Dangerous Personality

All guns were aimed at Z, and the case was almost a foregone conclusion.

Ji Mingrui breathed a sigh of relief, and informed the people outside: "People are under control—"

However, at this moment, Xie Lin looked at Z and suddenly said, "No, not yet."

Chi Qing: "He has no more hostages, what else can he do in the face of so many criminal police officers?"

Chi Qing asked again: "Is there any other trap here?"

After asking, he himself denied this possibility.

"Impossible, the power has been cut off here, there is nothing, and his movement is limited now. With his range of movement, even if there is a trap, there is no way to trigger it. If it is a bomb with a timer, he will be very concerned about the time , but he apparently didn't."

"No," Xie Lin said, "Hold him down as soon as possible, he is likely to..."

Almost at the same time as Xie Lin spoke, Z moved.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground and slammed at the nearest criminal policeman, and the next moment, in the few seconds before everyone could react, even the three "don't move" It was too late to say any deterrent words, Z's hand was already firmly pressed on the gun held by the criminal policeman.

He wants to grab the gun!

The enemy suddenly approached, and he had no other choice to control him. The first reaction of almost all criminal policemen was: to shoot.

A decisive detective immediately aimed his gun at Z's leg, and just a second before he was about to pull the trigger, he noticed that Z's trajectory seemed to be different from what he had imagined, because his actions were not intended to The action of snatching the gun in front of him, on the contrary, he firmly fixed the muzzle of the gun and let the muzzle continue to point at himself.

Then he put his hand on the detective's hand that was pulling the trigger——

Without hesitation, he pressed down hard.

He seemed to smile slightly.

The muzzle of the gun was almost close to his heart. At one moment, the criminal policeman holding the gun could almost hear the heartbeat from the muzzle through the dark muzzle, but the next second the bullet could not be caught by the naked eye. The speed passed through this position.

"boom--"

This sound came from his hand.

"Bang bang—"

It was the shots fired by other police officers in a panic.

Z's pupils dilated in an instant, then shrunk again, and then, the sound of heartbeat from the muzzle of the gun stopped.

During the few seconds when Z put his heart on the muzzle of the gun, he thought of some trivial details ten years ago.

Ten years ago, he became Yang Yan's "son".

A shameful son.

He can only like what the round-faced boy likes, including colors, tastes and hobbies.

One night before going to bed, when he thought of the round-faced boy sharing the room with him, he said: "I'm so cold, are you cold? I might have a cold. When I used to have a fever, my mother would sing to me. "

At that time, winter had not yet passed, so he turned off the air conditioner in the room and opened the window.

He grew up according to the boy's life trajectory. When the boy was supposed to go to high school, he read the high school textbooks bought by the woman every day.

The chemistry score of the round face is not very good, so when he writes the chemistry homework, he can't get too high a score. If he deliberately misses two questions, the woman will look at him with loving eyes: "Why are you still like this? What kind of grade? It's all good, but the chemistry... keeps going wrong."

But as time goes by, the memories of ten years ago are slowly diluted by the ever-moving and elongated time.

He and the woman began to have some memories that belonged only to them.

"This year's Chinese New Year, let's go buy some New Year's goods together?"

"This rabbit on the side of the road is very cute, do you want to raise it?"

"You did a good job, what reward do you want? How about we go to the newly opened museum tomorrow."

Perhaps it is precisely because these clips are increasing, and a face that has been forgotten in the depths of her memory is getting farther and farther away from her. Yang Yan often suffers from headaches, often unbearable. pain medicine.

He will always remember that it was a rainy day.

He had just turned 18 that year, and like other people of his age, his stature was shortened, and he was no longer the little dwarf he was. umbrella.

After Yang Yan moved once and left the group of neighbors who knew her son was dead, his movements were no longer restricted.

"It's raining, Mom," he stood at the door of the convenience store, put his phone to his ear and called Yang Yan, "You didn't bring an umbrella, let me pick you up."

When he said this, there was a stray cat in front of the convenience store. He was in a good mood, and the handle of the umbrella was a little bit towards the stray cat, which just blocked the raindrops falling from the eaves above.

Yang Yan was having a headache at that time, she said "um" casually, then hung up the phone to look for painkillers.

I searched the bag and couldn't find it.

So she could only endure the headache while standing at the gate of the mall waiting for her "son".

My head hurts more and more...it hurts more and more...

It hurts……

She vaguely heard a childish and distant voice:

"Mother--"

Who is calling her?

"Mother--"

Yang Yan was stunned by these two murmurs, her head hurt so much that she almost lost her composure in public, she didn't notice that the boy who was half a head taller than her had already walked up to her along the wet long street holding an umbrella .

So she heard "Mom" from the real world.

"Let's go," he said standing in front of her holding an umbrella, "let's go home."

But when the two of them walked for a while, something went wrong with Yang Yan.

Her steps became slower and slower.

Suddenly, at the intersection where the red light just turned on, she suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

There was a lot of noise from cars on the road, and he couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

Yang Yan stopped, even if she stopped, the umbrella would not be able to cover her.

Regardless of the rain hitting her body, she asked, "You are not my son... who are you?"

"Mom, what are you talking about, I am your son."

"You are not," Yang Yan's eyes suddenly became sharp when she was awake, and the 'love' was no longer in her eyes when she looked at the boy, "How could my son be someone like you? You and him are not at all. Same, my son is kind and optimistic, he is definitely not a person like you."

He stood at the intersection, with the red signal lights flashing behind him, he took a step forward, and repeated her words very slowly: "...a person like me?"

Yang Yan's expression became agitated, she thought that the boy was approaching her and wanted to do something to her, she raised her hand suddenly, and this lift just happened to hit the handle of the umbrella, and the umbrella was knocked over by her.

"Boom—"

Thunder came from a distance.

"You're not my son, and my son wouldn't be a—you—a demon like you."

The rain got heavier.

He clearly remembered that he looked at Yang Yan for a long time, and then he pursed his lips and said one word: "I..." Then it was gone.

Yang Yan didn't hear what he said afterwards, or maybe he didn't say it at all, and no one cared about it.

Why do you think of that day?

In those last few seconds that belonged to him, Z thought.

Why didn't he think of the pleasure of killing people, the moment when the knife pierced into the flesh, and the feeling when he whispered in those people's ears and watched them sink like himself, but that rainy day, he thought of the day he wanted to the words said.

Standing in the rain that day, what he wanted to say was: "I thought...it would be good to live like this."

He actually felt that he could live like this.

It rained heavily.

He was soaked through.

On that day, he finally discovered that there is no way in hell.

"Who fired the gun?!—you fired the gun?!"

"I didn't drive it, he... he drove it himself."

Suddenly, all the medical staff rushed in. Doctors in white coats, assistants carrying medicine boxes, and other team members who were waiting outside the door all rushed in, and the small space became extremely crowded.

Although everyone is clear: "... was shot at that position, there is no possibility of survival."

"..."

Z's body lay quietly on the ground. After his death was confirmed, a white cloth was added to his body. The white cloth could not cover the bloody hole in his chest, and the white cloth was stained red with blood.

Chi Qing stood on the side, and his heart jumped when Z suddenly rushed forward. He watched Yin Hong spread and bloom on the white cloth with continuous bleeding: "He... committed suicide?"

"Why?" Chi Qing couldn't understand, "You guessed it just now?"

It was already difficult for Chi Qing to understand some complex emotions. During this period of time, he has improved a lot. He can almost distinguish whether others are really happy or fake happy, and why they are sad. However, "suicide" obviously surpasses any other emotions.

Xie Lin also looked at the white cloth, and heard the din of people coming and going, these voices seemed to be quieter at the moment, he said: "Because he didn't want to play for a long time, whether he lives or dies, it's up to him. He said there was no difference. He was never afraid that we would find him. On the contrary, he should have waited for this day for a long time. Death is a kind of relief for him, and only death can free him."

"He is an extremely pessimistic and conceited person, he has his pride, he can choose to end his life, but he is not willing to be 'sanctioned' by other people, after all, in his world," Xie Lin The church appeared in front of my eyes, "...he is 'God'."

"Mother--"

"Dad—whoa—"

Outside the amusement park, the rescued children ran to their families one after another.

"I'm so scared," said a child hugging his mother, "I'm really scared."

The woman's eyes were very red, and she cried a lot at home in the past seven days, but she didn't show it in front of the child. She just touched the child's head and said, "You are wonderful and brave... Let's go home."

There are also some parents who waited here after receiving the news, but after waiting for a long time, they did not wait for their children to come out.

Xie Lin and Chi Qing also got into the car. Chi Qing saw the medical staff carrying the stretcher to the ambulance through the car window. His highly tense nerves suddenly relaxed at this moment, and a wave of fatigue swept over him. , belatedly, he realized that the wound on his hand hadn't been bandaged at all.At that time Yang Yan was too excited to bandage him.

The injury on Xie Lin's arm had been treated by a doctor just now, and before he was about to drive, he caught a glimpse of Chi Qing's frowning eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

The man said, his eyes moved down, and he saw the wound on his hand.

"Give it to me," Xie Lin dug out a small emergency medicine kit from the car, bit by bit tore off the messy white bandages, and sure enough, he saw a wound that hadn't been treated at all. What is it, does it hurt?"

Chi Qing said the truth: "It's okay, I can bear it."

The case was over, and Xie Lin felt more relaxed, and he said casually, "Can't you act like a baby to me at a time like this?"

Chi Qing frowned even deeper.

Xie Lin started the on-site teaching while removing the sterile cotton swabs: "Brother Xie Lin, I'm in so much pain."

Chi Qing: "..."

Xie Lin didn't change his face: "I want my brother to kiss, I want my brother to hug me."

"...Get out of the car."

"Forget it if you don't act like a baby," Xie Lin refused to give up, "You can hide sweet words in your heart, but you have to act."

Chi Qing was expressionless: "I don't want to say it a second time."

Xie Lin said "no conscience", after disinfecting Chi Qing, he unpacked another bag of portable gauze, carefully wrapped it around Chi Qing's hands, and then he suddenly mentioned "Xie Feng": "I don't know why, but I have a strange feeling that today is the closest I've been to him."

Xie Feng brushed past the truth back then, and he never gave up until the last moment. The youngest criminal police captain ten years ago had thought of this hidden possibility at that time. He had been to this area , maybe ten years ago, that high-spirited and gentle man also walked around this amusement park.

They are walking the road that Xie Feng walked back then.

I also finished what Zhifeng didn't finish back then.

Xie Lin looked at the sky that was about to light up outside the window one last time, and said, "When Z mentioned him, I didn't feel regretful, nor did I feel too much sadness. I'm proud of him."

Wrapped up.

Xie Lin lowered his head and kissed Chi Qing's fingertips: "Special medicine, exclusive."

Chi Qing moved her fingers slightly.

At this time, there was a new movement outside the car window, and Yang Yan walked out slowly with the support of other criminal policemen.

The woman looked haggard, as if she was still in shock.

Xie Lin looked at the woman's weak steps, and inexplicably mentioned a detail: "By the way, there is one more thing, have you noticed..."

Before Xie Lin finished speaking, Chi Qing knew what he wanted to say: "Which step are you talking about?"

Xie Lin didn't continue talking.

He knew that Chi Qing had seen it too.

With this person's observation ability, it is impossible not to notice the tiny movement of Yang Yan's involuntary retreat when she first came in - when the woman was looking at the chaotic scene in the room, she first glanced helplessly at the blood stains on the sink after entering the room , and then subconsciously want to take a small step back.

This detail is too small.

The criminal police didn't pay attention, Ji Mingrui didn't pay attention, maybe only three people noticed this detail.

Him, Chi Qing, and Z.

Z may have noticed it from the second the woman appeared in his line of sight.

From the first second Yang Yan appeared in front of him, he knew that this "mother" was not his.

How can a mother who loves her child subconsciously retreat?

But maybe at that second, Z thought it would be okay even if it was fake.

He didn't mind it long ago, and he couldn't be obsessed with truth and falsehood anymore.

outside the car.

The criminal policeman who was in charge of looking after Yang Yan was worried about her mental state, and he was talking to her all the way. At this moment, he was comforting her and said: "It's over, it's over...it's okay..."

Yang Yan said nothing.

She seemed to be extremely tired, and every step she took didn't seem to be on the ground.

The criminal police took Yang Yan into the car to take her home. The woman was sitting in the back seat of the police car, the blue and red lights on the roof were constantly flashing, and because the scene was still to be collected for evidence and follow-up searches, the surrounding police still kept ringing.

The car started slowly.

The detective was very thoughtful and wanted to ask her whether she should go home directly or send her to another place first. After all, there were still too many traces of Z in her "home".

But the criminal police had just reached his mouth when he saw through the rearview mirror that Yang Yan's eyes were dull and loose, but without warning, tears fell from her eye sockets.

The tear fell hastily.

Yang Yan didn't even realize that she was crying. She raised her hand and wiped it with her fingertips after a long, long time, when the car had left the amusement park.

Then her eyes shifted a few inches, as if she wanted to see something through the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, the amusement park has become a black blob that cannot be seen clearly no matter how hard you look.

"Its daybreak."

Chi Qing looked at the fish maw rising up in the sky and said in vain.

Xie Lin also took a look. He saw Zhaohui rising from the horizon little by little. This piece of light pierced through the dark blue clouds and dyed half of the sky red. The sky gradually changed from dark blue to light blue.

It looked as if the night had been repelled.

This winter is somehow connected with the winter ten years ago. It is also winter. Kidnapping cases happen in turn, but everyone knows that everything is over—that old case has finally come to an end until today.

Facts have proved that 'that person' can be killed.

From now on, there will be no such absurd games, no such cold winters, and no 'evil' passed down in this way.

Chi Qing felt a tinge of warmth, the weather was getting warmer day by day, and it was getting warmer especially fast these days, and the clothes she was wearing felt a little hot at this moment.

On the dry treetops outside the car window, new tender green shoots quietly appeared at some point.

This winter is about to pass.