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Chapter 153 Different Species and Different Occupations(1/2)

Chapter 153 Different species and different professions

Author: Miss Apple

In a position where the brothers could not see, the old policeman stood there without moving.

Looking at those three young souls, I couldn't bear to leave or move. I wanted to take one more look, and one more look.

But again, I have to leave.

He couldn't control it. If they knew he could see it, would they still come?

He was afraid they wouldn't come.

The person who has been talking about it for half his life...

"This thing still works well!"

"The quality of these handcuffs is good, but did he do it on purpose? Why did the three of us burn one of them?"

"Hey, there were four of us in the past, and you were the only one holding the handcuffs. The three of us were responsible for charging, and you were responsible for going over and detaining the people. There's nothing wrong with that."

Every word and every sentence is the past.

My head was wet with the pillow, and I was lying on my side, with tears all over the pillow.

The rustling voices in the living room continued until late into the night. As the empty can on the gauze curtain on the balcony of the living room made a clicking sound, the whole room became completely quiet.

The only sound of silence was his own breathing.

gone.

gone.

The old policeman sat up slowly, wiped his blurry eyes, wiped the water from the back of his hand on his short sleeves, and walked out of the bedroom.

The barbecue on the coffee table was already cold as it was still there.

He sat down where they had just been sitting, holding back tears, biting his lip, bent down, stretched out his hand, and picked up a bunch at random.

He rested his elbows on his knees and put his four fingers together to wipe away the tears in his eyes, but after rubbing them back and forth twice, the mood that had been stretched all night completely collapsed.

"ah!!!"

A howl broke out.

I put my head on the back of the sofa, looked at the roof in vain, cried, burst into tears, sobbed and cried, all of which were the past accumulated over the years.



"Fuck, they found out."

"I'm going to delay for a while, you guys leave quickly."

"You're procrastinating, let's go together, don't you know how ruthless these people are?"

"No one can leave without delay. Leave, this is an order, you fucking leave!"



"Xiao Wu, run quickly!"

"Run! Don't look back!"



"Don't be afraid. Get out alive. You can do it. Just be obedient."



boom!

That year, he, the youngest of the four, was the only one to survive.

Obviously when he sat down, he was crying against the back of the sofa, but when his consciousness regained consciousness and returned to reality, the reality after twenty-three years was already dawning.

The years here are quiet and quiet, and even a ray of sunshine passes through the gauze curtain and shines thinly on the ground.

He curled up into a ball, hugged himself tightly, and huddled in the corner of the sofa.

I cried all night, and my eyes were red and swollen. I looked like an idiot!

There was still a case to be handled today, so he separated himself from his emotions and kept himself calm. He stood up slowly and wanted to wash his face. When he was about to sit up, he saw the stainless steel basin next to him.

He remembered it clearly.

Last night, he burned a red rope.

The red rope became handcuffs.

He remembered clearly that last night, his brothers were sitting here talking and laughing.

But now——

In the stainless steel basin is a complete red rope.

Not even the slightest trace of being burned.

The old policeman's calm face suddenly became panicked.

He bent down, took out the red rope from the stainless steel basin, and held it in his hand.

A pair of hands that had grown thick calluses from handling guns all year round were shaking uncontrollably while holding the red rope.

He yesterday——

Is it a dream or real?

His rapid breathing suddenly started, and the thoughts lingered in his mind for less than a second.

He is not an indecisive person.

He simply stood up, put the red string in his pocket, and went out without washing his face.

Funeral shop.

Jiang Ningning yawned and opened the door.

When he saw the old policeman with red, swollen, tear-stained eyes outside, he was startled and quickly opened the door, "Oh my god, why are you here so early?"

The old policeman came in.

After wandering around the store, I finally sat down on the willow bar stool opposite the counter.

When Jiang Ningning followed, he took out the red rope from his pocket.

Jiang Ningning glanced at the red rope and smiled, "Did it burn yesterday?"

The old policeman was about to ask, but he didn't say anything. Hearing Jiang Ningning's words, he frowned and said, "It's burned, but after I burned it yesterday, it turned into a pair of handcuffs, but how come it's still intact this morning?"

It looks lossless? I..."

He wanted to ask if I had a fever or not.

But this is obviously redundant.

Jiang Ningning picked up the red string and put it on her wrist.

"This is what I usually use myself. I don't usually give it to others. You..."

After a pause, Jiang Ningning tied the red rope and looked up at the old policeman.

"Because you burned them, they are handcuffs. If someone else burns them, it may not be anything else."

This is very mysterious.

But this matter is inherently mysterious.

Knowing that he had indeed been burned, and that yesterday was not a dream, the thing that the old policeman cared about the most was put to rest.

He was silent for a moment and asked: "Can I see them again in the future? If I see them, can I talk?"

Jiang Ningning raised her eyebrows, "I saw you yesterday and you didn't say anything?"

Old policeman:......

"I didn't dare to say."

Jiang Ningning was stunned, "The police are still afraid of ghosts?"

Old policeman:......

I'm so afraid of ghosts!

"I'm afraid of scaring them."

As soon as these words came out.

Jiang Ningning:......

Old policeman:......

There seems to be something weird somewhere.

After clearing his throat, the old policeman couldn't hold back a smile on his stern face, "So, we can chat, right?"
To be continued...
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