Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 78 Escape

Looking at Yang Qing (Louis Koo)'s face, which looked so much like Liang Nengren, Li Jian felt a little dazed.

However, Yang Qing (Louis Koo) is already over 40 years old, with gray hair, a stubble beard, and a beer belly, making him quite easy to distinguish from Leung Neng-yan.

This is also a flaw in Hong Kong films' integration with the world.

After all, there are only so many actors in Hong Kong. If one actor plays an undercover agent today and a gangster tomorrow, it's easy for them to get confused about their roles.

Yang Qing seemed to be very sensitive to money. He leaned closer and whispered, "Li sir, I heard on the radio that they'd give 20 for catching Lam Kwok-yau. Is that true?"

"Old Yang, what are you saying!" Liang Junyi scolded.

Li Jian waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I posted the reward. Whoever can help me find Fan Shuwa, I'll pay them. Colleagues will be the same."

Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up: "Li sir is straightforward. I like dealing with straightforward people like you."

Liang Junyi quickly tried to defend Yang Zhen: "Li sir, don't take it to heart. Old Yang's family situation is rather special. He has three daughters and one son. His son is also sick, and his wife stays at home alone to take care of the children. The whole family depends on Old Yang's meager salary."

Li Jian nodded and said, "I understand."

Li Jian also had something else in his mind: If you don't have money, don't have so many children. Isn't that just harming them?

"Old Liang, let's not talk about this anymore, finding the child is the priority!"

Li Jian didn't care about avoiding the topic in front of outsiders and directly called Fan Shuwa by his nickname.

Liang Junyi said to the driver in front, "Keep driving forward."

The assault vehicle was constantly moving.

Yang Zhen pointed to a monitor and said, "Li Sir, do you see that red dot? That's Lin Guoyu's car. We're about 5 kilometers away from him in a straight line."

However, since this is a mountain road, the actual distance should be around 8 kilometers.

They should be able to get there in as little as 10 minutes.

Li Jian stared intently at the small 11-inch LCD screen.

Yang Zhen said with considerable pride, "Li sir, this is an imported monitor from the United States. It's the latest model, ultra-thin, only three centimeters thick."

Looking at Yang Zhen's smug expression, Li Jian couldn't help but say, "What's so thin about 3 centimeters? Anything over 1 centimeter is considered thick. And this screen, it's only 11 inches. Who can even look at that? If the mainland police see it, they'll think we look down on them."

Yang Zhen scratched his head: "Li sir, I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me. This is already the latest model."

Li Jian smiled but remained silent.

Do I have to tell you that I'm from 2025?

. . . . . .

Lin Guoyu parked his car in a pitch-black parking lot.

The parking lot was empty.

There wasn't a single car.

Lin Guoyu turned off the engine and pulled the handbrake.

Looking straight ahead, he said, "Do you believe in fate? Although this is our first meeting, I believe we are destined to be friends, and I also believe in karma."

A girl as pure as you will surely be rewarded.

Fan Shuwa calmed down at this point, took a deep breath, and replied, "You too. You're so wonderful, you're sure to be very happy in the future."

Lin Guoyu turned to look at her, shook his head and said, "No, I'm not happy at all, because nobody understands me."

Looking at the dark sky, Lin Guoyu muttered to himself, "In this world, I only believe in three people: God, my mother, and myself."

Fan Shuwa didn't know how to respond.

Lin Guoyu turned his head again, looked at her, and said softly, "You're still young, you won't understand."

Fan Shuwa finally found a topic to continue the conversation and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, my parents are very worried if I don't go home tonight. Why don't you let me go home first, and I'll talk to you again tomorrow?"

Lin Guoyu didn't respond, but instead asked, "Are you still a beast?"

At that moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating Lin Guoyu's face, making him look like a man-eating demon.

Fan Shuwa trembled with fear.

Then came a continuous barrage of thunderclaps, crackling and popping.

Fan Shuwa made a horrifying discovery.

Lin Guoyu seemed to be very sensitive to thunder; with each clap of thunder, the expression on his face would change and distort.

Rumble!

Another thunderclap resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Lin Guoyu suddenly reached out, his palm forming a claw, and pressed it against Fan Shuwa's neck.

Fan Shuwa closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Lin Guoyu's expression changed, as if he was enduring great pain.

a long time.

Lin Guoyu withdrew his hand and pressed the play button: "Want to listen to some music?"

Suddenly, a beautiful melody came from the radio: "Slowly looking back at the nights that once belonged to each other."

Honghong is still the bright sun in my heart.

If I shed foolish tears, I hope you can understand and forgive me.

I'll be leaving you tomorrow morning; the road may be long and lonely.

In an instant, there was so much to say.

Unfortunately, they will soon be on opposite sides.

All I can do is gaze intently at this moment.

Even if a thousand songs are sung in the future.

On the radio, Priscilla Chan's voice was beautiful and pleasant, refreshing the listener.

Whether the music was good or not, Fan Shuwa certainly didn't care, but Lin Guoyu had already taken it to heart. He leaned on the steering wheel, tapping his fingers to the rhythm of the music.

Fan Shuwa quietly reached for the car door lock and gently lifted it.

With a soft click, the car door unlocked.

Fan Shuwa held his breath, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as if he were holding a lively little deer.

Fan Shuwa stared intently at Lin Guoyu, who was slumped over the steering wheel, while opening the car door and putting one foot on the ground.

The rain outside seemed to have lessened a bit, but the continuous raindrops quickly soaked Fan Shuwa's pants and shoes.

The icy rain gave Fan Shuwa goosebumps.

Fan Shuwa turned around, preparing to get off the bus.

suddenly!

A rough, large hand gripped Fan Shuwa's shoulder, like an iron clamp.

Fan Shuwa turned around.

Lin Guoyu's face was inches away, her dead fish eyes staring intently at him: "Where are you going?"

Fan Shuwa was so frightened that he almost died on the spot.

She struggled desperately, like a frightened grasshopper: "Let me go, let me go!"

Lin Guoyu remained unmoved, his face contorted with rage: "You come back here! You're mine, and you're not getting away!"

Fan Shuwa used all his strength to jump off the car, but one of his arms was still firmly held by Lin Guoyu.

Fan Shuwa, in a fit of rage, lowered his head and bit Lin Guoyu's arm.

Ah~~~~ Lin Guoyu screamed in agony.

Fan Shuwa seized the opportunity to pull his arm away and turned to run.

Thunder roared, and lightning flashed.

The rain was torrential, and the roads were slippery in the rainy night.

Fan Shuwa had no sense of direction and couldn't tell which way was north, south, east, or west, so he could only keep running along the road.

Her hands were still handcuffed, which slowed her down.

The heavy rain soaked her hair, and the rainwater flowed down her face and into her eyes.

It's both sore and painful.

But Fan Shuwa didn't bother wiping it off at all.

There was only one word in her mind—run!

Run as fast as you can, run as far as you can.

Even if she were to die on the mountain, she would absolutely not want to stay with that perverted driver.

Fan Shuwa darted and leaped through the jungle like a fawn being chased by a wild beast.

As she ran, she kept looking back.

I wanted to see if that perverted driver had caught up with us.

Fortunately, the perverted driver never appeared.

Fan Shuwa was exhausted from running.

In the darkness, she saw a small cabin in the woods, which was a makeshift police station.

Light shone through the window.

Fan Shuwa seemed to see a glimmer of hope and scrambled over to it.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Fan Shuwa pounded on the window desperately, hoping someone inside would hear him.