"Dakang, do you believe me?" The pock-marked man sat on the bed, leaning his back against the bedside, with fluid flowing from the corners of his mouth and looking straight at Dakang.
"Believe it!" Dakang raised his head and glanced at the pockmarked face, grinned, inserted the toilet bowl into the pockmarked face's crotch, nodded and said: "Believe it, believe it! Come on, keep peeing, peeing, peeing...!"
"Snapped!!"
The pockmarked face suddenly raised his hand and pulled it down. Dakang suddenly raised his left hand. In an instant, there was a crisp sound on Dakang's neck, and then there were five more fingerprints on the dark skin. Dakang paused and said helplessly: " I still need to practice, the speed is still slow and the angles are still tricky!"
"You're lying...you're lying!" Pockmarked pointed at the tip of Dakang's nose. His mouth was not closed, and it was hard to tell whether he was smiling or simply couldn't close it.
"Yeah, yeah, I lied, keep shushing!" Dakang rubbed the swollen side of his face and said with a smile: "Uncle, you slap me 76 times, okay, I have to hit you back. , my dad didn’t even break double digits in my face when I was a kid!”
"Haha!" The pockmarked face clasped his fingers, nodded with blank eyes, and an unusual laugh came from his throat.
"Whoosh!"
After coaxing him for a long time, the pockmarked face finally peed. The yellow liquid full of odor filled half of the toilet bowl. Da Kang raised his head and asked tentatively: "Are you okay?"
The pock-marked face was still smiling stupidly. He may have never smiled so stupidly in his life. He seemed to be returning to his true nature, as if he had returned to a baby who didn't understand anything. He could play happily and contentedly with just two fingers.
Dakang did not receive a reply, so he could only tentatively move the toilet. After seeing that the pockmarked face had indeed urinated, he slowly took it off, closed the lid, took out two pieces of paper, and wiped the pockmarked crotch area carefully. Wipe the underwear to prevent the underwear from getting dirty and causing odor to escape.
"What do you want to eat? Ancestor?" Dakang sweated from his busy work, lit a cigarette, and asked with a smile on his pockmarked face.
"Youtiao, youtiao!!" the pockmarked face said happily waving his arms.
"Haha, as soon as I eat it, I will be cured immediately!" Dakang grinned, nodded, and said after discussion: "Wait a minute, Ang, I will buy this cigarette for you after I finish smoking it!"
Inside the house, I, Binbin, Zhouzhou, and Gao Dong stood at the window, looking at Pockmarked Face and Dakang, not knowing whether to feel lucky or dumbfounded.
Sometimes human emotions are like ghosts. If you drink too much and stand at the door of the crematorium and call him out, you often won't get any reply. But when you hold the beads in your hand, you feel like the Buddha's light is shining everywhere. When you are telling people about Zen Buddhism, there may be a ghost standing in front of you begging you to transcend it. Why are feelings called feelings? Because they are not under the control of people and have been flowing slowly in our lives. Like water, but at a certain point, at a certain moment, once it breaks out, it will be a huge wave and a sound like rolling thunder!!
As for Pockmarked Face and Dakang, their feelings burst out obviously too late...
"You go buy it for him, I'll just keep an eye on him!" I looked at Dakang, raised my head and said.
When Dakang heard what I said, he turned around and glanced at me, and said calmly: "It's okay, I'll go by myself later. I have something else to do in the company, so you can go back!"
When I heard what he said, I smiled helplessly. Ever since the pockmarked incident happened, Dakang and Wang Mumu have taken turns taking care of me. They never let me have any contact alone, and others couldn't get in at all. They were afraid that I would let the pockmarked person go crazy. There is no chance, and I am not sure, I think.
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On the other side, in the cafeteria of the Shenyang Public Security Bureau at noon, Wang Mingquan from the Technical Criminal Investigation Division packed a lunch box and glanced around. The cafeteria was mostly full. When he walked to the table at the edge, he lowered his head and saw two stools. They were connected together, and a file bag was placed in the middle to occupy the place. Wang Mingquan smiled, sat opposite, put down the dinner plate, and started eating.
A few minutes later, Guan Yu's two iron men also came over carrying dinner plates. Seeing Wang Mingquan pause, he smiled and teased: "**, it's been a long time since I've been in the police force, and this is the first time I've seen you in the police force. Let’s eat in the cafeteria! What happened? My wife’s family went bankrupt?”
"What do you mean? Do I look like a freeloader?" Wang Mingquan asked with a smile and bared teeth.
"Well, you don't look like a person who just wants to eat a soft meal!" Another hardcore guy took off the file bag and said with bared teeth.
"Fuck, don't tell me that it's useless! Any of your robbery and murder cases require the help of our technical department to solve them. In Sailian, I burned those two broken phones for you. Do you believe it?" Wang Mingquan asked. He said unhappily.
"...Quickly, give Brother Dawangwang a whole bottle of soda!"
"Ha ha!"
The three of them grinned and chatted while eating. Wang Mingquan opened three bottles of soda with a bottle opener and asked casually: "Hey, what have you been doing recently? Which information is almost out, why don't you go get it?" "
"The case is almost over. The person has been arrested. He talks very harshly. When the detention team got angry, he sent him directly to the death row of the detention center. When will he go to the second section and when will he be working on the information? Let's vent his anger first. Don't rush! Busy! What about other cases?" A very strong man hurriedly filled his mouth with food and replied vaguely.
"There's another case? What's the business?" Wang Mingquan put down two bottles of drinks, pushed them next to them, and continued chatting.
"It's not a big case! It's almost over!" The other person paused and replied vaguely. Wang Mingquan nodded after hearing this and did not ask further questions. Eating at noon was almost like a fight. Within ten minutes, the house was in a mess. After the two irons finished eating, they said to Wang Mingquan: "You eat first, we have other things to do!"
"I'm not going to eat either. Please bring the plate over for me!" Wang Mingquan took out his smartphone and fiddled with it quickly while looking down at the screen.
"You still have so much, why don't you eat?? This wife's family is rich and extravagant!" The strong man picked up Wang Mingquan's plate and joked.
"Go away, stop talking nonsense!" Wang Mingquan replied, and the other person picked up the plate and stretched out his hand to reach the portfolio bag on the stool.
"Shit, the Treaty of Shimonoseki? They are inseparable! Just put it here!" Wang Mingquan took a sip of soda and said jokingly.
"It's okay, let's go directly!" The man picked up the file bag with his fingers, then said hello to Wang Mingquan and walked towards the pallet recycling area.
A few minutes later, the two people left the restaurant. Wang Mingquan stood up immediately after him, put the phone in his pocket, and followed him out. The two hardcore men did not go back to the city bureau directly, but got into a Jetta and ran down the street. After driving away, Wang Mingquan glanced around, took a car and followed again. Less than half an hour later, the two cars kept a long distance and stopped at the gate of Xiajiashu Police Station. on the street in front.