If a person does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.
Yang Chen always thought that although this was a bit extreme, it was not unreasonable. However, in order to draw a clear line between him and Ding Hao, the girl took the lead in calling the police, which still disappointed him. He glanced at the girl lightly, dialed 1 with his mobile phone, and then stayed silent.
Wait quietly, waiting for fate to decide.
His calmness is both admirable and puzzling.
Little did the onlookers know that the young Yang Chen was used to life and death and was numb to the joke of fate.
Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, then rushed over, looked at the dead guy at his feet, and then looked at Yang Chen. Suddenly, tears burst down his face, and he choked and said to Yang Chen, "It's my fault, it's my fault, it's all my fault, it's me who has caused you trouble."
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Self-blame and guilt were intertwined on Ding Hao's sad face. He did not expect what responsibility he would bear, but he knew what his good comrade Yang Chen would face.
If you accidentally kill someone, you will have to go to a military court to be tried!
He had just finished his job and had not yet returned home in fine clothes. Because of his injustice, the glory that his comrades had spent their blood and sweat and life would be reduced to nothing. The more Ding Hao thought about it, the more he hated himself. He raised his hand and slapped himself hard. With a bang, Yang
Chen Busy pinched his hand and said seriously: "Mouse, I don't blame you, this is my life."
Life.
Yang Chen didn't believe in this stuff before.
But being teased and tortured again and again, he had no choice but to believe it.
The sound of sirens came from far away, and the police in the capital responded quickly. When two police cars stopped on the side of the road, Wu Jie, who had arrived late, squeezed through the human wall and rushed into the scene to see clearly what the unlucky man who died was like.
Shocked, he turned around and asked Yang Chen what was going on. To find out the whole story, Ding Hao punched his thigh with great resentment.
I hate myself for asking Yang Zi to meet at the Workers' Stadium.
What makes me angry is that God is so unfair that he would use the death of a scumbag to deprive a good comrade of his future.
"Who is he?" Yang Chen asked calmly. From Wu Jie's expression, he already guessed that he had dug a huge hole.
Wu Jie changed the subject and comforted: "Yang Zi, it's okay, you are my brother, I will do everything possible to protect you."
At this time, seven or eight police officers began to cordon off the scene, and some took out pistols and handcuffs and approached Yang Chen and others. They didn't rush forward rashly. They probably saw that the three young men with a frightening temperament were unusual.
"Yang Zi, you are a sharp-edged person. If you show your military ID, they won't be able to arrest you. Let's go back to the base to handle the rest." Wu Jie reminded Yang Chen in a low voice, not wanting to see his good brother tied up and humiliated in public.
Yang Chen shook his head. He was a soldier. For more than two years, he had sacrificed his blood and life to defend the dignity and honor of the soldiers. If he took out his military ID and arrested him at this time, how much criticism would arouse? In order to escape for a while, he would smear the image of the military. Yang Chen couldn't do it.
When I arrived, I patted my good brother on the shoulder and walked towards the approaching police with my head held high.
Wu Jie and Ding Hao wanted to stop them, but because of their good brothers' determination, they didn't know what to do, and their faces were full of grief and anger.
In the parking space on the curb, there was a red Audi A4. The voluptuous mature woman who took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Yang Chen took off her sunglasses, revealing a face that was not stunning but seductive. She stared blankly at Yang Chen's majestic and resolute figure.
This is what you call a man!
What is certain is that the scene at this time will always be engraved in her mind, just like a man who encounters a beautiful woman who makes his heart beat violently but is out of reach, and often lusts after her for the rest of his life.
There are no windows in the small room, and the dim energy-saving lamps on the roof make it feel depressing. There is only one bed, one table, and one chair in the room. The furniture is simple. From the color of the quilt and the shape of it folded into tofu blocks, it is vaguely judged that it is a military unit.
In the dormitory, Yang Chen, who accidentally killed someone three days ago, was sitting at the table.
He has lost his freedom.
The room we were in was not a military dormitory, but a confinement room at the Blade Base.
Three days ago, he followed the police calmly, but when the police found out his identity as a soldier, they hurriedly threw it to the military as if they had grabbed a hot potato, not wanting to wade into troubled waters. Yang Chen was not sure what kind of punishment he would face, but he knew it.
Being locked up in a solitary room is by no means as simple as confinement, not to mention the background of the person you killed.
The Fourth Young Master in Beijing.
What a scary title.
The unlucky guy who died was one of them, with half red blood in his body.
Yang Chen had no expression on his face and sat silently. For three days, his heart was full of mixed feelings and it was difficult to calm down. It was not because he had lost the profound concentration that he used to keep his face unchanged even when the mountains collapsed, the expectations of his first girlfriend, and the hopes of his parents for their son to become a successful child.
How could he be embarrassed to be in jail?
Now that things have come to this, we can only accept our fate.
Yang Chen slowly closed his eyes, his expression bitter and helpless.
At this time, the clear sound of leather shoes could be heard in the corridor outside the room, from far to near.
What was supposed to come finally came. Yang Chen opened his eyes, stood up slowly, raised his head and chest, and faced the narrow door with a military attitude. Even if he was sentenced to death and went to the execution ground immediately, he would never lose his military spirit.
, the true nature of a man, after a sound of unlocking, the narrow and thick iron door was pushed open.
A senior colonel officer who Yang Chen had never seen before walked into the room. He was tall and had a majestic temperament similar to that of Hao Zhendong, No. 1 at the base. He was a bit more gloomy than Hao Zhendong. The man looked at Yang Chen carefully up and down, and then signaled to the accompanying guards.
Exit the room and close the iron door.
The middle-aged soldier pulled up the only chair in the room and sat down, lit a cigarette, took two long puffs, and said, "I have read all your information. You were such a good prospect. It would be a pity to die."
Yang Chen was noncommittal and still stood upright, waiting for the next step.
The middle-aged soldier raised his eyes and stared at Yang Chen with interest. He nodded after a moment. When he was young, he would not have had the patience of the boy in front of him. He blew out the smoke and continued: "I won't beat around the bush. You have two people now."
The road, one, someone wants you to pay for life with one life, you have to be shot, and two... disappear from the world."
Evaporated?
Yang Chen frowned suddenly and stared at the middle-aged soldier, somewhat puzzled.
"Young man, don't get me wrong. Evaporation does not mean to help you escape or imprison you for the rest of your life. If you choose the second path, I will explain it to you." After the middle-aged soldier finished speaking, he looked at Yang Chen while smoking, as if waiting.
reply.
Evaporation... seems to have nothing to do with death. As long as you don't die, there is hope and a chance to start over. Yang Chen didn't waste time thinking about it and simply chose the second path.
"From the moment you nod your head, Yang Chen no longer exists in the world. There will be no records about you in the elementary school, middle school, or army you have been in. Only your parents and a few people who know you know that you have been here.
After this world, you will be sent overseas to perform various dangerous missions. If you die, it has nothing to do with anyone, and no one will collect your body for you. You can only blame yourself for being unlucky. If you are lucky enough to survive, you can continue to perform meritorious services and atone for your sins like a shadow in the dark.
, until one day the country no longer needs you, and you may be able to start a new life."
The middle-aged soldier spoke in an understatement, but Yang Chen knew what his words meant. He was silent for a long time and nodded heavily.
