Cut off

half an hour ago.

Bai Hemian bit the bullet and followed Feng Qisong into the gate of the police station.

Although he lived ups and downs in the first 19 years, he was always law-abiding. Now, when he saw prisoners looking out behind the dark iron fence, he was in a cold sweat. It popped up in his mind, and he almost couldn't even hold Second Brother Feng's hand.

He thought that he would accompany Feng Qisong later to see the soaked corpse together, and when Chen Yueye touched his dirty hand, it was already rotten and smelly, so his stomach churned.

Feng Qisong sensed Bai Hemian's nervousness and didn't explain it. Instead, he took him into his arms and enjoyed the dependence of Young Master Bai. He didn't stop until he reached the file room of the police station: "Wait here I."

"I don't, I want to..."

"He Mian, be obedient." Feng Qisong patiently explained to him, "It's not that I don't want to bring you in with me, but it's the rule."

Second Lord Feng glanced at the silent inspector, and made up nonsense without changing his face: "This case concerns the third child. I am his second brother, so I naturally have the right to participate, but you are married with a foreign surname after all."

"Now that the third child is hospitalized, it's an exception for the inspector to let me in. How can you make things difficult for him and ask him to let you in?"

Bai Hemian thought for a while half understanding, then gave in: "Then don't go in for too long, I will be anxious."

"Okay, I'll let Qian Shan stay with you." Feng Qisong rubbed his ear with his fingertips, turned around and nodded gently to the inspector, "Thank you."

The superintendent understood that Feng Qisong's kindness was for the sake of young master Bai, so he didn't dare to say much, so he quickly opened the door of the file room with the key, invited Bai Hemian to sit in, and took Feng Qisong to see the poor , the Chen Yueye who soaked for countless days.

The archives room is very large, but the area for Bai Hemian's activities is very small, and the room is filled with densely packed bookshelves.

Bai Hemian was not interested in the files of the police station. He sat on the sofa in the file room, resting his chin on his hand, waiting for Second Brother Feng to come back.

"Young Master, I'll get you a cup of tea." Qian Shan looked around and thought that there would be no danger in the police station, so he left, "You just sit here, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

Bai Hemian didn't want to appear too timid, pretending to wave his hand boldly: "Go."

However, as soon as Qian Shan left, he shrank into the sofa.

There were no windows in the archive room, and rows of bookshelves were hidden in the thick night. He regretted listening to Feng Qisong's words, and felt that he should be a stalker, so he wanted to follow with his eyes closed.

But it was useless to regret, Young Master Bai crossed his arms, sometimes felt a dark shadow passing by outside the door, and sometimes felt a pair of eyes secretly sizing him up in the bookshelf.

Really, the more I think about it, the more afraid I become, and I scare myself.

Just be afraid of something.

"Clap!" A book fell to the ground.

Bai Hemian almost jumped up, and then saw the fallen book.

"It's just a book..." Young Master Bai walked over and said to himself, "What's there to be afraid of?"

But then, he widened his eyes.

The original title of the book on the cover was erased by someone with ink, covering it with blurred handwriting, Bai Hemian squinted his eyes, and could vaguely make out two words - hurry up.

The person who wrote it was in a hurry, and the words were written like a bird in flight, flapping its wings and fluttering to the outside of the page in the next second.

Bai Hemian didn't intend to find out who the person who left this reminder was, but a sense of crisis surged in his heart like a stormy sea.

Brother Feng hasn't come back yet.

He stuffed the book into his arms, knocked open the door of the file room, gritted his teeth and ran towards the direction Feng Qisong left.

However, the moment he took a step, the first loud noise came from not far away, and the heat wave rushed towards him surrounded by gunpowder smoke.

Bai Hemian was thrown to the ground, and it took him a long time to get up.

He panicked and shouted dizzily, "Second Brother Feng... Feng Qisong!"

His voice was drowned out by the successive explosions.

The well-behaved police station instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Bai Hemian's mind went blank, he only knew to run forward, calling Feng Qisong's name while running.

He didn't know what happened, and he didn't know if Second Brother Feng was alive or not. With only one breath, he walked abruptly through the ruins for about ten steps, and finally heard a weak response.

Feng Qisong let him go through a broken wall: "What are you doing here?"

Bai Hemian seemed to have been splashed from head to toe by a basin of cold water, and he was so anxious that his words didn't make sense: "Second Brother Feng, something happened...why didn't you come out? Your leg..."

"He Mian," Feng Qisong's voice sounded extraordinarily calm, "I'm fine, you go out first, the explosion here is not over yet."

"I won't go!" Bai Hemian knocked on the wall in vain, "I want to go with you!"

"Be obedient." Feng Qisong slightly raised his voice.

He whimpered: "Second brother Feng, are you unable to get out? What about the inspector, don't be brave at this time, let him help you out if your legs are not good!"

Feng Qisong, who was separated from Bai Hemian by the wall, smiled bitterly silently: "Okay, I'll let him help me out later." Then he turned his eyes to the inspector beside him who was hit by a beam—he had a broken head on the back of his head. The big hole couldn't be more dead.

But Feng Qisong couldn't leave Bai Hemian in the police station.

He closed his eyes and heard his own abnormal heartbeat.

Anyone can die, but Hemian can't, he is only 19 years old, like a child who can't grow up, Feng Qisong doesn't want him to die.

In the past, Second Master Feng still had dark thoughts, no matter life or death, he would tie Bai Hemian to himself.

However, things backfired, no matter how crazy the idea was, when they encountered Bai Hemian, they all fell on "reluctance".

The roar is still ringing, I don't know how many explosives are hidden in the police station.

Fortunately, Feng Qisong was only hit in the leg, and his mind was still clear, so he was able to deceive Bai Hemian: "You go back the same way, go to Qianshan, if you can't find it, go to Huoxiao run in the direction."

"...Don't rush home after running out, go to the hospital first, treat the wound on your body, and then go back and wait for me."

"Maybe... maybe I have to deal with some things." Feng Qisong's voice was a little dry, "Don't worry, if I haven't come back after waiting for a long time, you can go to my room to rest."

"...By the way, there is a letter I wrote to you in the drawer of the desk. You can read it when you have nothing to do."

Bai Hemian lay down on the wall and wrote down every word Feng Qisong said, and his heart sank little by little.

He said, "Okay." But his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he didn't move.

Feng Qi Songben behind the wall was at the end of his strength, and he didn't hear Bai Hemian's leaving footsteps, so he became anxious: "Hemian, be obedient!"

"Okay." Bai Hemian squatted down along the wall, obediently agreed.

"You stay here to cause me trouble, why don't you leave?"

"Okay." He lowered his eyes, and tears fell down the corners of his eyes.

"Bai Hemian, you...you get lost!"

"Okay, Second Brother Feng, whatever you say is fine. I'll get out, I'll get out now." Young Master Bai took a deep breath and asked tremblingly, "But before I get out, I need to know whether you won't be able to get out ?”

The tongue of flame burned the air, making a toothache chewing sound, and there was no sound behind the wall for an instant.

Bai Hemian coughed repeatedly from the smoke, and finally heard Feng Qisong call his name.

Feng Erye had never been so embarrassed, dragging his bloody legs, trying to get closer to Bai Hemian behind the wall.

This time Feng Qisong didn't persuade him to leave, but sighed: "Why bother?"

"...He Mian, you and I are not husband and wife. After I die, you must have a share of the Feng family's property. Even if you don't marry in the future, you can live a good life."

Bai Hemian rubbed his eyes, and timidly stared at the sea of ​​flames not far away, his calves were shaking with fear, but he said, "Second Brother Feng, I don't want to be a widow for you."

He heard Feng Qisong's desperate and hoarse laugh.

"He Mian, let's go." Feng Qisong closed his eyes wearily, "What right do I have to make you a widow?"

He is a gangster who does anything for love, robs his younger brother of marriage, and makes the elder brother restless under the nine springs.

"...I snatched you back, you must hate me." Feng Qisong muttered to himself, "Don't lie to me, I married me willingly, I don't need your pity."

"...you get out of here now!"

"Okay." Bai Hemian repeated the word patiently, as if possessed by a demon.

He is afraid of death, he is afraid of pain, he knows how painful it is to be burned to death and smoked to death, but when death really comes, what he thinks of is Brother Feng on the other side of the wall.

Brother Feng has said all the good and bad things, if he still can't be persuaded to leave, what else will he say?

Bai Hemian unexpectedly had a glimmer of anticipation for no reason.

Probably because of his life, a beam fell not far away, which not only suppressed the fire by three points, but also knocked down most of the wall behind him.

Young Master Bai shuddered, jumped up from the ground, and crawled behind the broken wall in disgrace: "Second Brother Feng...Feng...cough cough!"

He yelled twice, coughed twice, and his eyes were filled with endless dust.

"Feng...ah!" Bai Hemian's wrist was grabbed, "Second Brother Feng?"

"Hmm." Feng Qisong leaned on the wall and stood up with difficulty, the only thought remaining in his mind was that Bai Hemian couldn't die.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Feng Qisong pulled Bai Hemian into his arms, desperately thinking about the way to come - the inspector who died suddenly should have no bad intentions, the way to bring them in is very correct.

Feng Qingzhu was also killed in the bombing in such a muddled way back then.

Feng Qisong's temples ached and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. He bit the tip of his tongue without hesitation, forced himself to calm down, and then dragged Bai Hemian to a place where there was less smoke.

The explosion is far from over, and Feng Qisong doesn't know whether he can send Bai Hemian out of the police station.Several times, he avoided burning logs falling from their heads, but when the smoke cleared and they saw the dawn of victory, a beam fell from the sky.

Feng Qisong only had time to push Bai Hemian away, but he was hit on the shoulder.

- Click.

It was the sound of bones breaking.

He ignored the pain in his heart, and used his other uninjured hand to push Young Master Bai further away again.

It was also due to the smoke dispersing, with such a push, Feng Qisong saw Bai Hemian's smoky face, forgot where he was, and just wanted to laugh.

When had Bai Hemian been in such a mess?

Like a tabby cat, its face is black, and the tears hanging in the corners of its eyes are white.

Feng Qisong smiled and felt distressed again.

Young Master Bai crying was the last thing he liked to see.

Bai Hemian got up from the ground with hands and feet, turned around with red eyes, gritted his teeth and lifted the beam on Qisong's shoulders.

He knew that crying was useless, so he endured it, his face flushed, and finally he couldn't shake the beam.

But Bai Hemian didn't give up, he shouted as he moved, "Qianshan, Qianshan!"

Shouting with a hoarse voice and broken hearts, he finally called Qian Shan over.

Qian Shan was no better than them, holding a half-broken water bottle in his hand, with a color hanging on his waist, he limped over, screamed "Second Master", knelt down on the ground with a plop, and fell in love with Bai HeMian. Together, lift the beam away.

"Don't be mourning." After being rescued, Feng Qisong, who was the most seriously injured, was the one who was the calmest. He put Qian Shan's shoulders on his shoulders, and pulled Bai Hemian. The news of the injury, the bombing of the police station is strange, I thought about the death of my eldest brother... It seems that Chen Beidou has been driven crazy, he didn't want to deal with us at all, he wanted my life."

Feng Qisong kept a clear line of sight, and calmly ordered: "The news of my injury will be suppressed for three days, and after three days, I will announce my death...don't ask why, just do it!"