[Ping Xie] Going in the Opposite Direction

I've imagined many reunions, but none like this. The fat man stood beside me with his gun raised, his hands trembling slightly. The badge on Zhang Qiling's chest shone brightly under the searchlight. The muzzle of his gun was pointed at me steadily, and his eyes under his bangs were unwavering: "Wu Xie, put down the gun." The moment the bullet passed through my chest, I couldn't help but think that he and I were two different lines after all. After a brief intersection, we could only go further and further apart. The network card has no traffic at the end of the month. I have a day off today and will resume updating OTZ tomorrow - Chu Mo on 2.28