"My mission in this world has been completed, and all that remains now is to accept the judgment of fate here, in this room (day)"
The old man's face is pessimistic but there is no sign of flinching. This may be the last appearance of life and death.
"After this incident, your future is limitless, and your mission is far from being completed. This will be the last time we meet... (day)"
"Why is the teacher so pessimistic... (Japanese)"
In fact, Matsushita Heiji said, the pressure on his heart and shoulders was still irresistible and he couldn't breathe.
"No matter where you climb to in the future, don't forget how much willing blood was sprinkled on the stepping stones under your feet (day)"
"..."
"Okay, go and realize your dreams, I'm tired too, and I'm too old, I should take a rest long ago (day)"
Without any explanation, the old man turned around and disappeared behind the wooden door. When the two wooden doors closed, Matsushita Heiji's head lightly knocked on the tatami.
Shinoda Yumi was placed in a small single apartment. This room was quiet and transparent, and there was no defect except for the frighteningly deserted interior of the room.
It seems that no one or anything will be interested in Yumi Shinoda except for being drained of value all at once. More resistant to many things.
The rare sunlight poured into the small window, and Yumi was sitting under the sunlight, holding a book, so quiet that the whole picture was condensed into a beautiful painting.
However, the time remained silent for a long time, and Yumi Shinoda was nowhere to be seen flipping through the books in her hands, but those piercing and beautiful eyes were always staring at the same place where the books were unfolded.
"I'll be back, wait for me"
It turned out that there was a note in the book, the creases were flattened, and the seven words scrawled on it were blurred.
When Yumi came back to her senses again and moved her gaze to close the book, the sunlight that had not changed its angle once again shone into Yumi's hopeful eyes.
"A Ju..."
Su Ling had never seen Ah Ju look so lifeless. . . After being detained by JQ and sent to the confinement center of the Ministry of Security, Su Ling didn't even get the news a day later.
"...I'm fine..."
Looking at the sudden visit of Su Ling, Ah Ju forcibly boosted the spirit on his face, but that dejected look, paired with the stubble overgrown like weeds, gave him an indescribable sense of decadence and self exile.
Looking at Ah Ju through the reinforced glass of the confinement center of the Ministry of Security, Su Ling's tears could not stop flowing down wantonly.
"Aju, you have to...you have to cheer up"
In fact, Su Ling couldn't understand Ah Ju's feelings. Zhang Zichen was used as a bargaining chip by the country he had desperately guarded. . . Thinking of this, even Su Ling burst into tears.
"..."
Ah Ju lowered his head and shook his head slightly, but he still didn't look up, but wiped away his tears casually.
"Chenzi won't get into trouble so easily. It hasn't happened before, and it certainly won't happen now and in the future. We must be prepared, ready to save Chenzi at any time..."
The sudden involvement of the picture caused Ah Ju to raise his head immediately, and Ah Ju remembered what Su Ling said almost the same words as now when Zhang Zichen was caught in the city bureau because of the conspiracy on Shanqian Avenue. . . But. . . But. . .
In just two seconds, Ah Ju raised his head and lowered it again.
"It's impossible...it's impossible this time anyway..."
call! call! call! "
As if he had just woken up from a terrible nightmare, Li Wei'an's bright eyes were full of fear and helplessness.
"You've been in a coma for a long time..."
When consciousness returns bit by bit. . . The last frame of the pause in Li Wei'an's mind slowly converged into a pattern. It was Zhang Zichen who let go of his palm and turned away cruelly. . .
Li Wei'an jerked his head sideways, and the picture froze. The person who was supposed to be by his side changed from Zhang Zichen to Mei Jie. . .
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...ah..."
This was the first time that Li Wei'an was so uncontrollable, so heartbroken that she wanted to cry, the heart-piercing pain was beyond her control. . .
Seeing the tears streaming down Xiaowei's side, Mei Jie didn't show the slightest surprise, and stood straight beside the hospital bed, lowering his head towards her.
"sorry"
Chapter 262
Man is a huge sponge, and pain is to man what water is to the sponge. When the sponge is full of water, squeeze it dry, and there will be irresistible water to make the empty sponge full.
Everyone has the pain of everyone, every family has the pain of every family, and every society has the pain of every society. When the pain is so specific that it cannot be more specific, it is measured in the "person" The feelings in the unit also humanize the host unit. Sometimes, the world is like a person, with emotions, joys, anger, sorrows and joys. Of course, the world also has sorrows that are too thick to dissolve.
HM083 and the 227 passengers on it are a world-class tragedy, although only for the vast majority of people in this world who don't know what's going on.
The desperation of both the United States and Japan actually crossed the tip of the knife without any damage. . . Relying on the powerful global control system of the US CIA and the cooperation of its minions, all traces of a flight were actually erased from the world without any evidence or rumors.
Not only that, countless smoke bombs combined with despicable behaviors made the already hard-to-know truth even more confusing.