An Ning was very fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Seeing the elevator stopped on the 22nd floor, Feng Lin guessed that An Ning must not have taken the elevator down, so he decisively walked towards the emergency exit.
He was actually quite fast; the police academy had physical training. But no matter how hard he tried to catch up, he was always a step behind An Ning until An Ning suddenly stopped under a tree.
At this moment, Feng Lin had no time to consider whether he should keep a certain distance from An Ning. Instead, he immediately strode forward and grabbed An Ning's arm. "What do you want to do? Do you want to go and fight that person alone?"
"Did you know that guy had a gun?!"
His voice grew louder uncontrollably, and only after he finished yelling did he realize how inappropriate his actions were.
What right did he have to yell at people? Just because he's a policeman?
The atmosphere between the two suddenly became extremely quiet, with no sound except for the whistling wind and their breathing.
Feng Lin lowered his head, looking at An Ning's hands hanging by her sides, his voice a little hoarse, "I'm sorry."
The streetlights in the neighborhood were dim, and he could barely make out the person in front of him, but he could clearly sense the person's reaction.
Anning moved.
They were walking towards the exit of the residential area.
She hadn't paid any attention to Feng Lin before this.
Feng Lin felt as if a needle had pricked the softest part of his heart, causing a dense, throbbing pain.
"Where's your team leader, Lin? Aren't you going to arrest your accomplices who ran away?"
An Ning's voice was carried by the wind to Feng Lin's ears.
Feng Lin looked up blankly, still somewhat bewildered. "Wh...what? You mean the person upstairs's accomplice has left?"
"The blood was dripping right at your feet, didn't you notice?" An Ning's voice was matter-of-fact, as if to say that you couldn't believe you hadn't noticed something so obvious.
Because his attention wasn't on that at all just now.
Feng Lin wanted to answer her like that, but he didn't dare to say it. He just mumbled, "I'm sorry."
No one knows the specific reason for his apology except for himself.
"Anning, what are you doing down here?"
Because the people above had already been subdued when Lin Hang arrived, he only needed to take his men away. After taking photos and collecting evidence at the scene, and thinking that An Ning and his men had all gone downstairs, Lin Hang did not stay there any longer and took the prisoners downstairs.
But when Lin Hang went downstairs and saw An Ning and Feng Lin standing there dumbfounded, he couldn't help but feel strange.
What are you doing?
Are you going downstairs to enjoy the view?
But instead of asking such irrelevant questions, he asked the very question he had wanted to know from the beginning.
"Revenge, but the person is already gone and injured. So the revenge is done," An Ning replied casually.
As he walked out, he waved and said, "Come back tomorrow to make a statement. I'll postpone my police report for now. I'm too exhausted to do it today. Remember to make sure this person pays my medical bills."
Logically, Lin Hang absolutely cannot let An Ning go like this, but emotionally, An Ning played a very important role here this time, and the case itself has nothing to do with An Ning. It's almost ten o'clock, so it's only right to let her go back and rest.
So even though Lin Hang had the words on the tip of his tongue, he didn't say them.
"Back to the station."
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It was already 10:30 p.m. when Anning arrived at Fengchao, and the wound on her forehead was still throbbing. If the pain hadn't been so intense, she would have fainted from the pain after being shot a second time.
This might be the only good news.
She was rubbed twice, but it didn't hurt as much as she had imagined.
If the pain were truly unimaginable, she would be doing herself a disservice by just pricking herself like that.
Fengchao doesn't have an elevator. Anning originally wanted to take a taxi to the entrance of Fengchao, but the driver refused to drive any further, so he dropped Anning off at the snack street.
Dragging her tired body, Anning slowly strolled to her usual fried rice stall and weakly called out to the owner, "One bowl of shredded pork fried rice noodles, slightly spicy, no cilantro or scallions."
Then he found an empty spot behind the stall and sat down, completely unaware of the strange expressions on the faces of the people around him.
Although this snack street is not far from Fengchao, it mainly serves customers who are not from Fengchao. Therefore, very few people from Fengchao come here to eat and buy snacks. The fried rice stall owner knows that Anning lives in Fengchao.
But this was the first time she had ever seen someone with their head covered in blood like this, and even though she often dealt with Anning, she was still quite frightened.
However, he wasn't afraid of Anning herself, but rather of others seeing Anning in this state.
Sure enough, in the short time An Ning sat down, dozens of eyes had already looked at her, but they were all looking furtively and then whispering among themselves.
An Ning pretended not to hear and waited for the boss to stir-fry noodles for her.
But some people are reckless and want the whole world to hear their badmouthing of others. "She looks like a pretty young girl, but I didn't expect her to live in a Fengchao locker... Tsk tsk tsk, dealing with this kind of person is probably a lifetime of bad luck."
After saying that, he exaggeratedly raised his hand and made a Buddha gesture in front of him, as if he could get rid of the bad luck he had picked up from Anning.
An Ning closed her eyes. It is said that a lion will not turn around because of a dog's barking, but she has never been one to suffer injustice. There is no way that such a huge black accusation would be forced onto her.
She stood up abruptly and pinpointed the chattering dog in the crowd. "Whose dog is that? Don't go out without a leash, or you'll get beaten to death for barking. That's not worth it."
Because this person only muttered something to her, Anning was very sensible and absolutely did not say another word.
"Boss, is my rice noodle dish ready?"
"Alright, alright."
The shop owner, who was standing there eating melon seeds, quickly came to his senses upon hearing An Ning's words and hurriedly scooped An Ning's rice noodles out of the iron pot and handed them to her.
An Ning took the fried noodles from the owner and walked towards her original seat, only to find that someone was already sitting there. The person who had taken her seat was blinking at her and said, "Little Ning, can you buy me a bowl of noodles?"
An Ning walked up to the other person and sat down without expression, then asked the owner to stir-fry another bowl of noodles without expression.
"Xiao Ningzi is so good, all the pampering I've given you has been worth it!"
The old madman grinned from ear to ear, raising his deeply furrowed hand in a thumbs-up gesture.
"Is your current job just to freeload?" An Ning asked without looking up as she put a piece of rice noodles into her mouth.
The old madman was immediately displeased upon hearing this. "How dare you speak to me like that? I've come here to discuss something extremely important with you!"
An Ning put another mouthful of noodles in her mouth. "What important thing is it?"
"Let me tell you, a thief was caught by the police, and I know where the things he stole are." The crazy old man suddenly leaned close to An Ning, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear him.
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