One pair of eyes, one world.
In Hu Yi's eyes, gray is the theme; in Li Youcai's eyes, black is the theme.
The dog traitor's smile always looks sunny, but when he looks in the mirror, he feels cold, and his own smile looks desolate in his own eyes. Because the world in his eyes is always covered with a black filter, all the black is exaggerated and smudged, expanding the scope of black, and all other colors are also smudged by black, losing their original colors. Of course, he wears sunglasses.
Looking at the sky, the blue becomes deeper and darker due to the black rendering; the white becomes dark clouds due to the black rendering. In his eyes, the blue sky and white clouds are as unreal as before a storm. He leans against the electric pole and lights a cigarette. The broken cigarette box paper blows away from the edge of his black leather shoes. A black wild cat is silently living on the top of the wall beside the dirty street. The wall is mottled with advertisements for matches, Rendan, Wanling ointment, and beautiful women's paintings. Even if the cherry mouth has not faded due to wind and rain, Li Youcai can't see it. He is waiting.
The cigarette smoke began to diffuse around his face and disappeared with the wind. He turned his head slightly and a child selling cigarettes appeared at the corner. He had a cigarette stand hanging around his neck, his clothes were covered with patches and his feet were covered in mud, which was extremely suitable for this dirty street.
He smiled at the boy selling cigarettes, so the boy smiled back at him. He stopped beside the slightly crooked electric pole, handed him a pack of beautifully wrapped cigarettes, and then got a large-denomination banknote from him. The wrinkled and dirty banknote was held tightly in the boy's hand, and he put it in his pocket only after he had walked a long way away.
He tore open the cigarette box, revealing poison inside, which was also rendered black by the black in his eyes, like an abyss.
Later, the pitiful black cat on the wall disappeared; the black-clad traitor under the electric pole also disappeared, leaving only a few torn pieces of cigarette box paper turning over on the dirty ground.
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In the sunshine, Hu Yi did not feel the heat. The sky in his eyes was covered with gray, so pale that there were no white clouds or sunshine, as if the sky had never been clear.
Under the gray sky were gray buildings, gray streets, and gray crowds. He looked across the street, focusing on the four big characters on the storefront: Yoshida Trading Company. Some people walked in, some walked out, and not far from the door was a dying beggar curled up. Hu Yi couldn't see him. Whether he was still alive or not, it didn't matter to Hu Yi. He was more numb and colder than the gray crowd.
Li Youcai said that within three days, there was a 50% chance that the target would appear in the Japanese hospital. Hu Yi didn't understand why the chance was only half, but then he thought about the hospital as the destination and Li Youcai as a gambler, and he understood without asking, that the other half of the chance of the unlucky target was death, so saving people turned into killing people, which was good, and it was worry-free! This was Li Youcai's despicable style, at least he had the opportunity to create miracles, and only he could create such miracles.
Since Su Qing found the target she was looking for with only a piece of chalk and a blackboard, Hu Yi no longer dared to look down on that woman, although he still thought she was stupid. After Li Youcai gave the approximate time and place, Su Qing's plan immediately surfaced, and the plan was so beautiful that Hu Yi and the traitor were both shocked.
The target cannot live in the hospital forever. There are only two routes from the hospital back to the gendarmerie. One of them passes by the gate of Yoshida Trading Company. The location of the kidnapping was set by Su Da's agents. As long as the target leaves the hospital, someone will create a riot on the other route. The target will be kidnapped in front of Yoshida Trading Company, and then rush directly into Yoshida Trading Company, holding the Japanese merchants hostage. At the same time, the target will be quietly moved through the tunnel under Yoshida Trading Company. One person will delay until the target is sent out of the city directly, and then disappear and hide. It is done in one go, at the cost of exposing the tunnel, but the chance of casualties is minimal, and the success rate is close to ten!
Su Qing has eyes, stakes and ways, but she can only participate in limited armed actions and is not good at it. For this reason, she asked Hu Yi for advice and asked for a transfer of personnel from the Ninth Company. She is a military idiot, but not so stupid that she can't tell the difference. When it comes to murder, the scum Hu Yi around her is an expert. Among all the combat units of the independent regiment, the Ninth Company has soldiers, generals, firepower, and evil spirits. Some of the cargo companies have the licenses of the detective team, which can fully meet the action effect. Of course, it is the first choice.
Now Hu Yi stood here, looking at the scene, as if he was looking at a battlefield, as if everything was covered in smoke and gray. In his mind, he even imagined a bullet crossing the street and shooting into the window of the opposite trading company. To him, this was not a robbery, but an ambush that couldn't be simpler!
Later, the streets continued to be bustling with people, the man in black who once stood out in the bustling city disappeared, and the dying beggar was still curled up in the gray sunlight, numbly passed by countless numb bodies, and continued to rot.
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Su Qing didn't have time to notice the colors of the world. She was always in a hurry. She just noticed all the lines, the boundaries between light and dark, and the edges of buildings, which kept changing.
Faces, numbers, signs, flower pots on balconies, notices posted on the corners, children deliberately knocked down on the street by passers-by, all of these things make up the world in her eyes. She focuses on these connections and integrates them. What she wants to find is disharmony, the expressions on faces, the meaning of numbers, and the new mud on flower pots. Even when she is in a hurry in the sun, she habitually feels that there is a pair of ferocious eyes behind her, trying to separate her figure from this messy picture.
She was nervous about being in a hurry because this was not a role she was good at. She could no longer pay attention to the cloth shop, nor could she look inside the bookstore when she passed by. Now she was just a young wife who had just come to the city, with an ugly hairstyle and carrying a mud basket. She had to buy food to cook for her man, and if she saw vegetable leaves in the mud she had to pick them up happily.
Thinking that he was her man, she suddenly felt much more relaxed. She also remembered that the dog traitor smashed the table into three legs. She knew what the dog traitor's purpose was, but she could only pretend not to know. She was afraid that he knew it too, and she was also afraid that he knew that she pretended not to know.
Until a passerby who was also in a hurry knocked her off balance, then cursed her, spitted at her and left, she regained her nervous hurry, knowing that it meant 'everything was ready', preparations for hospital surveillance were complete, preparations for disruption on the second route were complete, preparations for meeting at the tunnel exit were complete, and preparations for the route out of the city were complete.
Looking at this street again, it is just old, so old that the lines are blurred, so old that it is monotonous, and so old that it has turned white, whether it is the faded window frames or the patches on the clothes of passers-by, and her hurried back in the chaos.
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The steel bars were arranged in cold vertical lines, so cold that the bloodstains on the metal had not yet melted.
The sound of metal hitting concrete was clear and harsh, and it echoed in the dark corridor that never saw the light of day.
There were hurried footsteps, followed by the roar of engines. The railings at the entrance of the gendarmerie were raised high, gleaming brightly. A car rushed out, honking continuously, carrying a dying prisoner into the world. This world looked black, gray, and as if it was old and white...