sincerity of lies

is the knife.

Ji Xun's nerves tensed up at this moment.

The wind blowing in the alley became gentle, and the time began to be long and slow.The knife on the back pushed forward vigorously, and the voice of the knife holder became more severe:

"Put down the phone!"

Ji Xun let go, and the phone fell straight to the ground.

The yellow hair broke free from his palm, and raised his hand to rub his cheek, but it only made his face more ferocious.

He took a step towards Ji Xun, then raised his foot suddenly, and kicked Ji Xun forcefully: "Zhou Zhuizhui, chasing to your mother's grave? See if I don't teach you a lesson!"

The shoes touched Ji Xun's clothes, Ji Xun adjusted his body slightly, and fell backwards.

The knife did not penetrate.

The person holding the knife even slightly adjusted the downward direction so that the tip of the knife faces outward.

This is the time!

Ji Xun grabbed the yellow-haired leg and pulled it hard. The yellow-haired man lost his center of gravity immediately, and was swung by him like a human body swinging an awl into the knife-wielding man.The knife-wielding man was caught off guard in this sudden situation and was staggered by the yellow hair. At the same time, Ji Xun elbowed the numbness of the opponent's arm, deliberately not looking at the dagger, and when the dagger hit the ground, he kicked again Stomp on, kick the dagger hard into the darkness!

The alert was lifted, and Ji Xun's tense spirit relaxed. He stepped forward and gave the knife-wielding man a final blow. After knocking him unconscious, he turned his feet half a circle and turned to the yellow-haired man who was slumped on the ground.

One step, two steps.

The closer he got, the more the yellow hair backed away, sitting on the ground, backing up on hands and feet.But soon the yellow-haired head hit the wall, and there was no way behind.

When Ji Xun was about to cross the last distance, there was a series of stabbing sounds, and the knife he kicked into the darkness before slipped back again, and the silver light shone into his eyes.

He immediately closed his eyes.

Knives don't glide on their own.

someone is coming.

right behind him!

Ji Xun elbowed back and was caught. He turned around and kicked, and his arm also collided with his leg. The two exchanged several attacks in a very short time, and the dull impact of the flesh sounded one after another in the darkness. .

The yellow hair looked silly.

The faint light from the moon in the sky draws a blurred outline of the two people fighting at the scene. The yellow hair can no longer tell who is who. Only the two people in front of them fought for a while, and one of them was thrown violently. On the wall, the yellow hair heard his dull cough, the voice was familiar, it was the person who chased him just now!

The other one was also beaten, his chin was punched, his whole head was thrown back, and a necklace hidden in his clothes flew out, with a strange long pendant attached to it.

That is……

The yellow-haired man took a long time to identify, before he recognized that it was a metal boy's head, with an old peace knot strung underneath it.

This is not so much a pendant as a pendant, right?

The yellow-haired gaze is truncated.The man raised his hand to hold the pendant that was still flying in mid-air, stuffed it back into his clothes, turned his neck half a circle, and looked at the yellow hair: "Stay still, wait until I invite you?"

The yellow hair woke up like a dream, hurriedly got up from the ground, and ran towards the outside of the alley.

Ji Xun held his chest and stood up straight. He just took a step in the direction where the yellow hair was running away. There was a noise in front of him. The man took out a Swiss Army Knife out of nowhere, pulled out the big knife, and turned on the light of the mobile phone. The quasi-blade is illuminated.

"……Hold."

Ji Xun squeezed out a little sound from his teeth.The knife light that dazzled his eyes was harvesting his strength, and his sweat poured out from his body, layer upon layer, mixed with cold and hot.

Stiffness started to set in, and he couldn't feel the presence of his fingers.

At this time the man laughed.

He turned off the light and dropped his hands.

"Long time no see, Ji Xun."

"...Go away, Meng Lingshan."

They had known each other, not only known each other, but had known each other for a long time—and had been separated for a long time.

Meng Lingshan stood still. He was wearing a dark gray long thin trench coat with a hood. His name was just like his appearance. He had handsome features, sharp edges and corners, a tall stature, and a prickly hedgehog head.But this Yinglang is different from Yuan Yue. Yuan Yue's resolute silence is as stable as a rock, so that everyone can rely on it with confidence.

Meng negative mountain is not.He stepped into the darkness with one foot, and no eyes could see through the darkness, so no one knew whether what was hidden in the darkness was flesh and blood or a steel blade.

There was the sound of matches being struck in the darkness.

The flames flickered out, and then the smell of tobacco diffused in the alleyway with the faint white mist.

This cigarette was bitten between Meng Lingshan's teeth, and the red light on the cigarette butt was on and off. Meng Lingshan was smoking the cigarette, but his words were straight, unaffected by the cigarette in his mouth: "A drug addict, you can't even be a policeman." Why are you chasing him?"

"A drug addict, why are you stopping me from chasing him?" Ji Xun asked coldly.

"He still has some effect on me." Meng Lingshan said.

"It's amazing, amazing. I haven't seen you for three years, and you've jumped into the sky, and you've started to make friends with addicts." Ji Xun impatiently asked, "Will you let me go?"

Meng Lingshan refused.

The Swiss Army Knife that he put away just now appeared again. In the darkness, he was playing with the knife again and again. The silver light was like a cold star, flickering.

"Ji Xun, there are tens of millions of drug addicts in the world. If you can't manage it, there is no need to control it. Just pretend you didn't see it. It's not too difficult. You did the more difficult thing three years ago." Meng Lingshan explain.

The last breath of living people in the alley was disturbed by this sentence.

"What do you mean?" Ji Xun heard his own voice, very indifferent.

The scene was quiet, and Meng Lingshan was observing his expression in the darkness.After a while, the other party said: "I didn't mean to accuse you. But it is a fact that Xiaoyu died, and it is also a fact that you have been drunk and dreamed of death in the past three years. There is nothing wrong with it. It's just that since you chose this path, why are you working so hard now? Woolen cloth?"

Ji Xun's breathing began to stop and go, and the light of the knife in front of him oppressed his heart.

Meng Lingshan's voice didn't stop, white soot mixed with sparks fell, and the lingering smoke covered Meng Lingshan, his voice was deep and calm.

"This makes me feel that Xiaoyu is not as good as an ordinary drug addict you didn't know you met on the road... Ji Yu, your own sister, died on February 2013, 2, which is New Year's Eve. It's still 9 God, it's only her 11th birthday."

The sword glowed like an arrow, piercing Ji Xun's heart.

But there was no pain, just a numbness exploding from the wound.

Darkness surged up.

His mind tried his best to stand in the present, stand here, and forget the scene he saw three years ago.

But the more you want to forget, the more you will never forget, and the more you want to ignore, the more you will be reminded.

Without closing your eyes, everything familiar has appeared in the dark:

He saw the door of his house, and the warm yellow light illuminated the red spring couplets that had just been put on beside the anti-theft door. Safety". (*1)

Since he became a policeman, his family has pasted safety couplets every Spring Festival. I am afraid that his parents will have to wait until his younger sister also comes out to work before his parents will show new wishes on the couplets.

He stepped on the mat in front of the door. The mat came from his younger sister, with cute fishes printed on it, which did not match the aesthetics of the older generation. When she bought it, she argued with her mother twice.My mother dislikes my younger sister, who is almost twenty, and her aesthetics is still the same as that of a primary school student; the younger sister is unhappy, her round deer eyes are widened, her mouth is so pouty that she can hang oil bottles, and anyone who says she is a fish is a fish lover.

This is another disagreement between my mother and my sister. The fish my sister said is Pisces. My mother doesn't understand this, and only recognizes the twelve signs of the zodiac.

The father who reads the newspaper is a peacemaker as usual, and without any accidents, he first stood by his mother, scolded his sister, asked her why she was arguing with her mother, and then stood by her sister to appease his wife:

It's no big deal, just buy a pad, buy everything, don't waste it.

Mom was so angry that she nodded her sister's head: "Yuyuyu, I know fish all day long. I think you gave the wrong name. You should replace the "yu" in your name with "fish". Life.

Afterwards, Yu'er stepped on the door, how could a mother beat her daughter.

Ji Xun stopped here for a long time.All warm memories so far.

The door in front of you is the lid of Pandora's box, whether you open it or not, the evil is already here.

The door opens.

After three years, the memory has not faded.

He actively recalled it over and over again, and he also passively recalled it over and over again.

He knew a crack on the wooden floor of the entrance, and saw a bottle of traumatic medicine scattered in the entrance.He knew that the crack was made when his father moved his sister's new wardrobe, and that the box of bruises was also bought because he twisted his waist while carrying it.He was the one who applied the medicine for his father.

When he was painting, he asked his father why he didn't call him for physical work. He was so old and he had to do it by himself.

Dad lay on the bed, beating the bed angrily: Isn't it just a wardrobe?Your father and I are not old yet!

He also saw his sister.

The younger sister turned her back to him, her waist-length hair almost covered her entire upper body, she was as thin as a thin sail hung on a bamboo pole, and she stayed in place.

The surprise when I caught a glimpse of it that day has disappeared today, it was scorched clean by the fire, leaving thin ashes, accumulated in the bottom of my heart.

But the smell of blood penetrated time and space, making Ji Xun still choke three years later.

He heard the conversation between himself and his sister three years ago.

"Ji Yu, why have you become so thin recently? Do you not eat well and rely on hunger to lose weight? I told you that it is okay to lose weight, so don't lose weight indiscriminately. If you are hungry, let's see if mom doesn't miss you to death. By the way, the family is killing you." Chicken? Why is the smell of blood so strong?"

"……elder brother."

Ji Yu called him.

The younger sister, whose back was turned to him, finally turned around, turning her face lightly like a piece of cloth.

He saw his sister's face, the round face lost its luster, the pointed chin protruded, and the lively deer eyes no longer had any expression, only a blank stare remained.

Along with the luster, the color of blood was also lost.

Her face was as pale as a cold mask, and there were two clear tear stains remaining on her cheeks, washing away the blood spots on her cheeks.

The coldness like falling into an ice cave, like the smell of blood, penetrated time and space and reappeared on Ji Xun.

He followed her face down and saw more blood, splatters of blood.

The front of the younger sister's white dress was almost stained red, and her hands had the most blood, and a knife, a kitchen knife, the knife used for cooking in her mother's hand every day.

"elder brother……"

Ji Yu walked towards him step by step.

Ji Xun finally saw the scene behind his sister clearly. Blood was smeared on the floor of the dining room. Two elderly corpses were lying on it, one lying on his back and the other bent to the ground.

Their bodies are broken, and there are still fear and confusion on their faces.Those were his elderly parents.

The memory was replaced with one click, and all the happy pictures were torn apart, leaving only the bloody and fragmented everything in front of me.

Ji Xun's heart was trembling, dizziness hit his mind, Ji Yu walked in front of him, opened his blood-stained arms to hug him, he hurriedly backed away.

Ji Yu stopped, staring at him with dark eyes, his dry and parched eye sockets trembled, and tears flowed down again.

"Brother, I'm in so much pain..." she cried.

She raised her hand.

The light of the knife flashed into Ji Xun's eyes.

"It hurts so much..."

Blood spattered out.

……

Memories stop here.

The phantom three years ago disappeared, and the dark alleyway reappeared. Meng Lingshan was still standing in front of him, with his back against the wall, which supported his body.

"Yes." Ji Xun said, "My own sister killed my parents."

"...Don't say that." Meng Lingshan said coldly, "Otherwise, I don't guarantee that the knife in my hand will fly out by mistake."

The two were talking, and a figure lying on the ground in the corner moved quietly, and his body touched the ground with a dagger.

Ji Xun twitched the corners of his mouth in disinterest.

They are so familiar, they were friends as early as when Ji Yu was still there, and they knew too much about each other.

But knowing too much is not a good thing. While hurting people at will, you will also be hurt at will.

"It's been 5 minutes." Ji Xun said, "Haven't you dragged on enough time?"

Meng Lingshan has dragged enough. In 5 minutes, it was long enough for the yellow hair to run to the street outside and escape to heaven by car.

He said another thing: "This meeting is purely accidental, but there is indeed one thing, I need you to help me find out. Don't rush to refuse, this matter is already in your plan - Tang Jinglong."

Meng Lingshan spat out the name.

"You might as well look into his work direction. Note that he is not as simple as you think now...Okay, get up."

The last sentence was not addressed to Ji Xun.

At some point, Meng Lingshan came to the person lying on the ground and kicked the person on the ground.

"Don't pretend to be dead, give me the dagger."

The dagger that was pressed under the body of the middle-aged man with Scar was in the hands of Meng Lingshan, and the Swiss Army knife that Meng Lingshan had repeatedly tossed and played with was in the hands of the middle-aged man with Scar.Meng Lingshan patted Scar's middle-aged shoulder:

"I helped you save the person you want to save, now it's your turn to block it for me. Equivalent exchange, don't you think so?"

After all, he pushed the middle-aged man towards Ji Xun with all his strength, and threw himself into the darkness in the opposite direction.

"...Don't come here." The middle-aged man with the scar that was lifted up forcibly staggered two steps and managed to stand still. He was holding a saber with the tip pointed at Ji Xun, but the Swiss Army knife was only a little bigger than a utility knife, so it really wasn't Stabbing with a sharp weapon, his threatening voice was full of sternness, "Be careful, you boy, I have eyes, but knives don't have eyes!"

Ji Xun put his hands in his pockets.

The wall behind him was still his most solid backing, and he was still a little reluctant to leave such a place, after all, the forces floating in the air were probably having fun and forgot to return home one by one.

Ji Xun moved his hands and feet. The good news is that he is more or less used to it, and the stiffness that can’t be felt in his limbs has faded a lot. The bad news is that now his state is like blowing a bottle of white wine and then having a high fever of 40 ℃. Every step is like stepping on the cotton.

He walked towards the middle-aged man with the scar.

He took a step forward, and the scarred middle-aged man took a step back. When they saw each other, what the scarred middle-aged man said, Ji Xun impatiently discerned them one by one, only watching the increasingly ferocious expression of the scarred middle-aged man.

When the malice accumulated to the critical point, the hideousness turned into distortion, and the saber held in the hands of the middle-aged man with the scar was raised high, and the tip of the knife was like a flowing arrow, galloping towards Ji Xun!

The light of the knife made Ji Xun feel nauseous. He squinted his eyes, tilted his gaze, and raised his hand completely instinctively to grab the person in front of him. This grab caught the right owner, and Ji Xun heavily pushed the person against the wall, but Stacked under the wall, unnoticed debris caught their legs, and the two lost their balance and fell to the ground one after another.

The Swiss Army Knife in Scar's middle-aged hand fell to the ground during the impact, but when he raised his palm again, he firmly grasped the Army Knife.

Ji Xun held down the opponent's hand tightly, but it was useless, that hand was still getting closer and closer, and the tip of the saber was also adjusting its position as it continued to advance, and finally aimed at Ji Xun's eyes.

He slammed down——!

In the nick of time, an arm came across from behind, blocking the gap between Ji Xun's eyes and the knife.

The saber scratched the woolen coat that wrapped his arms. This was the last resistance of Scar's middle-aged man. The next moment, his wrist holding the saber was grabbed by the person behind him, and the saber fell to the ground; then, there was a dull impact , the middle-aged man with the scar fell down limply.

Ji Xun lightened his body, looked over again, and saw Huo Ranyin.

Huo Ranyin took the saber on the ground.

For the first time, the other party's eyes, which were always hidden behind the fog and night, put away those deep and shallow suspicions and vigilance, leaving only complete concern: "Are you okay?"

At critical moments, the people's police are reassuring.

Ji Xun let out a sigh of relief in his chest, every part of his body hurt, especially his head, the pain was so painful that a hundred awls were hammering into it at the same time.He was weak, and stretched out his hand softly: "Brother policeman, do me a favor, give me a hand."

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