Night Palace KTV.
"Love in death—not to the fullest, not to be happy—"
Yan Yan walked into the box, waved the waiter to step back, and then closed the door with his backhand. The sounds of various ghosts and wolf howls in the corridor outside suddenly became smaller.
There were several empty wine bottles scattered on the coffee table, and half of the table was sprinkled with cigarette butts and lemon peel. Yang Mei curled up on the sofa barefoot, with one hand on her forehead, her hair was loose, and the white mink fur slipped from her snow-white shoulders and spread on the sofa armrest.
"How is it?" As soon as the door was closed, she immediately raised her red and swollen eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.
Yan Yan didn't answer, picked up the half of the wine bottle, cut a small slice of lemon and stuffed it into the mouth of the bottle, took two sips before wiping his mouth and shaking his head.
Yang Mei sat up straight: "What do you mean?"
"There was news from Myanmar that the local police in Shan State who surrounded the temples in the Gade Mountains encountered counterattacks during the roundup. There were heavy casualties. Jinjie and the others broke out."
Yang Mei's face turned pale.
"Wu Tun was captured by the king of spades, and Jiang Ting was also there."
The box was dead silent, Yang Mei's lips were shaking slightly, and Yan Yan was standing in the middle of the room, drinking the whole bottle of wine in one gulp, before gently placing the empty bottle on the coffee table.
"You drink less, don't stay up late, eat more." Yan Yan said calmly, "Your body is yours and you have to take good care of it."
"...Aren't you in a hurry?" Yang Mei trembled in disbelief and asked: "Brother Jiang fell into the den of drug dealers, and he doesn't know what he is going through at the moment, and it may be exposed at any time. Once exposed, it may be worse than death... You're not even in a hurry? You can eat and sleep?! Do you know how perverted and terrifying the King of Spades is?! He's a natural anti-social—"
"I know. But there's nothing we can do, and you have to recognize that fact."
Yang Mei glared at him as if she never knew Yan Yan.
"The most difficult thing for people is to accept their own incompetence. No matter how anxious we are, no matter how anxious we are, no matter how much we can't eat, swallow or sleep at night, we can't make any improvements to the status quo. There are always some things that you can't help, take care of yourself , is the greatest consolation for them."
Water light appeared in Yang Mei's red eyes again: "But, but..."
Yan Yan sighed, reached over the coffee table, and rubbed the top of Yang Mei's messy hair.
"Only by forcing yourself to stay in the best state at all times can you seize the opportunity when it comes. Even the slightest bit may be the last chance to turn the tables, you know?"
Yang Mei sat in a daze, only to see Yan Yan smiled and stood up again.
Compared with the first time Yang Mei met, he has changed a lot. Yang Mei still remembers that he was handsome and unrestrained, walked with wind, flicked the Swiss Army knife, slapped the top of the bar, and bossed me to order a Bloody Mary. The intimidating arrogance overflowed from every pore of his body, and in the nightclub where he was intoxicated with money, he was like an automatic luminous body wherever he went.
But now that brilliance has settled down, it is deeper and more restrained, and it has turned into a calm aura hidden in the bones. Only the slight lines flowing from the corners of his eyes over the years can vaguely show a hint of emotion.
"I'm going back," Yan Yan nodded and turned towards the door.
"… etc!"
Yan Yan took a step.
"Brother Jiang... Brother Jiang has been waiting for you." Yang Mei looked at his slender and sturdy back and asked, "You will bring him back, right?"
"Even if he doesn't wait for me, I will bring him back." Yan Yan said lightly, opened the door and walked out of the box.
·
In the early morning of the mountain forest, ten thousand birds chirped in unison, the morning mist gradually faded halfway up the mountainside, and water vapor wafted in the green jungle at the foot of the mountain. The jeep convoy at the entrance of the village is connected end to end, and dozens of horses are transported back and forth between the mansion and the convoy. All they can see are knives, guns, ammunition and boxes of "white goods".
Jiang Ting stood in the shade of a tree, with a coat draped over his shirt shoulders, when he saw two bodyguards dragging an indecent guy from left to right—that was Wu Tun.
Wu Tun's khaki-colored monk's robe was full of blood, one sleeve was empty, and his entire face was black and gray, so he couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead. Jiang Ting stared at him indifferently from far to near, and when he was near, suddenly Wu Tun rolled his eyelids and his eyes rolled out of his pupils, staring at Jiang Ting like a ghost.
In an instant, their eyes collided, Jiang Zing lowered his gaze, his eyes were full of indifference that had nothing to do with him.
"#￥%#!" The Burmese bodyguard scolded and threw Wu Tun into the back seat.
Jiang Ting turned around and walked towards the big house, and stopped before he took a step—sometimes there was someone standing behind him.
It's Ajay.
Ajie's black vest and camouflage trousers, his arms are folded, his arm muscles are extraordinarily powerful, and there are several pale white scars scattered all over his light brown skin. He was scratched by shrapnel during a police roundup last night, wearing only one fingerless glove and a bandage on the other, with dark, coagulated blood looming over the edges.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, Jiang Ting turned to leave, but Ajie grabbed his elbow when they passed by.
"Is that you last night?"
Jiang Ting tilted his head and moved a little further away. The expression in his eyes was clear, and it was clearly silent: "Are you sick?"
"The police just caught up with that time, and they just happened to block the hillside where I was ambushing. What's more, they also prepared high-fire machine guns. We all know the process of the local military and police in Shan State. There is no layer. It is impossible to obtain so many heavy firepower weapons through layer reporting and approval, which means that the police have been in possession of our action plan for a long time.”
Ajie leaned slightly, almost pressed against Jiang Ting's ear, and said softly, word by word, "Is that you?"
Although it is an interrogative sentence, it is completely declarative.
Many people in the convoy not far away stole glances, but they didn't dare to look more, and quickly looked away.
Jiang Ting said, "Go and treat if you are sick." Immediately, he pulled out his elbow and walked towards the village.
However, the next second he was restrained from behind, Applejack just half-supported and half-dragged him towards the bushes, Jiang Ting staggered back with his footsteps, and almost tripped over the bushes. It wasn't until he walked off the dirt road that he was pushed heavily behind the tree, and then a strong hand grabbed his neck.
The two were only half an inch apart, and Applejack's warning was low and cold: "Last night was my fate, but there can be no next time."
"… "
"I don't know what Big Brother thinks, but you don't really do things. We can all see that. Let's be honest, it's better to have a good life than toss and lose your life, understand?"
Jiang Ting looked back calmly: "Do you have evidence?"
Ajay didn't answer.
Of course there is no evidence. The fierce gunfight happened like lightning and ended abruptly a few minutes later. There was no time or condition to capture any Shan State police, and all questions were based on suspicion.
The corners of Jiang Ting's lips slowly evoked a subtle and mocking arc: "Besides..."
Ajie was puzzled, but he raised his eyebrows and asked softly with such a smile, "...Even if you have evidence, so what?"
"you!"
At that moment, Ajie's palm subconsciously exerted force, Jiang Ting's neck was stuck, his trachea spasm, and he suddenly coughed!
It was not long before he had pneumonia, and the cough was so earth-shattering that even blood stars choked out. Ajie was slightly startled, and hurriedly let go, only to see Jiang Ting half-knelt on the ground, one hand on the ground, the other covering his lips, his shoulders trembling violently.
"..." Ajie took a half step to stabilize: "What's the matter with you?!"
"Cough! Cough, cough-cough-cough!!"
The cough stopped abruptly, Jiang Ting seemed to spray from his throat, and he saw blood splattered from between his fingers!
"...Someone! Somebody!" Ajie rushed to the dirt road and shouted to a few horses who came by Misheng: "Call the doctor in the stockade, hurry up!"
·
After half an hour.
Jiang Ting Heyi leaned on the back seat of the off-road vehicle and closed his eyes slightly. The only Burmese doctor in the nearby Shili Baxiang was talking to a bodyguard. After a while, the bodyguard nodded to indicate that he understood, and said briefly in Chinese: "He said there is no major problem, but he should smoke less."
Jiang Ting opened his eyes and exhaled, mocking: "Nonsense."
The Myanmar doctor was blank.
Jiang Ting gave up and asked the bodyguard casually, "I'm thirsty, do you have warm water?"
The bodyguard nodded and wanted to leave, but seeing that the doctor was still slowly packing the suitcase, Fang Pian J's warning sounded, he couldn't help but hesitate. But after a while, Jiang Ting put his fist against his lips and coughed again. The bodyguard thought about it anyway, one of them didn't speak Burmese and the other couldn't listen to Chinese, so he turned around and left with confidence.
He got out of the car with his front foot, and Jiang Ting suddenly raised his eyelids.
The doctor who was still sitting on the side and was slowly packing the medicine box was about to get up, only to hear Jiang Ting say softly, "Don't move, don't look at me."
It was clearly in Chinese, but the doctor lowered his head like a mirror, still packing his things.
"Eighty miles east of Maocun Village, Yaoshan, China, there are 'new goods' underground, which will be traded with 'Hoker' in a week." Jiang Ting remained seated, his head turned inward, and he could not be seen from the car window His lips moved slightly, and his voice was as soft as a whisper, but every word was surprisingly heavy:
"very urgent."
The doctor tapped his finger on the box three times, indicating that he knew it.
Jiang Ting said, "Be careful."
The doctor picked up the packed medicine box and got out of the car, and finally spit out three hoarse Chinese characters: "You too."
The door opened and closed, and the small space around was quiet again, as if nothing had happened. Jiang Ting was leaning against the car window alone, and a bodyguard would come to deliver water after him. He took the medicine with the water as usual, and suddenly remembered something:
"By the way, what time is it, when do you leave?"
"There are still some things that have not been counted..." The bodyguard did not know why.
Jiang Ting seemed impatient: "Go and ask Wen Shao."
The bodyguard had to take orders and go.
Jiang Ting continued to stay in the car with his eyes closed, his facial muscles relaxed and his expression calm. Even if a professional psychologist came to hold a magnifying glass, it was impossible to find the slightest nervousness or anxiety on his face.
However, minutes passed by, and in the blink of an eye, the bodyguards had been gone for more than half an hour, but there was no sign of speaking back. Jiang Ting finally opened his eyes and looked out the window, only to see that there was something wrong with the crowd gathered in twos and threes in the open space not far from the convoy.
… something happened
Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes, and while he was pondering, the car window behind him suddenly knocked twice. When he turned around, he saw that the car door was opened from the outside, but it was not the bodyguard who appeared outside the door - it was Qin Chuan!
As if some worst premonition had come true, Jiang Ting's heart sank, but there was no abnormality on his face: "What's the matter?"
Qin Chuan's demeanor was slightly different from usual, and he did not pretend to greet each other, but made a "please" gesture: "Follow me."
Jiang Ting was unmoved: "What's the matter?"
The two stood and sat, facing each other for a while, and finally Qin Chuan smiled slowly:
"The village doctor just sent a message on his mobile phone and was caught by me. The king of spades told you to come over and ask a few questions."
In an instant, Jiang Ting's pupils were extremely dilated!
But then he calmed down, stood on the ground in front of Qin Chuan, adjusted his collar, and then said in a deep voice, "Okay." Then he took the lead and walked towards the big house.
·
-Snapped!
The loud whip sound pierced through the air, making the eardrums tense. The paulownia wood floor of the big house was soaked with blood and shiny, the village doctor was beaten all over his body, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.
The blood spattered on the ground, and the thug grabbed the village doctor's collar: "What did you do? Who told you?!"
"..." The village doctor mumbled a few Burmese words.
That shouldn't be the answer the thugs hoped to get, because immediately after that, he was smashed to the ground with his head pressed, and the torturer slapped him fiercely, just listening! With a sound, the village doctor spewed out a few broken teeth!
"Don't tell me? What did you send out?!"
"He was holding a mobile phone and hid it on the mountainside. When Qin Chuan and a few people found out, it was too late, and he threw the mobile phone into the mountain stream. Later, they went to search and found the Myanmar police's signal enhancement in the valley. Ritual." Spade K paused, then said slowly, "Ajie has already arranged for the villagers to go down and retrieve the phone."
The network signal in the village is extremely poor. In many cases, only the vehicle satellite communication can be used to communicate with the outside world, but the information can be intercepted by the team. If the Myanmar police enter the area, they can only carry their own communication equipment.
Jiang Ting stared at the village doctor who was rolling on the ground like a blood gourd, "Can you find it?"
"It has been found and broken into pieces, and the possibility of data recovery is unlikely."
"… "
"Jiang Ting," K of Spades looked at him and said gently, "They said that the last person this doctor was alone before delivering the news to the public was you."
Jiang Ting was silent.
"Do you have anything to say to me?"
Except for the increasingly loud whipping and the increasingly hoarse screams, there was no sound from anyone around. But the rest of the bodyguards couldn't hide the glances in their eyes, which were flickering and full of strange murderous intentions.
After a long time, Jiang Ting smiled slightly, with self-mockery in his eyes: "What do you want me to say?"
Spade K said: "It doesn't matter what you say, clarify, explain, beg for mercy, and quibble. What you want to say. My brother, I can't play too many tricks."
"That's because you've already condemned me in your heart, so it's unnecessary to say anything, right?"
Wen Shao looked at him with a smile.
Jiang Ting was too lazy to talk to him any more, and walked straight forward. At this time, the thug was whipping down, and he poured a scoop of blood and minced meat on the wall. The village doctor, who had been unable to make a sound for a long time, twitched and let out a scream!
Layers of blood soaked every brick and stone in the house, every inch of wall crack, dyed the sand, soil and cement into a never-fading purple-red.
Jiang Ting squatted down, the village doctor's body had broken several bones, twisted into a human shape, and the bloody sound of "hoho" kept coming from his throat.
"Confess me," Jiang Ting said flatly.
The village doctor's vision was blurred.
"They believe that the person who hooked up with you is me. When people are willing to believe something, no amount of evidence is important. So if you confess to me, you can not only live longer, but also protect the real undercover of the police. "
"… "
"However," Jiang Ting changed his voice, and continued with a very slight voice that everyone could hear: "You have been lurking in the village for so long, but you were suddenly discovered today, don't you think that Do you have any doubts? Is it just an unlucky coincidence that ran out of luck, or is it because of some other shady reason that you can't imagine, you have to think about it."
The expression on the blood-stained face of the village doctor seemed to have changed.
Jiang Ting said: "I don't think you can get through today like this, but even if you are on the road, do you have to be a sensible ghost - what do you think?"
Everyone in the room had different expressions, except for the heavy breathing of the village doctor. It took half a cigarette before I heard the village doctor squeeze out a sound intermittently and with great effort: "... pen... pen..."
His teeth had been knocked out and he was struggling to speak.
As soon as the K of spades winked, his men immediately sent pen and paper.
The village doctor grabbed the pencil with his blood-stained hands, and at that moment, an extremely warm light burst out from the depths of his pupils, and he gave Jiang Ting a desperate look. Then he turned over, lay down in front of the white paper on the ground, and slowly raised his head to scan the faces of everyone in the room.
As if they felt something, these bodyguards who were used to seeing dead people actually felt a little cold, and a few people even shivered under their clothes, and then they saw the village doctor's vision stopped.
—It settled on Qin Chuan's face in the crowd.
There were whispering discussions, and suddenly I saw the village doctor lift his body, and his heart-piercing roar exploded like thunder: "—If you say good things are successful, go back and ask for the reward, do you think that if you kill me, no one will be able to keep an eye on you? ?traitor!!"
Qin Chuan was stunned.
"You must not die well! You must not die well! You must not die well!!"
All of a sudden a town, the air is silent. Immediately afterwards, no one expected the village doctor to move so fast and so ruthlessly, holding a pencil in both hands and piercing his throat with a slap!
The blood centered on the throat, criss-crossed down, and quickly accumulated a dark red blood pool on the ground. The next second, the village doctor's lifeless corpse smashed to the ground, and after twitching twice, it stopped moving.
He no longer felt any pain, and his soul was freed from the torture of life as death, and floated up into the void.
However, his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to continue to look at things in this world that were more important than life and death.
"..." The surroundings were dead silent.
Jiang Ting lowered his head, as if stunned.
"That..." Qin Chuan's voice finally rang out after a long while, and spread out his hands at the king of spades, his face full of inexplicable: "Although I really want to express my innocence... but his logic doesn't make sense at all, and I don't need to explain everyone. Understood, right?"
The king of spades did not speak.
Jiang Ting stood up slowly, almost using all his strength to release the fingers that were tightly squeezed into the palm of his sleeve, without saying a word.
Everyone looked unpredictable, and it seemed that there was some kind of paradoxical force that gradually evacuated the oxygen and squeezed everyone's lungs into an extremely distorted shape.
The stalemate lasted for several minutes, and finally Qin Chuan sighed and murmured: "Well, it seems that there is indeed one more suspect now... Who will tell me what to do next? To be honest, this kind of thing is true. I've never experienced it before, it's so fucking exciting."
The king of spades beckoned, and Jiang Ting stepped forward without saying a word.
"This kind of thing does happen occasionally, but fortunately we have a way to distinguish the facts." Spade K's tone was unusually calm, as if the dead body on the ground had no emotional impact on him at all. Then he added:
"In other words, the two of you have one last chance to defend yourself."
Qin Chuan tilted his head to look at Jiang Ting, who only stared at his feet.
The king of spades raised his chin at his confidant bodyguard: "What I prepared just now, get another copy and bring it up."
The bodyguard left in response, and appeared at the door of the big house again after a while, only this time with a tray in his hand.
"I know you guys are more opposed to this, but this is the last way I can choose. Don't worry, it's just a little bit, it won't kill the beginner immediately."
The bodyguard strode closer across the threshold. As the things in his hand became clearer, Jiang Ting and Qin Chuan's expressions were unstoppable: those were two syringes.
In the syringe is a slightly turbid, pale white liquid. Although it is only a few milliliters, all those who have been exposed to drugs will never be unfamiliar with it—
That's heroin.
K of spades stood in place with folded arms, looking at the two of them in turn, and seemed a little regretful: "Do you want me to ask someone to help, or do you do it yourself?"