Chapter 14 Section 2 Sun Wukong

Xuanzang drove a white SUV all the way west, passing through many cities and meeting many people along the way.When he was sleepy, he would lie down in the car and sleep for a while. When he was hungry, he would buy some instant food at a small convenience store by the side of the road. There are no pressing schedules, no fans who follow you everywhere, singing whatever you want, no matter how badly you sing, and no producers yelling in the studio.As a former famous singer, he has not enjoyed this kind of vagabond treatment for several years. The only fly in the ointment was that he suddenly felt a little lonely.

Although playing and singing by oneself is also a wonderful thing, Xuanzang still hopes to have a partner—not a business partner like Li Shimin, but a like-minded partner in music. In the former White Horse Temple band, there were several outstanding musicians, all of whom were poached by Li Shimin from various places.They are all talented in music, and their performance is impeccable, but Xuanzang still doesn't like it very much.They follow the schedule every day, sing, dance, and play according to the requirements of the contract, and even jokes have pre-planned scripts. The musicians of Baima Temple showed no flaws and no passion.For them, music is just a means of making a living, not a hobby.Rather than saying that they are musicians, it is better to say that they are a group of music office workers.

Xuanzang had never practiced with them, and they never offered any musical suggestions, they just mechanically repeated the score in their hands, finding every note very accurately, which was outrageously accurate and boring .Xuanzang hated this kind of routine very much. He often improvised on various occasions, either suddenly raising the tune a few degrees, or smashing guitars or other instruments in the band, making these office workers confused by unplanned attacks and unable to find them. tune.Every time the plot succeeds, Xuanzang will be happy for a minute or two, and then become even more disappointed.

One of the reasons Xuanzang left was that he really didn't want to stay in the same oven with these breads that had forgotten to put salt. "However, it would be too lonely to go to the Western Paradise alone." Xuanzang said to himself in the rearview mirror.The engine of the white SUV made a purring sound, as if agreeing with the owner. To form a decent rock band, at least four people are needed: vocalist, guitarist, bassist and drummer, which is also the minimum number for a mahjong table during a long journey. "Ah, ah, but this thing can't come by force." Xuanzang scratched his head, and then remembered that he was bald, "After all, there are not many fools like me." If Li Shimin sat in the co-pilot's seat, Will definitely agree with this evaluation.

At this time, the red light on the dashboard came on, and it was time for the car to refuel.At this time he was in a busy city.Most of the buildings here are square and square, and the exterior is the original color of unmodified cement. Looking around, the field of vision is gray and white.Everyone on the street was in a hurry, almost no one stopped, and no one took a second look at the SUV.Rock Xuanzang moved slowly on the street holding the steering wheel, and found that there were almost no other signs on both sides of the road except for various funds, securities companies and banks, not even a bookstore or clothing store.

Xuanzang wandered the streets for a long time, and finally found a gas station on the edge of the city. He drove the car in, honked the horn, and a tired middle-aged man walked slowly over with a grease gun, with frightening bags under his eyes. "Boss, come on." "Yeah." The boss deftly opened the oil cap of the SUV and put the oil gun in, "Are you going far away?" "Yes, to the west." The words made Xuanzang choke a little, he scratched his head, and then replied: "Well, I want to find real music." "Real music... must be very valuable, right?" Xuanzang wisely said He closed his mouth, threw the boss beside the car to refuel, and went into the small supermarket at the gas station to wander around.In a short time he bought several sacks of bread, a dozen beers, a can of chewing gum, and two boxes of pencils—the last one for chewing rather than writing.He has the habit of biting the end of a pencil when thinking since he was a child, and the thinking time is very long when driving.

He came to the counter with a lot of things in his arms, and the boss had already filled up the gas, and went back to the cash register to start paying.Xuanzang looked around boredly, and accidentally saw a large cardboard box next to the counter, and there were many tapes and CDs piled up in the cardboard box.His eyes lit up, since he entered this city, he finally saw something about music. "Boss, can I see those things?" "Oh, that's not for sale." The boss glanced at it and replied indifferently, "Someone else threw it here, you can just take it if you want." Xuanzang squatted in front of the boxes curiously, examining them one by one.These tapes are quite old, and there are light-colored striped stickers on the tape surface, with some illegible words and numbers written on them. It is not an official publication at first glance. It should be a blank tape bought by an individual and recorded by himself and marked for classification. .It's a pity that Xuanzang didn't bring a tape recorder with him on this trip, so he just searched through it with a little sentimentality, and soon turned his attention to the CD.

These CDs are all recording discs, without sleeves, and many discs have been scratched into bad shape.Xuanzang took a long time to find a relatively well-preserved CD from the middle.On the front of the disc, someone scrawled a few words with a marker pen: "Havoc in Heaven" Unplugged Live-#3. Xuanzang picked up the CD with two fingers with interest, and put it in the pile of food waiting for the checkout.The boss didn't even look at it, and threw it directly into the shopping bag. Coming out of the gas station, Xuanzang started the car, pushed the CD into the car stereo, and drove slowly on the highway.

A rush of melody poured out from the surround sound speakers of the SUV, like a storm or a thunderbolt.Xuanzang jumped up like an electric shock, and his bald head hit the roof of the cab heavily. Xuanzang couldn't help but swear, he had never heard such a violent guitar solo, it was full of incomparably sturdy vitality, the melody and technique had taken a backseat, and the player was completely controlled by his passion Rhythm—no, rhythm doesn’t exist anymore, it’s not music anymore, but a boundless primeval jungle where the jungle is preyed upon by the weak and the strong. breathing, recklessly and loudly alive.

Xuanzang guessed that the guitar must be made of ultra-high-tension carbon fiber strings and a thick piano board. Only this configuration can withstand the player's wild madness.Xuanzang couldn't help but imagine how thick and tough fingers must be to pluck the strings of such tension and perform such domineering arrogance.The duration of the music is not long, only about 20 minutes, and there is no more after that.But this was almost the most thrilling twenty minutes in Xuanzang's life.When the performance was over, his arms still pressed the steering wheel horn blankly, causing the SUV to make a whoosh sound on the road.The passing cars and passers-by were extremely astonished, and they all detoured around this freak.

Xuanzang rubbed his face with his hands, trying to restore his sanity quickly.The first thing he did when he woke up was to turn around and slam on the gas pedal all the way back to the gas station. Ignoring the boss's surprised gaze, he grabbed his arm and shouted loudly, "Hey, where did you get this CD?" The boss was frightened by the young monk, and after a while he murmured: "Here, this is from a little boy nearby. He wants to change his chewing gum." Xuanzang asked the little boy's whereabouts again, and the boss hesitated for a while. , or write him an address. As if he had found a treasure, Xuanzang bought a map of the city, searched for it, and soon found a real estate.This real estate is called Wuzhishan, and there are five apartment buildings in it, each towering into the sky, like a person's five fingers straight into the sky.Similar to the mainstream buildings in this city, the Wuzhishan real estate uses dark gray outer walls and reddish-brown bricks, with precise proportions and low tones, like five bankers with gloomy faces holding a board meeting. The little boy happened to be playing downstairs in one of the buildings. His characteristics were the same as the gas station owner said: he had a big head, big glasses, but small eyes, and he was wearing clothes the color of burning clouds. Xuanzang walked up to the little boy and took out a handful of candies from his arms: "My little friend, I heard that you once sold a glove box to a gas station?" , nor deny, nor admit.Xuanzang had no experience in dealing with children. He even asked a few words, but the little boy acted like he had never heard of it, and put his hands behind his back. He didn't even look at the candy in his hand. Instead, he was full of curiosity about the guitar on his back. Xuanzang noticed this detail, he took off the guitar, fiddled with it a few times, and handed it to the little boy.There was some interest in the little boy's eyes, and he stretched out his hand timidly to touch the strings.The guitar made a pleasant sound, and the little boy finally smiled.Xuanzang simply put the guitar flat on the ground and taught him to rub the strings with his fingertips. At this time, a cold voice came from behind: "The rest time is over, why don't you go to the room to review the Mathematical Olympiad?" The child trembled all over, turned around and ran into the apartment building.Xuanzang raised his head, squinted his eyes, and saw a young woman in an office suit standing at the entrance of the apartment. She was about 30 years old, with a fairly slim figure, but there were already deep crow's feet in the corners of her eyes. "Sir, do you know my Xiaohong?" The young woman noticed that Xuanzang was wearing a ripped denim suit, with a guitar resting on the ground, with a distrustful expression on her face. "Oh, no, I just want to ask him about this CD." Xuanzang took out the CD from his arms and handed it to the young woman.The young woman didn't answer, just glanced at it briefly, and replied lightly: "This is something from my house." "I can return it to you." "You can take it if you like. Our house does not have such a big place, and we have to buy it every year." Clean up a bunch of unnecessary clutter." The young woman wanted to turn around and leave, but Xuanzang grabbed her arm, and asked eagerly and rudely: "I, can I ask who is the player on this CD?" The young woman seemed a little impatient with this question: " Why do you ask this?" "I like it! Don't you think this performance is too good?" "Don't swear, sir." The young woman frowned in disgust, but Xuanzang ignored her and grabbed her arms, looking firmly into her eyes.When residents enter and leave the apartment building, they will more or less turn their heads to look at them.The two confronted each other for a long time, and the young woman finally surrendered. She lowered her shoulders and exhaled slightly: "Okay, I'll tell you, but let go first." Xuanzang let go. "This player, Sun Wukong, is a good friend of my husband. He used to be a guitarist in an amateur band. It seems to be called... Well, Huaguoshan Band, my husband is also in it... They often engage in some small-scale Concerts or something. That was all ten years ago.” Speaking of this, the young woman showed an indignant expression: “Thinking about it now, if my husband used the time spent on playing to improve himself and take more certificates , Memorize a few more words, maybe the salary will be higher now. So I can't let Xiaohong repeat the same mistakes, I must start with the children. Those tapes and CDs should have been disposed of long ago. I have other things at home. You can take it all if you like..." The young woman was about to enter the nagging mode, Xuanzang interrupted her just in time. "You said... Uh, this Mr. Sun, is he still working in a band?" "Of course not! How can an adult keep doing nothing and not doing his job properly!" The young woman seemed to have been greatly insulted, her eyes widened, " Do you know how much thought I put into getting my husband on the right track! After my husband and I got married, the band disbanded. Later, Sun Wukong went to a securities company as a stock operator and made some money. In this Wuzhishan I bought a house in the apartment. But we don’t have much contact with each other anymore. Tsk tsk, stock operator, I don’t know how much money you can make. The house here is very expensive.” Xuanzang let the young woman go, he was afraid that he would find her Sun Wukong was annoyed by her before.As soon as the young woman was free, she hurried into the apartment and seriously considered whether to call the police. Xuanzang found the Wuzhishan property company. This time he learned how to deal with the people here, so he threw a banknote with a high face value, and soon the people from the property company gave him a satisfactory answer: 2804, Building B, Wuzhishan . The twenty-eighth floor is considered a good location in this community, with a wide view and far away from the dust layer.Xuanzang found the door of 2804 according to the address of the house number and rang the doorbell. Ten seconds later, the door opened.The person who appeared in front of Xuanzang was about forty years old, very thin, with sunken eye sockets, surrounded by darkness, a neurasthenic appearance, and even some signs of baldness, the whole person seemed to have just been cut out of a stone , haggard and indifferent. Xuanzang noticed his hands, which were a pair of guitar-playing hands, with slender fingers, thick knuckles, and calloused fingertips. "Monkey King?" Monkey King nodded.Xuanzang was very happy, and took out the CD: "This CD, you burned it when you were in the Huaguoshan band, right?" Sun Wukong glanced at it, unmoved.While his eyeballs were rolling, the slack muscles of his face almost didn't move at all, appearing indifferent. "This is the best guitar performance I've ever heard!" Xuanzang praised sincerely.Compared with Monkey King, the group of musicians at the White Horse Temple is simply a group of idiots whose fingers were broken by a baseball bat. "It's all about when I was young." Sun Wukong said, "I don't have the heart to deal with those troubles now." He glanced at the guitar behind Xuanzang, and added: "Young man, I think you are old and not young. , You have to think about yourself too, don’t neglect your business.” After finishing speaking, Monkey King was about to close the door, but Xuanzang blocked the door frame with a piano pillow. "It's you who are not doing business properly!" Xuanzang shouted angrily.Sun Wukong stared at him blankly, and suddenly remembered that he was similar to him in the Huaguoshan band.Feeling an inexplicable nostalgia, he said to Xuanzang, "Since you don't want to leave, come in and sit down. I still have a few hours before the stock market opens." Xuanzang found that Sun Wukong's home was very tidy, with only a bed, a simple wardrobe, a writing desk, a computer, and a water dispenser.Not to mention audio and photos, there is not even a bookshelf, only a few thick economic books are placed next to the computer. "I've already cleaned up those things, and there's nothing left now." Sun Wukong explained to Xuanzang, pointing out the window with a little pride and sadness, "To have such a house in this city is a It’s very rare. It’s a pity that the house in Wuzhishan is very expensive, and you have to pay a high mortgage every month.” “How high is it?” Xuanzang has no idea about these things, so he is always scolded by Li Shimin as a waste who doesn’t know how expensive money is. firewood. "It's like the whole Wuzhishan real estate is on him." Sun Wukong made a bitter joke.I don't know why he has a good impression of this young man who is ten years younger than himself, probably because he saw the shadow of himself in him. Xuanzang quickly changed the topic to the CD: "How on earth did you play the song "Havoc in Heaven?" Sun Wukong took the CD, rubbed the smooth surface of the CD with his right hand, and his eyes showed a strange look. shine. "The song "Havoc in Heaven"... probably our best performance in the best state, it was completely improvised, and I never found this feeling after that. It was also the last time of our Huaguoshan band. One collaboration, when we sang at its peak, we set fire to a large warehouse, and then wandered around the city with a dozen cars with the audience, calling in the police from all over the city and almost causing a riot.” When Sun Wukong said this, he looked proud. Obviously, it was a youthful memory that even the mortgage could not erase. "After that, the band disbanded very quickly. Lao Niu went to an insurance company, Lao Jiao turned to import and export trade, and I also submitted my resume to the stock exchange—for the future of those little monkey cubs in Huaguoshan Think about it." Sun Wukong said this, and poured Xuanzang a glass of pure water shyly.Xuanzang smacked his lips with a regretful expression. "Don't you regret it?" "There is nothing to regret, what age you are and what you are doing." Xuanzang didn't like this indifferent answer very much, he blurted out: "Come with me to the West Paradise!" "West Paradise?" Sun Wukong was a little surprised . "Yes! Xitian! I came from the Tang Dynasty in the east, and went to the west to seek real music!" Sun Wukong laughed mockingly: "If I leave with you, who will pay the mortgage? Who will feed the monkey cubs in Huaguo Mountain? Xuanzang angrily threw the guitar on his body in front of him, the instrument fell on the floor, and the strings hummed slightly: "I don't believe that people who play that kind of music will be indifferent to this!" After careful observation, this guitar has been deliberately adjusted. Although it is not as bold as his murder weapon back then, it still has a bit of charm.Obviously, Xuanzang made adjustments to the guitar according to the playing on the CD.Sun Wukong was slightly surprised by this forensic skill. "How?" Xuanzang asked hopefully. "It's a good guitar, you shouldn't beat it like this, you should take good care of it." Sun Wukong picked up the guitar from the ground and handed it back to Xuanzang, "I'm sorry, I'm past that age." "Nonsense! You are committing a crime! Anyone can be a stock operator, but you are the only one in Havoc in Heaven!" Xuanzang was a little annoyed, and suddenly got up.The second thing he hated was the performance contract, and the first thing he hated was seeing a talented genius so declined.Sun Wukong raised his wrist to look at his watch, and made a gesture to see off the guests: "I'm about to go to work. Goodbye." He was like a stubborn rock, blocking out all Xuanzang's emotions, turning a deaf ear to them, and being unmoved in the slightest.Sun Wukong left the Wuzhishan apartment, Xuanzang looked at his hunched back in frustration, feeling a deep sense of frustration.He kicked the elevator door hard, put the guitar on his back again, and walked towards the gate of the community. At this moment, his shoulder was suddenly held down by a big hand.The big hand was quite strong, with a slight pressure, Xuanzang couldn't move.Looking back, he saw a burly man standing behind him, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and gold-rimmed glasses, like a big Li Shimin. "Hey, were you harassing my wife just now?" the man asked.Xuanzang's face suddenly became brighter... Sun Wukong worked for a full twelve hours, eight hours were part of his work, and he applied for the extra four hours on his own initiative in exchange for a lot of overtime pay.In this way, the monthly payment for this month will be settled. Finally, when it was time to go home, Sun Wukong's eyes were so tired that he was staring at the screen for too long and wept. He had to take a few drops of eye drops before walking home.He was physically and mentally exhausted, like a deep well with dry water, he just wanted to quickly fall on the bed and sleep, so as to cope with the same busy work tomorrow.The matter of that young man only flashed in his mind, and was soon overwhelmed by a mountain of worries. Back at the apartment, he opened the door, washed up briefly, and then lay on the bed with all his clothes on. It was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.Sun Wukong suffers from severe neurasthenia, and it takes an hour or two to fall asleep every time he goes to sleep without the help of sleeping pills. When he wakes up in the morning, he often finds many monkey hairs next to his pillow. Not five minutes after lying down, Sun Wukong suddenly heard a noise coming from outside, the rumbling sound waves shook the glass slightly.He was a little annoyed, his sleep quality was poor, and he hated other people making noise in the middle of the night.But when he listened carefully, he found something was wrong.It wasn't just noise, it seemed to have a melody, and he was familiar with it. "Havoc"?They are very similar, but the details are slightly different, a little less wild and more youthful. Sun Wukong got up from the bed, opened the window, poked his head out, and found that there were lights on in several apartment buildings, and many people opened the windows to look outside like him, hoping to find the source of the noise. Downstairs of the Wuzhishan apartment, a white SUV parked savagely in the garden. Several thick wires snaked out of the car, and five or six car speakers were drawn around the car. Arrogantly pouring out a large equivalent decibel.A young man was standing on the roof of the car, holding a guitar and playing it by himself. This set of speakers was brought by Xuanzang from Chang'an. It is characterized by its small size and high power, which can hold a small concert.Xuanzang took the stereo out of the car, connected the speakers and the power amplifier, and the volume was loud enough to alarm Monkey King and the unfortunate neighbors around him on the 28th floor. "The way to cut the sound is wrong." This was the first thought that crossed Sun Wukong's mind. Even he himself was very surprised. The first thing he subconsciously did was to comment on his performance instead of worrying about disturbing his dream first. come level. Xuanzang didn't know anything about Monkey King's thoughts on the twenty-eighth floor. He was completely intoxicated in the crazy tune and plucked the strings obsessively.Countless residents poked their heads out, looking at Xuanzang sleepily.The scene was so surreal that many of them thought they were still in a dream. Sun Wukong pressed his entire face against the glass, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.Although there was quite a long distance from the twenty-eighth floor to the ground, he recognized it at a glance. The guitar in Xuanzang's arms was not the one he brought home in the morning, but the guitar that accompanied the Huaguoshan band all the way back then. rebuilt acoustic guitar. "Where did he get this thing?" Sun Wukong wondered, he didn't even remember the last whereabouts of that guitar.He took another look, suddenly with a slightly sore nose, realizing that he hadn't seen the old chap for almost ten years. Tears welled up from the long-dried lacrimal glands, flowing over the stinging eyelids.Monkey King had hallucinations for a moment, as if it was not Xuanzang who was playing crazily downstairs, but the heavy acoustic guitar itself.It was calling for him, just like a loyal dog looking for its master, or a body that had lost its soul. The "Havoc in Heaven" downstairs intensified, and Xuanzang turned up the volume of the stereo to the maximum, playing nonsense without restraint.After playing a song, Xuanzang grabbed the microphone and yelled towards the 28th floor: "Sun Wukong, did you hear that?! This is your wreak havoc in Heaven!!" The echo echoed among the five apartment buildings for a long time. never dispersed. There was no response from the twenty-eighth floor, the windows were closed at some point, and the room was still dark.Xuanzang yelled again: "Sun Wukong, come out and listen to your havoc in Heaven! Listen to this guitar!" Still no response.Angrily, Xuanzang quickly swept across the strings a few times, and looked outside the real estate. The property management staff was locked in the office by him, and the police would take about five minutes to arrive.In such a short period of time, Xuanzang had no choice but to continue playing Havoc in Heaven. The strings on this guitar were so unique that his fingers were sore from playing just now.The reluctant audience in the building came to their senses and started yelling. "Sun Wu..." Xuanzang raised his head and yelled again. Just after he yelled two words, his hand suddenly lightened, and the guitar was snatched away by a pair of powerful arms. "Stupid! The fingering in this paragraph is not like this!" Monkey King had a straight face, but his eyes were piercing.He hugged the heavy guitar in his arms, and Xuanzang humbly jumped out of the car, leaving Sun Wukong and the heavy guitar alone on the roof of the SUV. The moment the person touched the guitar, the wild monkey came back to life. Sun Wukong's hand just flicked lightly, and a series of heroic notes with sparks spread into the air through the speaker, rumbling, as if the god of thunder descended from the clouds to the world.At this time, Monkey King is no longer a humble office worker at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, but a fearless guitarist during the LIVE of "Havoc in Heaven". Without any hesitation at all, the majestic melody flowed out of Sun Wukong's body, flowed through the heavy guitar, and made a huge sound.Many vehicles parked downstairs burst out with sirens, like a group of trembling believers kneeling before the King of the Night. The music circulated fiercely among the five huge buildings, and the entire Wuzhishan apartment was shaken by the booming subwoofer, as if a heart that had stopped beating was repeatedly shocked by a huge pacemaker, and the inexplicable vitality was released from the shock. Straws and strands of steam rose from the cracks, lingering around the Wuzhishan apartment. When the first section sounds, the earth roars; when the second section sounds, the mountains and rocks collapse; "How is it? I said he is the best." The burly middle-aged man said to Xuanzang with a proud face.He was wearing a plaid pajamas, and behind him stood a young woman with an expressionless face and the child named Xiaohong. "It's really rare that you kept that guitar for so long." Xuanzang said with relief.It is really lucky to be able to hear the live version of "Havoc in Heaven". "He is the most talented among us. After that night, the band disbanded, and everyone else thought that he couldn't bury his talent like this, and even agreed to make enough money to make him popular together. It's a pity that Brother Sun Gu Nian, He refused to do so, saying that in this city, music has no future and money is the most important thing. But I know that he does not belong to this city at all." Xuanzang suddenly thought of Li Shimin, and only then did he realize how much he had done. Lucky. "I have been hiding this guitar at home. I hope that one day someone will pick it up and wake up my grandson." The middle-aged man patted Xuanzang on the shoulder: "It's fortunate that you came. The happiest moment when I saw my grandson." The young woman moved her lips, wanting to say something, but she didn't speak in the end.She held the child tightly in her arms, fearing that his young heart would be infected and poisoned.And the child looked at the crazy uncle on the roof with great interest, his eyes were shining, and no one could understand what he was thinking. All the residents of the five buildings in Wuzhishan remained strangely silent, no one cheered, no one complained.In the face of Monkey King's boundless awe, all the words are pale and powerless. They put their faces on the glass, letting the violent rhythm abuse the whole building, like a group of helpless ship passengers under the storm. When the last note disappeared in mid-air, Monkey King gently pressed his fingers on the strings, as if to put a halter on these wild horses that had run away.Everything was silent all around, Sun Wukong looked around with an incomparably sharp aura. Ten years later, his playing skills are still impeccable, as if 3,650 days is just a moment of turning around.Sun Wukong's body wears down and ages, but his talent never fades. "Lao Niu, I know it must be you." Monkey King said.He jumped out of the car, clutching the heavy guitar like a lover's hand.The current him is completely different from that decadent middle-aged man who promised his promises and spoke cautiously, completely reborn. The old cow laughed and gave him a thumbs up.The two raised their arms and clapped loudly in mid-air.At this time, the sharp police car sirens sounded from far to near, until the end of the song, they dared to sound tremblingly, piercing the ravaged night sky. Sun Wukong listened attentively, then shrugged his shoulders easily, and said to Xuanzang, "Is it still too late?" Here, there is not much time left for them, and the wires can only be wound up indiscriminately and thrown into the back compartment.Xuanzang pressed the back cover of the car back hard, and a few threads squeezed out from the crack of the door, making the SUV look like a huge travel bag stuffed with clothes from the rear. After installing it, Xuanzang jumped into the cab, Sun Wukong opened the door, and sat in the co-pilot with the guitar in his arms.Xuanzang shook the glass and threw a business card to Lao Niu: "Go to Chang'an and find this person!" Lao Niu made a reassuring gesture to them. Xiaobai let out an arrogant cry, and the whole body trembled.At the same time it rushed out of the Wuzhishan community, the police car just arrived at the gate.When they saw the perpetrator who disturbed the people driving away at night, they quickly turned around and chased after them. "Being chased by police cars all over the city is really similar to that day..." Lao Niu sighed, then turned to his wife and children and said, "It's getting late, go back to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."