Lao Zhou went to find water for his son. He grabbed a dusty cup from a desk in an office and walked along the corridor.

This ceramic cup is small and exquisite. It should have been a cup for coffee.

Lao Zhou turned around for a long time, and finally found that the number of the room in front had the word toilet written on it. Although it was not hygienic to find water from the toilet, Lao Zhou didn't care about that much anymore. He opened the door and turned on the faucet.

The faucet has not been used for a long time and has long been rusted.

Looking at the faucet, Lao Zhou was also beating his heart. He said that the faucet has not been used for a long time, can it still come out?

The faucet didn't flow out a drop of water, but made a crippling hissing sound, which echoed in the empty corridor, looking extremely crippled.

"It's really unlucky, it's so easy to find the faucet, but there is no water."

Lao Zhou carried the cup in disappointment and turned to leave.

At this time, the faucet groaned hissing for a long time, and suddenly there was a rustle, and a yellow water stream and a pungent rust smell flowed out of the faucet.

Lao Zhou was overjoyed. It turned out that the faucet was useless for a long time and rusted, but the turbid water in the pipe was obviously not drinkable. It took about two minutes for the water to become clear.

Lao Zhou cleaned the cup first, then took a glass of water, and walked toward the end of the corridor happily.

But it's not right, why is the sound of someone talking in the corridor?

Who will be talking?

Thinking of his son Xiaoguang sitting in the stairwell waiting for his warm picture when he was leaving, Lao Zhou couldn't help but feel anxious. Who is his son talking to?

The voice of two people spoke, and it sounded like they were arguing.

One of the voices belonged to his son Zhou Xiaoguang. Who is the son arguing with?

Lao Zhou became more flustered as he listened. Since it sounds like he is arguing, could it be that the police have already gone upstairs?

If the police find him and his son is seriously injured, it is obviously not a good thing.

Lao Zhou quickened his pace and walked towards the stairwell. As expected, he saw a dirty beggar dragging his son Xiaoguang out of the stairwell. He saw Xiaoguang grabbing the handrails of the stairs, and he felt distressed. .

Besides, the six ghosts who were watching the show couldn't help laughing when they saw Lao Zhou coming with a water glass.

The little nurse said, "It's lively now, Lao Zhou is here."

The dagger girl smiled, "Now I changed my mind. I bet Lao Zhou and his son will win, two to one, and the beggar will lose."

Doctor Wang sneered, "It has become so fast, but this time, I also bet Lao Zhou and his son win."

Zeng Yuqing snorted coldly, "It seems that the father and son beasts can't die again."

Bai Xiaojuu said, "In my opinion, not only will the father and son of Zhou not die, but the beggar may not survive."

The little nurse said, "It's all to blame for the beggar. It's because he didn't read the almanac because he dared to come up to find Lao Zhou and his son alone."

Doctor Wang hissed, "Quiet!"

Lao Zhou put the water glass on the ground and glanced at the glass cabinet with the fire hydrant next to it. Of course, the glass had been broken long ago, so he grabbed a fire extinguisher from it and held it in his hand.

When Zhou Xiaoguang saw Lao Zhou approaching, he immediately shouted, "Dad, save me!"

Liang Jun realized that there was someone behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw Lao Zhou walking towards him with a fire extinguisher.

"Let go of my son! You stinky beggar."

"Oh? Old Zhou? It really is you!"

When Liang Jun came to the Youth Film Studio to investigate the disappearance of an actress as a police officer of the Criminal Investigation Team, he also dealt with Lao Zhou. However, Lao Zhou couldn't remember him. Firstly, because too many policemen came to investigate the case, and secondly because Liang Jun was unkempt and looked like a beggar. How could it not be possible for Lao Zhou to follow him with the previous one. The handsome police are connected.

At this moment, seeing Lao Zhou walking towards him with a fierce look and carrying a fire extinguisher, he was even more convinced that Ye Tian and Zhuang Mengdie's speculation was correct. The suspects were indeed Lao Zhou and his son.

Liang Jun immediately pointed his gun at Lao Zhou's chest, "Don't come here, I will shoot again."

"You stinky beggar, you really love to be nosy."

Lao Zhou did not stop, but continued to move forward, only at a much slower pace.

Taking advantage of Liang Jun’s distraction, Zhou Xiaoguang grabbed half of a brick from the ground. This brick must have been placed on the top door of the corridor before. Sometimes ventilation is needed in the corridor. It is estimated that this brick is a room to ensure that the corridor is ventilated. The top door brick with the door not closing.

Liang Jun didn't have eyes behind his head, he naturally didn't know that Zhou Xiaoguang, who was half-dead, would fight back desperately.

Zhou Xiaoguang grabbed the handrails of the stairs and stood up with difficulty, lifting the slabs and aiming at the back of Liang Jun's head desperately.

Unsuspecting Liang Jun felt his head buzzing, and when he turned around, he saw Zhou Xiaoguang standing behind him with a brick in his hand, instantly realizing that he was being counted.

In fact, according to Zhou Xiaoguang’s normal hand strength, Liang Jun specified that the brick should fall to the ground immediately. There is no chance to look back to see who hit him. However, Zhou Xiaoguang is now seriously injured and his hand strength is naturally weak. A lot.

Lao Zhou immediately rushed forward, picked up the fire extinguisher, and smashed it at Liang Jun, watching Liang Jun fall softly to the ground before putting down the fire extinguisher.

Zhou Xiaoguang's smash just now had exhausted all the strength of his body, and he softened and collapsed on the ground.

"Xiaoguang, how are you doing?"

Lao Zhou held his son tightly in his arms.

Zhou Xiaoguang's face was pale as paper, and his lips were not bloody.

"Dad, I want to drink water."

"Daddy will bring you water."

Lao Zhou immediately went back to the corridor, found the water glass that had just been placed on the ground, and brought it to his son.

"Quick, drink some water."

Lao Zhou handed the cup to his son's mouth.

Zhou Xiaoguang opened his mouth, took a sip of water, and swallowed with difficulty.

"Xiaoguang, we can't stay here, it's too dangerous. The police will find here anytime."

"Well, this stinky beggar is the police."

"Son, go, Dad will help you downstairs, let's find a safe place to avoid it."

"But what does he do? Just leave this stinky beggar here?"

Zhou Xiaoguang glanced at Liang Jun who fell to the ground in a coma.

"This damned policeman, everything is messed up."

Lao Zhou dragged Liang Jun to the side of the stairs and gave him a sharp kick.

Liang Jun's whole person immediately rolled down on the steps like a ball, and rolled straight to the next step before stopping.

"Leave him alone, let's go."

Lao Zhou picked up the gun, put it on the waist of his trousers, and helped his son walk downstairs with one foot and one foot shallow.

"But Dad, he seems to be alive."

"Live a shit! Let's throw him here, and when his blood drains away, he will naturally die."

"Should we hide him somewhere?"

"Son, your dad is not a superman, do you think dad is free now?"