The moon is obviously very bright, but it does not necessarily dazzle everyone in the world.

The brighter the moon, the darker the shadow. Xu Shaowei stood in the shadow and watched the two people walk out of the shadow into the moonlight and stand in the light of the street lamp.

The person walking in front has been chewing gum and has a tuft of red hair on his head.

Xu Shaowei once told them that in this line of work, you have to hide yourself in the crowd, that's the smart way. They have listened to his advice, but they still can't become smart.

"Officer Xu, good evening." The first person to speak was the short-haired man walking behind. He was wearing a black jacket that every man in Hong Kong has. He tilted his head slightly and put his hands in his pockets, making it impossible to judge whether he was holding any weapons in his pockets or hands.

This person is smarter.

"We agreed to never see each other again." Xu Shaowei walked past the two people, wanting to just brush past each other and never meet again.

The two people came to see him specifically, so how could they let him go like this? They followed him like a dog-skin plaster.

"It's almost the New Year." The man in the black jacket followed Xu Shaowei into the building, and like Xu Shaowei, he tilted his head to look at the old watchman who was half asleep.

"How can you celebrate the New Year if you don't have any money in your pocket?" The other man followed him into the elevator while chewing gum and stood on the other side of Xu Shaowei.

He looked at the elevator compartment and commented with a smile: "The environment you live in is very good."

Xu Shaowei pressed the button for his own floor and didn't say anything.

It was already late, and no other neighbors were using the elevator. The three of them reached the target floor smoothly. Xu Shaowei took a step out, and the other two followed closely.

After unlocking the door, Xu Shaowei took two pairs of slippers from the shoe rack and threw them in front of the two people behind him.

The two people obviously didn't have the habit of going into the house to change slippers, but after looking at the back of Xu Shaowei's head, they still resisted the urge to kick off the dirty shoes on their feet and put on slippers.

Xu Shaowei only poured two glasses of water and pushed them all in front of the two people sitting at the dining table.

"I said I would only do one order, why did you come to me again?"

"You've spent all your money, and it's New Year's Day, so you have to eat something good, right?" 'Chewing Gum' turned around and looked at Xu Shaowei. Although he was empty, he was very neat and tidy. Cold-toned curtains, cold-toned sofas, cold-toned everything... 'Chewing Gum' shuddered unconsciously.

"You don't seem to have spent all your money yet." Black Jacket picked up the water and drank while looking around.

Xu Shaowei paused in taking off his watch and turned around and said, "What is it? Tell me."

"Let's do one more job, the last one. If we make money, I'll go back to Yuen Long to retire, and he'll go to Futian to find his lover. You can also move to a better place to live, and yes, buy a nice car." Black Jacket put down the water cup.

"...I'm done." Xu Shaowei stood by the table, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked down at the two of them.

"Hey! Without your gun and your plan, we two probably wouldn't have succeeded. As brothers, the most important thing is loyalty." 'Chewing Gum''s voice unconsciously rose a little.

"I said, I won't do it again." Xu Shaowei's voice was emotionless, just cold and insistent.

"You can't just watch your brother go hungry and cold without money for the New Year, can you?" Black Jacket chuckled.

"Stop it, the police are watching very strictly now. Like the female police often mentioned in the newspapers who solve cases like gods, very fierce, even the robber king died in her hands. Recently, the drug dealers were also wiped out in one pot-" Xu Shaowei lowered his eyes, as if thinking of something.

"Why don't you just kill them? It's not like you haven't killed police before." Black Jacket tapped his fingers on the table twice, raised his chin and encouraged.

Xu Shaowei's expression suddenly changed, and his indifferent eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Officer Xu, don't forget what you did." 'Chewing Gum' said maliciously, "If your police colleagues know, how will they look at you..." "

..." Xu Shaowei rubbed his fingers in his pockets, raised his eyes and looked at the two people, his eyes seemed to be poisoned, "Okay, this is the last time."

"Good brother, I knew you could do it!" Black Jacket slammed his fist on the table, smiling, "No problem, after this order, we will never contact each other again."

"I'll plan a target, at 11 o'clock on New Year's Eve, at the old place, let's discuss countermeasures together."

"No problem, see you then." Black Jacket said and stood up, "Then it's so late, we won't disturb you."

"Well." Xu Shaowei nodded, watching the two people walk to the door by themselves, change shoes and leave, he never moved.

The door was locked from the outside, bang.

Xu Shaowei raised his head and stared at the ceiling chandelier until he was dazzled, then he closed his eyes.

A few minutes later , he walked to the door, picked up two pairs of slippers with disgust and threw them into the trash can, along with the two cups they had used. He picked up the trash bag, closed it tightly, tied it, and threw it out the door.

After turning back, he washed his hands thoroughly before taking a shower. After

drying his short hair, he put on dark blue wool slippers, wrapped himself in a white bath towel and turned into the bedroom.

After sitting on the bed and thinking for a while, Xu Shaowei reached under the bed. His fingertips were only a few centimeters away from the hidden gun. He clenched his other hand into a fist, took a deep breath, and finally bent down and stretched out his arm to pick up the gun in his hand.

He touched the somewhat old gun body, which was mottled with many bumps.

He removed the magazine with a click, and there were still two bullets inside.

He stroked the bullet gently and pushed the butt of the gun back. He

pulled out the drawer of the bedside cabinet, carefully pointed the muzzle of the gun towards the opposite direction of the bed, and carefully put it away.

He slowly pushed the drawer back to its original position, pressed his palm on the bedside cabinet, and sat for a long time before turning off the bedside lamp.

Late at night, he slept very well, lying flat in the quilt, with his hands on his lower abdomen, as if he was sleeping very soundly. But in fact, it was not the case. His dream was full of broken pain, unwillingness, blood and hatred.

That was the dark box of memories that he had never told anyone.