The air conditioning in the Public Security Bureau's office hall was turned up very high, making people's skin feel tight.
Li Wei sat in front of the household registration window, holding Li Cheng's small body in her arms, her fingertips slid across the electronic signature area of the tablet computer, and she signed her name with trembling hands.
The person who received her was a very young female security guard.
Looking at the girl's red eyes and the pale little boy in her arms.
Her heart also began to tighten, and she couldn't help but pull out a few tissues from under the table and silently pushed them over.
"Thank you...thank you..." Li Wei thanked him with a heavy nasal tone, and her pronunciation was a little intermittent.
The female security guard sighed and said comfortingly while operating on the computer: "Alas - little girl, I am sorry..."
The process was completed quickly.
Li Wei hugged Li Cheng and looked at her mother's ID card in the security guard's hand. She opened her mouth several times and swallowed her words back several times.
After struggling for a while, she couldn't help herself and spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of pleading: "Can I...can I keep my mother's ID card? Just as a souvenir."
The female security guard nodded without hesitation.
She picked up the scissors, cut off a corner of the small card with a "click", then wiped it carefully with a tissue and handed it back to Li Wei.
"My condolences." She said softly again.
"Thank you..." Li Wei thanked him again seriously.
Walking out of the service hall, the afternoon sun was a bit dazzling.
Li Wei held Li Cheng's thin body and walked step by step in the shadow of the trees on the roadside.
She walked very slowly.
Suddenly, she couldn't hold it in any longer.
His shoulders shook violently, and tears flowed down his cheeks as if a floodgate had been opened.
The teardrops as big as beans fell on the hot concrete floor and evaporated instantly.
She was crying so hard that she could hardly breathe and her body was shaking violently.
She could only hold the child tightly in her arms, as if it was her only piece of driftwood.
Li Cheng in Li Wei's arms looked at her quietly and accompanied her.
After a long time, her crying gradually stopped.
Li Chengcai stretched out his little hand and gently tugged at her collar.
"Why are you so sad?"
His voice was very soft, but it was like a thunder, exploding in Li Wei's mind.
The crying stopped abruptly.
Li Wei froze in place, hugging him and looking blankly at the busy street ahead.
yes.
Why am I... so sad?
She stammered for a long time, until the tears on her face were almost dried by the wind. Then, in a tone that even she herself found unfamiliar, intermittent, and extremely unconfident, she asked back:
"Mom... Mom passed away. Shouldn't I be sad?"
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The eighth day of the siege, dusk.
The deafening shouts and cries of killing almost broke through the sky.
Blood flowed down the battlements and brick joints of the city wall like thin streams, dyeing the base of the wall a shocking dark red.
The bandits were like crazy, stepping on the piles of corpses of their companions, setting up long ladders one after another, and climbing up fearlessly.
"kill!"
Min Zimo roared, and swept the iron spear in his hand, knocking away seven or eight bandits who had just climbed onto the city wall.
However, before he could catch his breath, two gusts of evil wind suddenly hit him at the same time.
On the left, there was a thick-backed ghost-head sword, slashing straight at his neck.
On the right, there was a mace covered with hideous barbs, hitting his waist and ribs.
Two third-level warriors under Peng Lianhu joined forces to attack!
Min Zimo spun his feet suddenly, and the butt of the gun rose up and hit the handle of the ghost-head knife with incredible precision.
The strong man holding the knife felt a sharp pain in his palm and the knife almost slipped out of his hand.
Taking advantage of the recoil force, Min Zimo twisted his waist, and the iron spear turned into a black light, and the tip of the spear pierced the bandit general who was wielding the mace.
The thief general reacted very quickly and hurriedly pulled back his mace to block.
clang!
The sound of metal clashing hurts the eardrums.
The mace was knocked aside by the tip of the spear, and the door was wide open.
Min Zimo shook his wrist again, and the tip of the gun drew a tiny arc, avoiding the defense, and with a "puff", it left a bloody hole on the shoulder blade of the bandit general.
"ah!"
The thief roared in pain and retreated repeatedly.
The burly man with the knife roared and rushed forward, dancing the ghost-head knife into a curtain of swords, trying to buy a chance for his companion to catch his breath.
Min Zimo took advantage of the situation and launched a strong attack. An orange-red air wave burst out and the power of the gun became more and more explosive.
In just over ten rounds, the knife-wielding man had three or four bloody wounds on his body. Although they were not fatal, he felt so frustrated that he almost vomited blood.
"kill!"
Min Zimo seized a flaw in the opponent, and his spear suddenly accelerated, piercing the lower abdomen of the knife-wielding strong man.
Without waiting for the other person to scream, he pressed and swung the gun, and the man was thrown into the air. The blood and energy exploded in his abdominal cavity, and the whole person was instantly broken into two.
Seeing the other man's current situation, his face changed drastically and he quickly retreated from the top of the city wall.
Min Zimo stood with his spear in hand, his chest heaving violently.
He was covered in blood and couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.
The armor on his body was already tattered, revealing wounds of varying depths.
While catching his breath, he looked at the battlefield.
At this moment, Min Zimo only had one feeling - something was wrong!!!
The corpses below were piled up almost to half the height of the city wall.
But the surviving bandits all had red eyes and crazy faces, as if they felt no fear.
This thought made his heart sink, but he had no time to think deeply about it.
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