Along with the canopy, this year's New Year's Eve was not a good one for Mu Qingqing.
After the false alarm the night before yesterday, Ah Shu's body was discovered by Xiao Ke's people, which seemed to indicate that something like internal strife had occurred in this criminal group, and the possibility of retaliating against her also greatly increased. According to
As a general rule, it is often the easiest time to find traces of the other party at such times. Whether it is revenge or escape, there will always be some clues left behind. However, in the past two days, Yinhu and his gang have just disappeared from the world.
Some vaguely palpable clues were broken into the air and disappeared without a trace.
The case couldn't be solved, New Year's Eve was here again, everyone was on holiday, she was like a child abandoned on the street, feeling empty and without a trace. In fact, it was not mainly about the case, she had nothing here.
Friends, everyone left one after another in the morning. She didn't know where to go. Could she go home and watch TV series? So throughout the afternoon, she sat in the empty office and reviewed the case several times.
In fact, of course there is no one in the entire Public Security Bureau, but the people on duty at this time are not in the same system as her, and they were not familiar with each other before. At this time, it doesn't matter if they get together when others are gathering to play cards. To put it bluntly, they just want to
Be reserved, especially on days like this. There is no need to let others find out that you are alone in a foreign land and feel like a stranger - quite a bourgeois mood.
So I happily sorted out files in the office until 5:30, called my home and a few friends to say hello and wish me a happy new year, and then drove away and looked at the vegetable market over there when I passed the intersection I passed every day.
, under the gradually darkening sky, almost no one was on the street. Every house had its lights on, but the small cart selling sugar-roasted chestnuts was still parked in the snow.
Should I ask him to go back...
Such thoughts flashed through her mind. She then shook her head, stepped on the accelerator and left. Even if she ran over and said it, it would probably be in vain. If she pushed his car and left, she would have to risk being hit by a shovel.
It's dangerous, it's really difficult to meet him when he's a little normal and can communicate.
The night before yesterday, she heard the other party speak suddenly. After hesitating slightly, the first thing she took the time to ask was the other party's name. Sure enough, it was effective. After listening to her inquiry, the fool hesitated for a long time at the door of the bedroom and said with
After rubbing his forehead with his hand, he said three words hoarsely, but no matter how he asked after that, the other party had no response at all. He returned to the world of contemplation, but this at least proved that the other party
In fact, it is not stupidity, but some kind of mental illness caused by headache.
Thinking about it, that name is extremely simple and common. There are countless people in China named... Gu Jiaming... No wonder it sounds familiar to me. I've probably heard someone with this name before...
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After returning home all the way, I changed my clothes and took out all kinds of meat and vegetables that I had already stored in the refrigerator. It was the Chinese New Year. It would have been ideal to make a small hot pot to eat by myself. But the problem was that I didn’t make a small hot pot.
I had no choice but to give up the stove. I chose and washed the vegetables while watching TV and waiting for it to get dark. Then I put the chopping board on the coffee table and chopped, chopped, chopped. It was not until the Spring Festival Gala started that I prepared all the things one by one.
They are served in small bowls, which is pleasing to the eye. According to her experience, the best shows of the Spring Festival Gala are behind, and the food is cooked just right.
Then, the highlight of the whole evening really came...
Turn on the gas, light the fire, and put the oil in the pot to heat up. She frowned and sniffed everywhere like a puppy. The gas stove had not been used for a long time, and the plastic pipe was leaking gas. She looked at the kitchen filled with gas.
Di Xiaowan, she was dumbfounded at that time.
What a great night, I wonder if I can put it on with plastic tape...
It's hard to describe her mood. She was busy in the kitchen, and then went back to the living room to watch TV with some helplessness. Looking at the instant noodles and ham on the coffee table, the programs in the Spring Festival Gala seemed to become more and more silly.
, she went to take a shower at almost 8:30, then changed into clothes and went out, holding a large bag of potato chips in her arms - she had decided that she would rather starve to death tonight than eat anything boiled in water.
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Driving to the city, there seemed to be several hotels hosting New Year's banquets, but even if you were rich, wouldn't it be stupid to eat that kind of thing? She carried the potato chips and walked around in the nearby blocks.
Snow is everywhere, street lights cast mottled tree shadows, colorful lights alternate in the sky, and fireworks are endless. Groups of children can be seen setting off fireworks on the roadside. Just walking alone on the street with fireworks rising, it looks like some MTV girls.
The feeling of the protagonist is often that of a very romantic love story, and now I can only comfort myself in my heart. Originally, I didn't feel very hungry. The more I ate potato chips, the more I felt my stomach started to feel empty.
After turning a few blocks, a drop of cold rain hit her nose, and it started to rain. She wrapped her coat tightly and ran quickly to the eaves not far away. The rain was not heavy, but it seemed that it would stop in a while.
I couldn't stop at all. If I ran back like this, I would be soaked in water. Now I really felt a sense of powerlessness rising from the bottom of my heart. It's Chinese New Year...
She ran along the eaves and turned to the next street corner. The light of the cart in the distance shone on the corner of the vegetable market. She packed a batch of coats, lowered her head, sprinted over, and slammed into the street.
In the car, a man named Gu Jiaming was sitting in the back, looking up at the fireworks, and glanced at him slightly.
"Huh, you are the only one here buying chestnuts on a day like this."
"How much?"
"Whatever, wait until you get angry... I can't even tell if you are confused or awake..."
The roof of the car could protect her from the rain. She walked to the inside. The other person was sitting on an upright wooden box and was loading chestnuts into paper bags. Mu Qingqing went over and turned the wooden box horizontally and divided it into half.
He sat down and patted his other half, indicating that there was still room for him to sit.
After weighing the chestnuts and collecting the money, he stood there and looked at her for a while. After a while, he sat down on the other side of the wooden box. Mu Qingqing turned her back to him and spread her hands: "I am homeless now."
"The gas pipe at home is broken, and there is no stove. I can't even cook. It rains when I run out. It's really... the most miserable New Year's Eve. I'm still talking to you here like a fool.
.I don’t know if you are listening..."
Holding her cheek, Mu Qingqing said helplessly while eating. When she turned around, she realized that the other person was just looking up at the fireworks. His expression was like memories again, and he sighed slightly. After a long while, he finally
Started talking again.
"I remember that you used to keep your head down... But I know the person responsible for setting off these fireworks. He has a relative in the city government. He has connections. Hundreds of thousands of these fireworks are set off every year. He does it for one vote.
I just rested for the whole year. A few years ago, he invited a group of people to dinner, and I went too... Well, there was a shark's fin dish that tasted very good..."
It started to rain, and the street became even more deserted. The two of them sat on a box next to the car. Perhaps because the other party didn't know how to listen, Mu Qingqing ate chestnuts and occasionally exchanged a few words.
He brought up some messy past events, such as teasing his sister when he was a child. A boyfriend he once had changed his mind later, and Yujiang was actually framed by someone when he was transferred there. All these, on a night like this, with their backs to each other, then
The words were drowned in the fireworks and drizzle...
It was still time to close the stall at ten o'clock. The two of them pushed the cart through the streets with mottled lights. When they returned to the front of the building, Mu Qingqing wanted to lift the stove out of the cart. After trying several times without success, he finally succeeded.
Jia Ming carried it into the room and lit the fire. Mu Qingqing started cooking in the living room with some unfamiliarity. He was cutting chestnuts next to him while the Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV.
"No matter what...it's finally a new year..."
She was very happy when the first dish came out, but the second dish was a little burnt. When the third dish arrived, she remembered that she had forgotten the chili powder in the kitchen and ran into the kitchen to look for it.
In a hurry, she rushed out of the kitchen. Flames rose in front of her eyes, and the dishes in the pot were thrown up smoothly. She saw the man named Gu Jiaming holding a spatula and stretching his right hand towards her.
She was stunned for a moment, then handed over the chili powder in her hand. In the following time, she watched the dishes coming out of the pot one after another, and the room was full of aroma. Although these dishes and ingredients were prepared by her, due to the lack of
He is easy to communicate with, even if she is nearby, there is nothing he can do about it.
"No, you were a chef before you got sick..."
Although it was a bit unbelievable, not long after, a sumptuous table of dishes was actually placed in front of her. At least it was much richer than she originally imagined. At this time, she started to hate herself for eating so many potato chips just now.
Fried chestnuts with sugar. She took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, and handed one of them to the man who was going back to cut chestnuts after washing the pot. Then she dragged him to the sofa and tried to make gestures.
"Let's eat together."
After finally convincing him to pick up the chopsticks, Mu Qingqing consciously grasped part of the secret of communication. If he wanted to wait for him to speak clearly, he would naturally have to try his luck, but as long as he pushed him to a certain position and held on for a while,
He would also do certain things naturally. She guessed that this man was really a cook before, otherwise how could he handle the spatula so smoothly.
It was approaching midnight and the Spring Festival Gala was coming to an end. Several finale programs were often held here. Mu Qingqing drank beer while watching. She had doubts in her mind at this time. She drank several cans of beer and occasionally smiled and asked the men next to her questions.
: "You must have been a chef before..."
"Or maybe you want to be a chef..."
"I don't know where you are from..."
"It couldn't be amnesia caused by a car accident or something. I once read in the newspaper that some veterans even have bullets in their heads. They haven't felt anything for decades and only have occasional headaches. Could it be the same for you..."
"I didn't ask you where you were from that day, Gu Jiaming... I think I should find time to check for you..."
"Maybe you have family members, parents, relatives, friends, girlfriends and so on... Well, looking at your stupid look, you are not very handsome, and if you don't talk, you won't be able to get a girlfriend...
...If you are not convinced, just say a few words..."
"Uh, what's wrong with you..."
When she said this slightly drunkenly, she suddenly realized that the man next to her was shaking slightly, and the blood vessels on his forehead seemed to swell, and he began to sweat. With a "swish", the can in his hand was suddenly crushed into pieces.
There was a ball, and the beer spurted out.
"What's wrong with you...it's an illness...I'll find painkillers for you..."
"Knock...knock..." That was the sound of chattering teeth. At the same time as Mu Qingqing stood up, he also stood up trembling slightly. The can fell to the ground, and he covered his sweating forehead with both hands.
Then, Mu Qingqing watched him turn around the sofa with difficulty and walk towards the bedroom step by step.
"Hello……"
After calling a few times, there was naturally no response. Mu Qingqing ran back to the bedroom, rummaged through the medicine box to find medicines, took hot water and ran over, only to find that the man had curled up in the corner of the bedroom, holding his arms.
Suffering severe pain on her forehead, she rushed over to give her medicine, but the arm was as strong as a rock. She was a trained female police officer, and her strength was not weak among male police officers, but at this time she couldn't break it at all.
move……
That night, she didn't sleep well.
The man's sudden pain lasted for about a quarter of an hour. The medicine could not be administered. In fact, it is doubtful whether it was useful. Just like the time upstairs, after the pain, he went to wash his face.
, and then went to bed quietly. At this time, the Spring Festival Gala had finished, and everything in the living room was in a mess. Mu Qingqing was not in the mood to clean up at this time, so he simply went to bed.
The effect of alcohol made her fall asleep quickly, but soon after, her sleepiness faded away. She seemed to hear some small sounds in her daze, as if she woke up once, and then fell into sleep again. When she opened her eyes again,
, looked at the alarm clock, it was still only 4:30 in the morning, her mouth was dry, she struggled on the bed for a while, and finally got up.
Opening the bedroom door, the street lamp reflected light on the snow, shining through the window. It was silver and white. The living room had been completely restored to tidiness. The dishes, bowls and ingredients had been put away, and the spatula and even the stove had been put away.
He disappeared. The man named Gu Jiaming was sitting by the window, looking out the window motionlessly. She walked over quietly, knelt down next to him, and looked at the side face.
"Find some time, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup, okay?"
There was a power outage yesterday, and they said some branches broke the wires. I just typed over a thousand words this morning, and then I stopped. I ran outside and the people said it was a power outage and cut down all the branches. I was so depressed.
So I ran to the supermarket in the morning and chose clothes that fit me. I bought two sets of the same clothes, which solved the problem of summer clothes. When I got home, when I opened the door, I found that there was no call. Then I walked to the computer and the water dispenser outside suddenly "pinged"
It rang once, it was... so on time. I was planning to take another nap, but God wouldn't let me rest...
Suddenly I discovered that if I fall into a long-term power outage, the otaku will die...
I don’t know how to survive without electricity...