the exhaust pipe of the car.

Angry, An Xu's mouth puffed up, so he had no choice but to sit on the little sheep and go home at the kind invitation of chasing the horse.

In the morning, An Xu also dismissed the weather forecast reminder, who would have thought that it would rain on their way back.

The little sheep, whose speed is only a little faster than a bicycle, crawled and crawled on the road. When the rain started, An Xu wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain and waited for the rain to stop before running and chasing the horse, but he insisted on telling An Xu that it was almost there.

So when An Xu got home, he had turned into a drowned chicken inside and out, and he managed to have a fever after getting up the next day.

Stepping into the small courtyard with a dizzy and hot head, An Xu saw Feng Suizi rushing to pack up the medicine box and run out, seeing An Xu hurriedly pulled him along.

"What's the situation?" An Xu's nasal voice was thick.

"A bar street is on fire. Dalong and the others haven't come back yet and He Zheng is already there. Let's go!"

"But we don't have a car?"

"Huh~" Feng Suizi pulled away a piece of dustproof cloth, and An Xu's jaw almost dropped in shock.

The colorless van is covered in dust all over. If the dustproof cloth is not covered, the dust on it may bury the car.

"Is this a classic car from the Qing Dynasty?!"

"Dead early in the morning!"

"..."

Feng Suizi Qiu Mingshan was possessed by a car god, and he drove to the place where the fire took place in 15 minutes. It was the bar street where He Zheng and An Xu came to pass the last time.

Surrounded by screaming men and women running outside, it was in stark contrast to An Xu's backs rushing in. Thick smoke billowed from the burning place, blackening half of the sky.

An Xu shouted while running inside, "He Zheng!"

When An Xu found He Zheng, he was carrying a drunkard to the outskirts of the fire scene. People from the fire brigade were already putting out the fire. Explosion hazard.

The people in the bar ran away in a hurry when they found out that it was on fire, but He Zheng found a few people who were not afraid of death in individual bar boxes.

They were high on drugs, lost all reason, and dreamed of death in the sea of ​​​​fire, using death as the last stimulant.

The fire brigade did not bring extra protective clothing and helmets. He Zheng was dressed in thin clothes, carrying a fire extinguisher in his big hand, and resolutely rushed into the flames.

The fire extinguisher had turned into a gun in his hand, and An Xu followed closely behind him, watching He Zheng's short hair soaked in sweat and turning into wisps of prickly hair, the man whose face had been wiped with black spots grabbed his hair With the back of his head combed to reveal his stiff forehead, he looks like a domineering ghost in the flames of hell.

Personal emotions should not be brought into work, this is the most basic principle of their actions. At this time, An Xu doesn't care which side He Zheng is on. They are a team, a whole, and when necessary, they are a pair of left and right hands.

They extinguished the fire in a 180-degree direction back to back, re-entered the backstage box, checked that no one was there, and then went to the next bar. I don't know who set the fire, and it has been burning for an hour so far.

The more you go inside, the more serious the fire is, especially the decoration materials in the bar are mostly high-hardness acrylic boards, which melt under high-temperature combustion. As long as it sticks to people's clothes, the cloth can be scalded within three seconds. The next thing to suffer is the skin.

The fireproof stickers in each bar are also decorations. Fortunately, An Xu and the others acted quickly. The three of them in the special security team and all the members of the fire brigade only slightly burned some of their skin. This is the best result.

A street full of feasting and feasting turned into urban ruins, and any small flames that might re-ignite were extinguished. Feng Suizi followed the wounded and left in an ambulance later. An Xu and the fire department negotiated the specific situation. Got it, and they found the culprit of the fire on the spot.

An Xu sat next to He Zheng, looking at the monitoring content displayed on the car computer, the familiar decoration, tables and chairs, and familiar faces. The person who set the fire turned out to be the girl who came into the bar that day!

In the picture, the man with white gloves that An Xu bumped into that day slapped the girl hard and left.

Afterwards, the girl who covered her face for a long time and didn't respond somehow entered the back kitchen of the bar, smashed the alcohol used for performances in the kitchen to the ground, and smashed all the alcohol that was available at hand. The front desk didn't notice it at first, but by the time the girl ran away, two small explosions had occurred in the back kitchen, and everyone in the bar ran away for a while.

There was only this one piece of information available in all the surveillance videos. The fire brigade withdrew, and He Zheng and An Xu stood by the side of the street, helping each other pour water to wash their hands and faces.

After washing his face, An Xu drank a big sip of water and rinsed his mouth. When he spat it out, he leaned forward with his neck and head. He felt in a trance that his illness was cured, at least at this moment he was sober.

He Zheng, who was standing next to him, watched with cold eyes. Seeing An Xu shaking his head, he almost flicked his tail like Sixi, and said inappropriately, "Do you have fleas on you?"

"..."

As expected, An Xu cast a sidelong glance at him, and then An Xu turned around arrogantly and left He Zheng to leave.

He Zheng pressed his tongue against one side of the cheek angrily. He obviously wanted to say something to ease the relationship between the two, so why...

But An Xu came back after walking a few steps. He looked at He Zheng's big back and said, "You must go find the little girl who set the fire and take me there."

Already the tone of command.

He Zheng told his brain that it was not dangerous to meet the arsonist who had been brought under control, so he nodded in agreement with An Xu.

The people's police in Zhongshi were all model workers, and Xiao Fang from the criminal police team informed He Zheng early the next morning that he could come and find someone.

An Xu sat in the white Chang'an again, but today he chose to lie in the rear compartment.

From the rearview mirror, He Zheng saw An Xu's blushing cheeks resting with his eyes closed, and after some judgment in his heart, he withdrew his eyes and concentrated on driving.

An Xu didn't dare to let that bastard Song Zhuima send him off. He didn't take any medicine when he got home yesterday. He had a headache and stuffy nose until late at night. The carriage could smell the faint smell of cigarettes from He Zheng's body, and he fell asleep without knowing it.

The car stopped in the police compound, An Xu just woke up, Xiao Fang was already waiting for them at the door, walked through various offices to the room where the "interrogation" was hung.

The girl with disheveled hair covering her face was sitting on the interrogation table, she couldn't help crying when she saw He Zheng and An Xu coming in, especially when she saw An Xu, she immediately realized that her secret had been discovered, so she didn't wait for He Zheng to come in. Just as she was opening her mouth, she shouted out with all her strength.

"He forced me to do it!!"

He Zheng was unmoved, and as if he had never heard of it, he pulled out the chair and sat down. An Xu sat down and looked at the trembling girl.

"Don't be afraid, you confess to us a lot now and ask for clemency."

"..."

The girl was wearing a half-sleeved shirt, and her pointed nails scratched her bare forearm, scraping out streaks of red blood, and said tremblingly.

"It's all him, it's all him, he forced me to take drugs, forced me to sleep with him, forced me to send him drugs to other people, and even took pictures of me and threatened me, if I don't obey his orders, I will be punished." Photos sent to my school, I don't want to... I don't want to break the law..."

He Zheng was still unmoved, and even started to smoke. An Xu shared a piece of tissue to wipe his nose with the girl.

"Do you know where he lives? Are there any other accomplices with him?"

The tearful girl choked and said, "I only know one place. He took me there. It's a bungalow next to a big cement factory. He lives there alone..."

After coming out of the interrogation room, Xiao Fang sent them away, "Captain, next time you see someone, you have to go to a drug rehabilitation center. I hope that girl recovers soon."

……

When the car drove outside the police station, An Xu suddenly said that he wanted to get out of the car. He Zheng expressed doubts with his eyes.

He touched his forehead, "I'm too uncomfortable to get an injection, so I won't bother the team leader. Do you have anything to do?"

"Back to the group."

"Oh~ see you later. I will never miss work. I won't be able to get through the line of fire with minor injuries. I'll go back after the injection."

So the two men, who both lied, took each side of the road towards the sky, but they ended up going to the same destination.

An Xu touched the bungalow area according to the address mentioned by the girl. He slowed down to look for the house number of the white gloves. While wandering, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow from the corner of his eye. He turned around sharply. The shadow ran out of the bungalow area. An Xu Recognizing that person is the "white glove".

After the two got together, An Xu chased the white gloves and finally ran into the cement factory that the girl mentioned.

The factory is about the size of four football fields, only a few rays of light shine in, and you can't see your fingers. An Xu looks around the factory occupied by huge machines, and he can't see anyone with white gloves.

Suddenly, in the corner on the left, a cement mixer with a capacity of two tons started to work. Accompanied by a huge roar, dust was everywhere, and the blunt machine collided and rubbed.

An Xu's dizzy head climbed back to the haze of his childhood, the bloody redness flowed from the machine into a sack, and then he was thrown into the maggot-filled excrement pit like garbage.

An Xu immediately burst into tears, his legs were weak, and he squatted on the ground covering his ears and curled up.

The terrifying machine was still turning, An Xu's clothes were soaked with tears, and a coat was suddenly put on his head, and the world was dark.

small theater:

He Zheng: Are you crying?

An Xu: I didn't cry T﹏T

He Zheng: I cried.

An Xu: No! 【Secretly wipe tears】