My Professor Shen

"You'd better think clearly." The aura around Shen Ming's body was fierce, and Ah Wen was so frightened that he fell silent.

An aboveboard threat, the leading law enforcement officer ordered Awen to kick the gun that fell on the ground away, and said sharply: "You are really brave enough to threaten others in front of me."

All the people in the venue retreated outside the cordon to watch the excitement, and the contractor and accompanying brothers were arranged by Shen Qingchuan in the lounge.

Looking past the heavily armed special police, Shen Ming and Shen Qingchuan looked at each other, sparks faintly sparked in the air.

"Why didn't you die?" He gritted his teeth, his eyes slightly red.

A sneering smile floated on the corner of Shen Qingchuan's lips, "Of course I live to see you, a prodigal dog."

Regarding life and death, Mr. Jiang became a feudal superstitious old man, insisting on insisting on the tradition of mortuary for three days.

Recalling what he saw in Jiang's old house, Shen Ming's eyes blurred, and he stretched out his hand to grab some air, "My sister is better when she can't speak."

Shen Qingchuan took a step back, his disgust was beyond words.

Seeing his self-indulgent appearance, Jiang Ling burst into anger, "You are so disgusting."

"Is it disgusting?" Shen Ming murmured.

Shen Qingchuan didn't want to talk to him, so he laughed to himself again, a look of madness burst out in his eyes.

While breathing, I heard Ah Wen exclaim in pain, and the butterfly knife was pressed against his white and fragile neck.

Although Shen Ming has a weird temper, he has never treated Ah Wen badly in terms of basic necessities of life.

He was a disabled person with hemiplegia. The special police did not expect Shen Ming to be so strong and fast. He cursed in a low voice, and a little sweat broke out from the palm of his combat gloves.

"Drop your weapons!" The special police narrowed the encirclement and built a human wall.

Shen Ming turned a deaf ear, patted Ah Wen's delicate face, and said calmly: "Sister is really good at tricks, she can even bribe people around me."

Shen Qingchuan sneered, and stood side by side with Jiang Ling, the two looked cold and right, "People's hearts are the hardest to buy."

"We're not like you, we don't use such dirty tricks." Jiang Ling looked aside, as if looking at him more often would cause a needle's eye.

"Impossible!" Shen Ming's tone suddenly became agitated, he gritted his teeth and said, "If it wasn't for you, how could Ah Wen..."

His fingertips trembled with excitement, the blade cut through his skin, and a stream of scarlet dripped down his neck onto the clean collar, tears quickly welled up in Ah Wen's eyes.

"Don't get excited, let go of the hostages, and speak up if you have something to say." The special policeman moved his knuckles, and touched the trigger with his fingertips.

"Young Master." Ah Wen spoke with tears in his voice, and every time his throat trembled, the knife cut sank deeper, "It's... myself."

Shen Ming was stunned, and blurted out: "Why? Does it mean that even you despise me as a cripple?"

Ah Wen was pulled hard, his hands were held behind his back, and he fell down on his lap.

As close as ever, Ah Wen trembled from the pain, and for the first time mustered up the courage to look directly into Shen Ming's gloomy eyes, "I have never...never...disliked the young master..."

A tear fell straight on the back of Shen Ming's hand, and he unconsciously clenched the handle of the knife tightly.

Ah Wen took a breath, and said intermittently: "It is... because... Ah Wu..."

Although Awen and Awu are twins, they are rare fraternal twins with very different temperaments, appearances and personalities.After the death of their parents, the two brothers depended on each other. As the elder brother, Ah Wen was weak and sick since he was a child. As the younger brother, Ah Wu took care of him wholeheartedly.

The elder brother can't understand the younger brother's bloodthirsty and ruthlessness, and the younger brother can't see the elder brother lying down and being a child, but they have a common wish to escape here together.

Shen Ming moved his lips, but found that his throat was astringent.

"But... Ah Wu is dead." Ah Wen shrugged his thin shoulders, his words choked up, "I don't have a brother anymore."

Lawyer Wu, who was closest, huddled beside the wheelchair, shaking like a sieve. He strangled his throat and tried his best to reduce the sense of existence.

"Damn him!" Shen Ming gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, "This is his punishment for failing the mission."

"You fart! You are the one to die! How can you decide the life and death of others!" Ah Wen, who had never uttered dirty words, cursed loudly, his face was flushed, the more he struggled, the faster the blood flowed.

The cuffs of the thin clothes were soaked red, dripping down the cuffs to the ground, forming a shallow puddle.

"Don't move around! Do you want to die!" Shen Ming kicked him hard, and Ah Wen curled up into a ball showing pain.

"Cough cough cough..." Ah Wen spat out a mouthful of blood, and said leisurely: "In your eyes, is it that important to me?"

Shen Ming pursed his lips, hesitantly said: "I can..."

"No need." Ah Wen gasped heavily, struggling while straightening up and half kneeling, "A hypocritical charity."

His face was calm and his back was straight.

This was the first time that Shen Ming saw him so stubborn, not as low-browed as before, and that always pale face glowed with a strange look.

He was originally a juvenile and handsome boy.

Shen Ming pointed the blade at the main artery, under his fingertips was a young and powerful pulse, he sniffed it almost obsessively, and did not miss the flash of disgust in Awen's eyes.

"You're looking for death!" He spat hard and increased the strength of his men.

Seeing his fierce actions, the special police persuaded him: "Shen Ming, don't be impulsive. Your current charge is only illegal possession of a gun. If you really do it, it will be intentional homicide."

"I don't care." Shen Ming smiled, with a fearless expression on his face, Ah Wen's eyes sparkled suddenly when he was being held hostage.

"Which is more important, you have to think about it, didn't you say that there is a father who is dying at home." The special police tried to impress him with family affection.

Unexpectedly, the opposite happened. When Shen Ming heard the word father, his mood fluctuated particularly strongly.

"He doesn't deserve it! He deserves to die!" Shen Ming said a few words repeatedly, full of hatred.

"Okay, okay, he is not worthy, please calm down first, and you can ask for anything." The special policeman held a gun and rushed at every step.

"I want her to talk to me in person." Shen Ming pointed to Shen Qingchuan.

"Wishful thinking." Jiang Ling blocked his sight with a stride.

Shen Qingchuan hooked the corners of his lips, and said: "You guys put on a show of deep love between master and servant, do you really think I care?"

"Hehehe..." Suddenly, a hearty smile sounded in Shen Ming's ear, and the sound was like a broken gong leaking air, wheezing and wheezing.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Ming clenched Ah Wen's wrist, not understanding how he could still laugh when he was about to die.

"I laugh at you disgustingly, you have been a puppet manipulated by others all your life." Awen mocked.

"Shut up." Shen Ming bit the muscles in his mouth, and a fishy smell rushed to the tip of his nose.

Awen stared at his eyes, his eyelashes flickered, and said in a low voice: "Puppet, useless waste."

"Useless trash."

"Useless trash."

......

The cursing was engraved in Shen Ming's memory like a nightmare, and it was a nightmare he could not get rid of.

He raised his eyes helplessly, and the crowd watching the excitement was noisy, every face began to distort and deform, and voices continued to pervade—"Useless trash"

"Ah!" Shen Ming covered his forehead and yelled in pain, cold light waved in the air, "Shut up, shut up! I'm not me!"

The special policeman wiped the sweat from his forehead, aimed his crosshairs between his brows, and received instructions from the communicator hanging on his ear.

"Keep alive as much as possible. When the lives of the masses are threatened, they can be shot and killed."

"boom!"

A gunshot pierced the sky, and the air fluctuated violently.

There was only a "whoosh", and before he had time to react, the bullet sank into Shen Ming's shoulder. Shen Ming let out a muffled snort, his right hand drooping weakly by his side.

"Hit the target." The special police officer breathed a sigh of relief, gestured forward, and quickly gathered around.

Shen Ming panted heavily, and drew a circular arc in front of his body with a knife in his left hand, "Everyone back up fucking!"

The police didn't expect that he still had the strength to fight, so they stopped quickly.

Lawyer Wu took the opportunity to scramble and run behind the policeman, Shen Ming couldn't protect himself and had no time to take care of him.

"You, come here." The policeman said to Awen, who had already broken free from Shen Ming's shackles at this moment.

Ah Wen turned a deaf ear to it, and instead took a step closer to Shen Ming who was in the wheelchair. Their foreheads touched each other, and their ears rubbed against each other.

He licked his lips condescendingly, breathed on Shen Ming's ear, and said softly, "Trash."

Shen Ming opened his eyes angrily, only to see a flash of cold light, and a stream of blood mist shot out.

At noon, the bell of the funeral parlor rang solemnly and solemnly.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and Shen Qingchuan never thought that the thin and sickly Ah Wen could be so decisive.

The sun shines through the window glass, refracting colorful halos on the ground, the dust and light raised in the air subtly form the Tyndall effect, and a beam of light quietly falls in the hall.

"Tick-tock-tick--" Ah Wen clutched his neck in pain, his face was ferocious, and bright red glaring blood rushed out from between his fingers.

"Finally...finally...finally..." He tried his best to keep calm, the corners of his lips raised slightly in a triumphant arc, "let's do it."

The redness in Shen Ming's eyes faded away, he wiped the warmth from his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Who told you to scold me...you asked for it..."

"Bang!" There was another sound of breaking through the air, the air was filled with the faint smell of fireworks, Shen Ming was shot in the left shoulder, and the butterfly knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Damn it all..." Shen Ming muttered to himself, with his head down, his eyes out of focus.

"Quick, quick! Rescue the hostages!" The police swarmed up and tore Shen Ming from the wheelchair and threw him to the ground. On his slender pale wrists.

The ready-to-go medical staff followed closely behind Awen who fell to the ground.

"Hemostatic gauze!"

"Stretcher stretcher!"

"Plop, plop -" Awen could only hear a faint heartbeat in his ears, he tried his best to hold his tired eyelids, and looked straight at Shen Qingchuan through the gap in the human wall.

Shen Qingchuan looked moved, and nodded to him.

Awen smiled, and stretched out his hand towards the void. He saw it just now, and Awu said to take him home.

It was two o'clock in the morning last night.

"Miss Shen, do you really believe what I say?" Awen hid in the bushes under the moonlight, his thin body covered with unsightly bruises of all sizes.

"En." Shen Qingchuan replied, almost indistinguishable from the evidence she collected, "Do you know who his father is?"

She asked the last doubt in her heart, the other party hid it too well, and couldn't find any clues.

"I'm sorry, I don't know about this either. The young master and him have always met alone." Awen glanced nervously at the empty surroundings.

"What's your condition?" Shen Qingchuan took a sip of tea, turned on the handsfree and put the phone on the table.

"Everything is judged by its own law, and we have no control over it." Jiang Ling reminded.

Signal jammers were installed around the villa, and Ah Wen could only go to the mountain he accidentally found to pass the message while Shen Ming was asleep after going crazy.

The sound of electric current squeaked, and the signal sometimes disappeared. Shen Qingchuan heard the frail young man say: "I only hope that after tomorrow, I can be buried with Ah Wu."