Zhang Wendong was sitting quietly in the corner in a daze. When he saw Li Tingwei, he asked doubtfully: "Why haven't you left yet?"
"Let me see you." Li Tingwei said, "Your colleagues will go to the cemetery soon. They will give flowers to Wei Zhongyu and Ji Miao. Do you want me to send a bouquet to you?"
"Does even a robot like Ji Miao deserve to have a tombstone and be buried underground?" Many members of Zhang Wendong died at the hands of Ji Miao, so he still feels resentful towards her.
Li Tingwei sighed and said: "She couldn't help herself. Zhang Wendong, don't bear grudges against Ji Miao anymore. She has already given everything to repay her sins. Alas, it was too heroic for her to leave."
Zhang Wendong lowered his head thoughtfully, and after a long while, he said: "You'd better send flowers for me. By the way, after you leave the cemetery, go home as soon as possible and reunite with your wife and children.
"
He knew that Xiao Yu was buried in the sea of fire, and he also heard that he kept shouting his daughter's name before he died. In this world, nothing is more precious than relatives. He does not want Li Tingwei to continue to be homeless and have nothing to do with his own family.
Separation of flesh and blood.
"But...my wife and children are afraid of me. Maybe they don't want me to go back." Li Tingwei said worriedly, his expression a little disappointed.
"You are no longer the feared wanted criminal. You and I broke into the icv's lair together, and we worked together to eliminate so many villains. You are a hero, and your wife and children should be proud of you.
." Zhang Wendong patted him on the shoulder and continued: "I'm sorry that I had to involve you before. I was just impatient to kill Guimu and urgently needed help. Weihe County is now calm.
Go home quickly and enjoy family happiness."
Li Tingwei's eyes were already a little moist. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, then you take good care of yourself. Maybe we will meet again if we are destined."
Li Tingwei and Zhang Wendong said goodbye and walked out of the dark confinement room.
The members of the Security Bureau who were guarding the door were still a little uneasy when they saw him. They knew that he had powerful powers and could control lightning. If this powerful person could lose control as easily as Xiao Yu, then he would be too powerful.
It's dangerous.
Li Tingwei noticed their uneasiness, he smiled at them peacefully and said "goodbye".
He was bathed in the sun, and the breeze gently blew over his face. He took out his wallet and pulled out a square piece of colored paper. The colored paper had been stored for too long and had faded.
It depicts flowers, the sun, a house, and three little people who are closely dependent on each other, and there is also a crooked line of words: "Happy birthday to dad!"
The signature in the lower right corner reads "I will always love you, my little cutie Li Xiaohan". Li Tingwei quietly looked at the slightly childish picture on the colored paper, with a happy smile on his face.
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Guimu, who was reborn in the ruins, was naked. He could only pull out half a shabby curtain from the rubble and wrap it around himself. He also carefully covered his face with a piece of cloth. He walked in embarrassment.
On the street, I endured strange looks from people.
At the corner of the street, he suddenly stepped forward and patted a middle-aged man on the shoulder. The middle-aged man turned around, looked at the dirty ghost eyes with disgust, and said with disgust: "Where did this beggar flower come from?
Get out of the way!"
Guimu suddenly took action and quickly stretched out a piece of glass and pressed it against the middle-aged man's neck. With a little force, the glass piece cut a bloody wound on the man's neck.
The middle-aged man held Guimou's hand tightly, and his nails left scratches on the back of his hand. He struggled desperately, with a look of fear on his face. "Help, help!"
Guimu's body suddenly trembled, a brick hit his head hard, and blood slowly flowed down his head.
He turned around tremblingly and saw a young man holding bricks standing behind him. The young man looked at him with disdain and said, "You dare to rob in broad daylight! You are really brave!"
The young man looked jealous. He had exerted so much strength just now that half of Guimou's head was almost bloody. The bloody Guimou did not fall down. He looked at the young man with a sinister look, coldly.
Said: "If you want to draw a sword to help when there is an injustice, you have to see if you have the ability."
Seeing his tough attitude, the young man held down his shoulders and wanted to scold him a few more words. However, he suddenly opened his eyes in shock and saw that half of Guimu's bloody head slowly returned to its original shape.
His skin and flesh recovered instantly. Only bright red blood stains remained on his head.
"You, what are you? A ghost! There is a ghost!" The young man yelled hastily. He quickly let go of the ghost eyes and stumbled away.
The middle-aged man was lying on the ground, covering his bloody wound. The wound was not too deep, but he was so frightened that he almost fainted. He begged in panic: "Please forgive me, please forgive me."
Let me..."
Guimu looked at him without mercy and said: "Don't worry, I just want to ask you to borrow something, I won't kill you."
A few minutes later, Guimou walked out of a secluded alley. He had thrown away the shabby curtains and was wearing the middle-aged man's coat and trousers.
He tugged on his collar, disgusted with the smell of the clothes, but had to endure it. He wanted to jump into the pool immediately and wash his whole body clean.
The middle-aged man was huddled in the alley with only a vest on his upper body. He was shivering with cold and moaning helplessly. When people nearby found him, his eyes were already dull and he kept repeating
Author: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"
Guimu wore clothes that didn't fit very well and always covered his face with his hands. He didn't look sideways the whole way and quickly stopped a taxi.
When the driver heard the place name he reported, he said with some confusion: "That place is as desolate as a mass grave. Where are you going and what are you doing?"
Guimu said nothing, just stared at the back of the driver's head indifferently.
The driver saw the ghostly appearance through the rearview mirror, and saw that he had covered his face tightly, with almost only his eyes and eyebrows exposed. One of his eyelids was still empty, as if he had lost an eyeball.
.
His remaining left eye was wide open, looking a bit sinister. The cold gaze sent chills down the driver's spine. He quickly closed his mouth and quietly sent the ghost eyes to their destination.