Chapter 1187 (1/2)

It's team Zhang who has been smoking with his head down.

When I rushed over, he didn't notice here at all. When he looked here, he recognized that I was Zhang Wen.

This time, he led the team to work.

After the last injury, team Zhang didn't naturally transfer to other units. He still stuck to his post as always and stood on the first line of fighting crime.

Just less and less contact with me.

We both know.

One black and one white, where can we keep in touch?

Team Zhang was not surprised to see me just now. I should have thought of these things when I was on the road. He just saw the tears on my face and let me in.

Zhang Wen, it's the first time to see me cry.

How sad and desperate is it to cry?

I saw that it was team Zhang. I grabbed his collar and asked, ”team Zhang, is this man Xiaowen, is it her?”

I was too worried. I grabbed him with great strength, which made his face slightly changed and he was out of breath.

”Don't get excited, Zhang Wen. The person is right there. You can go and confirm it,” he said quickly.

I just left him and ran to the dark and wet alley.

Before I came, I smelled a pungent smell of blood.

The smell makes my heart cold.

Although I haven't seen blood on the road, even the knife and little dragon snake, when the smell poured into my nostrils, it still made me feel palpitation.

Because I know that the source of the bloody smell is probably Xiaowen's.

The woman who once danced in front of me, the woman who cared about me silently behind me more than once and longed for recognition.

This is unacceptable to me.

I stumbled over. In the smelly dustbin, I saw a trunk with its limbs cut off.

Suddenly, a warm sense of familiarity rushed towards me. I don't know why I suddenly feel like this. I desperately told myself in my heart not to feel like this. This person should not be Xiaowen.

But the truth is in the face.

The slap woke me up.

When I saw the face with dishevelled hair but a satisfied smile, I almost collapsed.

I won't read it wrong, even if it turns gray.

This is Xiaowen. That's right.

I want to deny it, but my sober head has been pounding my nerves and telling me that this person is Xiaowen. It's useless if you want to deny it.

Xiaowen, she's dead.

Although I don't know what she experienced during her life, and who did it, something really happened to her.

The fact is that it won't tell you any feelings or give you any hope.

Once it happens, it will never change.

Unless I can turn back time.

I held Xiaowen's head for a long time where everyone had to spit it out.

I dare not think of this picture, but it happened without taboo.

The policemen nearby wanted to stop me, but they were sent away by team Zhang.

I put Xiaowen's head down slowly, sorted out the broken hair in front of her forehead with my hand, exposed her face with tears, and my fingers slipped gently on her face.

For a moment, I even felt that Xiaowen was alive. There was a faint body temperature on her face.

I know what I owe this woman can't be repaid.

What she brought me can only be a dream.