In a spacious and bright room, a middle-aged man was holding a phone and said casually. Although it is Chinese, it is mixed with foreign emphasis, which makes people always sound a little uncomfortable.
"And finally, there is a way to see it."
"What do we need to do next?"
"Just do what you have to do. One is not to forget your identity, and the other is to play this game, otherwise I will be too disappointed."
The middle-aged man changed his raised Erlang legs on the sofa, still with the same casual expression. However, the light in his eyes could not be blocked by those thick black-rimmed glasses.
"...yes"
There were not many words on the other end of the phone, and most of the time I was listening to the middle-aged man talking in a low voice.
"Hey, Cheng Ze, what have you been doing? It's been so long."
In the office hall of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Sun Ke had just put down the mountain of documents at hand, and was looking up curiously at Cheng Ze who had just returned.
"Me? Make a call"
Cheng Ze quickly turned off the phone, put it in his pocket, and walked to his desk as if nothing had happened.
The psychology of girls is really weird sometimes, even Sun Ke himself thinks so. Sometimes you are so sensitive that you will pay attention to any small action of the other party, and sometimes you can carelessly care about nothing. For example, right now, I really want to know who Cheng Ze called and what he said just now. Although it probably has nothing to do with me at all, but I just want to know for no reason.
"What's the matter, what's the matter with calling for so long?"
As soon as the words came, Cheng Ze subconsciously covered the phone in his trouser pocket with his hand, and then looked at Sun Ke curiously.
"It's okay, what's the matter, Xiao Ke, you want to check the post during working hours?"
"I...what nonsense you are..."
That's right. . . What am I doing. . . Sun Ke was instantly blushed, and quickly looked around with his big eyes spinning around. Fortunately, no one noticed him, otherwise he would be ashamed.
Cheng Ze was snickering on the side, seeing the other party's embarrassment, the affection in his heart grew a lot higher due to the wind.
Volume 5 The Choice Between Life and Death
Many people don't understand what's so good about a nightclub, it's so noisy, so corrupt, and so mixed, how can so many people prefer to go there; but many people don't understand that nightclubs have gradually become these spiritual places that have no sustenance for people , Just like a totem, it became sacred.
In the past few days, there has been an extra figure in the happy world, wearing the same clothes at the same time. After I came in, I neither socialized nor danced, just sat at the bar, ordered a glass of Belarus, and drank it for hours.
It's the same today, she went straight to the bar from the moment she entered the door, and after she sat down, she became dazed in a daze.
"Hello, this is from the gentleman over there..."
Even the bartender at the bar is familiar with her, and she comes here to order wine and drink slowly, without talking or responding to the annoying strike-up. So that later, when someone ordered wine, the bartender put it next to her tacitly, and simply stopped talking.
Although the situation is the same every day, there are many people who are courteous every day, so that when she leaves every day, there are four or five glasses of cocktails in different poses on the bar next to her.
The light at the bar is dim, and the layers of Belarus are distinct and illusory. Staring at the crystal cup for a long time, it feels like the whole world has become ethereal, at least for Yijing.
"Hello..."
There was another accost from a man behind him.
Yijing didn't want to look back at all, or in other words, she instinctively rejected this annoying strike-up from a thinking point of view.
Because there are countless strike-ups like this every day, at first Yijing was able to look back as if she was cooperative. But the more he looked at it, the reality of the figure in his heart became clearer, and the feeling in his heart became hotter, so that later, he couldn't control himself.
Yijing frowned and looked at the watch on her wrist, and the pointer came to the one o'clock position again.
call. . .
The last trace of patience in her heart was worn away, Yijing simply drank the cocktail in the glass, and then got up to leave. But the moment he got off his seat, he turned around and raised his head, and the figure behind him still stood there straight.
"We meet again"
The image produced by the focus of both eyes perfectly coincides with the shadow in my heart this time. . . right! it's him! The person who made me fascinated and longed for day and night finally appeared in front of my eyes.
this. . . is this real? ! Or did you drink too much
When Yijing raised her trembling palm and touched it on the other person's chest, the tears of turbulence and grievance came out of her eyes.
"Ly... Lake..."
It is indeed a wonderful thing to watch your wounds heal slowly. Sometimes you have to sigh the power of the Creator. How did such a deep and large wound grow slowly? Why did the new meat come out itchingly
Zhang Zichen slowly packed up all his things, sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly felt the strength of every muscle in his body again and again.
"Finally... finally recovered..."
This long and boring time actually gave Zhang Zichen a good buffer. There were too many whirlpools and complicated events before, one after another almost made me overwhelmed, and in this free time, I just had time to sort out every clue and every detail of the past.
During this period of deliberation and logic, Zhang Zichen's mind was like a storm like a shower, and many fragmented details and clues seemed to be connected together. But these are far from enough. Everything in front of me now seems to be just the tip of the iceberg. What will happen every minute and every second is the most important thing and the key to the real puzzle.
In the past, he regarded it as a trouble, as a whirlpool like a swamp, but at this moment, Zhang Zichen was more willing to regard it as a mission and responsibility. Because all of this needs to be unraveled by oneself, and all of this needs to be explored by oneself.
Although my strength is insignificant, but in the duel of thinking, I have never been afraid of anyone!
The sunlight outside the window peeled away the haze of the dark clouds and shot straight into the ward. The musty hospital bed smelled of the sun in an instant.