Fear comes from the unknown, nightmares come from pain.
People have dreams, either sweet dreams or nightmares. The strange thing is that most sweet dreams are false, but nightmares may be real.
People who have never been haunted by nightmares cannot understand this kind of pain. It can make you unable to recognize yourself and even lose hope.
Fifteen-year-old Xu Lang is not too tall and is still very thin, but he is very bright and studies well. During class, he sits in the front row and the person who lectures him is a woman in her late twenties.
Teacher, the female teacher is very beautiful, with long wavy hair, and a charming smile. Every time when she talks about the key points, she will look at Xu Lang and then smile at him. Whenever this time, Xu Lang will feel
Very happy.
Just when the female teacher looked at Xu Lang again, Xu Lang found that the female teacher suddenly changed her appearance. The female teacher turned into his sister Xu Chan. Xu Chan's face was pale, and her eyes were bleeding.
It flowed down her cheeks to her mouth, and a strange smile appeared on Xu Chan's face.
Xu Chan's head and neck were actually separated. Where the head and body were in contact, blood slowly oozed out. However, the wound was very small and fine. If it weren't for the blood oozing out, it wouldn't be visible at all.
Xu Chan walked slowly towards Xu Lang. Xu Lang found that her sister's legs were also broken. Every step she took, blood flowed down her calves on the ground. Gradually, a series of bloody footprints appeared on the ground.
Seeing his sister like this, Xu Lang felt extremely frightened. He turned his head and looked around, and found that all the classmates he had attended with before were gone. He was the only one left in a classroom at Nuo University.
Just when Xu Lang turned his head and looked around, a slender hand stretched out in front of Xu Lang. It was a pair of slender and white hands. Xu Lang recognized it immediately. These were his sister's hands.
When Xu Lang was about to hold his sister's hand, as soon as his hand touched her sister's hand, the hand suddenly fell to the ground.
Xu Lang turned his head and looked at his sister, and found that her sister was also looking at her. Her black hair had fallen down and was draped on her cheeks.
"Brother, save me, brother, save me."
Suddenly, heart-wrenching cries for help came out of Xu Chan's mouth.
Xu Lang quickly stood up and ran towards his sister, but no matter how Xu Lang ran, he could not get close to Xu Chan. Moreover, the more Xu Lang ran, the further away Xu Chan was from her.
"I'm so cold, brother, I'm so cold."
Listening to his sister's painful murmurs, Xu Lang finally stopped chasing Xu Chan, but stopped, squatted down, held his head in his hands, and murmured: "Sister, don't leave me, don't leave me
.”
However, no matter how Xu Lang murmured or shouted, Xu Chan gradually went away, leaving a voice in the end.
"Why haven't you caught the murderer yet? Why haven't you found the murderer yet? You loser. I'm so cold."
"sister..."
In the hospital ward, Xu Lang was lying on the bed, his expression was very painful, his face was covered with tears, his hands were stretched straight in the air, as if he was trying to grab something, and a painful sound sounded in the bedroom.
"Hey...boy, do you know who I am? Do you know how your sister died? Let me tell you."
A voice rang in Xu Lang's ears. Xu Lang raised his head and looked around. He found that this was no longer a classroom, but the morgue of the Public Security Bureau where he had seen his sister's body. In front of him, Xu Chan was dismembered.
The corpse was placed on the autopsy table, and that voice sounded in the room.
Xu Lang followed the sound, and finally Xu Lang suddenly saw a man shrouded in darkness, standing in front of the autopsy table, holding a small and sharp knife in his hand. The man was holding Xu Chan with one hand.
He slid over the corpse, holding a knife in one hand, and said in a very ethereal voice: "Look, what a vivid life, but withered at such a flowery age."
Xu Lang stood at the door of the morgue, leaning against the door. He was covered in cold sweat and his legs were shaking involuntarily. Yes, Xu Lang was very scared, especially after seeing this.
people's time.
"Do you know how she died? I'll tell you."
As the 'person' spoke, he took a knife and cut off the sutured corpse. The first cut was on Xu Chan's arm, and blood immediately flowed out from the wound.
"don't want"
Xu Lang shouted loudly, ignoring the trembling in his body and the fear in his heart. He staggered and rushed towards the 'person' like crazy. However, Xu Lang missed the opportunity and appeared in front of him without any trace.
That 'person' did not have the body of his sister Xu Chan. He returned to his home.
At this moment, he was standing in the living room and saw a man covered in blood holding a woman. The man was his father Xu Yuan, and what Xu Yuan was holding in his arms was his mother Zhang Lan.
"dad"
When Xu Lang saw Xu Yuan, he couldn't help shouting.
After Xu Yuan heard this, he slowly raised his head and looked at Xu Lang. A strange smile gradually appeared on his face covered with blood. Then Xu Yuan's face gradually blurred and turned into the look that Xu Lang had never seen before.
Xu Lang was startled by the face of a man he had never seen before.
"Deng Deng Deng"
Xu Lang quickly took a few steps back, looked at this person, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Hehehehehe..."
The man said nothing, looked at Xu Lang, and let out a series of terrifying laughter.
"Who the hell are you?"
Xu Lang's angry roar came from the bedroom. There was anger, fear, helplessness, and...
Confuse.
The man suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Lang. The unfamiliar face began to distort, and finally turned into the face of a man. This was an expressionless man who was almost sixty years old. Xu Lang knew him.
"Sun Wenyao, why are you here?" Xu Lang shouted loudly.
"Why can't I be here? Boy, have you solved the puzzle I left for you? Well..." Sun Wenyao looked at Xu Lang and said slowly.
"Are you talking about the seven deadly sins? I solved it." Xu Lang said subconsciously.
"Oh? Really? Then guess who my next target is?"
"Who is it?"
"you guess?"
"Guess it's your sister." Xu Lang roared.
"Haha... you are still too young." Sun Wenyao said with a smile.
Suddenly, Sun Wenyao, who had been so amiable just now, like an elder in the family treating a younger generation, suddenly became ferocious.
"Xu Lang, have you really unlocked it? Do you really know what I want to do? In fact, you are just like me. You are not a policeman, you are a criminal, a born criminal, right? You want to complete a perfect
It’s a crime, right? Have you finished it? Let me help you!”
"No, I'm not a criminal, I'm a policeman, I'm a policeman, I won't commit a crime." Xu Lang said loudly, looking at Sun Wenyao who suddenly became ferocious.
"Don't you want to avenge your parents? Don't want to avenge Xu Wei, Xu Chan, Shu Yue, and those who died because of you? As long as you follow me, everything can be realized."
As Sun Wenyao's words rang out, the faces of his parents and relatives once again appeared in front of Xu Lang's eyes. It was like a movie playing in Xu Lang's mind. They seemed to be alive, looking at Xu Lang.
, murmured to himself: "Give up, let's sink..."
Xu Lang's eyes were getting redder and redder, and his eyes were getting more and more confused. Especially when he looked at these relatives he was so familiar with, he really wanted to give up and sink completely.
"Actually, what's so good about being a police officer? Isn't it good to be a criminal? Haven't you always wanted to complete a perfect crime? Now is your chance. Even if you don't become a police officer, you can still uphold justice, right? Like me, Yang Rongwei
, Chen Qiumin, Zou Renjiang, Qin Liang, care, which one of them is not a heinous crime, go to hell, child, I am doing it for your own good..."
Sun Wenyao's words were full of temptation, and Xu Lang couldn't help but raise his head and look into his eyes.
"Really? As long as I perish, can I really take revenge?"
"Yes, as long as you perish, you can take revenge. Isn't this what you want most?"
"What I want? Revenge?"
Xu Lang's eyes became more and more confused, and he couldn't help but want to speak.
"Okay, I promise..."
However, just when Xu Lang was about to speak, suddenly, a voice sounded.
"Now, you have become a bird again, soaring happily in the sky. You see the white clouds and the blue sky. You keep flying, flying, flying. Finally, you are tired of flying and fall.
You were sunbathing on a rubber raft on the sea. The sun was very warm and made you very comfortable. It was like you were back in your mother's arms. The waves gently slapped your cheeks, just like your mother patted your back.
, as if I’m coaxing you to sleep.”
"Baby, be good, go to sleep, go to sleep..."
A woman's voice became softer and softer, like a mother still coaxing her child to sleep.
Xu Lang, who was very excited just now and was caught up in painful memories, gradually calmed down his breathing. His violently heaving chest gradually calmed down, and his breathing became longer. He curled up like a child who had not yet been born.
, curled up in her mother's body.
Xu Lang's hand was clenched tightly. The woman walked over, sat down by the bed, and gently loosened Xu Lang's clenched hand.
"Mom, don't go."
"sister..."
"Shu Yue......"
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That night, a large number of police appeared where Wang Anyan was, including not only the police from the jurisdiction, but also criminal police from various criminal investigation detachments. Of course, there were also special police and armed police, as well as traffic police.
The police lights on the scene were flashing, and every policeman had a look of anger on his body. It was obvious that something had happened here, and it was something serious.
The directors of various public security bureaus arrived, and the chief and deputy directors of the General Bureau of Public Security arrived. Everyone's expressions were very solemn.
At first, people came to the scene because it was Wang Anyan's death, but soon, people discovered that it was not the case.
After the incident, in less than an hour, S City implemented comprehensive martial law. A large number of police officers appeared on various traffic arteries entering and exiting S City. As long as they found the slightest abnormality, they would conduct inquiries on the spot. Anyone found
If there is any suspicion, they will be arrested.
Obviously, this is the rhythm of major crimes.
The media reporters who originally heard the news that Wang Anyan appeared and then was shot to death breathed a long sigh of relief. Soon they got some news and learned that there was a problem at the scene. A special police officer died. The members of the CSY criminal investigation team
Chang Xu Lang was injured, and the weapon used by the special police was a very powerful weapon.
Deserving
After learning the news, they were supposed to rush to the scene as soon as possible to conduct interviews. At this time, they chose to remain silent collectively. No one took the initiative to ask about the matter. They were not stupid. During the execution of the task, some
It is normal for personnel to suffer casualties, and the special police are the most vulnerable to impact in this situation, so this is not unusual. However, Xu Lang was seriously injured and attracted so many leaders to show up.
This in itself is strange.
As the saying goes, one learns from one experience and one gains wisdom. This time, after facing bloody lessons, they finally learned the lesson. Even if it is only temporary, it is a good thing for the current police.
At first, Tian Yongchun and the others were worried that media reporters would come to interview and ask about this matter.
The police know what media reporters are like. If they report the news about heavy sniper rifles, then S City, which has just calmed down, will definitely explode again. This will cause panic among many people.
It has caused a lot of unwarranted speculations and may even be taken advantage of by some well-intentioned people. This is the last thing the police want to see.
However, now that this group of media reporters are frowning, this is a good thing for Tian Yongchun and others.
Investigations and related actions were in full swing this night.
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Hazy and drunken eyes at the beginning of the long night.
When the dark night comes quietly, the fog also spreads quietly.
The erratic color of the fog makes the eyes a little hazy in the dark night, just like the drunkenness after a drink. The haziness in the drunkenness makes the night poetic - looking at the moon in the fog, the moon is misty; looking at the lamp with drunk eyes, the lamp is also drunk.
The foggy night condenses the passing memories. The quiet night is like water, slowly flowing with the traces of time that are far and near; the white mist is like wine, soaked in the past of sadness or joy. The slightly drunk thoughts are stirring.
The slight waves in the heart float up and down memories, clear and fuzzy, painful and happy, "just when they are in my heart, they are on my brows again." Ups and downs, drifting; floating like a dream, like a fake
It's true.
Through the deep night, the vast fog, a pale moon floats in the distant sky, and the faint eyes reveal a little confusion; in this confused eyes, a row of dim street lamps reveal the long road in the distance.
.On a confusing night when everyone is drunk, only the moonlight and the shadow of the lamp seem to still maintain the last bit of sobriety; this last bit of sobriety guides the dim passers-by on the vast distance.
On the road in the distance, in the fog that fills the sky, there are too many scenery that cannot be seen clearly. Perhaps because it is not clear, it becomes more mysterious and becomes the most beautiful hazy beauty in my heart; just like the less you can get, the more you can't see it.
Things become more and more precious when the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the wind is clear and the moon is bright at night, although you can appreciate the shining beauty of the stars, but under this bright moonlight, all the worldly smoke and dust and broken sadness will also disappear.
How can beauty be said to be beautiful when it is exposed in this clear night and tainted with the atmosphere of the world? In the haziness shrouded in mist, many things that you don’t want to see and memories that you don’t want to mention will be obscured by this haze.
The natural beauty of "artistic processing" is even more difficult to let go.
Is the feeling of sincere meeting unforgettable? Why is the ambiguity so disconnected? The truest side is not necessarily the most beautiful side, but it gives people the most real feeling; the farthest distance is also the most difficult.
The love you get, but the distance in your heart, is always the shortest. Give the relationship a distance, and this hazy emotion may make each other's hearts no longer far away.
On a gentle night, the autumn wind picks up, and people's footsteps follow their wandering hearts and land in this strange city. The sky is dark, without stars or moon. It seems that not many people are still fully awake in this misty world.
The earth is very quiet, the sky is also very quiet, and people's thoughts are letting loose, jumping, and dancing in the low breathing of this city.
The moon at midnight is particularly beautiful, and so is the quiet night. The passionate night entrusts the stars to the moon, and the moon shares the night with the stars.
The night outside the window is like death. Silence is the best time for people to fall asleep. A few crisp sounds break the tranquility. They are like a gentle and melodious piano music, making people intoxicated...
The foggy night condenses the passing memories. The quiet night is like water, slowly flowing with the traces of time that are far and near; the white mist is like wine, soaked in the past of sadness or joy. The slightly drunk thoughts are stirring.
The slight waves in the heart float up and down memories, clear and fuzzy, painful and happy, "just when they are in my heart, they are on my brows again." Ups and downs, drifting; floating like a dream, like a fake
It's true.
Through the deep night, the vast fog, a pale moon floats in the distant sky, and the faint eyes reveal a little confusion; in this confused eyes, a row of dim street lamps reveal the long road in the distance.
.On a confusing night when everyone is drunk, only the moonlight and the shadow of the lamp seem to still maintain the last bit of sobriety; this last bit of sobriety guides the dim passers-by on the vast distance.
On the road in the distance, in the fog that fills the sky, there are too many scenery that cannot be seen clearly. Perhaps because it is not clear, it becomes more mysterious and becomes the most beautiful hazy beauty in my heart; just like the less you can get, the more you can't see it.
Things become more and more precious when the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the wind is clear and the moon is bright at night, although you can appreciate the shining beauty of the stars, but under this bright moonlight, all the worldly smoke and dust and broken sadness will also disappear.
How can beauty be said to be beautiful when it is exposed in this clear night and tainted with the atmosphere of the world? In the haziness shrouded in mist, many things that you don’t want to see and memories that you don’t want to mention will be obscured by this haze.
The natural beauty of "artistic processing" is even more difficult to let go.