"Children." He stared at the colored strokes on the refrigerator and asked repeatedly.

"What's the problem?"

Lin Xue, with thick hair, seemed to be angry, and walked back and forth, with her arms open, revealing the bright "Dou Sanba" pistol on her waist. Behind him, a colored glass was shining with light - a pool of blood was covered with on it.

He waved his hand angrily and scolded: "I tell you, old Mike! I've had enough of you! You're finally leaving. I'm so happy to go to Bolan Street to have a drink. You have to know that I'm not the only one who thinks like this!"

He pulled his neck and continued to scold: "Did the child see it? Is this kind of question? Who cares if he sees it or not? The prosecutor will not let a child instruct his damn mother to kill someone!"

As he said that, he pointed to the male corpse that fell in the pool of blood in the house, "This one was killed by that idiot woman! It's that simple! The others have nothing to do with me, so good!"

Old Mike did not respond, silently tore off the colored strokes attached, folded them, put them in his pocket, and silently took off the flower glasses. The camera was given a close-up.

"Police officer, can you collect the body?"

"Ask him!! He is responsible before he retires!" Lin Xue shook her hand and glanced at the old Mike who was standing up, "Are you satisfied now?"

Ken Takakura's face, which was so bitter and revengeful, still had no expression on his face, his eyes were dull, he turned around and stared at the man covered with a shroud, and looked at the blood on the wall.

He nodded silently to the corpse collection team, and someone folded the gurney open.

At this time, a rapid sound of stairs came, and the camera subconsciously reached the right side-

Suddenly, the space seemed to be cut.

A young man ran up, and old Mike looked at him, and the camera hit him through his shoulder. At the same time, Lin Xue was walking with her back to the camera in the room. In this way, the audience unconsciously gave the eyes to this "new person" who broke the balance of the picture.

The person who came was in his twenties, with uneven flat hair, wearing a black leather jacket, a layer of water droplets on his leather surface, a shirt, tie inside, and a cast on his arms.

A man wanted to stop him, but saw a close-up police badge hanging around his neck.

"Officer Sha?"

The young man greeted Lin Xue in the house with his back to the camera.

"It's not me, it's him." Lin Xue walked outside and pointed to Ken Takakura who was already picking up colored pens.

"Officer Sha, I'm Awei." Liang Chaowei stretched out his hand to the other party, "Case come to the Crime Team on the first day."

"Ha~ The one you remember most clearly about this identity is today and the day you died in the line of duty, otherwise don't remember it so clearly." Lin Xue sneered by the side.

Ken Takakura shook hands gently and nodded, without saying anything, walking downstairs absent-mindedly.

"I have never seen a variety of body collection bags..." A Wei, a newcomer played by Liang Chaowei, tried to find a topic, and happened to see the corpse collection team put the body into a green bag.

"There are all colors." Someone in the corpse collection team replied.

"Really?"

"It is easier to distinguish with different bags and easier to distinguish. You should know that the number of people who die every day in Hong Kong is not a small number."

"So that's it..." Liang Chaowei used his right hand to help him lift the body bag onto the stainless steel gurney.

“What does green mean?”

The corpse collector looked up at him, as if he was looking at the aliens again.

"What do these colors... mean?" Liang Chaowei squeezed out a smile as if he was handsome.

"It means that all the people who lie in it are dead." Old Mike took out a cigarette from the iron box, knocked it, and replied indifferently.

The camera gave Liang Chaowei an unnaturally embarrassing smile, but he frowned unconsciously, but he still chose to keep up with the other party's pace and walk downstairs.

It was pouring rain.

There were footsteps and whistles everywhere.

The rain hit the awning, and the clothes drying racks were one by one, and the wires were crossed over the head, and the waterline was thundering.

"Do you want to have a drink at the bar?" Old Mike lit a cigarette.

"Don't you go to the police station?" Liang Chaowei hung an arm, "To be honest, if you don't mind, I want to start working immediately. Those polite words are still... I mean we shouldn't have time to delay."

The camera put his left arm with a plaster bandage.

"Awei?"

"Yes."

"Can you ask you a question?"

"Though ask, sir."

"Why are you transferred here?"

"Um?"

"Why is it easier for you to do administrative work than this when you come to Kowloon City Village?"

Liang Chaowei was inexplicably at a loss and subconsciously wanted to wave his left arm. Unfortunately, he grinned, "I came here like you came here before you retire, protecting citizens and fighting crime. At least you must have thought about it before you decide to retire... I have known you very well before I came, Officer Sha."

Ken Takakura's eyes gradually became colder and he said calmly: "Don't make a conclusion so quickly, Officer Awei."

The two looked at each other, and in the camera, one of them was in an aggressive position and the other held their arms, extremely resistant and defensive.

A series of confrontation and dialogues made the audience very happy.
Chapter completed!