Dangerous Personality

The number of people in the bar gradually increased, but Chi Qing couldn't hear anything. The slightly cold fingers of the two were touched by each other's temperature after they were pressed together, and the temperature of the fingertips heated up little by little.

In the bustling bar, some people were shaking their bodies slightly to the music, some were leaning together and talking, and some were starting to play games...

They didn't know what was going to happen here, until there was a sudden "pop" from the corner!

The wine glass was thrown to the ground.

At first the crackling didn't attract the attention of others until a few seconds later——

The clean black square table was overturned to the ground, the ground was splashed with glass shards, a small candle was placed on the black square table, the candle was placed in a transparent brown container, one for each table, used to add atmosphere, not extinguished The candle lighted the wine that had just been sprinkled on the ground.

The flame suddenly rose from the ground!

Only then did someone cast their eyes here: "What's going on?"

"What happened……"

"Are those two fighting?"

As soon as the words fell, more than one table was kicked over this time, and the tables and chairs in that corner were toppled over.

In the darkness, a man could be vaguely seen being pressed against the corner wall by another man wearing a hat whose face could not be seen clearly. The two figures overlapped. If it wasn't for the movement just now, no one would have thought that they were fighting.

The man in the hat wears a thin ring on his finger. He first presses the opponent's shoulder, and then the opposite person dodges sideways. After a short distance, the opposite person lifts up his leg and kicks him. The atmosphere is anxious and difficult to distinguish for a while. win or lose.

Then the man wearing the ring suddenly had something shining silver like the ring in his hand.

"what!!!"

"That man has a knife in his hand!"

On the way to the bar, Ji Mingrui received a call from Su Xiaolan: "Someone called the police just now, saying that there was a fight in the bar, and one of them was still holding a knife... Listening to the description...we seem to know these two people."

Ji Mingrui: "...?!"

The next second, he slammed on the accelerator and picked up the speed.

When he arrived at the bar, the inside and outside of the bar had become a mess. A group of people who escaped from the bar gathered outside, and some of them came from other shops to watch the excitement. These people kept a relatively close distance from the entrance of the bar. From a safe distance, I looked in with panic and curiosity.

"..."

"what's up?"

"I don't know, I heard that someone was hacked."

"..." Ji Mingrui pushed these people away, shouted "I'm a policeman", drew out the gun beside him and rushed in, "Give way, let's all go."

The bar was in a mess, with tables and chairs crumbling.

Ji Mingrui shouted sharply: "Where are people!"

The waiter couldn't speak very well: "Go, often go to the back door—"

The back door is connected to the wine storage warehouse and a bottomless river. This river is a famous waterway river in South China City. It meanders across half of the city. The branches of the water system are everywhere, and there is just one when you go out from the back door.It was already dark outside, and the river water showed a dark color, making the river appear deeper.

Two black figures by the river, after Ji Mingrui yelled "Is there a light, turn on the light", the big spotlight at the back door was turned on with a snap, illuminating the scene by the river—so he stared blankly. Looking at Xie Lin holding a sharp dagger in his hand, the pocket knife stabbed into another person's body.

The other person was so familiar to him that he didn't need to look at his face, but he could tell who this person was just by looking at his pale complexion caused by not seeing the light all year round.

And the part where the knife had penetrated—it seemed to be the heart.

After Chi Qing was stabbed, he lost his balance in the previous fight. The man was thin and his skin was horribly white. His eyes were blocked by his long hair, so he couldn't see his expression clearly. He looked like A black bird was pulled from the night sky and fell backwards into the rushing river.

Then he was swallowed by the rapids, not even a piece of clothing left.

Someone behind him choked and shouted: "Killed—!"

Ji Mingrui has no skills at all, and life is at stake. He didn't care about chasing Xie Lin, so he urgently informed Su Xiaolan of Xie Lin's escape location, took off his shirt, and plunged directly into the icy river.

cold……

Biting cold...

Holding his breath, Ji Mingrui kept groping in the river, but every time he stretched out his hand, it came to nothing.

After countless times, he also gradually lost consciousness.

Ji Mingrui opened his eyes again, 24 hours later.

"Officer Ji, are you awake?" The nurse in a white nurse's uniform bent over and approached him, asking softly, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort? If you feel any discomfort, please tell me, you I was exhausted when I went down the river to search for people, but fortunately the rescue team came in time..."

Ji Mingrui didn't care about how he was rescued, he sat up suddenly from the hospital bed, pressed the nurse's hand and asked, "Has he been rescued? Where is he now?"

The nurse didn't know his relationship with the other victim, and was startled by his sudden approach, and said in a daze, "I picked it up..."

"What about people?!"

"He's here..." The nurse seemed to feel that the next words were not good, so she lowered her voice, "In the morgue."

Ji Mingrui was struck by lightning.

Too... mortuary?

"You mean..."

A person can have several opportunities to experience life and death in this life.

Ji Mingrui was hit hard by the heavy reality, his brain was spinning slowly, unable to think and digest at all, and it took him a long time to say: "You mean... he is dead?"

"Yes," the nurse told the information she knew, "The place where the jackknife pierced was exactly the heart. The river is too deep, the terrain is steep, the terrain is full of rocks, and the waterways flow in many directions. This river leads to several directions. Rescue It took the team more than ten hours to fish out the man. Moreover, there were marks of reef impact in many places on the body, especially the face, which was already badly hit when it was picked up."

The nurse said again: "You're not bad, you didn't swim deep into the water, otherwise even if the rescue team came, they wouldn't be able to save you."

Hearing this, Ji Mingrui didn't care about the unfinished bottle of water next to him, got off the bed barefoot, and rushed out!

He didn't know where he was going, and his mind was full of thoughts: he had to ask someone, he had to ask someone, who could come and tell him that the rescue team made a mistake, which was not the case at all...

He staggered out and bumped into someone.

The person who came was the chief.

The bureau chief pressed his shoulders to force him to stand still, then sighed, and said to him word by word: "There is no one left. I heard that this child has no family members. You are the closest person to him."

"Go to the morgue to see him one last time, and then prepare to arrange the funeral."

A week later, the auditorium.

There are white wreaths everywhere, and dirge music is played on a loop in the hall.

The sad piano music flowed slowly in the auditorium.

In the center of the hall stood a brown coffin, and the corpse in the coffin was covered from head to toe with a white cloth.

The whole hall is full of black and white, and it is difficult to find a third color besides these two. The two colors of black and white are intertwined to form the color of death.

It was clearly a funeral.

A black-and-white photo hangs above the coffin. The protagonist in this photo has extremely beautiful facial features, but his entire face is expressionless, as if he has made up his mind from the very beginning to regard this photo as a posthumous photo.

"Crash-"

It's raining outside.

The gloomy weather added a bit of unspeakable and eerie tragedy to the funeral.

There are not many people coming and going to remember the dead, in twos and threes, they came with umbrellas, went to the gate to put away the umbrellas, and the cold rain dripped down the umbrella tips.

"The dead are dead, mourning."

"Mr. Chi's contribution to our police force is obvious to all. Without Mr. Chi, the previous cases would not have been solved so smoothly."

In addition to several representatives sent by the police force to condolences, there is also He Sen who used to be Chi Qing's manager.

He brought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and placed them gently in front of Chi Qing's coffin: "Although...we have known each other for so many years, you have not made much achievements in the show business, but once we met, you played the real villain in many dramas, It still left a deep... impression on everyone."

Ji Mingrui stood in the crowd of people coming and going, wearing a white flower on his chest, unusually quiet.

When a person is under extreme shock, he can calm down the state of the person, and he manages Chi Qing's funeral in an orderly manner.

There is a road across from the entrance of the auditorium. Ji Mingrui stood at the door after sending off a couple of criminal policemen who came to pay their respects. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a man holding a black umbrella on the other side of the road. Near the road pole, Ji Mingrui blinked. At this moment, a car was passing by. When he looked in that direction, there was no one under the road pole.Suddenly like a dream.

"Sir, where are you going?"

In a taxi, the driver looked at the man with the black umbrella through the rearview mirror. The man looked as if he was frozen, otherwise his complexion would not be so pale.

Not only was the man's complexion pale, but even his lips were bloodless.

At the same time, the phone in the man's jacket pocket rang.

The voice of the person opposite didn't sound very happy, but even so his tone was gentle: "What are you running around?"

"Don't you know you're injured?"

"Boom—"

Raindrops fell on the car windows, thunder and lightning split the night, and the gloomy light illuminated the interior of the car.

If the taxi driver had been more serious when he stopped the car just now, and looked around carefully, he would have found that the passenger he pulled was exactly the same as the photo displayed in the mourning hall he just passed.

This person seems to have come to attend his funeral.

That night a week ago.

Chi Qing didn't act according to Jie Lin's plan. After he took Jie Lin's knife, he didn't let go. Instead, he pressed Jie Lin's wrist and stabbed himself with the knife. He looked into Jie Lin's eyes and said: "Don't bother, just kill me."