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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Killing Hearts

(I actually found the backup on my phone. It was a surprise. Finally, I didn't have to stop the update, so I breathed a sigh of relief.)

July 11, 2008, late at 11:45 am.

Xiangcheng Health and Nursing College, Ximen, outside the Sapphire KTV door.

"Gudong!" Gao Song poured down his last sip of white wine, threw out the empty bottle from a distance, squatted in the shadow of a trash can, pulled out a dagger from his arms, sprayed it out, and a layer of wine was stained with the dark dagger. Gao Song carefully wiped it with the cuff of his shirt, and sneered.

I have been waiting for two hours, but I don’t care about the next few minutes. Today he wants to wash away the shame of himself and his sister and stab the scum into a bloody gourd.

Alcohol burned in his body, and his fearless spirit inspired him to make his eyes shine, his face was hot, but his consciousness was cold. During the 24 hours on the extraordinary battlefield, he had eliminated his cowardice and humility. Now he is a warrior who has seen blood, a brave man who has personally killed five zombies.

When the KTV was closed, a large group of men and women came out one after another with their arms around them. The door suddenly began to make noise, alarming several wild dogs around.

Gao Song stood up, lowered his head and covered his face with his long hair. He quietly approached a boy who called his friends without hesitation. It was only a twenty-meter road that he arrived in the blink of an eye. The boy dyed his hair with a pretty face, but his face was a little swollen, his eyes were dull and dull, and his steps were unstable. He staggered against a girl with heavy makeup.

"Don't leave, go to my place, be quiet..."

The boy greeted the same bad boys. When he turned his head, he saw Gao Song's fierce and sharp eyes. He was stunned for a moment and felt a chill in his chest. Before his brain, which was paralyzed by alcohol, had not yet reacted to what had happened, he heard his female companion screaming loudly, and felt a large area of ​​hot liquid flowing out of his body. His hands subconsciously touched the coolness, but only touched a cold dagger.

"This knife belongs to my sister!"

Gao Song muttered in the boy's ear, pulled out the dagger, and blood splashed out under the light, passing an unreal arc. The boys and girls around him were stunned by the sudden change, and watched Gao Song stab the boy in the chest again.

"This knife is mine!"

The boy finally realized, "You, you... Takamatsu!"

Gao Song smiled at the boy's blood-red fingers, nodded, "I've answered correctly!"

The young man's companions finally reacted and cursed Gao Song in the middle. Gao Song kicked the young man's body down, and the red-colored dagger was placed in front of his chest, looking at the scumbags who were sneering.

Under the dim light, Gao Song's shadow stretched out, and his body dyed red by blood made seven or eight young people take a step back together. Gao Song smiled. It was these wastes who forced himself to die a day before, and the only sister who caused him to be lying in the hospital. They were these wastes, who once pressed himself to the humblest situation, came when he called him, went when he called him, beat him and scold him, and humiliated him at will.

It turns out to be so simple, it turns out that this is the truth.

Gao Song squatted down calmly and wiped the dagger clean on the boy's clothes. The boy had already started to twitch, but Gao Song didn't care about his life or death. After two blows, all the grudges disappeared. This was what he had planned before coming and measured calmly.

The whimpering sound of the police sirens came, Takamatsu stood up, ignored the teenagers who had begun to stir, and directly knocked away their blocks, walked over to the whimpering police car.

The police car drove closer, two fat and thin policemen jumped out of the car, "Stand, don't move, throw the knife to the ground!"

Facing the muzzle, Gao Song smiled confidently, obediently threw down the dagger, allowing the police who were facing a great enemy to subdue him.

"My number is 07607. If you report it, you will say that I promised to join the service."

"What a mess, be honest!" The thin policeman was not sure, so he pressed Gao Song's head, took off his handcuffs and was about to torture the murderer.

A large group of people rushed out of the health school. A big fat man in a suit and tie almost fainted when he saw the boy lying in a pool of blood. A large group of people surrounded the boy and began first aid!

"It's Takamatsu, the 2006th Takamatsu..."

Before Gao Song was taken into the police car, the fat man, who looked like a dog, jumped up and rushed towards the police car like a bull. Gao Song deliberately stopped, waiting for the fat man to come closer, and kicked him out unexpectedly.

The middle-aged fat man fell backwards, and the policeman who reacted immediately stuffed Gao Song into the police car. The middle-aged fat man was howling outside the car with red eyes: "Gao Song, I want you to sit in the bottom of the prison!"

It seems that his son will not die. Gao Song thought regretfully and asked the thin policeman for the second time: "I am a reserve in a confidentiality unit, number 07607, you will know if you call the emergency office!"

The thin policeman looked at Gao Song suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, answered the phone call from the bureau, and reported Gao Song's situation.

Gao Song completely relaxed, leaned back freely, looked at the vice principal who was cursing and jumping outside the car, and silently swearing, and finally laughed.

In a small building ten kilometers away, the emergency command team secretly listed recently received a call from the external contact room, number 07607. The staff who answered the phone immediately recorded it, walked out of the office, and came to the door of an adjacent room.

"Come in!"

The staff pushed the door open and immediately coughed by the smoke in the room. Several big men were busy with their eyes flushed. The staff placed the document number 07607 on the priority category and left the room without saying a word.

Two minutes later, Takamatsu's documents were taken out to process.

"Record: Gao Song, male, 18 years old, from the suburbs of Xiangcheng City, his parents are divorced, he has a sister, who is currently living with his grandfather, and his family is poor. He is currently studying at Xiangcheng City Medical School and voluntarily joining..."

"... Also, tomorrow I will arrange someone to take her sister to the 120 hospital in the provincial capital... and then send 50,000 yuan to his family..."

"That's it!"

"What's wrong with this guy?" asked a baritone.

"Oh, a small matter, no one's life happened!"

"Xiao Li, how many people are currently in service?"

“106 people.”

"No, our superiors asked us to need at least 200 people, you all think of a solution."

"What's the point, and not force it!"

"We can't force us to do our work. This is to make contributions to the country and this is the obligation of every citizen."

"Then you go to work. These people have their tails raised up, and they have all kinds of situations and dare to ask for any weird requests. Lao Wang from the next department almost got angry and got a heart attack."

"Haha, this old king..."

The brief conversation came to an end, time passed, a long night passed, the city gradually became silent, everything returned to its original state, and everything seemed to have changed.
Chapter completed!
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