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"Hello, Xue Mo." In front of Xue Mo, a figure exactly like himself was greeting him, with a strange smile on his lips.

"Who are you?" Xue Mo looked at the other person warily. This person was very familiar, but also very strange.

"I am Xue Mo." The man raised his head with a smile and showed a confident smile: "It's just that I'm not like you. I'm much stronger than you."

"Who are you?" Xue Mo casually groped around, trying to find something to defend himself.

"Are you nervous?" The man smiled and pressed closer to Xue Mo: "You are still so easy to panic."

"Get away!" Xue Mo touched a stick, and as if he had grasped hope, Xue Mo used all his strength to hit the person in front of him.

"Hahahahaha!" The figure in front of him was smashed away, but a burst of laughter came from Xue Mo's own mouth: "You are still so childish and weak."

…

"You are still so childish and weak."

"You're talking nonsense!" Wang Ju waved his arms desperately, trying to drive away the figure in front of him.

This person has not been seen for more than ten years, but he will always be deeply imprinted in Team Wang's mind.

"What? The poor boy wants to find someone to support him? What a pity, why did you find a subordinate to be your supporter? Now he still needs you and is willing to support you. When he is equal to you, or even higher than you , do you think he will still help you? Hahaha, that’s ridiculous!”

"I don't rely on others, I can go up step by step myself."

Wang Ju glared at the figure in front of him.

This man was once a popular figure in the police academy, the son of a high-ranking official, a man who stepped out of school and rose to prominence.

He was also Wang Ju’s former love rival.

"You?" The man laughed loudly: "Forget it, forget it, you didn't even dare to confess your love at that time, and you still wanted to get ahead on your own? It was a wishful thinking!"

The man smiled extremely arrogantly, and in his contemptuous eyes, Wang Ju was like a toy of his, not worthy of his eyes at all.

"What? I'm still thinking about that... that... ah, what's the name of that one?" The man pointed his forehead with his index finger: "Sorry, I've played with so many toys that I really can't remember the name, hahaha, I'm sorry. Feel sorry!"

"You! Cough cough cough cough!" Wang Ju's blood surged up and he began to cough violently.

"What? You still miss her, then you can go find her. Maybe...she is ready to become a good person now, maybe."

"Cough cough cough cough!"

…

"It's all you, it's all because of you that your sister died."

"Why, why, she is your biological sister, how could you do it!"

"Why are you still alive! You loser!"

"Because I am a demon from hell." Satan showed a disdainful smile: "How could I die so easily? The only ones who will die are your angels and your babies."

"Devil, you should fall to the eighteenth level of hell! You should die for your sister!"

"Devil, get out of this house! You evil star!"

"Devil, you have done all the bad things, and you will be punished by God in the future!"

"Okay, I'm leaving." Satan silently picked up his luggage and left the house.

The moment the door closed, in a corner where no one could see, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down.

"If you want to leave, I'll leave, you guys, stay..."

…

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Old Liu looked at the big hand in front of him and suddenly seemed to be back when he was a child.

This is a dream.

Old Liu knew that this was a dream.

"Master, why do you say, 'Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately'?" Young Liu curiously asked the bald man in coarse cloth in front of him.

"Because putting down the butcher's knife and no longer killing people is a great thing for everyone." The big man smiled and touched the head of young Liu.

"But...even if they put down their butcher's knife, they are still bad people." Old Liu tilted his head and asked: "Are the good people who have been doing good worse than the bad people who have reformed?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" His father slapped Lao Liu on the back of the head: "The prodigal son will always return with gold!"

"Hahaha." The master smiled and looked at Lao Liu's father: "Your son is not simple. He can break through the world's ignorance with one word."

"Child." The master knelt down and said, "You are absolutely right. The best people in this world are those who have always done good deeds, but the best people in the hearts of people are those who have reformed."

"Why?" Young and old Liu was full of doubts.

"Because people's hearts are like this..."

Because that's the way people's hearts are.

The master's words seemed to be in my ears.

In the dream, Lao Liu shed two lines of tears.

…

"I'm not going back!" Zhao Feng slammed the car door and strode away.

"Master, you must go back with me." The leader of several strong men in black quickly caught up with Zhao Feng: "Master, I have given a death order this time and I must take you back."

"Why!" Zhao Feng roared filial piety: "Why do I have to go back to that gloomy and impersonal house!"

"You said your home is a gloomy old house?" At some point, someone among the strong men had dialed Zhao Feng's father's phone number.

"Dad! Why do you have to let me go back!" Although Zhao Feng was also yelling at the phone, he obviously lost a lot of momentum and confidence in his voice.

"If I don't let you come back, will you be allowed to fool around outside!" Zhao's father's words were full of sternness: "Come back now, or get out of the Zhao family!"

"Is being a detective fooling around?" Zhao Feng was puzzled: "Although being a detective is not a profession that can make a lot of money, can't becoming a famous detective be called a dream?"

"If you want to play the detective game, you can come back and play. There are plenty of resources and connections at home to play house with you!" Zhao's father's voice was cold: "But don't go out and embarrass yourself! Do you know how much negative impact your last break-in to the Ministry of Public Security brought to the family!"

"I!" Zhao Feng was speechless when he mentioned this: "I'm sorry, Dad, I was impulsive before."

"Impulsive? Do you know how many connections the family almost lost because of your impulsive words! Do you know that because of your impulsive words, your grandfather personally went to plead for you! In a word, go home honestly!"

"I won't!" When it comes to going home, Zhao Feng is extremely reluctant: "I won't go back, I won't cause trouble again, but I won't go home either!"

"3053, bring him back to me!" Zhao's father's voice sounded from the phone.

"Yes, Master." The leading black-clad man pressed closer to Zhao Feng: "Let's go, Master, it's time to go home."

"No! I won't go!" When Zhao Feng woke up, the quilt behind him was completely soaked.

"Alas, that incident... Don't let it happen again."