Hidden Assassin

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, A 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 clues that could be vaguely touched were broken in the air and disappeared without a trace.

The case couldn't be solved, New Year's Eve was here again, and everyone was on holiday. She was like a child abandoned on the street, feeling empty and without a trace. In fact, it wasn't mainly because of the case. She didn't have many friends here. Everyone left one after another in the morning. She didn't know where to go. Could she go home and watch TV series? So she sat there all afternoon. The case was reviewed several times in the empty office.

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 - a very bourgeois mood.

So I happily sorted out files in the office until 5:30, called my family and a few friends to say hello and wish me a happy new year, and then I 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 cart selling sugar-roasted chestnuts was still parked in the snow.

Should I ask him to go back...

Such thoughts flashed through my mind. She then shook her head. I stepped on the accelerator and left. Even if I ran over and said it, it would probably be in vain. If I pushed his car and left, I would have to risk being hit by a shovel. It would be really weird to meet him when he was a little normal and able to communicate. It's difficult.

The night before yesterday, she heard the other party speak suddenly, and after a slight hesitation. The first thing she took the time to ask was the other party's name, and it was indeed effective. After listening to her inquiry, the fool hesitated at the door of the bedroom for a long time. After rubbing his forehead with his hand, he said three words hoarsely. word, but no matter how you ask after that. The other party didn't respond at all and went back to the world of contemplation, but this at least proved that the other party was not actually stupid. It should be some kind of mental illness caused by headaches.

Thinking about it, that name is extremely simple and ordinary. There are countless people in China named... Gu Jiaming... No wonder it sounds familiar to me. ^^Jun.Zi.Tang.Shou.Fa^^I guess I have heard of people with this name before...

All the way home, after changing clothes, I took out all kinds of meat and vegetables that I had stored up in the refrigerator. During the New Year, it would have been ideal to make a small hot pot to eat by myself, but the problem was that there was no stove for making small hot pot, so I had to give up and watch TV and wait for dark while selecting and washing vegetables, and then put the chopping board like that. Chop chop chop chop on the coffee table, and wait until the Spring Festival Gala starts to prepare everything one by one. One by one in small bowls. It's pleasing to the eye after watching it, based on her experience. All the fun of the Spring Festival Gala is behind us, 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. A small bowl, 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 put on her 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. …

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 alone? She carried potato chips and walked 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 setting off fireworks can be seen on the roadside. Walking alone on the street with fireworks rising, it feels quite a bit like MTV. The feeling of the heroine is often that of a very romantic love story. At the moment, I can only comfort myself in my heart. Originally, I didn't feel very hungry. The more I ate potato chips, the emptier I felt.

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 is not heavy, but it seems that it will not stop for a while. If I run back like this, I will be soaked in water. Now I really feel 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 was just like that on the corner of the food 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. (Junzitang's first post)

"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 keep out the rain. She walked to the inside. The man was sitting on an upright wooden box and was loading chestnuts into a paper bag. Mu Qingqing went over and turned the wooden box horizontally and divided it into half. He sat down and then 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 rained when I ran 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 felt like memories again, and he sighed slightly, and after a long while, he started to speak again.

"I remember that you used to keep your head down... But I know the person in charge of setting off these fireworks. He has a relative in the city government who has connections. He sets off these fireworks every year. Hundreds of thousands, for one vote. I just rested for the whole year. 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. There were only two people sitting on the box next to the car. Perhaps because the other party didn't listen at all, Mu Qingqing ate chestnuts and occasionally talked about a few words, talking about some messy past events, such as teasing his sister when he was a child, and a boyfriend he had had who later changed his mind and flirted with her. Coming to Yujiang was actually framed by someone, and so on. On nights like this. The two of them were facing away from each other, and their words were lost in the fireworks and drizzle...

The stall still closes on time at ten o'clock. The two pushed the cart through the streets with mottled lights and shadows. 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, Jiaming finally lifted it in. The fire was lit in the room, and Mu Qingqing started cooking in the living room with some unfamiliarity. He was cutting chestnuts next to him, and 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, he rushed out of the kitchen, the flames rose in front of his eyes, and the dishes in the pot were thrown up smoothly. I saw the man named Gu Jiaming holding a spatula and stretching his right hand towards her.

She was stunned for a moment, and then handed over the chili powder in her hand. In the following time, she watched the dishes coming out one after another, and the room was filled with aroma. Although she had prepared these dishes and ingredients, but due to the lack of Easy to communicate with, even if she is next to you, there is nothing you 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. Roasted chestnuts with sugar. She took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, and handed one of them to the man who was about to go back to cutting chestnuts after washing the pot. Then she dragged him to the sofa and gestured hard.

"Let's eat together."

After finally convincing him to pick up the chopsticks, Mu Qingqing consciously grasped some of the secrets of communication. Naturally, she had to try her luck to wait for him to speak clearly, but as long as she pushed him to a certain position and held on for a while, He would also do certain things naturally. She estimated 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 around 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 can'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 where you were from that day, Gu Jiaming... I think I should find time to check for you..."

"Perhaps you still have family, parents, relatives, friends, girlfriend and so on... Well, you look stupid and stupid, and you are not very handsome. 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 trembling 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. A bunch of 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 her arms were 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, and the medicine failed to be administered. In fact, it was probably unclear whether it was of any use. Just like the time on the dangerous floor, after the pain passed, 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 only half past four in the morning, her mouth was dry, she struggled in bed for a while, and finally got up.

Opening the bedroom door, the street lamp reflected light on the snow and shone in through the window. It was silvery. The living room had been completely restored to tidiness. The dishes and ingredients had been put away, and the spatula and even the stove had been put away. Gone was the man named Gu Jiaming sitting by the window, looking out the window motionlessly. She walked over quietly, knelt down next to him, and looked at the side face.

"Let me take you to the hospital for a checkup sometime, okay?"

There was a power outage yesterday, and they said some branches broke the wires, etc. This morning I just typed more than a thousand words, 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, I opened the door and 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...

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