Qin Chuan stared at the syringe in front of him, and the gold-rimmed lenses couldn't stop the obvious trembling in his pupils. There seemed to be chatter after chatter around, but his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything but his own pounding heartbeat.
"..." He panted and looked to his side, only to see Jiang Ting's face as white as snow, also staring at the tray.
The suffocating stalemate lasted for an unknown amount of time. The King of Spades finally coughed implicitly and turned to Qin Chuan: "Why don't you come first?"
Qin Chuan couldn't say a word.
"I'm sorry," the King of Spades explained a little apologetically, "Jiang Ting has the privilege of staying with me, so you should come first."
A bodyguard stepped forward, took out the syringe from the tray, and handed it to Qin Chuan.
The bodyguard had one arm as thick as a normal person, and had a shaved head. Qin Chuan knew that this person, who used to be nicknamed Gui Jianshou in Jianghu, carried several bloody cases on his back. The brutality of each case shocked the local people. Later, this person somehow became the servant of K of Spades and became one of the confidant bodyguards. Now that I think about it, it should be that K of Spades is born like collecting stamps and likes to collect such cold-blooded, murderous criminals with extreme personalities.
There were countless thoughts in Qin Chuan's mind, like thousands of electric currents passing through the nerve center, but on the surface he only slid his Adam's apple:
"... That doctor's testimony is full of loopholes, and it's impossible to justify it... You know that, right?"
"I know."
"Then you still-"
Wen Shao interrupted him: "But that's not important."
-that's not important.
For K of Spades, an extremely anti-social personality by nature, the cause and effect and the ins and outs are not important. He does things according to his own preferences completely at will. Many seemingly unexpected decisions are actually logically behind, while others seem to be reasonable. Behavior, in fact, only stems from his wicked interests and natural cruelty.
Qin Chuan's posterior molars were tightly clenched together, and he reached out to pick up the syringe, as if he had picked up a poisonous snake with his bare hands.
The chest cavity was rising and falling rapidly, but the oxygen could not be taken in, the heart was frantically retracting the blood in the whole body, and the brain was dizzy.
"… "
Everyone was watching him, and suddenly Qin Chuan clenched his fist holding the needle tube and threw the heroin far away!
Clap!
"I'm sorry, I can't do it." Qin Chuan said coldly in the eyes of everyone: "I'm hanging out with you to get rich overnight, not for this. If you don't believe me, just kill me, don't be so troublesome. , I'm not your test subject."
Wen Shao sighed, and really didn't say anything, waved his hand: "Take it."
There was no need for him to say it a second time, the "Ghost Sees Sorrow" went up and grabbed Qin Chuan and pushed him out. The latter stumbled all the way, almost tripped over the threshold, and disappeared outside the house.
Wen Shao didn't care, and looked at Jiang Zing with a smile: "How about you?"
Jiang Ting stood upright, his face colder than ice.
"Heroin is usually divided into opium, monoacetylmorphine, 'No. 3' low-purity heroin hydrochloride, and 'No. 4' high-purity heroin hydrochloride according to its purity. Usually 98% of the heroin on the market is already It has reached the state of white powder, but it is very rare. The so-called high-purity products are basically yellow-sand-colored; as for the 99.9% or more 'No. 5' pure heroin that has been circulating recently, no one has seen it at all."
Wen Shao took Jiang Ting's shoulder, pointed at the tray, and said, "It's right in front of you now."
Jiang Ting said hoarsely: "...Then you are really willing."
"I'm willing to give you this kind of lab-grade pure diacetylmorphine for the rest of my life. How about it, are you still hesitating?"
All eyes are focused here, all invisible hands are pushing him into the coldest abyss.
Jiang Zing opened his mouth, but said nothing. He gasped silently and rolled the air pressure back into his body, like the tip of a knife scraping back and forth, twisting his lungs into blood.
"...Okay." He finally spit out a word and said hoarsely: "Then I will never leave you in my life."
Jiang Ting reached out and picked up the syringe, pulled out the plastic tube, and directly plunged the needle into his arm, injecting all of his brain into the muscle!
silence.
The air freezes, the world stands still, and even time is stretched into an infinite moment—
The needle tube fell to the ground, Jiang Ting shook his head and raised his head, looking at the K of spades, blood rushed to his cheeks instantly.
"... Hahaha," Wen Shao laughed, and then burst out laughing as if he couldn't stop, holding Jiang Zing's shoulder, smiling so much that he buried his face in the crevice of his neck.
"What is this?" Jiang Tingwei broke his tone: "What is this?!"
"Hahahahahaha..."
Wen Shao laughed until he was speechless, finally raised his head after a long while, looked at Jiang Ting with a smile, and joked, "High-protein nutritional supplement."
Jiang Ting froze in place, as if he forgot to even blink.
"Just kidding, you are too thin, you need to add more nutrition." Wen Shao smiled and said, "No smoking is allowed next time, do you hear?"
Jiang Ting was completely speechless, his knees couldn't stop going weak, and his hands trembled slightly by his side. Wen Shao didn't care, and gently rubbed the sweaty hair on his forehead with his thumb to his temples, and then instructed the bodyguard to pick up the syringe thrown by Qin Chuan on the ground: "Pick that up... Give it to me, be careful. "
"This," he waved the syringe in front of Jiang Zing and smiled, "This is laboratory-grade heroin."
Then he laughed and turned to the door of the main room.
Jiang Ting almost used all his strength to force himself to stay where he was. He saw the bodyguards follow him, but suddenly he heard Shao and stopped again. He turned around and said with a smile: "You said that you will never leave me in this life. Life and death come together - don't forget!"
Jiang Ting said nothing, Wen Shao crossed the threshold with a smile.
·
"Big Brother," Ajie happened to be bringing someone over from the direction of the back mountain. When they met, he took a few steps to meet him and whispered, "I didn't find the wreckage of the mobile phone. Carefully search for the grass and stone crevices within a radius of 600 square meters, you must-"
To his surprise, the king of spades waved his hand and said, "No need."
"Big brother?"
"We have to leave now, the snow will cover the mountains later, and the buyers can't wait until they get there."
Ajie nodded, and couldn't help but ask, "That... have you tried it?"
In fact, when he got out of the car just now, he had already heard someone report the "trial" that happened in the main room. He saw the king of spades walking forward, and Applejack immediately followed.
"As I expected before," said K of Spades leisurely, "even the reaction is similar."
Ajie frowned and asked suspiciously, "Am I wrong? Is it Qin Chuan who has the problem?"
They walked towards the entrance of the village, and from a distance they saw "Ghost Sees Sorrow" standing under the tree explaining something to Qin Chuan. The latter's face that always seemed to be wearing a mask didn't even hold back. .
The king of spades seemed to be very interesting, and he waved hello to Qin Chuan after a long distance. And Qin Chuan deserves to be a talent. After the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he even laughed, as if nothing had happened, and bowed his head politely.
"No, on the contrary." Spade K looked at the vast gray sky in front of him, and said lightly: "It is normal human nature to want to get rich, to be in power, and to want to get rich overnight. People have weaknesses when they want, and refusing to inject them shows that they are not. The problem, Qin Chuan's behavioral logic is smooth."
Ajie was stunned: "That Jiang stop..."
The king of spades didn't answer, Yuzai Yuzai walked forward, and a group of people followed behind. The green fields in front of the village stretched as far as the eye could see, and the poppy fields rustled in the wind. He stood still in front of the ridge, stretched his waist in the wind, and said, "Do you know who is the most difficult person to get along with in this world? "
Ajie thought for a while, "No desire and no desire?"
"No, it doesn't talk about material desires at all, and only pursues feelings."
Ajay was a little puzzled.
"Love desires to live, and evil desires to die. Once love is turned into evil, eighteen cows will not be able to pull it back... The stronger and purer the emotion, the easier it will be."
As usual, the bodyguards did not follow closely, and sparsely fell behind. Applejack seemed to understand a little, and saw the King of Spades turn around and pat him on the shoulder, and said, "From today on, don't let Jiang Ting be around him, and don't let him be alone with anyone. And—"
Applejack swallowed.
"Don't give him any chance to touch you again." Spade K said lightly, "Go ahead."
Ajie was a little embarrassed, but he answered neatly and took someone to the convoy for the final supply and inspection.
The king of spades stood alone in the wind, looking at the endless poppy fields. What he could see was the barren and vast hills of the Gaede Mountains. In the distance, a black spot swept across the stratum clouds, which was the bird fluttering at the end of the sky. .
He narrowed his eyes, no one knew what he was thinking.
The dark night outside the cave echoed with long howls, suddenly far and near, like beasts roaming back and forth. He couldn't remember how long he had been struggling with hunger, thirst and dizziness. The high fever made him twitch even when he was half awake; in a trance, he only felt a cool liquid suddenly pouring into his mouth, desperate to survive. He couldn't help swallowing, and after a few small mouthfuls, the last drop of liquid was swallowed into his throat.
"… "
Perhaps because his thirst was temporarily relieved, he finally opened his eyes with great effort, and heard crying in the darkness, it was very low and very depressed, like a small animal trembling vigilantly in its nest.
"… you… "
The sobbing stopped immediately, and the moonlight poured into Qinghui from the hole. He saw his thin little friend curled up beside him, his shoulders shrugged and his face buried in his knees.
"…are you crying?"
The little boy immediately covered his mouth, straightened up, and shook his head vigorously.
He barely supported his arms, but couldn't lift his upper body, gave up after trying a few times, and stretched out his hand while lying on the ground.
The little boy immediately took his cold hand in his arms and pressed it tightly with his own body heat.
His hands were tender and white, and although they were stained with plaster from struggling to survive in the wilderness for several days, it was clear at first glance that he had received meticulous care since he was a child. The little boy's hands were covered with all kinds of frostbite, scars and bloodstains, his arms were skinny for his age, and his elbows were stunned with obvious bones.
The contrast is so clear, yet unexpectedly harmonious when the two children's hands are clasped together.
As if they were born to hold each other so tightly.
"Are you afraid?"
The little boy hesitated for a while, and then whispered, "Yeah."
"fear death?"
At the junction of the moonlight and the shadow, broken light appeared in those big clear eyes again, and he shook his head for a while.
He laughed: "Liar. Tell me, are you afraid of death?"
"..." The little boy finally said softly, "I'm afraid you will die..."
He was stunned.
"As long as you survive... As long as you survive..." the sobbing sounded again, this time it was as unbearable as a collapse, the little boy curled up beside his partner, and repeated vague despair over and over again: "I, I You can die, I'm fine, as long as you survive—"
"As long as you survive—"
The little boy hadn't had a drop of water in for a long time. He went out to look for water at night when the sun was not strong, and carefully scooped up the water with the sunken stone, for fear that even a drop would be spilled and come back to feed a friend with a high fever in the cave. His own lips were dry and cracked, and the blood solidified into purple black at the corners of his mouth. When he was crying, he moved, and blood beads that were extremely thick due to the extreme lack of water poured out again.
But the pain of the torn skin seemed nothing compared to the intense begging contained in his voice.
How can people have such strong emotions? The nine-year-old Wen Shao thought while listening to the crying.
Why would you rather die than burn up your last bit of strength and pray for your beloved companion to survive
He stretched out his other hand, wanting to touch the little boy's dark hair in the moonlight, but the years swirled and faded like a vortex, and more than 20 years later, the hand of the king of spades slid through the air. , the fingertips only touched the poppy flower swaying in front of him.
The king of spades closed his eyes.
"I wish to remember a lover who will never die..."
"I love you, Yan Yan, and I hope you will also become the unsurpassed winner."
"Yan Yun!!"
"Then shoot," Jiang Ting's gritted teeth sounded again from in front of him. He said, "Shoot, don't be a coward."
…
The little boy who cried for him in the cave grew up. He stood up, as if he heard something, turned around quickly and ran out of the cave, even though the voices came from behind him, he never looked back; he ran through the torrent of time and space, and came to the gray mountain stream of Yuanlong Gorge in winter, Holding the embarrassed policeman, joy, pain and love flashed in his eyes.
Then he stepped back and turned around half a step, exposing his head to the red dot of the long-range sniper rifle without hesitation.
The king of spades clenched his teeth so tightly that his cheeks were a little weirdly cold, and the man in the distance took a half-step forward and paused timidly. After a long time, he finally raised his head, opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He inserted his hand into his trouser pocket and grabbed a bag of powder.
A voice came from behind: "Brother."
"… "
As soon as Spade K turned his head, Applejack lowered his head cautiously: "The team is ready to go."
The off-road team that was preparing to cross the border was ready to go. In the open space in the distance, a thin figure that was very familiar to him was being closely watched by the bodyguard, and he lowered his head and got into the back seat of the car.
The king of spades didn't move.
"… Big Brother?"
After several minutes, Applejack, who was beginning to feel a little nervous, finally heard this: "Okay."
When he looked up strangely, he saw that the king of spades took out a bag of things from his pocket and threw it into the poppy field in the distance.
"That is… "
"It's nothing," said Spade K flatly, not letting him ask any more: "Let's go, go to Yaoshan."
The convoy moved slowly, through the mountains, and headed north.
Passing through the smoke-filled Guigai, the misty southern Xinjiang, the border jungle where countless exiled students and jade dealers have been buried since ancient times; passing through the magnificent Xishuangbanna and the rolling moat and Shu Road, under the cloudy sky, huge The Yaoshan group stands quietly on the top of the plain.
Countless police cars covered with stars and moon, flashing red and blue light, drove from the plain into this stern mountain.
At the foot of Yaoshan.
Several police cars were parked at the entrance of the county police station, and local leaders rushed to meet them. I saw that the headed jeep had not stopped yet, and a black-clothed criminal policeman had already jumped out of the car, his skills were extremely neat, he took off his sunglasses with one hand, and looked up into the distance—
He is very tall, with deep eyebrows, and a tough face carved out by a wind knife and a frost sword.
The looming dome of the mountain shrouded in snow clouds was reflected in the depths of his pupils.