Black smoke billowed from the steep cliffs, the stones were cracked, and the air was filled with the choking smell of burning leather.
Long police cars lined the mountain road, and red and blue police lights illuminated the sky. Special police, criminal police, lifeguards, forest police... Countless uniforms came and went in a hurry, and the beams of wolf-eye flashlights staggered under the cliff.
"No in the second area!"
"No signs of falling were found in the third search and rescue area!"
"Go down ten meters, and the search and rescue area will expand to the orange area, don't give up!"
The command car stopped far away, and Bureau Lu didn't even have time to wrap his coat, so he hurried over surrounded by several on-site commanders, and asked hoarsely, "How's it going?"
"It's not good." Yu team was supported by others, not knowing whether it was cold or tired, but his eyes were flushed: "Both of them fell down, they didn't see life, no dead or dead, they should have jumped too. Cliff. The search and rescue team has covered the entire red key area, and nothing has been found yet."
"Is there any broken human tissue?"
Team Yu's cheeks twitched violently, and even Deputy Bureau Wei, who came behind him, changed his color when he heard the sound, and several people from the Criminal Investigation Detachment who swarmed up not far away softened at the same time.
But Director Lu was staring at Team Yu, and his narrowed old eyes had an ice-like calmness.
"... At present... neither." Yu team paused with difficulty, and said, "Once there is a discovery, the lifeguards will immediately bring it up in a bag, let us... identify it."
Lu Ju nodded and looked at his feet.
The bottomless mountain stream burst out with gusts of cold wind, like a crack in the earth leading to hell, and I could vaguely hear the shrill cry when the wind was surging.
"Hope for the best, plan for the worst, and do your best." Lu Ju said slowly, "Notify Yan Yan's parents and Yang Mei to prepare them psychologically."
"Strict team!"
"Where are you, Team Yan!"
"Team Jiang!"
"Rescue is here, hold on! Please answer when you hear me!"
…
The shouting and clamor gradually moved downwards, swept up by the north wind, dispersed with a whistle, and gradually disappeared into the distance.
Drowsiness, excruciating pain.
Like countless rusty saws pulling his brain back and forth, Yan Yan slowly opened his eyes, but his vision was as blurred as if covered with matte paper. After a long while, he finally focused slowly, the pain in his limbs gradually crawled back to the nerve endings, but he couldn't even scream, and his mouth was full of solidified iron.
"...Where's Jiang Ting?" he thought exhausted.
Then he realized dully: "Ah, I'm not dead?"
At the top of the head are countless dense bushes growing on both sides of the cliff, connecting the cliff into a thin line of sky. Yan Yan moved his arm with all his might, and his hearing finally recovered a little. He heard the sound of rushing water not far away, and the ground under him was soft, cold and wet.
- It's the beach.
Countless laterally growing branches and rivers saved his life.
"..." Yan Yan tried her best to hold up her upper body: "... Jiang..."
"do not move."
Those two words were so weak and hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable, but Yan Yan instantly recognized who it was—he panted and turned his head, it was Jiang Ting, he was still alive!
In an instant, Yan Yan's nerves seemed to be overcharged, and the electric current of joy washed over his body from top to bottom.
Jiang Ting was curled up in his arms, his face was resting between his neck and his knees were bent in front of his chest; he was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, and he didn't seem to have the strength to lift his face. Thousands of waves of light reflected on his bluish-white and transparent little half of his side cheeks, and his wet black hair fell on the sand.
"How are you, Jiang Ting?" Yan Xun was given a booster, she turned over and hugged him, her tentacles only felt the body temperature was surprisingly low: "Where are your clothes?"
As soon as he said these words, he immediately felt something, looked down, and was stunned.
His neck and chest were bulging and covered with fabric, it was Jiang Ting's jacket and warm clothes!
"Nonsense! You fucking bastard!" Yan Yan was immediately furious, and immediately reached out to take off his clothes. But then he heard Jiang Ting's extremely weak stop, although it was almost whispered: "It's useless..."
"What did you say! We can survive!"
Jiang Ting shook his head, then turned his face sideways and gestured upwards, but such a subtle movement seemed to have exhausted the strength he had finally saved up, "Do you know how we fell?"
Yan Yan looked up.
Layers of naturally growing vegetation cover the rock wall, nearly ten meters above the ground are 40 to 50 degree slopes covered with rubble, and further up is almost a vertical knife and axe.
"We hit a lot of trees, fell from above...until we fell into the river. This is downstream, and in time, it's probably miles away from the explosion."
Yan Yan said stunned: "You dragged me ashore?"
The river wouldn't make a high tide to push them up the beach, it would just drown them. After a near-death process of tens of meters in height, what kind of arduous struggle did Jiang Ting endure to push him to the shore in the rushing water
Jiang Ting didn't answer this question, or maybe he didn't have the strength, "The rescue may... The rescue can't get here. You can rest for a while, and after dawn... You can go upstream and you will be able to..."
Yan Yan roughly stuffed the clothes into his neck: "Shut up for me! I'll beat you up if you talk again!"
"It's a waste of you to be like this, we'll all be like this..."
"You know the shit! Shut up!"
Jiang Ting lowered his eyelashes, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness on the corner of his lips: "...But I can't do it anymore, Yan Yan."
After a pause he said, "I can't see anymore."
Yan Yan banged so hard that his eyes went black, his mind went blank, and he couldn't return to his senses for a long time.
"… what?" he said blankly, "what can't you see? Why can't you see? What do you mean?"
Jiang Ting gropingly stretched out his hand to Yan Yan's chest, hugged his other shoulder, and buried his face in the firm neck that was still warm. It was a gesture of total dependence and even attachment, probably the first and last time in his life.
Even in the boundless darkness, I could clearly feel the familiar heart beating in my ear, hitting the eardrum.
"I don't know, maybe I hit my head. It's nothing, Yan Yan... It's nothing, everyone has this time, don't cry."
Yan Yan shivered, turned over and wrapped Jiang Ting with his jacket, holding him tightly in his arms.
"Don't cry," Jiang Ting said intermittently, "I'm very tired, let's sleep a little... Don't be like this, I'm not cold at all, I'm quite warm. Your parents are good people, I'm sorry for them, Yang Mei was dragged down by me, The boss is not small…”
Yan Xun gritted his teeth and pressed the back of his head, put his head in his arms, and kept kissing the wet black hair that smelled of river water on the top of his head.
But how could the water be so salty, he thought in a trance.
It was so salty.
Jiang Ting's eyes closed slightly, his pupils were slack, but his eyes seemed to be completely relaxed and satisfied. He could only maintain this posture, even in such a woeful situation, the outline of the profile and the details of the facial features could not pick out any flaws, like white porcelain soaked in water; his lips were pale , However, it was also very soft, and every time he moved when he whispered, it pressed against the skin on Yan Yan's chest.
"It's good, we're still together in the end, let's chat with me again... What do you want to do after you go out? It's time for a promotion this time, or go home and inherit the coal mine, your parents will be very happy of… "
"Fuck you," Yan Yan gritted his teeth, "I just want to fuck you and take you to get married."
Jiang Ting laughed silently, although the smile was so weak that it was almost invisible, "Okay."
Yan Yan's shoulders trembled strangely, her vision blurred for a while, and her throat was filled with a burning pain.
"You are so beautiful," Jiang Ting murmured, "Be obedient, don't cry, I'll sleep for a while."
He slowly pressed his entire weight on his lover's chest and closed his eyes. At that moment, Yan Yan broke his voice sharply: "Jiang Ting! Don't sleep! Jiang Ting!!"
For several seconds, the blood all over Yan Xun's body became cold. He grabbed Jiang Ting's chin and forcibly lifted his face. With trembling fingers, he tried to breathe under his nose until he was sure that there was still a slight breath of air. After falling asleep or in a coma, I felt my constricted heart finally reluctantly resumed beating again.
"Don't sleep, it's alright," he repeated nervously over and over again, and piled all the clothes that could be piled on Jiang Ting to keep him warm, "It's alright, I'll hold you... It's alright, it'll be alright."
In the distance, there was a movement of Xixi Susuo, and a figure appeared in the moonlight, slowly approaching.
That's Wen Shao.
He was covered in bruises and his steps were slow. He walked to the front and squatted down, staring at Jiang Zing, with a long trail of blood trailing behind him.
"Why the hell don't you die?" Yan Yan squeezed his voice out from between his teeth.
"...Look," Wen Shao tilted his head and answered inappropriately, "He has a reaction."
Yan Yan looked down and saw that Jiang Ting, who was in a coma, was obviously tense, his breathing rate was rapid, and he seemed very unsteady.
"It's always been like this, he can hear, smell, or feel me even without using his eyes... So for the past three years I've always believed that he didn't completely lose consciousness, he just went somewhere temporarily, and eventually he Wake up and come back to me."
There was an indescribable look in Wen Shaosen's bright eyes, and Yan Yan recognized what it was.
—The madman is completely mad after a long twist.
"It's just different this time," he said softly with that chilling smile, "this time he's going with me."
Wen Shao raised his hand and stretched out to Jiang Ting's bluish-white profile. His fingernails were all flipped open, and his flesh was blurred, like a bloody devil who just crawled out of hell. Yan Yan clasped his hand with such force that his knuckles trembled, he pushed it away with all his strength, and roared, "Fuck me!!"
Wen Shao fell on the sand, Yan Yan was like a beast that was on the verge of death after being cornered. His consciousness was completely blank. Throw on the ground!
"Pfft!" Wen Shao spat out a mouthful of blood, hooked Yan Yan's neck with one elbow and threw it to the ground, mercilessly hammering his ribs on the ribs that he didn't know how many cracked. The fists squeezed the flesh and bones, and the internal organs seemed to be crushed into mud, making a sour friction sound.
"Why do you hurt me, ah?" Wen Shao roared: "Why do you want to hurt me?!"
Yan Yan's head was bleeding, and his face was hideous. He kicked his opponent out with one foot, and roared through the mountains: "Because of your life, you deserve to die!! You disgusting drug dealer!!"
Wen Shao coughed blood and leaned on the ground, Yan Yan stood up, but couldn't stand up, the sternum had already shown a shocking depression. However, at this time, the pain had receded from all his senses, and only the frenzied anger drowned the top of his head, pouring anger into every blood vessel up and down his body; Throw his head on the ground, on rocks!
Bang!
Bang! !
Every thud was accompanied by splashes of blood, and Wen Shao could no longer make a sound. His fingers twitched and grabbed Yan Yan's throat, using all his strength to chomp on the aorta!
“… huh…”
"Huh..."
Jiang Ting lay on his back by the river beach in the dark night, no one saw him slowly raise his arms, the reflection of the river water outlines the slender wrist bones and fingers.
He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't make a sound, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't even hear his own short gasps. His soul seemed to be floating in the void, but his right hand groped numbly in the messy clothes for a long time, until he finally touched a very familiar and cold object, and then held it weakly and tightly.
That's a gun.
Before the jeep exploded, Yan Yan reached for the gun from the back seat and tucked it into his lower back.
Destiny is like an ingenious mechanism, which is tightly connected at every possible change node, all joys and sorrows, all subtleties, will eventually lead to the ending that has been written in the dark—
Jiang Ting opened his eyes slightly and aimed his gun at the two figures who were fighting desperately not far away.
Although he is completely invisible.
"Brother Yan!"
"Brother Yan!"
"Yan Yan-"
A shout echoed in the valley with the flashlight, and suddenly Han Xiaomei stopped and turned her head sharply.
The search and rescue personnel trudged through the steep and slippery rocks, but Ma Xiang asked, "What's wrong?"
"...there is light over there."
"what?"
"It's a river," Han Xiaomei narrowed her eyes, "It's a river!"
The search and rescue personnel stopped and raised their bodies. They saw that Han Xiaomei had jumped off the rock with the megaphone and stumbled towards the river. Even Ma Xiang couldn't stop it: "Hey! Come back!"
"They won't die! They must have fallen into the river!" Han Xiaomei turned back and shouted, tears suddenly bursting out of her eyes: "As long as they fall into the river, they will definitely survive! Maybe they are not far away from us now. Far!"
Ma Xiang was at a loss for words.
"Brother Yan! Team Jiang!" The loudspeaker spread Han Xiaomei's desperate cry throughout the valley: "Where are you! Please reply! Brother Yan—"
"Yan..."
"Brother Yan..."
Just like the hallucinations of people in extreme despair, there is a shadowy sound in the wind, and Yan Yan's mind is scattered.
The next moment the stalemate was broken, he slammed his head into the air, and was smashed into the sand by Wen Shao!
Boom!
The shock made his eyes glow with gold stars, and he couldn't feel anything but dizziness in an instant. In the intense pain that was stretched infinitely, he finally heard the intermittent voice in the distance, and it was Han Xiaomei!
Lifeguards have searched here!
"Answer," Wen Shao sneered while pressing his elbow against Yan Yan's throat, "If you don't answer, they will leave?"
"..." Yan Yan's face was blushing and purple, and he couldn't make any sound.
"When those people find your body, what will they say? Is it to fake two tears and hold a fake and lengthy funeral for you, or to laugh at you, an idiot, and jump down to die in vain, but in the end nothing can be changed ?"
Wen Shao approached this abominable face that he wished to be smashed to ashes, blood was gurgling from his nose, and every word contained strong and undisguised malice:
"From the very beginning, you were destined to only play a supporting role in tragedies, Yan Yan... You're just a piece of shit."
The two of them looked at each other at a very close distance, Yan Yan's ten fingers all stabbed into Wen Shao's neck, and a few lines of blood meandered down along the fingerprints. But at this time, it seemed to them that any physical injury or pain was nothing, Yan Yan's violent and fierce face was twisted due to the excessive force, he turned his head to the side, and slowly made two a mouth shape.
- Stupid, cowardly.
Wen Shao followed his gaze and saw that Jiang Ting had forcibly sat up, his eyes were staring away, but the gun was aimed at them!
The river flashed a cold light on the muzzle of the gun. Hearing that, he was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have seen some kind of joke: "Shoot, Jiang Ting?"
"… "
"You can't see anymore, right?"
Jiang Ting didn't move as if he didn't hear him.
"Shoot, or you don't dare to pull the trigger casually," Wen Shao gasped and laughed: "Will you kill me or kill Yan, don't you dare to take a gamble?"
- I dare not? Jiang stopped thinking.
The vibration of the memory neutron popped through the void, through the blood, and triggered a clearer and clearer fragment in the depths of consciousness. The familiar sound from more than ten years ago sounded from the ear—
boom!
Jingle.
boom!
Jingle.
boom!
…
The bullet casing fell to the ground at his feet, Jiang Ting took off his earmuffs, and suddenly heard someone ask from behind:
"Are you a student here?"
Jiang Ting turned his head, and at the entrance of the empty shooting range, a tall and thin old man was standing against the light with his hands behind his back.
"… Yes."
"Seven meters, ten rounds, ninety-seven, the results are okay."
"You flatter me… "
"But it's still bad."
Jiang Ting just thought that this was a retired old man who came out of nowhere, snorted slightly, and did not refute.
"Not convinced?" The old man seemed to see through his mind, "Tactical shooting is first with the heart, second with the brain, and last with the eyes. Wind speed, distance, angle, heartbeat, breathing, these factors must be used in the sniper's calculation. Achieving perfect unity, otherwise the difference is a thousand miles away. When you pull the trigger, you pay too much attention to your eyes, but after graduation, you follow the team to the police, which target will be fixed like a static target and let you hit it?”
Jiang Ting was packing his backpack and preparing to leave. Hearing this, he shook his head helplessly: "But the grassroots regulations have been changed, the old man, now the police don't dare to shoot!"
"The police dare not shoot, don't the criminals dare?"
For some reason, Jiang Ting's heart jumped, and he stopped subconsciously.
"There are always some policemen who have to face life and death. When you shoot with a police badge on your shoulder, the legal provisions and actual justice are under your trigger." Instinct, sensory calculation... snipers don't rely on textbooks or static targets. Young man, you are almost there, go back and practice more."
Jiang Ting turned his head and was stunned when he wanted to say something. The old man nodded slightly to him, with a hint of imperceptible kindness on his serious and thin face, then turned and walked out of the shooting range with his hands behind his back.
It was the midsummer of the OUHK campus many years ago, and the scorching white light outside the gate was dazzling.
Yue Guangping's tall and straight back gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared in those glorious and prosperous years.
"Admit it, Jiang Ting." Wen Shao said regretfully, his face and half of his chest were soaked with blood, but his eyes still flashed with unmistakable malicious pity: "You dare not."
At this moment, Yan Yan slapped his palms heavily on the arm that was gripping his throat, twisting his left and right hands, click! Wen Shao didn't expect him to be so fierce, his elbows made a crisp sound, and suddenly bent at a terrible angle!
With a heavy and muffled sound, Yan Yan kicked Wen Shao back, desperately shouting: "Jiang Zing! Now!!"
Wen Shao staggered a few steps and stood firm, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he staggered towards Yan Yan!
Wind speed, distance, sound, heartbeat, breathing.
Jiang Ting's weak panting condensed, and the wind sent every slightest movement in the world into his eardrums. Yan Yan's heartbeat, Hearing Shao's breathing, the vibration of the cloth rubbing against the air, the sound of the soil being squeezed by the soles of the feet... The sound pressed everything into a plan, and immediately revolved and rose in the depths of the brain, constructing a three-dimensional projection.
Wen Shao volleyed towards Yan Yan.
Jiang Ting raised the muzzle, and there were countless heroic souls reaching out from the void and pulling the trigger together with him—
boom! !
The gunshots went through the forest, Han Xiaomei's footsteps slammed, and she raised her head in astonishment.
Follow her line of sight through the thick vegetation and the dark night, by the river beach, the bullets spun and broke through the air, passed through Wen Shao's throat, and raised an arc of blood arrows to the sky!
The rattling of swords and arrows stopped at this moment, but in a short period of time, it seemed like a long tragedy came to an end.
Wen Shao knelt down on both knees, shook for a few times, but finally it was too late, and the dead body fell to the ground.
he died.
If you look at the corpse carefully, you will find that the position where the bullet passed through the throat is exactly the same as that of the village doctor who committed suicide, and it is not bad at all.
China and Myanmar, spanning thousands of miles, have broken the bond of sin.
At this moment, the countless howling souls who have been crying for so many years are liberated and ascend to the sky.
"...Jiang Ting," Yan Yan said, "Jiang Ting!"
Jiang Ting let go of his hand and fell back along the recoil as the gun landed.
Yan Yan rushed forward, his sharp roar changed his tone: "Jiang Ting! Wake up, look at me! Look at me!!"
"Team Jiang, Team Yan—"
"Strict team!"
"They're there! They're there!!"
At the end of the river beach in the distance, a swaying spot of light quickly approached, and that was the search and rescue personnel rushing towards this side.
But Yan Yan couldn't see or feel anything.
He held his whole world in his arms.
"..." Jiang Ting's lips moved and seemed to say two words. Yan Yan shook his head and lowered his head, only to hear him repeat it again, saying, "It's good."
His fingertips slipped on Yan Yan's tough side face, but he couldn't actually feel anything.
very nice.
The figures of countless comrades appeared in the air, with familiar and joyful smiles, and opened their arms to him. Jiang Ting also smiled, and walked towards those years of laughter, blood and tears, many meritorious deeds and swirling wars, and turned around for the last time to look back.
Yan Yan knelt on the ground, hugged his body, and shouted something loudly.
You are still alive, Jiang Ting thought.
This is really good.