It's a knife.

Ji Xun's nerves became tense at this moment.

The wind blowing in the alley became gentle, and time began to become long and slow. The knife behind his back was pushed forward hard, and the voice of the knife holder became more severe:

"Put down the phone!"

Ji Xun let go of his hand and the phone fell straight to the ground.

The yellow hair broke free from his palm and raised his hand to rub his cheek, but it only made his face more ferocious.

He took a step toward Ji Xun, then suddenly raised his foot and kicked Ji Xun hard: "Chasing, chasing, chasing, are you going to visit your mother's grave? Don't you think I'll teach you a lesson!"

Ji Xun's shoes got on Ji Xun's clothes, and Ji Xun adjusted his body slightly and fell backwards.

The knife did not penetrate.

The person holding the knife even slightly adjusted the downward direction so that the tip of the knife faced the outside.

That's it!

Ji Xun grabbed Huang Hair's leg and pulled hard. Huang Hair immediately lost his center of gravity and was swung by him like a human body swinging like a cone and hit the knife holder. The knife holder was caught off guard in this unexpected situation and was hit by Huang Hair.

Staggering, Ji Xun hit the numb spot on the opponent's arm with his elbow at the same time, deliberately not looking at the dagger. When the dagger landed with a clang, he stepped on it again and kicked the dagger into the darkness!

The alert was lifted, and Ji Xun's tense spirit relaxed. He stepped forward and gave the knife-wielding man a final blow. After knocking the man unconscious, he turned his feet half a circle and turned towards the yellow-haired man who was lying on the ground.

One step, two steps.

The closer he got, the more the yellow-haired man retreated. He sat on the ground and moved back on his hands and feet. But soon, the yellow-haired man's head hit the wall, and there was no way behind him.

When Ji Xun was about to cross the final distance, there was a series of stabbing sounds, and the knife that he had kicked into the darkness slid back again, and a bright silver light shone into his eyes.

He immediately closed his eyes.

The knife won't slide on its own.

Someone is coming.

Right behind him!

Ji Xun elbowed backwards and was caught. He spun around and kicked, and an arm also collided with his legs. The two of them exchanged multiple attacks in a very fast time, and their bodies clashed dullly in the darkness.

Ringed one after another.

The yellow-haired man was dumbfounded.

The meager light from the moon in the sky gave a vague outline to the two people fighting at the scene. The yellow-haired man could no longer tell who was who. He only saw the two people in front of him fighting for a while, and one of them was severely thrown.

Against the wall, Huang Hair heard his dull cough, the voice was familiar, it was the person who was chasing him just now!

The other one was also beaten, his chin was punched, his head was thrown back, and a necklace hidden in his clothes flew out, with a strange long pendant hanging underneath.

That's...

The yellow-haired man identified it for a long time before he recognized that it was a metal boy's head with an old peace knot tied underneath.

This is not so much a pendant as a pendant, right?

The yellow-haired man's gaze was cut off. The man raised his hand to hold the pendant that was still flying in the air and stuffed it back into his clothes. He turned his neck half a circle and looked at the yellow-haired man: "Don't leave yet, wait until I invite you.

?”

The yellow-haired man woke up from a dream, hurriedly got up from the ground, and ran stumbled out of the alley.

Ji Xun held his chest and stood up straight. He had just taken a step in the direction of the yellow hair's escape when there was a sound in front of him. The man took out a Swiss Army Knife from somewhere and pulled out the big knife. He also turned on the light of his mobile phone and pointed the light towards it.

The blade is illuminated.

"……Hold."

Ji Xun squeezed out a little sound through his teeth. The sword light that dazzled him was harvesting his strength, and sweat poured out of his body, layer upon layer, a mix of hot and cold.

Stiffness began to appear, and he began to lose the feeling of his fingers.

At this time the man laughed.

He turned off the light and lowered his hands.

"Long time no see, Ji Xun."

"...Go away, Meng Fushan."

They know each other, not only know each other, but they have known each other for a long time - and they have been separated for a long time.

Meng Fushan stood still. He was wearing a dark gray long thin windbreaker with a hood. His name was just like his appearance. He had handsome features, sharp edges, a tall body, and a prickly hedgehog head. But this handsomeness

Unlike Yuan Yue, Yuan Yue's perseverance and silence are as steady as a rock, allowing anyone to rely on him with confidence.

Not Meng Fushan. He stepped into the darkness with one foot. No eyes could see through the darkness, so no one knew whether what was hidden in the darkness was flesh and blood or a sharp steel blade.

The sound of matches striking could be heard in the darkness.

The flames extinguished in a flash, and then the smell of tobacco spread in the alleyway with a faint white mist.

The cigarette was held between Meng Fushan's teeth, and the red light of the cigarette end was extinguished. Meng Fushan smoked, but his words were eloquent and unaffected by the cigarette in his mouth: "You are a drug-taking waste, you don't want to be a policeman."

Why are you still chasing him?"

"A drug-taking loser, why are you stopping me from chasing him?" Ji Xun asked coldly.

"He still has some effect on me." Meng Fushan said.

"That's awesome. It's amazing. I haven't seen you in three years and you've suddenly risen to the top. You've already started to have relationships with drug addicts." Ji Xun asked impatiently, "Will you let me?"

Meng Fushan refused to give in.

The Swiss Army Knife that he had put away just now appeared again. In the darkness, he played with the knife again and again, and the cold silver light shone like a cold star.

"Ji Xun, there are tens of millions of drug addicts in the world. If you can't control it, there is no need to control it anymore. Just pretend you don't see it. It's not too difficult. You did something even more difficult three years ago." Meng Fushan

explain.

The heat of the last living person in the alleyway was stirred by these words.

"What do you mean?" Ji Xun heard his own voice and was very cold.

The scene was quiet, and Meng Fushan in the darkness was observing his expression. After a moment, the other party said: "I don't mean to accuse you. But it is a fact that Xiaoyu is dead, and it is also a fact that you have been drunk and dreaming for the past three years. There is nothing wrong with that.

Okay. But since you have chosen this path, why are you working so hard now?"

Ji Xun's breathing began to stop intermittently, and the light of the sword in front of him pressed against his heart.

Meng Fushan's voice did not stop. White soot mixed with sparks fell down, and the swirling smoke covered Meng Fushan. His voice was low and calm.

"This will make me feel that Xiaoyu is not as good as an ordinary drug addict you met on the road that you didn't know... Ji Yu, your biological sister, died on February 9, 2013, which is New Year's Eve. There are still 11

God, it’s just her 20th birthday.”

The sword was like an arrow, piercing Ji Xun's heart.

But there was no pain, just a numbness that exploded from the wound.

Darkness surged.

His mind tried hard to stand in the present, stand here, and forget about the scene he saw three years ago.

But the more you want to forget, the more you cannot forget, and the more you want to ignore, the more you are reminded.

No need to close your eyes, everything familiar has already appeared in the darkness:

He saw the door of his home. The warm yellow light illuminated the red Spring Festival couplets that had just been replaced next to the security door. The first couplet read, "The plum and bamboo trees are safe and the spring is full of joy."

Peace".(*1)

Since he became a police officer, his family has put up safety couplets every Spring Festival. He may have to wait until his sister goes to work before his parents can express new wishes on the couplets.

He stepped on the floor mat in front of the door. The floor mat came from his sister. It had cute little and big fishes printed on it, which was not in line with the aesthetics of the older generation. She even quarreled with her mother when she bought it. Her mother disliked her sister.

She is now a grown-up girl, but her aesthetics is still the same as that of a primary school student; her younger sister is not happy, her round deer eyes are as wide open as possible, and her mouth is so pouty that it could hang from a bottle of oil. If she says she is born in the year of fish, she loves fish.

This is another disagreement between my mother and my sister. The fish my sister mentioned is Pisces. My mother doesn't understand this and only recognizes the twelve zodiac signs.

The father who was reading the newspaper acted as peacemaker as usual. Unsurprisingly, he first stood by his mother, scolded his sister, and asked her why she was arguing with her mother when she was older and younger. Then he stood by her sister and comforted his wife:

It’s no big deal, I bought everything I could buy, so there’s no need to waste it.

The mother was so angry that she nodded her sister's head: Yuyuyu, I know fish all day long. I think you gave me the wrong name. You should change the "Yu" in your name to "鱼". Sooner or later, you will be taken advantage of.

life.

Then the fish-foot pads came to the door. How could a mother defeat her daughter?

Ji Xun stopped here for a long time. All the warm memories ended here.

The door in front of you is the lid of Pandora's box. Whether it is opened or not, evil is already here.

The door opens.

Three years later, the memory has not faded.

He recalled it actively and passively over and over again.

He knew there was a crack on the wooden floor at the entrance and saw a bottle of bruises scattered in the entrance hall. He knew that the crack was caused by his father when he was moving his sister's new wardrobe, and that the box of bruises was also damaged because he twisted his waist while carrying it.

Bought it. He helped his father apply this medicine.

When he was applying the paint, he asked his father why he wasn't asked to do manual labor. He was already so old and still had to do it by himself.

Dad was lying on the bed, angrily beating the bed: Isn’t it just a wardrobe? I’m not old yet!

He also saw his sister.

The younger sister's back was turned to him, her waist-length hair almost covering her entire upper body. She was as slender as a bamboo pole with a thin sail hung on it, holding it in place.

The surprise I felt when I saw it that day has disappeared today. It has been burned clean by the fire, leaving only a thin layer of ashes accumulated in the bottom of my heart.

But the smell of blood penetrated time and space, making the inquiry still choked three years later.

In his ears, he heard the conversation between himself and his sister three years ago.

"Ji Yu, why have you lost so much weight recently? Are you not eating well and relying on hunger to lose weight? I told you that it's okay to lose weight. Don't lose weight blindly. If you're starving, I'll see if your mother won't talk about you to death. By the way, there's a killing at home.

Chicken? Why does the blood smell so strong?"

"……elder brother."

Ji Yu called him.

His sister, who had her back turned to him, finally turned around and turned over like a piece of cloth.

He saw his sister's face. The round face had lost its luster, the pointed chin protruded, and the lively deer eyes had lost their sparkle, leaving only a blank look.

Along with the luster, the blood color was also lost.

Her face was as pale as a cold mask, with two clear tear tracks remaining on her cheeks, dissipating the blood spots on her cheeks.

The coldness like falling into an ice cave, like the smell of blood, penetrated time and space and reappeared on Ji Xun.

He looked down her face and saw more blood, splattering blood.

The front of my sister's white dress was almost stained red. Her hands had the most blood, and there was a knife, a kitchen knife, which was used by her mother for cooking every day.

"elder brother……"

Ji Yu walked towards him step by step.

Ji Xun finally saw the scene behind his sister clearly. Blood was smeared on the floor of the dining room, and two old corpses were lying on it, one lying on his back and the other leaning on the ground.

Their bodies were broken, and there was still fear and confusion on their faces. Those were his elderly parents.

The memory was replaced with one click, and all the happy pictures were torn to pieces, leaving only the bloody and fragmented everything in front of me.

Ji Xun's heart was trembling, and dizziness hit his mind. Ji Yu walked up to him, opened his blood-stained arms and wanted to hug him, but he hurriedly backed away.

Ji Yu stopped, staring at him with dark eyes, his dry and scorched eyes trembled, and tears fell again.

"Brother, I feel so much pain..." she cried.

She raised her hand.

The light of the knife flashed into Ji Xun's eyes.

"I feel so much pain..."

Blood splattered out.

…

The memories stop abruptly here.

The phantom from three years ago disappeared, and the dark alley reappeared. Meng Fushan was still standing in front of him, his back leaning against the wall, and the wall supported his body.

"Yes." Ji Xun said, "My biological sister killed my parents."

"...Don't say that." Meng Fushan said coldly, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether the knife in your hand will fly out by mistake."

The two were chatting, and a figure lying on the ground in the corner moved quietly, and his body touched the ground with a dagger.

Ji Xun twitched the corners of his mouth in disinterest.

They were too familiar with each other. They had been friends since Ji Yu was still alive and knew a lot about each other.

But knowing too much is not a good thing. When you hurt others at will, you will also be hurt at will.

"It's been five minutes." Ji Xun said, "You haven't delayed enough yet?"

Meng Fushan had dragged his feet. In five minutes, Huang Hair was enough to run outside to the street and escape to heaven in a car.

He said another thing: "This meeting was purely accidental, but there is indeed one thing that I need you to help me check. Don't refuse in a hurry, this matter is already in your plan - Tang Jinglong."

Meng Fushan spit out this name.

"You might as well check in the direction of his work. Note that he is not as simple as you think now... Okay, get up."

The last sentence was not meant for Ji Xun.

At some point, Meng Fushan came to the man lying on the ground and kicked him with his feet.

"Stop pretending to be dead and give me the dagger."

The dagger that was pressed under the middle-aged man's body by Scar went into Meng Fushan's hands, and the Swiss Army knife that Meng Fushan repeatedly tossed and played with went into the hands of middle-aged man with Scar. Meng Fushan patted the middle-aged man's hand.

Shoulder:

"I helped you save the person you wanted to save, and now it's your turn to help me block it. An equal exchange, don't you think?"

After that, he exerted force, lifted the middle-aged man up and pushed him towards Ji Xun, and then he threw himself into the darkness in the opposite direction.

"...Don't come over." The middle-aged Scar, who was forcefully lifted up, staggered two steps and barely managed to stand still. He held a military knife and pointed the tip at Ji Xun. But to be honest, the Swiss Army Knife was only a little bigger than a utility knife. It was really not that big.

A sharp weapon for stabbing people, there was a fierceness in his threatening voice, "You kid, be careful, I have eyes, but the knife doesn't!"

Ji Xun put his hands in his pockets.

The wall behind him was still his strongest support, and he was a little reluctant to leave this place. After all, the energy floating in the air was probably having fun, and one by one he forgot to return home.

The good news is that he is somewhat used to it, and the stiffness that cannot be felt in his limbs has faded a lot. The bad news is that now he is in a state like blowing a bottle of white wine and having a high fever of 40C. Every step he takes

It's just like walking on cotton.

He walked towards the middle-aged Scar.

He took a step forward, and the middle-aged Scar took a step back. When they were fighting, the middle-aged Scar said something. Ji Xun was impatient to distinguish each one, and only watched the middle-aged Scar's expression becoming more and more ferocious.

When the accumulation of malice reached a critical point, the ferociousness turned into distortion. The saber held in the middle-aged Scar's hand was raised high, and the tip of the sword was like a flowing arrow, speeding towards Ji Xun!

The glare of the sword made Ji Xun feel nauseous. He squinted his eyes, squinted his gaze, and raised his hand to grab the person in front of him based on his instinct. This time he caught the real owner. Ji Xun pressed the person against the wall, but

The unnoticed debris piled up under the wall caught their legs. The two lost their balance and fell to the ground one after another.

The Swiss Army knife in the middle-aged Scar's hand fell to the ground during the impact, but when he raised his hand again, he firmly grasped the knife.

Ji Xun held the opponent's hand firmly, but it was useless. The hand continued to get closer and closer, and the tip of the saber also adjusted its position as it moved forward, and finally it was aimed at Ji Xun's eyes.

He thrust hard——!

At the critical moment, an arm came from behind and stood between Ji Xun's eyes and the knife.

The saber made a cut in the woolen jacket that wrapped his arm. This was also the last resistance of the middle-aged Scar. The next moment, his wrist holding the saber was grabbed by the person behind him and shook, and the saber fell to the ground; then, there was a dull impact.

, Scar fell softly in middle age.

Ji Xun felt a slight movement on his body and looked over again, seeing Huo Ranyin.

Huo Ranyin put away the saber on the ground.

The other party's eyes, always hidden behind the fog and night, for the first time put away those deep and shallow suspicions and warnings, leaving only complete concern: "Are you okay?"

At critical moments, the people's police provide reassurance.

Ji Xunti let out a sigh of relief in his chest. Everywhere in his body hurt, especially his head. It hurt so much that a hundred awls were hammering at him at the same time. He was weak and stretched out his hand softly: "Brother policeman, do me a favor and give me a hand."
Chapter completed!