bunny in another soap bubble

Before he could figure out why, Lang Ya led him to dodge to the side with his feet, and continued to pay attention to the situation of the middle-aged car owner and the two policemen under the cover of the concrete pillar, ready to rescue people at any time.

As soon as the owner of the car heard that the two policemen suspected that he was an infected person, he immediately panicked, his face turned pale, and his hands shaking while holding the wallet.

"Bosses, this...I'm not hissing..." The man bit his tongue when he opened his mouth, "Look at my age, how can there be any infected people..."

"It has nothing to do with age," the two policemen were unmoved, they just squinted at the owner of the car sullenly, their hands kept pressing on the holster but they didn't intend to pull it out.

"It's about it," the old policeman looked down at his nails casually, rubbing his yellowed fingers, "you have to check carefully."

The middle-aged man was shocked and realized.

"Check it out!" The man gritted his teeth and apologized for a smile, "Of course we cooperate with the investigation." As he spoke, he handed the briefcase he put on the co-pilot and the wallet he was holding to the young policeman with both hands.The policeman was not interested in his bag either, so he casually flipped through the inner cage and threw it on the ground.

"And the phone?"

The old policeman's reminder made the man stiff, and the reluctance on his face showed a bit more, but he still bent down, took out the mobile phone that was originally placed in the front drawer, and handed it to the young policeman.

The young policeman was very skilled. He pulled out the SIM card from the mobile phone in twos and twos, took out the ID card from the wallet and threw it back to the man. "Don't go abroad for a few days. If I find out, I will contact you again." , The two walked away dangling their four legs.

At this point, what else can Lang Ya not figure out, when will the search and arrest team catch the infected in this way, this is obviously a threat of blackmail!

The thing that so many people fought desperately was used by these two unemployed policemen as an excuse to extract bribes and enrich their own pockets, Lang Ya suppressed his anger in his heart, and walked towards the middle-aged man who still dared not say a word and swears with his mouth owner.

"you……"

"What are you looking at!" The middle-aged man blocked Lang Ya's words for help before he could say the second word, so he had to silently hand the man a pack of tissues.

The man is not very polite, but it is not polite to take a tissue.

Watching the man wipe a few paper towels to wipe the dirt on his briefcase, Lang Ya suddenly blurted out, "They are blackmailing you, why don't you file a... sue..." Before he could finish speaking, he closed his mouth in embarrassment. Talking about it-it's probably useless to complain.It's just that if Tu Zi was by his side, this seemed like something he would say.

"Still complaining?" The man threw the bag back to the co-pilot, "If those policemen come to the door, more than just a mobile phone, wouldn't I even have my TV and computer at home removed? A colleague from our company received a long-term service award. That’s why the golden rice bowl is gone!”

Lang Ya was a little surprised. Did the house search in the past few days turn out to be like this?

"If it wasn't for those little bastards making some kind of protest, I would have suffered like this? Now the police are using excuses to go crazy everywhere, and it's all because of those hooligans! I don't want to study, so I come out to make trouble, harming my parents and tiring the neighbors..." The man was cursing, without looking at Lang Ya's darkened face, he stuffed the tissue into his pocket, opened the car door and got in, "The guy is going to be shot in two days, see if he's still calm... Damn it! Started again No! Hey you..." The car that died just now still couldn't start, and then he remembered that there was someone beside him who could help him, and when he looked up, he found that the person had disappeared.

"...Just leave like this?" He scolded again, "Young people nowadays are just irresponsible..."

If the middle-aged man hadn't mentioned it, Lang Ya would hardly have remembered that the day Shangguan Wan was executed was this day.

Although he felt that the reason for Tu Zi's disappearance was not to rob the execution ground, Lang Ya still came here in disguise with the last possibility.

There were a lot of people at the scene, and the front row was full of reporters who had come to occupy their seats a day in advance. Others started a few hours before the execution, and filled up the open space around the temporary execution ground. .

There was a lot of commotion among the visitors, there were those who were holding cell phone cameras and preparing to take pictures, and there were small groups who had been discussing in low voices, but most of them were people with their heads bowed, wearing hats, sunglasses or masks, and they couldn't see their expressions. Ya happened to be in the middle of it, so he didn't feel conspicuous at all.

Lang Ya stood in the middle of the crowd, sending out his senses one after another, cautiously, afraid that the rehabilitated party would be holding some testing equipment here and waiting.He was not disappointed, this time he could feel that Tu Zi was indeed in this city, but at the moment there were many sentinel guides on the scene, but Tu Zi didn't seem to be there.

The crowd slowly crowded, and even knowing that Tu Zi was not there, Lang Ya couldn't push him out any longer. He pursed his lips, enduring complicated emotions and waiting for the execution to end.

The character of the Newborn Party officials is outrageous, and they are never late when facing the public.Before the scheduled execution time, Shangguan Wan was escorted out in advance and brought to the execution place to stand up.

Facing death, Shangguan Wan looked calm.After the executioner tied her tightly to the post from behind, he gently removed her shackles.

The prison officer at the back frowned, and asked the secretary beside him to call the executioner back.

"What are you doing?" The prison officer lowered his voice, "Quickly gag her mouth!"

"Sir." The executioner lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye, but he had no intention of obeying. "Before the execution, the condemned prisoner must be asked to say his last words, otherwise the executioner and prisoner will be filled with resentment. This has been a rule in our country for thousands of years."

How can there be so many rules for killing just one person?How many people were killed that night when the field was cleared? I don’t see any of us soldiers who want to chant sutras and trumpets so much?

The prison officer was very dissatisfied, but he glanced at Shangguan Wan's calm and unwavering face, and felt a little chill in his heart, and he was afraid that something would happen.

He waved his hand to let the executioner go, turned around and called the special police who escorted Shangguan Wan, and ordered, "If she yells something indiscriminately later, you will kill her immediately."

The special police on this side nodded at the command, and the executioner on the other side reported the time and asked the question:

"Do you have any last words?"

At this moment, the audience stared silently, waiting for Shangguan Wan to speak alone.

But she didn't speak.

Just when everyone thought she was going to protest with silence, a faint melody came to everyone's ears.

At first, everyone thought it was because it was too quiet here, and some music played from the next block was transmitted here, but soon, the crowd in the audience realized that it was not.

Looking at the expressions of the people on the left, right, and even in the distance, it was obvious that everyone had faintly heard such a melody at the same time. It seemed that someone was humming a song, and it reached the ears of everyone present in such a large venue.

The prison officer didn't take it seriously at first, he just found it annoying.This Shangguan Wan has not opened his mouth, so he has not been punished.He didn't realize something was wrong until he hummed half the song.

—It was "heard," the tone of that rebellion song!

"—Execution!" He was so flustered that he even stood up, "Since the prisoner has no last words, the executioner should not delay any longer. Execute immediately! Immediately!"

The executioner was yelled at by him, and looked back at him with a wooden face, just in line with Shangguan Wan Muran's line of sight, from the prison officer's point of view, it seemed to be looking at him side by side.

"Execution!" The prison officer clenched his fist with one hand, lifted and released, released and lifted, and was about to call the special police.

The executioner just turned around to confirm the order, and after turning around for only a few seconds, he closed his eyes and raised his gun——

With a gunshot, the prison officer's eyes were finally able to relax, but...

The faintly sounding melody didn't stop.

The prison officer looked at Shangguan Wan with his eyes wide open, but his face was lowered, and he was already out of breath. Where did the singing come from?

He asked the on-site doctor to confirm the death, and asked the surveillance police to inspect the scene, but they still couldn't find it.

...where can I find it?

No one spoke.

But the singing is persistent.