C9 Wood Chip

Qi Jin's body was strong, both his feet sprinted and jumped nonstop on the rugged hillside. Two hours later, he reached the top of the mountain.

The surroundings were quiet. It was winter, and the snow in the distance was reflecting the white light.

When he was halfway down the mountain, Qi Jin finally saw the irregular footprints on the snow. He was overjoyed, because the footprints on the snow indicated that someone had passed by and there was no one on the mountain.

He followed the footprints, and a path hidden within the mountain appeared. As he walked, his path became much smoother. He did not need to jump or run, and he soon reached the foot of the mountain.

This was a small mountain village, and its surroundings were pure white. As far as the eye could see, one could see the houses scattered around the cove.

Just like how a star lights up a lamp, every house is filled with people, and every house has warmth and food.

Qi Jin, who had been away from home for a year and a half, finally saw the outside world.

After stopping for only a minute, Qi Jin's entire body shivered from the cold. No one could blame him, but when he entered the training grounds, the weather was still warm, and he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, seventy percent of his jeans, and sandals that exposed his toes.

At that time, his luggage had consisted of wool pants, a woolen sweater, and a single shoe. It was even his mother who helped him pack his luggage, which according to Qi Jin, was: "When the weather is cold, I will go home, and then I will bring him to school."

No one would have thought that after he left, after a year and a half, the school informed his family that Qi Jin was in closed door training and could not contact his family.

When he left the training grounds, he did not even wear a single piece of cotton clothing. Only the woolen pants, woolen sweater, and single leather shoes that his mother had given him were left, on a dark night of -20 degrees celsius. As long as he walked, his entire body would be filled with blood flow and he would be able to persevere on.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he really could not persevere any further. If he continued walking down, his entire body would freeze.

He hurriedly entered the village and selected a house. This house seemed to be the richest in the village, its walls were plastered with bright tiles, the courtyard wall was at least 2.2 meters tall, and the courtyard door was 3 meters wide.

Qi Jin knocked on the door repeatedly, and only after a long while did he see the light of the electric lamp light up.

After a while, a strong looking man came out of the door. He was holding a wooden stick and was wearing a military jacket. He shouted, "Who is it?"

"Big brother, you're just passing by. I'm freezing to death."

Qi Jin pouted his lips, the muscles on his face contorted as he scolded Zhang Jiyue in his heart a thousand times.

At the very least, if he were to throw it away before meeting with outsiders, it would be much better than being frozen into a white chicken.

Only now did Qi Jin know that he was truly being too honest.

He truly trusted Zhang Jiyue and the others too much.

The honest child was at a huge disadvantage. Who knew who finally got the cheapest cotton clothes he threw away at the training base?

The robust man hesitated for a moment. It was already the latter part of the night. Moreover, it was a sparsely populated mountain area, so how could there be a passerby?

From the gap in the door, Qi Jin saw that the male owner did not come to open the door for him, and shouted loudly: "Big brother, let me buy a set of cotton-padded jacket, let me warm my body, a good person will be rewarded!"

"How many of you?"

The brawny man finally had a reaction.

"Just me."

Qi Jin thought that only one person would be easy to entertain. After all, no one would have extra cotton-padded jackets, it would be good if they could squeeze out a set.

The muscular man seemed to be moved, he walked to the door and looked outside, after looking for a long time, only Qi Jin, whose lips were trembling all over and turning purple, opened the door.

"Thank you."

Qi Jin who was about to be frozen quickly entered the house.

He was so cold that he shivered when he entered the room, his teeth chattering.

The muscular man followed him in and looked at Qi Jin suspiciously. "Where did you come from?"

"I... It's a tourist, strayed from his companions, and lost his way in the mountains. "

Qi Jin's mind raced as he concocted the lie.

"You're just going to wear this to travel? Aren't you afraid of the cold in the middle of winter? "

The muscular man said while holding onto the wooden stick vigilantly.

"Aren't I … Was he tricked by someone? "

If only he had known earlier, he would have left the training grounds after flipping over a mountain. He had escaped right after entering the training grounds a year ago.

The simplest answer was complicated.

If you think about it carefully, you can understand it. "This is the outskirts of the capital, how can there be no one here?

As long as there was land, there would be people living there.

The training base was in the valley, so they might have to climb all the way up to the top of the mountain.

Qi Jin said that he was tricked, and that was only to grumble.

The muscular man was still suspicious of Qi Jin's unknown identity and asked: "Do you have an ID?"

"Yes."

Qi Jin quickly took out his ID card with trembling hands. He wanted to hand it over to the muscular man, but the man was very vigilant, saying, "Put it on the table, I will take it myself."

This was a relatively safe distance between strangers. Back at the training ground, the coach had told him about this common sense, which was mainly used against the criminals who kidnapped the hostages.

If the police wanted to save the hostage, it was best not to get within three meters of the criminal. Unless there was a fatal blow, entering within three meters would anger the criminal and affect his safety.

The sturdy man looked at Qi Jin's ID card and asked: "It's not like you, your hair is that long and you haven't had a haircut for a few months?"

"More than half a year."

"Could it be a fugitive?"

"Brother, would fugitives grow such long hair in prison? The guards have already shaved me bald. "

Qi Jin explained.

"True."

The big man accepted his words.

"Would you like some boiling water?"

The muscular man didn't want to continue this confrontation. He felt very tired.

"Sure, I'm just disturbing you."

Qi Jin was really grateful to this stranger, he actually had boiling water.

The coaches on the other side of the mountain were not as cute as this big guy.

Family members were all commoners.

In order to let these people, who were closer to him than their families, live and work happily without picking up trash on their journey and staying up late at night, Qi Jin had sacrificed himself worth it.

At this moment, Qi Jin understood a little behind Zhang Jiyue's words. To defend the Sword of Justice, there had to be someone who was willing to give it up silently.

The boiling water was boiled last night, so it wasn't too hot after being poured out.

Qi Jin held onto the porcelain bowl, and gulped the water down. The warm water entered his stomach, warming his blood and spreading it all over his body.

Putting down the bowl with both hands, Qi Jin said gratefully: "Big brother, do you have any spare cotton-padded jackets? I really can't afford to buy one. "

The muscular man tilted his head and looked at him, then went into the room, took out an old black jacket and threw it at Qi Jin's feet, saying: "This was left at home by my brother, it's not money, take it, go, go quickly, I still want to sleep."

"Alright, I'll go now. Which direction is the exit route?"

Qi Jin did not dare to stay in this stranger's house for too long. The big sized man held the wooden stick in his hand and was ready to attack him at any time.

After leaving the training base, the only thing he could believe in was himself.

When dawn broke, Qi Jin finally found the highway. The mountain range was still rolling around him and he was relieved as long as he managed to intercept a car, he would be free and at ease.

He desperately needed to find a bank, withdraw the money from his bank card, and then check his mailbox to read the task the leader had assigned him.

He thought that it would be easy, but this road was actually deserted. Not a single car passed by, and from the looks of it, it was an isolated mountain range.

Until nine o'clock when Qi Jin had already finished eating the two steamed buns.

He anxiously waved his hand to signal for the carriage to stop, and Qi Jin quickly caught up.

There was only the driver and a middle-aged woman's conductor.

The two of them looked at Qi Jin in shock, the driver blinked his eyes and asked: "Bro, we are not going to the back of the village nor the shop, where did you come from?"

"Don't mention it, I'm lost. I don't even know where this is. Are you guys going to Beijing?"

Qi Jin asked.

"Yes, we will reach the long distance passenger transport station in two hours."

Qi Jin's heart dropped as he asked, "Is there enough money?"

"Twenty dollars."

the conductor said lazily.

Midway there were people entering the carriage one by one. Qi Jin didn't sleep the entire night and found a place to nap near the window.

Suddenly, he felt someone touching his clothes.

Half opening his eyes, he saw a pure white finger quickly retracting from his pocket.

"Thief."

Qi Jin was furious, his eyes were wide open. Beside him sat a young man whose hair was dyed yellow, acting as if nothing had happened as he avoided Qi Jin's gaze.

"Whap."

Qi Jin grabbed the thief's wrist. His hands had a lot of strength, like a steel hoop, they fiercely grabbed onto the thief's right hand.

"You … "Release."

The thief looked at Qi Jin in shock.

"You're a thief."

Qi Jin's voice was loud.

"Bullsh * t! Stop talking nonsense and be careful of getting beaten up."

The thief's panicked eyes flashed, and immediately said fiercely.

Although Qi Jin had been training for a year and a half, he had never practiced it.

After catching the thief, he didn't know how to deal with it. On this strange journey, only the driver and the flight attendant could rely on him. He shouted, "Driver, find a police station and stop. You have a thief in your car."

All of the passengers quickly moved out of the way to give Qi Jin space, looking at him fearfully.

The driver turned around and said, "Little brother, did you misunderstand? This comrade often sits in my car, but no one ever says he's a thief. I think you guys should have a good chat, what kind of misunderstanding is that? For people who are out on business, it's better to avoid trouble. Forget it, it's not easy for anyone. "

Qi Jin's IQ was very high. Hearing the driver's words, he understood that this thief most likely knew the driver, and might have colluded with him.

He originally wanted to send the thief to the police station, but then he thought, "I'm not a police officer anymore, so I'll have to mix in with the society in the future. Don't lose too much because of small matters."

He was even more worried that all of this was a game arranged by the Criminal Police Academy.

If Wu Yaner was here, according to her sense of justice, she would definitely take the thief for granted. However, Qi Jin's thoughts were even more complicated.

During his training, the cases he came into contact with were all major cases of murder, drug trafficking, smuggling and the like. People like thieves couldn't be considered part of the story. It was just too child's play.

Qi Jin wanted to find a serious case and hand in an answer scroll that satisfied the Leader.

After thinking about it, Qi Jin released his hand and said to the thief: "Stay away from me. Open your dog eyes and look carefully.

Qi Jin's face was stiff and hard, his long hair draped across his shoulders. In a year and a half, he had spent a large amount of physical training every day at the training ground, causing him to look extremely wild. Saying that he was here to mix was reasonable, only that his clothes were a bit conservative and immature.

Thieves only bully the weak and fear of the strong, otherwise, they would directly become bandits, not thieves. Just now, when they were fighting, in the blink of an eye, they felt that Qi Jin's hand strength was extraordinary, and was not someone who could be easily bullied. "When they reported it, they were all underworld friends, so they didn't have to be so f * cking flamboyant."

Qi Jin did not have a name, his thoughts turned and said: "My friends all called me wood chip, you have to remember this."

In his desperation, he couldn't think of any other resounding nickname. He was the most familiar with small piece of wood s and blindly invented one.