The black ink stained his hand.
Wen Mu looked at Tang Si's hand calmly, the smile on his lips deepened, he was gentle and elegant, but there was a cold knife hidden in his brows and eyes.
The policeman recorded next to him observed the situation, and when he saw the situation at the scene, he put away his pen and raised his head: "Captain Tang, do you want to stop for a while and drink some water?"
After he finished speaking, the air was quiet and clear, and there was an inexplicable low pressure rising steadily, making people a little breathless in such an atmosphere.
The man sat, threw the pen into the trash can, took out the paper from his pocket, wiped his hands, and said slowly: "No, continue."
After finishing the words, he took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, looked at Wen Mu: "Continue."
Tang Si's voice sounded deep and hoarse at the moment, with an inexplicable low pressure.
Wen Mu smiled slowly.
"That year, when you went to the mountain, the large army abandoned you, you found a house, rescued a girl, and you took the pain instead of that girl." Wen Mu said in a very simple way : "That girl is Song Yi."
"What will happen if she knows this?" Wen Mu said slowly, "I have that video from back then."
"How did you save her, and how did you undertake those things?"
"It's okay if you don't remember, I have the video. You'll see that video."
"I hope you won't be too surprised when you see it. Don't be too surprised."
"Also, if Song Yi knows that you have endured so much for her, what will she think? Will she blame herself? Or will she become despised of you?"
As she talked, she laughed more and more wantonly: "At that time, how did she weigh her feelings for you, whether she loved more, or felt more guilt and self-blame, or that there was no love at all, only guilt and self-blame? Let her continue with you."
"Love mixed with various impurities is no longer called love, but the result of weighing pros and cons."
Wen Mu: "You don't deserve pure things."
He had to stir up a pot of good soup: "Don't forget, Song Yi originally wanted to go on a blind date with me at the banquet before, Song's parents and my parents, it was agreed, you just snatched it from me. That's all."
"Love and girlfriends all need charity from others."
During this period, Tang Si kept bowing his head, recording.
When Wen Mu didn't speak any more, Tang Si raised his eyes and said indifferently, "Is it finished?"
Wen Mu leaned back, still calmly: "It's over."
"What she thinks of me is her business, and what her feelings for me will become is also her business. My feelings for her are pure."
Tang Si's tone was light: "Since you know how I live, you should know how I treat feelings. There is no need to stimulate me like this. The methods are quite low-level."
I didn't say that I like it. If I love it, I must ask for something in return.
Song Yi can like him, it is a gift from heaven, he once thought that he would die in some unknown place.
No one will find out either.
Tang Si raised his eyebrows and stood up, handing the notebook in his hand to the police over there: "Compare the transcript."
The handwriting on it was vigorous and sharp, as if it was covered with ice.
After finishing speaking, he walked out without looking at Wen Mu again.
Some things are buried in the bottom of my heart, but they will be dug out, it is only a matter of time.
Tang Si didn't dare to think about what was in that video.
…
Reason told Tang Si that he had no desires or desires before, even if he didn't have it with her, he still had it.
But his heart told him that even if he thought about it like this, it would still hurt, and breathing would also hurt.
He didn't know what the video would be, and he couldn't guarantee what would happen to Song Yi after watching the video.
Uncertainty, surrounding him, spread like sea water, irrigating the top of his head, sinking him to the bottom of the sea, when the surrounding coldness and darkness spread out.
He didn't know where his hiding place was.
Every step he took was extraordinarily heavy, his back was lonely, surrounded by a dark coldness that could not be dissipated, and his surroundings seemed extraordinarily cold and lonely.
In the end, he stopped and turned into the toilet next to him.
…
Outside, Song Yi was sitting in the car waiting for Tang Si to come out, looking down at the phone screen to browse news and short videos.
Feeling more and more boring.
"Ding-"
A new email has come in.
The name of the title is, this is your savior.
in the video.
The boy kicked open the door recklessly, and pulled the girl out.
Not long after, that young man was tied up again, his brows and eyes still suffused with savagery.
Indomitable, do not bow your head.
In the gloomy room, those people continued to destroy and torture the boy's will, and even injected him with hallucinogens.
Controlling his consciousness, he couldn't tell what was reality and what was a dream.
The expression is painful, and the hoarse voice of screaming keeps coming out of the video, and the days are like that day after day.
Will torture people like a madman.
He was gradually covered in blood.
"Don't hurt your face."
"He's pretty good-looking, isn't he?"
"It is indeed a superb..."
The dialogue is obscene.
Song Yi's hand holding the phone was trembling, her heart was gripping fiercely, staring at the screen, her eyes were red, at this moment, every inch of her breathing became painful.
She witnessed that the boy's clothes inside were peeled off layer by layer, and that the handcuffs on his hands were bloody due to his struggle, and the handcuffs even sank into his flesh.
Every picture is bloody and dark.
He was surrounded by lights like that.
The men rolled up their sleeves and unbuttoned their coats.
"Let's untie it for him, it's convenient." A person suggested: "He can't struggle anymore when he's like this."
"OK."
The boy's hands were freed.
In the next second, the boy stood up on the ground, and several men at the scene had their throats cut with daggers.
The last thing he could see was that in the sea of blood, he was covered in blood.
Lifting the eyelashes lightly, under the grotesque dark light, there is a thick shadow at the end of the eyes, Manli's blood light is reflected in the bottom of the eyes, not stained with any color, as if there is only a sinister bone in front of him, and the corners of the lips pick out the most piercing edge , bloodthirsty and deep cold.
No emotion, no emotion, killing with hostility.
Colliding with that one line of sight seems to kill you.
It was a bone-chilling cold.
When a person is at the critical point, his explosive power is amazing.
…
Under the noon sun, Song Yi opened the car door, trembling all over, almost having difficulty breathing, her heart hurting, trying to breathe fresh air, so that she could relieve those emotions by herself.
She had never felt such a feeling before, it was oppressive and unbearable, which made her mind blank and scared.
This must not be spread, never.
In the video, memories of her childhood, blurred figures over time, and faces that had never been seen clearly were restored in her mind.
That is Tang Si.
That must be Tang Si.
"Sister, what's the matter?" Fu Jingsheng came from a distance.
He came here to buy something, and happened to see Song Yi.
Song Yi hurriedly put away the phone, Fu Jingsheng was careful, and caught a glimpse of the scene at a glance.
He frowned instantly: "Did you see that video?"
Regarding Tang Si, he had seen that video, and he had also seen it. After all, Fu Jingsheng was a hacker and one of the best intelligence agents.
Perhaps only he, the shooter, and the owner know about this video.
Song Yihong focused her eyes, and immediately turned her head to look at Fu Jingsheng: "This video has already been circulated, have you watched it?"
"Have you seen it?!" Song Yi roared loudly.
Fu Jingsheng squeezed Song Yi's shoulder: "Don't get excited, I've seen it before, is this released?"
Song Yi took a deep breath, waved his hands, a feeling of powerlessness, despair and helplessness surged up.
She squatted down against the car door without a sound, and buried her head in her knees.
How would she digest this matter.
Fu Jingsheng was also in a complicated mood at the moment, he went to pull Song Yi's hand, and Song Yi squatted beside the car, pushed Fu Jingsheng away, lowered his head and made a forbidden gesture to Fu Jingsheng.
Fu Jingsheng just looked at her like that.
The sun was shining brightly, but at this moment, the surrounding area seemed to be shrouded in despair.
Tang Si never told her about this kind of thing, and he certainly wouldn't.
And the sender must have a purpose for sending it to her, but she couldn't think of it or guess it. The anxiety and all the unknowns pushed her into despair.
As well as those in the video, she was supposed to bear it.
Fu Jingsheng frowned, looking down at Song Yi.
Looking up again, he looked in the direction of the prison gate, and saw a familiar figure walking out.
Tang Si drove the police car of the prison, because Song Yilai came out by himself.
"Sister Yi, Tang Si is here." Fu Jingsheng said in a slow voice, "I'm leaving first."
…
As soon as his voice fell, he turned and left.
Song Yi raised her head slowly, and saw Tang Si coming out from a distance.
She wiped her eyes, stood up, and exhaled deeply.
When Tang Si approached, Song Yi noticed that there were drops of water on his face.
The eye sockets were red, and the eyelashes were wet.
Song Yi pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "What's wrong? It's not going well inside?"
He was interrogating Wen Mu, and Wen Mu pretended to be Tang Si, her savior, so that video was probably made by Wen Mu.
It's hard to know what Wenmu said to Tang Si inside.
"A little sleepy, wash your face and wake up." Tang Si replied indifferently.
Looking at Song Yi, he reached out and touched her eyelids: "Why are your eyes red?"
Tang Si didn't seem to have changed much, everything was normal.
"Cold wind, it's cold." Song Yi also replied indifferently.
And the drooping hand was still trembling.
She tried to suppress, tried to pretend.
Tang Si glanced across Song Yi's trembling hand, and hearing her unsteady tone, he had a clear result in his heart.
Tang Si exhaled slightly: "It's so cold, could I catch a cold?"
"You go back first." Tang Si patted her head and said softly, "I still have to go back to the team."
"I can't have lunch with you."
Song Yi bit her lips: "Are you busy? Then you have to eat."
"Eat in the team." Tang Si said, "I'll be more busy this way."
"I'm going to let you go." Tang Si Taohua looked at Song Yi's face: "Are you going to be angry? I'll make it up for you next time."
"It's okay." Song Yi shook her head: "I'll see you off."
"No, someone will pick it up later." Tang Si: "Go back first."
Originally, he wanted to have a meal with her, but Tang Si could see Song Yi's absence, and could see that her mood was not right.
She needs to be alone.
He needs it too.
"Okay." Song Yi looked at Tang Si, stepped forward and hugged him: "Go home early brother, I will cook at night, I learned a bit."
Tang Si hugged her: "Okay."
…
Around two o'clock in the afternoon.
The sun was obscured by dark clouds, Wen Mu and the evidence materials headed towards the procuratorate.
Once they arrive at the location, those materials will inevitably be released to the public.
In the sniper scope, the car drove across the wide road, bringing up withered and yellow leaves.
When the wind blew, the fallen leaves were still flying, a bullet headed towards the car at a high speed, passing the fallen leaves in the wind.
"Bang!" It hit Wen Mu in the back seat.
"Crack—" the car stopped suddenly.
"There are snipers!" The car shouted loudly: "Everyone is on alert!"
"Leave someone to check if the prisoner still has vital signs."
…
In the dark, the man pulled his lips mockingly.
Picking up the sniper rifle, he turned around and left where he was just now, his back was chic and neat.
A willful and uninhibited temperament spread out.
…
some hidden place.
Waiting alone, seeing the man in front of him appearing with a gun, he stepped forward immediately: "Master Sheng."
"Have you got the information on the car?" Fu Jingsheng asked.
"immediately."
Fu Jingsheng: "Right now?"
"Yes." The man said while taking the gun from Fu Jingsheng's hand, "Shi Xunnian is gone."
"What?!" Fu Jingsheng's eyebrows sank, and he kicked his subordinates: "What the hell did you ask her to do!"
The man was pushed by Fu Jingsheng, clutching his butt, and stammering: "You, you said you can do whatever you want, I thought..."
"Fuck!" Fu Jingsheng: "What I said is that I can order her to buy this and that at will. Who the hell told you to let her do that?"
Shi Xunnian is still young now, he is a humanitarian, although he wants Shi Xunnian to do things for him, but he also considers whether Shi Xunnian wants to take this path.
If she doesn't want to, he will let her go.
As a result, she was asked to do this illegal thing. And it's dangerous.
"Da da da—" There was a sound of trotting footsteps from behind the alley.
The two turned their heads immediately, and the little girl came back with the documents in her hands.
Hair was blown messy by the wind.
Standing in front of Fu Jingsheng a little out of breath, raised his eyes to look at him, his face turned red: "Is it this?"
With that said, he handed the things in front of Fu Jingsheng.
"Yes." Fu Jingsheng grabbed Shi Xun Nian's hand: "Leave first."
He had already decided on the way to leave before, and if it was a little later, both of them would probably be arrested.
Shi Xunnian looked down at Fu Jingsheng holding her hand, wanting to say whether a man and a woman can kiss or not.
But after thinking about it, in this situation, forget it.
…
Suddenly, Wen Mu's death was spread all over the city bureau.
On the side of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, the first thing they wanted to do was look for Captain Tang Si.
But the phone is always in an unreachable state.
The last call was made to Song Yi. When Song Yi received the call, she was consulting Bo Shiyan about some psychological issues.
"No, he wasn't with me." Song Yi squeezed the phone tightly: "Can't Tang Si be found?"
"Didn't answer the phone, maybe something is busy, let's call again."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yi panicked.
…
At the same time, inside the school where the sun is shining brightly.
There was a bang—