Chapman took a deep breath and put his hand on the handle of the patrol car, it was today.

"Hey Chapman!" someone tapped him on the shoulder, and after turning around, the man with his hand on Chapman's shoulder smiled reluctantly, "Thank you." I'll make it up to you tomorrow. ”

Chapman buried all his feelings in the deepest part and looked at his friend with a smile, "You guys go and leave me a piece of cake." ”

Today is the birthday of Patton Police Chief Cologne, so the police department held a surprise party. Of course, not all of them participated, and the police were very busy. But being able to spend at least two hours with their top boss is an opportunity that many people are fighting for.

Chapman was the one who gave up the opportunity and took the initiative to take on a friend's patrol duty. He smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder, urging, "Go! And don't forget to say something nice about me!"

"I won't forget!" my friend assured with a smile.

Of course, Chapman doesn't take it too seriously, and as a police officer, he doubts that his friends will ever get close to the chief.

&n+.; He opened the door, a standard police car, with blue-and-white stripes and the words BDPD (Patton Police Department) painted on the body. He got into the car, and after a brief distraction, the ease disappeared, and the nervousness and fear ...... The chaotic love xù once again occupied his heart.

Chapman took a deep breath, turned the key, and turned on the radio with trembling fingers, and after a brief noise, the police radio channel was cleared. When Chapman drove out of the Barton Police Station, it was night, and the street lights covered the car windows, "Dispatch Office, Becky First Street, Drunk Trouble......", "Liszt Street, Someone Reported a Stolen Vehicle ......"

Chapman began to patrol.

However, he ignored these and did not respond to any dispatches. He has a clear destination. After all, it's today.

The patrol car drove up Becky Street and turned onto Route 27 south. The bustle of the night was gradually left behind, leaving Betsge, leaving Liszt's range, Chapman continued south. The lights on the windows changed from colorful to monotonous. There was only a warm dusk in the buildings lining the street, and with the streetlights, it crossed Chapman's face.

Mary's Chapel recedes from Chapman's view. Chapman unconsciously slowed down and glanced sideways at the largest church in Barton. He couldn't help it, stopped on the side of the road, and instead of walking towards the church, he began to search for the phone booth, which he didn't find, only saw an open convenience store.

"Do you have a phone?" Chapman walked into the convenience store. With his hands on a belt around his waist, his badge, his baton, and a police revolver with only six bullets hang here. Of course, he's not showing anything, it's just the habitual posture of all police officers.

The young cashier, sitting behind the counter, put down the newspaper in his hand, smiled at the policeman in his early thirties, pointed behind him, and asked casually. "Do you need change?"

Chapman touched his pocket and smiled bitterly. I found a bill of five dolls. The young man quickly handed over the five coins and pointed behind him again.

Chapman thanked him, walked back, and picked up a small bottle of whiskey as he passed the shelves. He needed spirits to soothe his nerves.

Stuffing all five coins into the phone's coin slot may be a subconscious desire to make the call last a little longer.

"Hello, Pierce (Chapman's last name) home. A tired female voice came out of the earpiece.

"It's me. My dear. Chapman tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible.

"Oh, dear. I thought you were on a substitute. The female voice in the earpiece also got rid of her tiredness for a while, with a warm tone.

"Ah, yes. I'm on patrol and they're all on the pie. Chapman twirled the lid of the bottle he had just held with one hand. His thumb was pale from the inconvenient force, but he unscrewed it with one hand, "I just wanted to call and hear your voice." ”

The bottle was raised, and Chapman muffled the sound of swallowing.

There was laughter in the earpiece, and then it turned into worry, "What's wrong, what's going on?"

"Ah, nothing. The back of his hand holding the bottle against Chapman's lips frowned, he really shouldn't have treated the wine in his hand with the rhythm of drinking water, and now his throat felt like it was on fire. He quickly changed the subject, "Where's our baby?"

The alcohol of the spirits began to work, unexpectedly quickly, Chapman unconsciously raised his voice and asked again, "Where's our baby?" ”

"He slept. "The mood in the earpiece has changed and turned into sadness," I hope to have a good dream. ”

"He will. "Maybe it's the effect of alcohol, Chapman's mind is strangely clear. The kind of 'clarity' that can only be seen under the influence of alcohol. It's not good, trust me.

"Hey, dear, I want to hear his voice. Chapman began to make unreasonable demands.

"He just fell asleep. There was a hint of complaint in the voice on the other side of the phone, "I have to go to the hospital tomorrow, he needs to rest." Will you come with us tomorrow?"

The topic seemed to go in a very homely direction, pulling Chapman's mind slightly towards normal.

"I'm sorry, my fault. I had just passed by the church and remembered the priest's words and suddenly wanted to hear your voice. Chapman avoided the topic of tomorrow, and under the influence of alcohol, he was sure that he would not have a tomorrow.

"Oh. The regret in the female voice was very inconspicuous, but she immediately changed to a relaxed tone, "Yes, the priest is right, everything will get better, there will always be a way." There was a deep breath in the earpiece, and he said in a more positive and relaxed tone, "I'm hopeful for tomorrow's check-up, maybe the doctor has a new treatment plan." A qiē will be fine. ”

"Yes. Chapman lifted the bottle in his hand again, he had already figured out a way, "You can rest well, dear." ”

"Stay safe, dear. ”

Hanging up the phone, Chapman walked to the counter. The young cashier looked at the half-bottled whiskey with some embarrassment and kindly reminded, "I hope you don't need to drive." ”

"Don't worry. Chapman waved casually, "My partner is in the car, and we're about to get off work." "It's a lie that is about to be indifferent.

The cashier pouted and settled the bill. Glancing at the policeman, he picked up the newspaper again, and his mind was quickly attracted by the content on the news, many things have happened in Barton City recently, the biggest is Smith's acquisition of Yuri, and the front page of the past few days is the details of the acquisition process every day.

Chapman got into the patrol car. Continue south. It didn't take long for him to reach his destination, the least popular southeastern part of the North End.

Far less bustling than the bars and clubs of Becky, everything here seems to be covered in a layer of gloom. Chapman turned off the irritating police radio and turned on the radio.

In the low bass sound, a hoarse and heavy voice sounded. Chapman frowned, it seemed to be music that had recently become popular from the western side, Goth, seemed to be called that name. The only reason Chapman knows this is why. Some of Barton's avid fans were disturbed by a neighbor's call to the police while they were howling at midnight.

But at this time, the background music doesn't matter, the important thing is that Chapman has found his purpose.

The patrol car slowly pulled towards the side of the road, Chapman turned off all the lights, the bottle that was about to bottom out in his hand was raised again, and a group of people were walking from the corner of the street with their shoulders hooked, they were noisy.

"I heard that the 'General' people are coming out, do you want to have some fun?"

Chapman didn't care what these people were saying. All he needs is that the other party is the dregs of disorderly society, that the other party is drunk, which means that he is more impulsive, and that the other party seems to be ready to go for trouble. That Chapman was a police officer. There are already plenty of reasons to go up and stop it.

Pushing open the door, Chapman walked over to the swaying crowd, "Hey, guys!

"What?" someone in the crowd looked over the side, and Chapman stepped out in the shadows, "Look! I found something, an officer!" He pointed at Chapman and waved his hand ridiculously, "Good morning, officer, what can I do for you?"

Amid the laughter, Chapman, "It's night!

"Wow, whoa!" The man who needed to stand up straight looked left and right at his companion. He had nothing to fear, "Take it easy, officer! you can't insult us at will!"

"I'm just scolding!" Chapman continued to walk towards the crowd, "what can you do to me, you shit!"

"Are you looking for death?" someone in the crowd had already walked out, but he couldn't get close because Chapman's hand was on the holster, "Wait! Relax, officer! We didn't do anything!"

Chapman stared at the person who spoke, "Didn't you? You hit me, attack the police!" Chapman grabbed the butt of his gun and hit the bridge of his nose!

"Hey!" the crowd erupted, "What the are you doing! We didn't touch you at all!"

Shots rang out in the streets, and Chapman opened fire at the yellers.

In the scream, the other party fell to the ground with his knees clutched. Chapman's blood-stained teeth opened, "Now I'm just on the defensive!"

"Crazy!" someone in the crowd shouted, "he's going to shoot again!"

"Do you know now that you're scared! a bunch of garbage!" Chapman said, staring at the crowd that was completely shocked before he could react, "beg for mercy like a bunch of!"

"What the are you talking about?!" his companion still rolled on the ground in pain, and someone glared at Chapman and reached for his lower back.

"Yes!" Chapman said, gun in hand, grim face, "just stand there and let me turn your disgusting face into a pumpkin pie ......"

Before Chapman could finish speaking, he was kicked down, and from behind, the detective, for strange reasons, walked himself into the middle of the crowd......

The streets of the southeast, which were not shrouded in ash, soon returned to calm, leaving a blood-stained body on the corner. It's about to be a corpse.

But.

Chapman now knows that the legend that he will see another version of himself when he is dying is true, because there is now a person who looks exactly like him lying on the ground with him. The other person smiled and asked, "Who am I?"

"Me?" Chapman was helpless, and in this final moment, he hallucinated.

He shouldn't have answered, because right away, he was possessed by the shadow man.

According to the plan, Chapman was supposed to die in the police and receive a large amount of insurance money. Now, uh, he's got a few more days to live. (To be continued......)