a little bit

He was the one who moved first, he bent down, bent his thin waistline, pulled up Duan Yirong's collar on the ground with force, and under Duan Yirong's shocked and unbelievable eyes, he looked like the Hulk throwing Loki , throwing people on each other.

Qiao Qiao pinched his shoulders and twisted a few times. He stood on the spot, tilted his head and smiled, "That's how trash should be treated."

Duan Yirong was supported by someone, he grabbed the other person's hand, and was about to yell at him, when his mouth was held down by a hand, the palm was dry and wide, he said "Mmm", Luo Kuang patted Duan Yirong's head with a smile , "You are too loud."

Duan Yirong stopped screaming, Luo Kuang let him go, he glanced at Luo Kuang, then pointed at Qiao Qiao, "You've ruined this kid for pretending to be a woman to fool me."

"It's just useless?"

Luo Kuang looked at him with hanging eyelids, Duan Yirong was taken aback, "Then what do you want?"

Luo Kuang didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile, Duan Yirong only felt a chill behind him, he stared into Luo Kuang's eyes, took two steps back, and then glanced at Qiao Qiao not far away, he pursed his lips, with difficulty Said: "Whatever you want, handle it cleanly."

"Got it."

As soon as Luo Kuang answered, his body moved.

His speed was very fast, Qiao Qiao watched him come before his eyes, the next second, a silver light flashed, it was the dagger that scratched him before.

Xing Xin also likes to use this kind of short knife. He hides it in his sleeve, and when he bumps his wrist lightly, the blade sticks out.

He looked at the tip that was only a few centimeters away from his eyeball, and leaned back to avoid it.

Outside the alley, a truck passed by, covering all the light, and the field of vision suddenly became dim. In just a short moment, Qiao Qiao suddenly felt a chill on his back, followed by a sharp pain.

His body shook slightly, and he jumped away immediately, the truck drove away, he blinked, his pupils contracted, and raised his hand to block the dagger that was stabbing at him.

He turned his back, swept his right leg low, then turned around, raised his right arm high, and slashed down with a sharp palm.

Luo Kuang received a blow on the shoulder, and Qiao Qiao punched him again, several quick punches almost non-stop, one of which hit Luo Kuang on the cheekbone.

With a beautiful punch, Luo Kuang was cornered. He raised his hand and slashed down with the dagger. Qiao Qiao turned sideways slightly, and a wound was cut on his shoulder. He paused for just a second.

The next moment, he raised his hand and split Luo Kuang's shoulder between his palms. With his wrist down, the small knife hidden in his sleeve swam out as if alive, and pierced Luo Kuang coldly with the shining silver-white blade. In Kuang's neck, a slight push can puncture a blood vessel.

Qiao Qiao took a breath and narrowed his eyes to look at him.

Luo Kuang looked at him amusedly, as if he thought it was a little funny that he could let him be caught without a fight, Qiao Qiao pursed his lips, and lowered his voice, "Who the hell are you? Why do you hinder me from investigating the matter of Anyin Village? Or you Is it... the murderer?"

One question after another, the blade pierced inch by inch, Luo Kuang raised his head slightly, and he asked back: "The murderer? Isn't the murderer already in prison?"

Qiao Qiao gritted his teeth, his body was in a state of eruption and tension at any time, "It's not him."

"Where's the evidence?" Luo Kuang lowered his head, his eyes swept over Qiao Qiao, and fell on one spot, "All the evidence that can prove that the murderer is not him is gone."

Qiao Qiao was taken aback, Luo Kuang was leaning against the wall, with his chin raised, he turned the corner of his mouth towards Qiao Qiao, showing a mischievous smile, and said, "I can't help it."

Qiao Qiao's breathing stopped suddenly, and he exerted force on his palm, so angry that he buried the tip of the knife half an inch, and Luo Kuang groaned.

At this moment, Qiao Qiao's body trembled, and the hand holding the knife trembled. He turned his head and looked at Duan Yirong standing behind him.

Duan Yirong looked at him in a panic, holding the bloody silver fork in his hand, which he had just found in the nearby garbage dump in a panic. The neck was loosened, he clenched the silver fork tightly, raised his hand, and stabbed vigorously several times in a row.

Qiao Qiao didn't seem to feel any pain, he clenched his fists and kicked Duan Yirong away, his jaw tensed.

"Tell me, who is the murderer?"

"He is dead."

Luo Kuang lightly flicked away the knife on the side of his neck, lowered his head, and pressed it against Qiao Qiao's ear.

Then, the sharp blade pierced into Qiao Qiao's back, penetrating inch by inch, and then pulled away.

In an instant, Qiao Qiao seemed to have been drained of all his strength. The knife slipped from his palm. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Luo Kuang, who was smiling.

He felt as if he had done a futile effort.

But it's not completely useless.

He was lying on the ground, curled up in pain, he wasn't dead, or he was, but so what?

He's not afraid at all...

Because he already knew the answer.

…………

Cars came and went outside the alley, neon lights flickered, Luo Kuang left with a panicked Duan Yirong, Luo Kuang's car was parked outside the alley, after getting in, Luo Kuang tore off a corner of his clothes, pressed it on his neck, Stopping the blood, he asked Duan Yirong to take it from the tape on the back seat, tore off a piece, and stuck it on his neck.

Seeing him treating the wound so casually, Duan Yirong couldn't help but look towards the alley. He looked at him in panic, "Is he dead?"

Luo Kuang glanced at the rearview mirror, then slowly turned the steering wheel without answering.

Duan Yirong suddenly grabbed Luo Kuang's arm, the car stopped, Duan Yirong cried and said to him, "Did we kill someone?"

Only then did Luo Kuang look at him, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and the smile that had been on his lips slowly faded away, and he asked, "What are you making such a fuss about? This is your first time?"

Duan Yirong gave a "thud" in his heart, and he said with a hollow voice, "What do you mean?"

"What's the point?"

Luo Kuang looked at him amusedly, started the car, and drove away from the alley. He said, "Don't worry, there is no surveillance here."

"Didn't I mean that? I mean, is he going to die?"

"So what if you're dead?" Luo Kuang asked back, "You care so much about a person's life and death, but why do you want to make life worse than death for some people?"

"what are you saying?"

The atmosphere in the car gradually became calm, Luo Kuang didn't smile, and looked at Duan Yirong blankly, Duan Yirong flinched for no reason, he leaned back, but there was only such a small space in the car, Luo Kuang pulled over and stopped.

Under the street lamp, the shadows of the trees whirled and the light was mottled. Under the light and shadow of Luo Kuang's face, it seemed to be torn apart and divided into several pieces.

"Is it you who tricked Qiu Yi to that place?"

Duan Yirong took a breath, he shrank back subconsciously, leaning his head against the car window, Luo Kuang looked at him, suddenly stretched out his hand, and put his palm next to Duan Yirong's face, he gently brushed away a strand of hair, he said: "Tell me Me, what have you done?"

Silence silence or silence...

Duan Yirong remained silent, Luo Kuang's hands slowly moved down from his cheeks, rested on his neck, and tightened little by little.

Duan Yirong held his breath, the pressure on his throat frightened him, he said with difficulty: "You were hired by my father to protect me, you can't..."

"What can't I do? Can't kill you?"

Luo Kuang smiled lightly, he leaned over and whispered in his ear: "It seems that you don't understand me at all."

The hand on the neck slowly tightened, Duan Yirong blushed, he looked at Luo Kuang, saw himself struggling in his dark eyes, his hand was struggling to grasp Luo Kuang, he leaned his neck, The top of his head was pressed against the glass, his body was consumed little by little, his limbs gradually relaxed, at this moment, Luo Kuang let him go.

Duan Yirong suddenly went limp, trembling all over, looking down at his feet.

After a long time, maybe not so long, Duan Yirong panted, and said in a hoarse voice: "That's Xingxin's friend, you know, I have been at odds with him for a long time, but I can't touch him, but that little The assistant's son is something I can touch."

"So... what did you do?"

"I took him to a party and gave him a shot of something new, and he was... happy, relaxed, and... I thought it was over, but I didn't expect..."

Luo Kuang lowered his voice, "What didn't you expect?"

"I didn't expect that they would be interested in him."

Those people played with everything, it was a pool party, he injected Qiu Yi with the half-needle thing, seeing Qiu Yi slowly getting excited, having fun with the people around him, he didn't pay attention Qiu Yi thought that when the time came, he would send him back, so that he could play together in the future, and let Xing Xin know that his best friends were all on his side.

Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he saw Qiu Yi being pressed by someone by the pool, the water surged up in waves, and the people beside him were all laughing, what were they doing, he walked forward step by step, and saw Qiu Yi who was lying on his stomach begging for mercy.

That's just the beginning...

It wasn't what he wanted, but it was he who made the beginning.

Duan Yirong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with a complicated expression on his face, "They took a photo and used this to threaten Qiu Yi, so that he can't speak out and continue to cooperate with them."

"The relationship lasted for a year until Xingxin found out, he called the police, and all of us were sent back to China."

Duan Yirong lowered his head, he clenched his fists, and after speaking in a low voice, his body gradually softened.

What Luo Kuang asked him to say was something he didn't want to recall, but could forget. He looked at Luo Kuang and cried, "Have you finished listening? Tell me, who are you? What do you want to do?"

Luo Kuang looked at him sideways, and smiled, and said, "You are really stupid and wicked."

Under Duan Yirong's watchful eye, he slowly took out the recorder from his pocket, threw it lightly, and the small recording device turned upside down in his palm.

Duan Yirong looked at him in surprise, and Luo Kuang said to him, "I want you to understand that tit for tat is just the beginning."

………………

In the dim light of the morning, Xingxin stood at the window, looking at the sky outside.

The whole morning, he stood like this, not knowing what he was waiting for. He turned around slowly until the nurse came to see him. What is the window for? The injury is not healed yet?"

Xingxin sat on the bed, the nurse took his temperature, and his ear was pinched, he turned his head and asked softly, "Do you know the person in this ward above me?"

"Hmm, what's up?"

"What were you doing upstairs last night? I couldn't sleep because of the noise."

The nurse paused and frowned, "You made a mistake, no one from the upstairs ward came back last night."

"Didn't come back?"

"His friend is also a patient in our hospital. The two of them were hospitalized together. One didn't come back. The other was in a hurry and they called the police. They haven't been found yet."

As the nurse said, she took down the thermometer and glanced at it, "It's 36 degrees, no fever, you should be able to go back this afternoon."

Xing Xin didn't say a word, he sat on the bed, motionless, the nurse gave him a strange look, collected his things and left.

Xingxin stood up and walked to the door. Two prison guards were talking outside the door. He paused and turned back from the door. He pursed his lips and put his hands on his stomach. He looked at the window with his eyes fixed on on top.

Yesterday, that little reporter turned over from the window with a bright smile and said, "Then I'm leaving."

Then, it disappeared from his eyes.

It felt terrible, like there was still a bunch of things that hadn't been said or done, and it had come to an end.

However, whoever allowed it, it ended like this.

Xingxin walked to the window step by step, he opened the curtains, held the window sill with his left hand, his stiff fingers tightened a little bit, at this moment, the door was opened.

Pushing the cart, the nurse walked in, but thankfully, she didn't turn around.

He stood at the window, the nurse glanced at him, and closed the door behind his back.

"Xingxin..."

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Xingxin opened his eyes wide. He turned his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at Qiao Qiao dressed as a nurse in surprise.

"you……"

Qiao Qiao took a step forward, took Xingxin's cold hand, pulled him to the side of the bed, and said in a low voice, "I lied to the prison guard that I got in because I hadn't done an inspection. This is for you...Xingxin , you misunderstood him."

He stuffed a black recording pen into Xingxin's hand, and Xingxin looked at him blankly, "What is this?"

Qiao Qiao paused and said, "An explanation."

…………

Qiao Qiao thought it would end like this last night, but he didn't expect someone to turn back the same way.

He was pulled up from the ground, he was so dizzy that he couldn't see clearly, he just remembered being dragged for a long distance, and then fell to a place, the smell of disinfectant was tangy, he coughed loudly, and suddenly After being stuffed into something, the body relaxes.

When he woke up, he saw Luo Kuang.

When Qiao Qiao saw him, he thought that the brother's stabbing was not enough, and planned to make up for it again.

Unexpectedly, Luo Kuang gave him a black recording pen without doing anything.

He said: "You give this to Xingxin, Qiu Yi cares about his opinion the most, I don't want him to die in peace."

"What is this? Who is Qiu Yi?"

"Xingxin's best friend."

Qiao Qiao couldn't help but clenched the things in his hand, Luo Kuang said to him: "This is Duan Yirong's explanation, about his...that experience."

That experience?

Qiao Qiao knew it, and he also knew that Xing Xin should be very concerned about his friend who did these things. He looked down at the recording pen in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Luo Kuang suspiciously.

Qiao Qiao didn't understand what Luo Kuang was thinking. Since he did this, why didn't he just say it outright and stab himself.

"What do you want to do? Don't kill me?"

Luo Kuang listened, tilted his head and smiled, and he answered irrelevantly: "Do you like Xingxin?"

Qiao Qiao was taken aback, and Luo Kuang said slowly, "Hate the house and Wu, who made you a newcomer? I just want to beat you up just because you are unhappy."

Luo Kuang looked at him sideways, and saw Qiao Qiao's expression startled, then a shy smile appeared on that pretty face, and he heard him say shyly, "I'm not his man yet, but I will be in the future."

Luo Kuang was stunned, and he really couldn't connect the little nymphomaniac in front of him with the tough look before him.

With a complicated expression, he left a sentence, "I will leave the things to you." Then he was about to leave.

Qiao Qiao looked at his back and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Luo Kuang smiled loosely, his back slightly bent, turned his head, looked at Qiao Qiao loosely, and opened the corner of his mouth: "Have you heard the story of the farmer and the snake? I am the snake picked up by Qiu Yi .”

…………

"At that time, Qiu Yi cried and said to me, please, let me tell Xingxin that things are not what he thought, but how is it possible? How could I... for a dog..."

The voice in the recorder stopped abruptly, followed by a series of tearing sounds, like tearing tape, Xingxin lowered his head, and pressed pause. Qiao Qiao had already listened to the content in the recorder before.

But even so, when I listen to it the second time, I still feel breathless.

He held Xingxin's trembling hand, he wrapped his arms around Xingxin's shoulder, and carefully stuck it on, shoulder to shoulder, the temperature of the two gradually melted together.

He didn't dare to speak, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and there was a guess rolling in his heart.

After a long silence, Qiao Qiao put his hand on Xingxin's shoulder, and he asked, "Could it be him?"

Xing Xin didn't answer, Qiao Qiao said again: "If it's really him, I'll go find... the rest of the information, I..."

"No, you've already brought me the most important thing."

Xingxin pulled Qiao Qiao's hand away, "If he really gave me medicine, then killed everyone, and finally blamed me, I have nothing to say."

"Why have nothing to say, this size is one size? How can you just admit it like that?"

Qiao Qiao became agitated all of a sudden, he grabbed Xingxin's wrist, and pulled it towards him, Xingxin's body was lifted forward, and fell on top of him.

Qiao Qiao snorted, and when Xing Xin remembered, he was pulled back again, and he covered Qiao Qiao, his body changed from rigid to slack.

Neither of them moved, they stuck tightly together.

Like a gull flying low over the thin ice in winter.

Xingxin hugged him and buried his head on the side of his neck. Soon, moist and warm tears overflowed, and Qiao Qiao was shocked.

He took a deep breath, but still gritted his teeth, and said: "I don't care who killed those people in Anyin Village, anyway, it's not the last moment, you...you can't give up on me."

"Life and death are not determined by God. I can change the past, and I can also change life and death. You have to believe in me, and I will restore everything to its original position."

No one can stop me, no one can.

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The next chapter wraps up 2016, love you guys