In an old community in Yongzhou City, the fourth floor of an old residential building full of creepers outside the wall is different from others, and the space of windows and anti-theft windows is full of all kinds of potted plants. Behind it was an open window, and the white gauze curtain rolled slightly with the wind, and occasionally a figure could be seen, walking behind the curtain.

Maybe it's because of the curtains, and although the sun is shining outside, it's still a little dark inside. The furnishings in the room are simple, a bed, a cupboard, and a dresser. On the dresser, there is a jewelry box and a row of wigs, both of length and color.

A man dressed very old, with a mop and hunched over, carefully swept every inch of the floor in the room. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound next door, as if something had shattered glass. As if frightened, the man threw the mop in his hand and ran towards the sound.

Although it is not yet summer, the weather is already very warm, and it is no longer cold to wear a pair of long sleeves. But in a wheelchair, she was still wrapped in a thick sweater, and she wore a beige hat on her head, and there was no thick hair under the brim. Her face was very pale, very white and weak, and she could not see any blood. At her feet in front of her was a shattered glass, stained with water.

The man ran over, anxiously picked up her hand, looked left and right, saw that she was not injured, relieved, and looked at her whole body again before she was completely relieved.

"If you fall, you fall, and tomorrow I'll go buy a plastic cup, and I'm not afraid of falling. The man looked up at her as he picked up the shards of glass on the floor, and forced a smile on his face.

A lot of tears suddenly welled up in the woman's sunken eyes because of her thinness, as if the embankment had burst, and she fell to the ground. The man panicked, just picked up half of the glass shards and threw them away, raised his hand to wipe her face, and was afraid that there would be slag on his hand, so he rubbed and rubbed his pants hard, and then carefully held her face, gently wiped his thumb under her eyelids, and whispered softly: "Fool, why are you crying again?"

When the words came out, he couldn't help but redden.

The woman's eyes were bright and bright, though her face was as gray as the trunk of a withered plane tree. She looked at him in a daze, tears gushing harder, half loud, and finally whimpered, and then howled.

The man carefully hugged her into his arms, and as soon as he closed his eyes, tears rolled down.

"Promise me, let's go, don't stay with me anymore. The woman closed her eyes, hid the heart-rending pain in her eyes, gritted her teeth, and spoke.

The man's body trembled, and he hugged her hand, unable to hold back any longer, and tightly clamped her to his chest. He was afraid of touching the dialysis wound under her armpit, but he was even more afraid that if he didn't hold it tightly, the woman in his arms would be gone. He couldn't live without her. He couldn't live without her, like a kite that had lost its string and couldn't find its way home.

"I'm running out of time, and I don't want you to look at my worst. The woman tried to make her tone sound calmer, but the tears betrayed her will and became more and more turbulent.

The man shook his head like a rattle, and the woman shook with him, as if it were about to fall apart, and the hat suddenly fell off, revealing that all she had left was a few sparse yellow hairs, which lay softly on top of her head.

The hat that had fallen had rolled down in the water stains, and there was a withered yellow hair that had just fallen off on it.

The woman glanced at it, closed it again, and another stream of tears welled up in her eyes. She used to have long hair to the waist, and once she walked in front of him, and the jet-black hair gently stroked at the hips and waist, always hooking his gaze. However, what he was once most obsessed with is now gone, just like her life, as if it was overnight, and she can never be found again.

Love is a very strange thing, she has had many people chasing her, but she has not fallen in love with any of them. Until that day, when she walked in front of him, he suddenly caught up with her and stopped her, but he was ashamed to say a word, and he stood for a long time before he finally said a word. He asked her, is your hair real?

She smiled. So, she fell in love with him. After being together, he always likes to hug her from behind, and then bury his head in her hair, deeply intoxicated, as if there is a special fragrance in her hair, which can make him fascinated. But she has always used the cheapest shampoo, which exudes an inferior fragrance, sweats, and always has a sour smell of sweat. But he just likes it.

Now, the hair that fascinated him is gone. So what other reason does he have to stay?

She wanted to push him away, but the long time of dialysis had already made her weak, her hands and feet were weak, and it would be difficult to stand even for a few minutes, and how could she struggle to open his hug so hard. However, she really didn't want to drag him down anymore. In the six months of the onset, she watched herself slowly change from a beautiful woman to this unhuman and ghostly appearance, and also looked at him, from always sunny and grinning to deep and haggard, half a year, he has aged a lot, he is only in his early thirties, and now he looks like he is in his forties, which is far more painful than seeing his hair gradually withering and yellowing from the mirror, falling off one by one.

She was tired.

"Let's go, okay? The woman's voice was so soft that it seemed like a feather falling to the ground, but when it fell into the man's ear, it was like a glass of water had just broken on the ground.

He was terrified, she never said a word, she was always so strong. But now, she said she begged him to leave.

My heart hurts like a knife.

"Why? I've already raised the money, I'll get it tomorrow, we still have a chance, can we hold on a little longer?" the man was terrified like a child.

"I'm tired, I'm really tired, I don't want to hold on anymore. The woman opened her eyes and looked at the face that she never got tired of looking at every day. He's really old, and he has gray hair on his sideburns. But he's still so young.

The man was stunned, looked at her, and suddenly realized that she had really decided to give up this time.

"And what should I do?" he asked her, tears sliding into his mouth, full of bitterness.

The woman raised her hand and gently stroked his face, her fingers drawing from the eyebrows to the corners of her mouth, and carefully copied every place, and the affection in her eyes made his heart seem to be splitting inch by inch.

"You're still young and so good, and I'm sure there's a woman waiting for you. You will be happy. “

"No, I won't. He retorted so firmly, and he suddenly stood up and looked down at her, a gaze that was stubborn, stubborn enough to frighten her.

"I won't leave you, and I won't let you die! My happiness can only be given to me, so don't you want to escape!" the man said, turned around and squatted down to quickly pick up the broken glass, and then went out.

The woman sat in a wheelchair, listening to the sound of the door closing, closed her eyes, and suddenly her other hand was spread out, and a piece of crystal glass inside shone brightly.

When he returned, she was still sitting there, except that the water stain in front of the wheelchair had turned red.

He was so stunned that he forgot to cry.

When it was dark, the wind blew the white curtains in the room, and the street lights outside the window rolled in, and he suddenly got up, walked to another room, found the mobile phone on the bedside table, and dialed a number.

"It's me. Did the money call?" In the darkness, his voice was so calm that it made people's hearts bristle.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to be shirking, he lost patience and said, "I want to see the money by eight o'clock tomorrow morning." If you don't receive it, then don't blame me for being unkind. I heard that the Wang team of the Public Security Bureau has been investigating the homicide case. “

"I don't care what method you use, remember, eight o'clock, not a single point. After the man hung up the phone, he walked back to the room, he turned on the light, picked the woman out of the wheelchair, and walked to the bathroom.

Tonight, it seems to be unusually dark. Wang Shigen, with four plainclothes and hunched over, was sneaking towards three bungalows not far away in the night.

The dog's parents were kept there.

The five of them quickly arrived nearby, found a hidden place, and squatted down. Wang Shigen asked the person next to him softly: "Where is it?"

One of them pointed to the one on the far left and said, "That." “

"Are you sure there are only three people?" Wang Shigen asked again, uneasy.

"I'm sure. The person who spoke just now nodded confidently.

"Okay, then follow what we agreed before, and be sure to ensure the safety of the target's life. After Wang Shigen finished speaking, the group moved.

But before they could stand up straight, suddenly the sound of a car engine was heard not far away. Wang Shigen hurriedly suppressed them and hibernate again.

Soon, two cars drove to the front of the house, and two of the people who got out of the car were recognized by Wang Shigen as Sun City's bodyguards.

Wang Shigen frowned, why did these people come here at this time?

As soon as these people got out of the car, they entered the middle room, and it didn't take long for them to take two old men out, followed by three people, just like the plainclothes one said before, they were indeed only three people.

But now there are seven of them.

"Team Wang, what should I do, do I want to go on or not?" asked Wang Shigen softly in plainclothes beside him.

Wang Shigen hesitated, seven people, the two bodyguards must have guns, there are only five of them here, although Wang Shigen is confident that the people he brought will definitely be able to beat them, but he can't guarantee the safety of the two old men in the conflict. If something goes wrong with these two people, don't talk about their conscience, there may be an accident on the dog's side. Gu Qingyuan's case can no longer have any mistakes.

But if they don't, once the person is taken away, it will be difficult for them to snatch it back, unless it is a showdown with Lao Hei, but this is the next strategy, and it may not be successful.

To go up or not to go?

When Wang Shigen was still hesitating, the plainclothes next to him suddenly urged him: "Team Wang, quickly decide, they are going to get in the car." “

"Up!" Wang Shigen made up his mind in an instant. At this time, I can only take a hand, "Sanzi and Xiao Li, cover the old man." “

"Good!"