In the alleys of Sham Shui Po, every small shop is doing its best to occupy the public area of ​​the alley pedestrian zone.

Every storefront has a long awning, and countless awnings are connected, turning the alleys that were originally connected to the sky into an endless sealed tunnel, where people shuttle through like ants digging holes.

The dining tables are placed on the road in front of the store, and diners sit around the small tables and eat on small stools. Passers-by drag the vegetables they just bought and push their elbows on the back of the diners' heads. The faces of diners who are eating noodles almost poke into the bowls of noodles.

The stalls selling seasonings are placed from inside the shops to outside the shops. If someone walks faster through the alleys and bumps into the seasoning stalls, the streets will be covered with peppercorns and spices.

When many people were asked what they were dissatisfied with in Hong Kong, the answer was that the social distance in the city was infinitely close to a negative number.

In the dense shuttle, every two people were rubbing against each other, which made people irritated.

The child in the torn sweater stood in front of the bird's nest cake stall for more than ten minutes, staggering and not moving despite being bumped by passers-by.

He smacked his lips from time to time, as if he was imagining himself chewing and savoring the bird's nest cake in big mouthfuls. He smacked his lips and took a deep breath to take in all the aroma of bird's nest cake within a one-meter radius, and then showed a happy and satisfied smile.

It's delicious! It's delicious! It's delicious...

Qian

Guibang was carrying a large bag of various fast food. When he was scratching his scalp, his elbow accidentally hit the head of a passerby who was passing by. The other party immediately turned around and scolded him, and Qian Guibang hurriedly apologized.

The other party swore again with contempt, patted the non-existent dirt on his head with disdain, and then strode into the crowd and disappeared.

Qian Guibang stared at the direction where the man left, feeling aggrieved, but he had already missed the best opportunity to swear back. He spat to get rid of the bad luck, and took two more steps before he saw a child fantasizing about eating bird's nest cakes in front of him.

Not knowing what nerve was touched, he reached into his pocket and actually wanted to take out money to buy a cake for the child. But when his fingers touched the banknotes in his pocket, he hesitated again when he thought that he had so little money that he didn't even need to buy a wallet.

The cake vendor saw Qian Guibang standing in front of the stall with the boy. Such a big man, blocking the way and customers, immediately said:

"Are you going to buy or not? If not, don't get in the way."

Qian Guibang blushed and hurriedly stepped away. After a few steps, he turned back and saw the boy clinging to the stall without moving. He just turned his head and followed him with his eyes.

The boy didn't show any expression at first, but Qian Guibang felt embarrassed and angry. He turned around and walked away without stopping. After

many twists and turns, he finally got home downstairs. He kicked open a bottle of wine that someone had thrown away at the door, and a drunk passerby behind him bumped into his back. He staggered and turned around. The drunkard and the woman in his arms looked back at his miserable appearance and burst into inexplicable laughter.

Qian Guibang muttered "I'm going to lose money", went home, kicked off his shoes, threw the things he bought aside, took a half step to the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief after he collapsed.

Then there was a knock on the door. A few minutes later, Qian Guibang was annoyed by the landlord who was urging him to pay the rent. He stumbled out of the room and hit his arm in the corridor full of garbage. He finally got angry and kicked the old bicycle hard.

The sound of ding-dong rang, and he felt a little happy.

With nowhere to go, he could only wander around in boredom.

By chance, he walked into a hidden dark alley. He couldn't see the sky when he looked up. There was garbage everywhere and the stench was overwhelming

. Qian Guibang covered his mouth and nose, and kicked away the garbage blocking the road with his feet while walking. Several wild cats were frightened away, and they didn't forget to look back and bared their teeth and screamed after running away.

Something that felt strange on his feet attracted Qian Guibang's attention. He bent down and got closer to see the object clearly. It turned out to be a toy pistol.

He laughed, picked up the toy, and wiped the dirt off the pistol with his coat. He

walked out of the dark alley, turned a few corners, and stepped on a few steps before the street lights came on. Under the light, the toy had an extraordinary texture. He weighed it and suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, he heard voices approaching. He hurriedly stuffed the "toy" into his trouser pocket, his heart beating like a drum.

...

In the next few days, Qian Guibang rarely went to the bookstore and read some related books. He went to the video store and watched two gun-fighting movies.

When he left the video store, he was a little dazed. He

accidentally bumped into a passerby, and when the other person turned around and cursed, he tightly grasped the metal family in his pocket.

When he passed by a bird's nest cake stall and was driven away, he did not run away in embarrassment, but stood there and confronted the cake seller with a cold face. It was not until the other person muttered "You don't buy it, and you don't leave..." and avoided his sight that Qian Guibang took a step and left.

With every step he took, the heavy bag in his pocket would swing back and forth.

Back to the alley where he rented his house, looking ahead, the dirty alley, there would be new drunkards' vomit and garbage almost every morning, but the old ladies living there didn't mind the dirt or the smell, and they would still hang clothes on the racks a few meters away from the window on every day when it didn't rain, making the alley, which was already opaque, even more damp and dark.

He stepped in, walked up the stairs filled with miscellaneous items and waste, pressed his palm on the handrail, leaving a clear handprint.

Thinking of the landlord's nagging and cursing, his chest suddenly started to boil, not like the previous annoyance and fear, but some anticipation...

He clenched the gun in his pocket, suddenly turned around, ran out of the corridor, and ran out of the alley.

For the first time, he emptied his pockets and called a prostitute.

When he was pulling up his pants, Lou Feng felt the iron guy in his pocket and asked him what it was. A strange emotion suddenly awakened in his body, and for the first time in his life, he was violent to someone else.

He kicked Lou Feng away and muttered impatiently: "None of your business!"

After leaving Lou Feng's small house and walking through the alley, he suddenly felt his heart open up, and the endless depression disappeared. A string of laughter escaped from his throat. The residents of the alley opened the window and scolded him for disturbing the people, so he raised his head and scolded him loudly. He

had never felt happier.

...

On New Year's Day, he heard the sound of fireworks and firecrackers all over the city.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Sizzle... bang!"

The loud noise mixed with the flames exploding overhead. Under the cramped shed in Sham Shui Po, where it was hard to even see the sky, dazzling fireworks could actually be seen.

Qian Guibang lay in front of the small window that looked like a cage, looking up at the flashing light in the sky through the gap between the buildings. Hearing the landlord and other tenants complaining about him while chatting outside, he couldn't help but imagine that the guy in his pocket pressed on the landlord's temple, and with a bang like fireworks exploding, his brain burst, and no one reached out to him for money.

The world became quiet, and he felt relaxed.

Falling on the single bed that took up three-quarters of the cage, he imagined for the first time that he had supreme power, and that he had everything he wanted, including wealth, women, and luxury houses and cars.

...

In the week after New Year's Day, "Knock Bang" who lived on Furong Street bought 5 orders at the convenience store, 9 orders at Xiaoji Noodle Shop, 8 lottery tickets, and 2 orders at Longfu Video Game...

Everyone said that Knock Bang, who used to live a life of humiliation, seemed to have changed. Not only did he look up at people when he walked, but he also dared to buy money.

If someone scolded him for collecting debts like he used to, his curses would be more unpleasant than those of the most mean little gangster.

Knock Bang did not get rich. He made money from odd jobs here and there, but he was still so poor. Why did he suddenly change? Was he going crazy?

There was no answer.

None of them were friends with the rickety gang. They even forgot what the gang was called. They only remembered that he was the most insignificant person in this area.

He was so insignificant that everyone only talked about his changes in a few words. Apart from scolding him when they were asked to pay the debt, no one cared what happened to him.

Therefore, even though this man became more and more violent, the neighbors watched, but gradually got used to it and became numb.

Later, the landlord of Building 3 on Furong Street suddenly died suddenly. Many police officers came that day.

It was said that someone suddenly broke into the house and robbed it in the middle of the night. Some people said that they heard gunshots... or maybe it was just a louder collision.

Who killed him?

It could be anyone, or it could be no one, just some thief who suddenly passed by and wanted to rob money.

During those days, almost everyone on Furong Street was taken to the police station for questioning, and all the neighbors were discussing this matter.

But a week later, everyone seemed to have completely forgotten that there was a landlord living on Furong Street. People were already busy enough dealing with the daily necessities of life, so how could they have the energy to remember other people's affairs.

And soon, the neighbors who needed entertainment had new things to focus on, such as which man the boss lady of Lao Yu Ji across the street stole? For example, Datou Zhao's daughter-in-law gave birth to a girl again... For example, Goutou Bang paid off all the bills for his robbery.

Everyone was thinking about these new things, but they completely forgot that Goutoubang used to be called "Goutoubang" and that a person had died some time ago, and that person seemed to be the landlord of Goutoubang.

During the time when the police were investigating the case, all the tenants of the deceased were forced to move out, and Qian Guibang also changed his residence.

After finding a new cage house to move into, he suddenly had the idea of ​​moving out completely.

Desire suddenly flourished. When he was wandering around the street during the day, he began to observe everything around him, observing everyone who looked rich, observing those gold shops with golden lights, banks where money could be withdrawn, and those schools where rich children lived... ...

...

On

January 17, Inspector Wagner of Group E, who was in charge of the Furong Street shooting case, encountered a car accident when he led his team out of the police station. All five people in the car had soft tissue contusions and fractures of varying degrees. Sarzan, the co-pilot, was the most seriously injured, with fractures in his right calf and right arm.

All employees were injured on the job, and the two murders that the team was responsible for had to be distributed to other teams.

One of the cases was sent to Team D, and the Furong Street shooting case was assigned to Team B, because Team B was also responsible for a shooting case.

The "broken finger shooting case" that Team B was responsible for was originally going smoothly until professional analysts determined that the bullets that killed the two bodies were all from the gun used in a previous robbery.

And this gun was the lost sidearm of the victim, the old policeman, in the earlier "police killing case".

The three cases were merged, and it took a whole day to look through the files. It seemed that the old case was reopened and there was hope of solving it. In fact, it was not the case. When the murderer was confirmed to be one person or the same gang, the case came to a complete standstill.

The murderer left many things on the deceased, but the police conducted a full range of tests and traceability reasoning on these things, but found nothing.

This further consolidated the police's judgment: the murderer has a strong anti-detection awareness - the murderer did not take away all the victim's things and clothes, because the murderer knew that the things left behind were not a threat to him. I am afraid that all the things that really posed a threat were taken away and destroyed by him.

The detectives have seen all kinds of difficult cases, and there are many unsolved cases. The experienced people can feel that the murderer was able to escape this time, not because of the inherently difficult conditions such as "stranger committing crimes", but because of his own anti-detection ability -

he knows what he is doing, what the police need, and how to protect himself. At

the end of the year, there are many cases and a serious shortage of manpower. Everyone has to put aside the "broken finger shooting case" that cannot be pushed forward for the time being, and start to familiarize themselves with the "Fu Rong Street shooting case" from the beginning.

It happened that the report of the gun expert was issued on this day, and the gun that killed the landlord of Fu Rong Street was a revolver. Experts searched for traces, analyzed rifling, trajectory, bullet marks, etc., and finally locked the gun to the same as in a previous case, and determined that the gun belonged to Uncle Gu, who was in the peddling group that O-Jie busted some time ago.

Sanfu and Gary were sent to investigate in detail, and finally confirmed that the previous case was indeed committed by Uncle Gu, and later when he was arrested by O-Jie, the □□ was lost.

After this inference, the □□ was picked up after it was lost, and it was used to kill the landlord of Building 6, Furong Street.

According to the information provided by Uncle Gu, the gun was fully loaded, that is, six rounds were fully loaded, and only one round was found to have been used. Since it killed the landlord of Furong Street, there may be 5 rounds left.

The detectives suddenly felt more anxious. They didn't know who got the gun and whether it would be used to kill more people.

With a weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises.

If such a weapon that can ignore strength and status is out there, it is like a demon messenger in the world. Even more terrible crimes may be growing, lurking in the dark, waiting for the opportunity.