What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

A man in a suit and a blue tie stepped out of the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.

It is rare for a man to be able to leave work early today, so he decided to pick up his daughter who was in class at the club.

He passed by a newly opened cake shop, which was opening for a treat. The soft aroma of honey and butter attracted countless passers-by, including this man.

He remembered how his daughter had recently been ordered by the teacher to ban sweets in order to keep in shape, and was unhappy all day long. He couldn't help laughing, and walked into this sweet shop with a smile.

My daughter may not dare to eat the cake decorated with cream and chocolate, but a box of light-looking frosting biscuits is very good.

A light layer of snow-white icing was spread, and the biscuits made into the shape of a villain were crispy, yellow and fragrant, just right for satisfying cravings.

He paid for a box, and the clerk tied up a bow with a pink ribbon, and the man in a suit and leather shoes just held the frosted biscuit in his palm, as if he was holding his little princess.

"father!"

When get out of class was over, the children flew towards their parents like birds leaving their nests, and he watched his daughter bouncing over and carrying the frosting cookies behind her back.

"Guess what I brought you?—dessert."

The daughter has reached the height of his chest and has her own little temper, but she is still very close to this usually incompetent father.

On the way, she carefully tasted the hard-won sweets, while reporting to him the new things she learned recently.

"I won again, although the opponent is so much taller than me!"

"My daughter is the best!"

"Then, of course!...I will work harder."

It was almost dusk, with dark clouds rolling in, and when the wind blew from the front, as a policeman, the man keenly sensed something was wrong.

The smell of blood, and the lingering smell of gunpowder/smoke.

And it's getting closer and closer to them.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the man immediately covered his daughter's ears, carried her and rolled to the back of the nearest bunker.

The sound of continuous shooting sounded, and he realized that there was a high probability that this was a fight between Yakuza!Recently, there were indeed rumors that the two Yakuzas in this area were not dealing with each other. I didn't expect it to erupt so early... The man calmly observed the situation. Both sides held guns. This alley is not remote, but Fortunately, the sound of gunshots reminded passers-by that ordinary citizens were already far away, but for some reason, the scene of the exchange of fire approached him as if they had grown legs.

The nearest police station is two kilometers away, and it is the rush hour for get off work, and it will take at least ten minutes to wait for the support of the police car.

Because he was officially off work, he didn't have any weapons on him... His brain was working quickly, but his eyes suddenly froze.

——At the scene of the Rush, a little boy unexpectedly appeared.

"...Yes, like this, cover your ears tightly," the man slowly let go of his hand, "no matter what happens later, don't come out, understand?"

The daughter seemed to realize something, and tears immediately filled her eyes.

"dad……"

"Hey, Dad will be back soon." He took a deep breath, the air was very humid, and the sky was abnormally dark, as if it was about to rain heavily.

I didn't expect such lines to appear on him.

Maybe it was a premonition in the dark, before leaving, he gave his daughter a firm hug, regardless of whether she could hear her if she covered her ears tightly.

"Feng Jiang, Dad will always love you, and Mom."

The rain fell, not the torrential rain as expected, but a thin and dense rain curtain, like a beaded curtain, blocking people's sight.

The man is cautious and experienced, but when he quietly walked to the side of the frightened boy, he was spotted by Yakuza who looked like he had eyes behind him!

"Hahaha, I'm waiting for you!"

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the boy's head, and the strange man who came out held the remaining half of the cigarette in his mouth. With a shake, the dark snow-colored ash fell on the top of the boy's head, but the boy didn't dare to move.

"Help me..." A voice as thin as a mosquito came out of his throat. He didn't know how he got here, and he didn't know what the situation is now. help.

"An innocent child, or a former undercover agent, whose life is more important, is it self-evident?"

The strange man exerted force on his hand, and the boy staggered forward.

He was younger than Feng, and maybe he had just learned to read and read. His black hair was wet by the rain, and the strands were stuck to his face.

Rumbling--

"The man chose to save the little boy as a price..." Feng was speaking when a pale tree-like thunder flashed outside, making her face turn pale. Under the thunder, her voice also became weak, but still It was clearly heard by Jing Guang, "He was stabbed eighteen times in total, and the bullets pierced through the wounds in six places. His life was hanging by a thread, but Yakuza refused to let him die immediately."

When talking about this passage, Feng almost gritted his teeth and squeezed it out.

"The girl and her mother waited eighteen hours in the emergency room, but in the end...the green light never came."

She turned around and looked at the rain falling outside, the raindrops were blowing in along with the wind, and the face was extremely cold, but this temperature made her feel a little more relaxed.

It was the same with her that day, her body was already soaked, but she could still feel the water dripping down her cheeks bit by bit... But she couldn't make a sound, and even wanted to take the rescued little boy to hide in the cramped place. in the corner.

The bunker was an abandoned sofa, and the springs and sponges inside had been hollowed out. She dragged the little boy who was in a panic after being let go and hid in. She let go of her hands covering her ears, and turned to block the little boy firmly. in front of the ear.

She wants to protect the boy instead of her father.

At that time, Feng had only this idea in his mind.

The window was closed suddenly, and the drizzle of rain was blocked. Jing Guang firmly pressed his hand on the window sill: "Feng..."

He looked at the dazed girl worriedly, and frowned slightly.

"Ah, sorry, where did I say...?"

"Don't say any more—"

"No," Feng raised his head and smiled, "I said, you will like this story, this is not the end."

"A few years later, the girl once became a bad girl—cough," Feng took Jing Guang's handkerchief, smeared it on his face, and wiped off the moisture, "But it's also TOEFL. On a certain day, she got a tip. .”

"The Yakuza back then—her father was undercover before she was born, and the one who planned to kill the man later, had an important ledger stored in a certain office building. Yakuza has turned into a legal company on the surface a year ago , but the ledger displayed in front of the public is actually another set.”

"That's right, it's the yin and yang ledger. The ledger in the dark contains records of illegal political donations, tax evasion/tax evasion, and so on. As long as you get the ledger—the laundered Yakuza can completely fall. "

Jing Guang remembered that a few days ago, Feng touched his nose and told them that part of the rumors about single-handed Yakuza was true, and it seemed to be this part.

Feng paused for a while, looking at the continuous rain and fog outside, "With the help of some... friends, she got the ledger and paid a small price, of course."

"But she finally got what she wanted, didn't she? She will let go of that bloody dusk and run forward with her own will, towards the future she wants."

Feng returned the handkerchief to Jing Guang, smiling with crooked brows, crescent-like eyes seemed to be filled with tiny stars.

"Is this a good ending?"

"...Well," Jing Guang couldn't shake his head, he could only put on the slender hands holding the handkerchief, "It's not bad."

Feng's hands are like hers, always carrying the warmth of a bonfire, even in this cold rainy night.

"The girl and the man in this story..." He stared straight at Feng with a twinkle in his slightly raised phoenix eyes.

But his words were cut off by the girl's raised index finger.

"Shh," she said, "we all have things we can't tell, don't we?"

Feng smiled with a small canine tooth, and raised his eyebrows: "Unless you have already made up your mind to tell me... us?"

Jing Guang shrugged discouragedly: "Well, I really lost to you."

"Speaking of which, the rain is getting heavier——" Feng puffed up his cheeks and looked out the window, "Jing Guang, did you bring an umbrella?"

"Huh? No," Jing Guang was also a little surprised, and he remembered that Feng had just slept outside without a cover for a while, and obviously couldn't get caught in the rain, "Why don't you put on mine..."

He was about to take off his coat, but when he turned his head, he was frightened by Feng——

"Uh, wouldn't you be?"

Feng carried the wooden table piled up in the corner: "That's right, Jing Guang, come in too! Just help me share it!"

This was originally a table for two, and it was just right for two people to hide from the rain inside.

Unexpectedly, Jing Guang actually felt that this proposal was quite feasible, especially when Feng Buling blinked and asked him to help with a righteous face.

When he came back to his senses, he was already at the table for two with Feng.

"Yosie, let's go—"

After both of them ran into the rain, the "calling" on the phone gradually dimmed.

Back in the dormitory, Feng sneezed first, then fell down on the somewhat hard bed board with his head sullen.

My head is so swollen... I just slept outside after taking a shower, and it was raining again. No matter how good my physique is, I can't stand it like this.

Fumbling to cover himself with a quilt, Feng fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

It was also raining in the dream.

She found that she seemed to have returned to that day——

The day the ledger was retrieved.