"Team Xiang, are you... okay?"

Wang Xinyao subconsciously covered her mouth, her big watery eyes full of fear.

She had never shown such an expression when faced with something strange.

But facing her colleagues who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, Wang Xinyao was afraid.

Fortunately, after hearing Wang Xinyao's shouts, Xiang Youming, who fell to the ground like a corpse, raised a hand with difficulty and waved it weakly a few times to indicate that he was okay.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xinyao felt relieved and lowered her slender hand covering her plump red lips.

He looked towards Uncle Qin who was soaked in the rain, with dark red blood flowing continuously like water, and his whole body looked like a bloody gourd.

Wang Xinyao called tentatively: "Qin Aiguo, are you okay?"

What answered Wang Xinyao was the sound of autumn rain.

Uncle Qin's body was soaked in the autumn rain, and he could not give Wang Xinyao any response.

"Qin Aiguo?"

"Qin Aiguo!"

"Don't scare me, are you okay?"

Wang Xinyao's eyes were wide open, and the frightened expression on her face was undisguised.

She almost used up all her strength to stand up and wanted to run towards Uncle Qin.

But she was also injured. As soon as she took a step, she staggered and fell into the cold rain.

With a complex expression of worry and stubbornness on her face, Wang Xinyao bit her lips and struggled towards Uncle Qin in the cold rain.

"Qin Aiguo... wake up?"

"The evil ghost is dead. Everything is over. Can you... wake up?"

Wang Xinyao stretched out her trembling hand and carefully shook Uncle Qin's shoulder.

"Well..."

As if feeling Wang Xinyao's call, Uncle Qin reluctantly opened his eyes and said angrily:

"Is it over...that's great..."

Uncle Qin's eyes were empty, and he forced a stiff smile on his face.

After saying this, his eyes began to slowly close as if they were filled with lead.

He...is going to die!

Seeing this scene, Wang Xinyao was completely panicked.

The rain fell on her body, and strands of black hair clung to her bare face. Not only did it not make her look embarrassed, but it actually added a style that made me feel pity for her.

The police uniform was soaked by the rain, and the moving curves were outlined like this.

Wang Xinyao, whose face was full of panic and pain, was like a bewildered child, panicking and holding Uncle Qin's head in her arms.

"Qin Aiguo, wake up... don't scare me!"

"I...I'll call now. The ambulance will be here right away."

"Please... don't scare me."

At a loss, Wang Xinyao took out her mobile phone in panic, only to find that the phone had been soaked in water and could not be turned on at all.

Mobile phones in 2006 were still dominated by physical buttons.

Snap!

Wang Xinyao threw her cell phone into the rain with a loud bang. She was like a helpless child, tears streaming down her face.

Being held in Wang Xinyao's arms, Uncle Qin looked at Wang Xinyao with soft eyes and said angrily:

"Silly boy, how can anyone be immortal?"

"I, Lao Qin, have never done anything big in my life. To be able to act like a hero today means that I am worthy of my father giving me such a name."

"Although I am older...ahem, I know that the world has become different."

"There must always be someone walking in the darkness to carry the burden forward for our people."

"Uncle Qin is dying... In the next life... In the next life, Uncle Qin will definitely be with you... and shoulder the burden for ordinary people with you."

Uncle Qin's eyes became increasingly hollow, and his voice became softer and softer, but his tone was unprecedentedly sincere.

Even when a person is about to die, his words are good. Facing Uncle Qin like this, Wang Xinyao burst into tears and her face was full of pain.

"Child...Uncle Qin seems to be dying."

"Can you promise Uncle Qin something..."

Looking at Wang Xinyao in pain, Uncle Qin raised his rough palm with difficulty, trying to touch Wang Xinyao's fair face.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he fell weakly into the cold rain.

"I promise you!"

"Qin Aiguo, I promise you!"

"As long as you are fine, I promise you ten things."

With tears streaming down her face, Wang Xinyao choked with sobs and held Uncle Qin's rough palm against her cold cheek, speaking incoherently.

"One autumn rain and another cold..."

"You are already an adult, don't be a little fool who catches a cold when the seasons change."

"You want to be a star that has edges and corners and shines."

Uncle Qin's pupils began to dilate, and his tone became slower and slower. Even Wang Xinyao could clearly see that Uncle Qin seemed to be swallowing a breath in his chest.

Dying... Wang Xinyao's face was filled with an expression of pain, and she became at a loss for a moment.

She just hugged Uncle Qin like this, soaking in the torrential autumn rain.

Amidst the sound of raindrops, Uncle Qin's eyes slowly closed, and his last words rang out inaudibly:

"Uncle Qin has no regrets in this life."

"Probably...the only regret is..."

"Silly boy, Uncle Qin is dying...can you...can you kiss Uncle Qin before he dies?"

"This is Uncle Qin's...last wish."

After saying his last wish, Uncle Qin felt a visible breath in his chest as he slowly swallowed.

Wang Xinyao closed her eyes in pain, and all that echoed in her mind were the images of Uncle Qin falling from the sky and finally dying as a hero.

Holding Uncle Qin's cold hand, Wang Xinyao's mouth slowly moved towards it.

Zhang Tong on the side almost witnessed the entire process.

During this period, he hesitated to speak several times...

But after seeing this scene, Zhang Tong couldn't help it anymore.

Uncle Qin, how old are you? Do you still want to show your face?

Maybe Wang Xinyao didn't notice anything wrong because she was in the middle of the game.

But Zhang Tong, who was further away, could see clearly that the cold rain was seeping out of Uncle Qin's body at an increasingly active speed.

Although Uncle Qin didn't know why he looked so angry, Zhang Tong could conclude that Uncle Qin was in a state of recovery.

The cabbage was eaten by the pig, Zhang Tong could barely bear it, but at worst it would be over if he didn't see it.

But you are already a bad old man, and you still follow the tricks of young people. Isn’t it too much!

So, Zhang Tong couldn't help it anymore.

Seeing Wang Xinyao slowly bringing her plump red lips closer, Zhang Tong finally opened his mouth and said weakly:

"Well...if I said that Uncle Qin was tricking you, would you believe it?"
Chapter completed!