"You can't forget, even until you die, you can't forget."
"Your destiny has been determined since you were born, and that is..."
The old voice in my mind keeps repeating, but I just can't hear the most crucial words...
What cannot be forgotten? What is my destiny?
"Creak, creak, creak"
The fragile wooden bed could hardly bear Xiao Chen's weight. With rapid breathing and a solemn expression, Xiao Chen woke up from that strange dream again. He was sweating profusely, panting, and the result was the same.
Yes, he still hasn’t dreamed of the ending of that story. Does his so-called destiny really exist?
"If I remember it well, this should be the hundredth time I've had this dream. Damn, it's so painful!" Xiao Chen sat up and touched the alarm clock beside him. It was already half past seven in the morning, and then
After cursing a few words, he got up and entered the bathroom.
This is a house with three bedrooms and two living rooms. It is indeed a bit big for Xiao Chen alone. In fact, he only uses the relatively small one on the north side. The other two rooms have been moved until now.
I've been here for a few months and haven't gone in a few times. It's probably full of dust inside.
At 8:05, Xiao Chen appeared in the hall wearing a bath towel. Standing in front of the mirror, Xiao Chen's eyes were not focused on himself in the mirror. His thoughts were still on that strange dream.
"What kind of strange dream was that? It's been five years and I've had it a hundred times. It seems like it's time to ask the old man." Xiao Chen murmured to himself.
The "old man" in Xiao Chen's mouth is his adoptive father, Xie Dong. Xiao Chen has been an orphan since he was a child and grew up in the countryside. Five years ago, when Xie Dong passed by Xiao Chen's hometown, he took Xiao Chen out and provided for him.
He went to school and paid for all his expenses, but only Xiao Chen knew what he had gone through in the past five years. He had very complicated emotions towards Xie Dong, his nominal adoptive father.
There was an old-fashioned Nokia 1600 placed on the cedar coffee table in the lobby. The paint on the edges of the phone was almost peeled off, and the buttons were already gray and the numbers on the keys were no longer clearly visible. He took off the bath towel around his waist and Xiao Chen was naked.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was 1.82 meters tall, with a resolute face like an axe, a strong nose, and eight-pack abs. I nodded with satisfaction, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.
Smiling. He picked up the Nokia 1600 and dialed an unnamed number on it.
"Ah, um." As soon as the call was connected, unhealthy voices came from the other side. Apparently the men and women over there were engaging in super-friendship behaviors.
"Brother Dong, you are so awesome." A woman screamed, making her hair grow greasy.
"Don't move yet, my son called me." A neutral male voice came from the other end of the phone. Listening to this voice, you may never imagine that this Xie Dong is already over sixty years old, and
Listening to the battle situation on the other end of the phone, it was obvious that it was not something a normal sixty-year-old man could bear, "You brat, you are disturbing me so early in the morning. If you have anything to say, please tell me!"
"Damn, don't call me son! You're not afraid of dying early!" Xiao Chen cursed angrily, and then said seriously, "I have something to ask you. I'll meet you at the same place at Sunshine Bar at three o'clock in the afternoon."
"Okay!" Xie Dong's voice also became serious, "Just in time, I also have something to tell you."
"Well, okay, hang up. I wish you impotence soon!" Xiao Chen cursed and hung up the phone.
Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the firmness below him, Xiao Chen murmured, "Brother, I can't help you! Let you relax at night!"
At 3:30 in the afternoon, on the central street of Linghai City, an old Jialing motorcycle, with a heavy roar, passed through it like an arrow. The rider of the motorcycle was a man wearing a black helmet.
tall boy.
Zhou Daqi, 52 years old, is currently a traffic police officer in Xihu District, Linghai City. He has been in this position for nearly 20 years. This afternoon it is his turn to be on duty in the surveillance video room again.
"Tsk, tsk, this guy's driving skills are getting better and better. He crossed the small truck in front by two centimeters and drifted 180 degrees to the limit!" Zhou Daqi stared lazily at the Jialing motorcycle on the screen.
Since a car appeared in the West Lake District five years ago, it has become a hot topic among the traffic police here. The boy driving the car is an extremely skilled, extremely arrogant, and extremely obscene young man. Although he has committed numerous violations,
drive.
At first, the traffic police would cheerfully issue a ticket to this kid, and would bring him into the police station when the traffic disruption was serious. However, every time the kid went in for less than five minutes, the leaders of the police station would laugh at him.
Hehehe sent it out many times, and no one would do this thankless task, so much so that a funny threat was circulated among the traffic police in Xihu District.
"If you don't work hard, I'll ask you to watch that black car this afternoon!"
Xiao Chen's eyes were aimed at the red light in front. Three cars were parked at the intersection in front of him, waiting for the red light to pass. Xiao Chen looked at the old-fashioned electronic watch on his right hand. It was three thirty-eight, the distance agreed with the old man.
The good time is only two minutes.
"Damn it, it seems like it's not illegal!" A strange smile appeared on Xiao Chen's lips, and he dared this kid to think that the speeding driver in front of him and drifting on the street were not illegal.
"Boom, boom, boom..." Jia Ling's engine started again, and the grand roar startled the drivers of the three cars in front. They all rolled down their side windows and stuck their heads out, "Whoo!" The three of them saw
A black shadow floated over his head, and then a black motorcycle appeared in front of his car. He regarded the red light as dirt and whizzed past.
"Damn, you're just showing off! You're not afraid of scaring people to death!"
"You crashed my BMW, I'm so stupid!" Before the man could curse him, his mouth felt like an explosion, and blood and teeth were mixed with him and he spat it out.
"@#(percent sign)"
...
Zhou Ziyi, 22 years old this year, has just graduated from Linghai Jiaotong University. When she was in college, she was trained as one of the beautiful traffic police girls. After graduation, she was temporarily assigned to the traffic police in Beihu District, Linghai City with her excellent results.
Team internship. Like Zhou Daqi's job, Zhou Ziyi's current job is to stare at the monitoring room in Beihu District every day while on duty, and occasionally go outside to do duty. However, her work attitude is different from that of Zhou Daqi. She is on duty from 2 p.m.
From the beginning, it has been almost two hours now, and Zhou Ziyi's beautiful big eyes have never left those dozen surveillance screens.
"Who is this person? How can he overtake like this!" The time turned to 3:38, and Zhou Ziyi had a panoramic view of Xiao Chen's speeding scene. As a newcomer who had just joined the police force for less than ten days, he encountered
Seeing this situation, Zhou Ziyi was very excited and immediately took out the walkie-talkie on her body and contacted the traffic police member outside, Li Fu.
"Brother Fu, Brother Fu, there is a situation outside. That black old Jialing motorcycle is speeding in violation of regulations. Go and catch him!" Zhou Ziyi was so excited that she didn't care about anything else and rushed out of the monitoring office.
Li Fu was on duty at the intersection duty booth at this time. He didn't see the scene of Xiao Chen overtaking, but hearing Zhou Ziyi's voice still made him feel refreshed. After all, in such a hot summer, in the police force
The presence of such a beautiful colleague was extremely attractive to a single man like himself who was nearly thirty years old. But when he poked his head out, he immediately pulled back.
"Damn it, I can't offend this guy." Xiao Chen's reputation is well-known in the traffic police team. Not only himself, but even the captain of the Beihu Traffic Police Team didn't dare to arrest him.
The young team members didn't dare to grab the tiger's butt.
"Brother Fu, why are you still sitting here? Didn't I tell you to chase that black speeding car?" Zhou Ziyi quickly arrived at Li Fu's duty room and saw Li Fu's fat body leaning on the back chair.
He went up, motionless, holding a newspaper in his hand and reading it with gusto.
"Hey, sister Ziyi, why do you have time to see Brother Fu and me? Do you want to invite me to dinner? Book a place, don't worry I won't refuse you." Li Fu put down the newspaper with a smile.
, but he had no intention of getting up.
"Hmph! Brother Fu, you are pretending to be stupid. Didn't you see that speeding motorcycle just now?" Zhou Ziyi's voice was trembling, and she stared at Li Fu and hummed.
"Oh, sister Ziyi, have you watched too many American blockbusters? Where did the flying car come from in this hot day? If it does exist, it must be some crew filming the movie." Li Fu said disapprovingly, and then added
He picked up the newspaper to cover his fat face, not knowing if he was really reading the newspaper.
"You...I can't be wrong!" Zhou Ziyi felt that she was going to be mad at the fat man. She was about to throw some flirtatious glances at him, but the fat man didn't appreciate it and held one upside down.
The newspaper stood in front of him, unmoved, "You, you really piss me off!" After drinking, Zhou Ziyi took the newspaper from Li Fu's hand, helped him put the newspaper straight, and stuffed it into him again.
He held his hand, stamped his feet, and rushed out of the duty room.
"Asshole, I must catch you!" Zhou Ziyi clenched her little fists, hating Li Fu's behavior, but there was nothing she could do.
"Hey, we can't lose our jobs because of a beautiful woman." Li Fu smiled slyly, and then lazily leaned on the back chair.
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