The numbness in Bu Feng's eyes faded a little, and a little sadness arose, he shook his head, and suddenly said without thinking: "Since it has to be done, it should be done, why should you care about what others say?" , to live, already very tired..."
After finishing speaking, Bu Feng sighed softly, looked directly into the eyes of that person, a trace of weird spiritual tentacles stretched out from the sea of nerves inexplicably, entangled with that person tightly, and told the future that was about to happen. All of that, together with his worrying thoughts, passed into Bu Feng's mind at all.
"-Is this life?" Bu Feng whispered to himself, and the tentacles of the spirit slowly and naturally retracted.
The man looked at Bu Feng with very strange eyes for a while, showing a very puzzled expression.
Looking at Bu Feng's calm and sad eyes, the doubt gradually disappeared from his eyes, his body suddenly paused, and then he trembled violently, bent down and coughed violently, his body Then trembling...
Not long after, the man straightened up his tall and thin figure, smoothed out his messy hair, and revealed a handsome face. He was about thirty years old. Looking at Bu Feng, his eyes calmed down.
Gradually, a genuine smile emerged from those quiet eyes.
Taking the glass of wine from Bu Feng, he gracefully held the glass and shook it slightly, admiring the dazzling light reflected by the slightly dim light through the wine with a faint smile, and then drank it up A trace of peace and joy flashed across his face. Gently putting down the wine glass, the man thought for a while, his expression became calm, and he slowly took out a card with faint handwriting on it and a bank card from his pocket.
"I don't know how you know these things," he slowly shook his head with slightly puzzled eyes, staring into Bu Feng's eyes, and handed over the card with both hands, His eyes were full of expectation, he opened his mouth and said softly: "However, now I only have one very abrupt—"
Then, his words were interrupted by Bu Feng's movements...
Bu Feng took the two cards without looking at them, put them in his pocket, looked at the man with a little more sadness in his eyes, nodded, and said firmly: "No matter what it is, as long as I Don't die, I will try my best to complete it, don't worry!"
Staring at Bu Feng for a while, the man nodded to him with a smile, then shook his head and said with a smile: "If you and I could meet earlier, we would definitely be friends... What do you think? "There was imperceptible sadness and sorrow in that tone, as well as a trace of regret.
Bu Feng shook his head and said, "Since our hearts are connected, why should we care about the length of time?"
The man froze for a moment, laughed, took a deep look at Bu Feng, clasped his fists slightly towards Bu Feng, turned around and left, his gait did not falter as he did at the beginning, but in his firmness, there was sadness. , but helpless.
Bu Feng stared at the back steadily, the pity in his eyes gradually faded, and a deeper numbness arose.
Aman frowned suddenly, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes looking at the back. From the man, she felt something that was not very strange...
It was a faint layer of dead air...
Ajie came to his senses in this somewhat bleak abnormal atmosphere, shook his head, and shook the slight sadness that rose from his heart out of his head, and couldn't help but glanced at the bar next to the door at that position, only to find that the girl in the black windbreaker had left at some point...
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After going around a few times habitually, Shi Yong turned carefully into a small alley.
Pacing back and forth in the alley with extremely complicated emotions, he couldn't help touching his left shoulder, his eyes flashed with a trace of undisguised pain, and muttered to himself: If it weren't for him, that bullet should have been more than just a bullet. Let's go through here... Looking at the dark gate showing a gray color in the night, he couldn't help but have a series of lingering images in his heart...
He shook his head, then nodded again, his breathing gradually became quicker, his eyes flashed with dark red confusion, his hands were clenched tightly, the nails that had not been repaired for a long time sank into the palm of his hand, oozing traces of blood, and his teeth were bitten. There was a clicking sound, the muscles on his face were tensely tense, staring at the nothingness in the night, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, and a layer of plainness and tranquility gradually emerged from the depths of his eyes, but, the quiet eyes A trace of icy coldness shone in the middle...
Standing still, he suppressed the remaining hesitation in his heart, gently opened the door, and walked in...
"Ayong? Come in."
That flat and gentle voice made Shi Yong's face convulse, he took a breath, he relaxed his tense face, put a faint smile on his face, opened the door and walked in, and said softly: "Brother Gu."
The gentle lighting in the room exudes a layer of warmth, dispelling him from the chill brought by the winter night, and the simple decoration makes people feel refreshed. In front of the desk, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and height was sitting in front of the desk, holding a letter in his hand, and looking at it carefully with glasses. At this moment, he raised his head and nodded to Shi Yong with a smile. He lowered his head again, and continued to read the letter.
Under the light, his figure seemed to be a little bent, and his face was full of indifferent smiles. Shi Yong was even a little confused at this moment. It was hard for him to imagine that such a gentle and generous middle-aged man would have the same Several of the world's largest burglaries within a decade are closely linked, yet all the facts of the investigation make it clear.
That familiar smile and gentle expression made Shi Yong's heart tremble suddenly, and his body trembled visibly... However, the middle-aged man with his head down did not see Shi Yong's strangeness, so he looked to the side Said: "Ayong, in a few days, someone from the organization will come from there, you should prepare, and then you can meet him..."
"En, okay." Shi Yong agreed casually, but his eyes flashed with determination. He swept his gaze away from the middle-aged man, walked over to the desk, stood in front of the simple bookshelf, and took out a copy of "Book of Changes" from the bookshelf. ", and said softly, "Brother Su, let me take a look at your books. Why are they all "Book of Changes?"
Holding the book in his hand, his eyes swept across the back of the middle-aged man's heart, and all that flashed was a cold light.
"Flip through casually, hehe, I have all these books here, when did you pay attention to these..." The middle-aged man laughed, his eyes still fixed on the letterhead in his hand.
Holding the "Book of Changes" in one hand, Shi Yong slowly raised his drooping right hand, a cold light flashed between his fingers, revealing a three-inch-long needle...
Seeing that thick and simple back, Shi Yong's expression changed rapidly...
There was a last flash of pain in his eyes, the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and a ray of coldness silently pierced the middle-aged man's vest...
Seeing the blood gushing out from the hollow steel needle, Shi Yong's complexion turned pale in an instant, beads of sweat dripped from his face, his tall and thin figure trembled tremblingly, his whole body The person seemed to have aged for decades in an instant, and could no longer control his body. Holding the bookshelf beside him, he muttered to himself: "Brother Gu, Brother Gu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Ayong..."
Shi Yongde's face was shocked suddenly, he stood up and looked at the middle-aged man on the chair, there was hope, helplessness, and a trace of determination in his eyes.
A thin voice trembled slightly, and the middle-aged man on the chair turned the chair with difficulty, with his right hand covering his chest, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down the letter in his hand, beeping on the ground, spreading across the room. It was clearly audible, although his face was pale, but he looked at Shi Yong very calmly, as if he was not surprised at all, there was even a hint of concern in his eyes...
"Actually, you don't need to blame yourself. You are an official and I am a thief. It is only natural for you to kill me. Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you for choosing this path for me..." The middle-aged man couldn't help coughing A few times, ignoring the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, he smiled in a low voice and said, "Death is the best choice for me... Cough, I'm not young anymore, I don't want to get into trouble anymore..."
Guilt, paleness and helplessness flashed across Shi Yong's pale complexion, as well as a trace of surprise. His body trembled violently, he opened his mouth, and looked at the middle-aged man with dull eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand. Blocking it, the middle-aged man moved his right hand with difficulty on the chair, pointed to a small tape recorder on the table, coughed and said: "Listen—you will understand from there...I don't blame you, really Of... you must have found out, I still have a daughter, I only have one thing to ask you."
As the middle-aged man spoke, there was a kindness and blush on his pale complexion, and a strange radiance appeared on Shi Yong's complexion: "I remember you and my brotherhood for many years, help me take good care of her..."
Speaking of this, his eyes were full of expectation, and he stared at Shi Yong firmly.
Shi Yong looked at the middle-aged man with a miserable expression, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Does elder brother think that I can still live? You, are my elder brother..."
"You, why do you—" The middle-aged man's body trembled violently, he raised his hand with difficulty, pointed at Shi Yong, coughed violently, his eyes were full of blame and worry, and there was a trace of worry...
Shi Yong stepped forward quickly, carefully caught the trembling hand, and said in a low voice: "Brother, don't worry, I have already entrusted the matter to a very good person... Don't worry, Xiaoying will be the next one in the future. You won’t suffer.” Shi Yong’s tone revealed a hint of joy and confidence as he said.
The middle-aged man looked at Shi Yong with worry and heartache in his eyes, and said softly: "Since you chose him, then there is no problem, and I can rest assured, ahem, it's just—, why are you doing that?" Woolen cloth?"
The middle-aged man looked at Shi Yong again, shook his head, the luster on his complexion gradually faded, and a layer of dead gray surfaced, the traces of blood coughed up from the corner of his mouth slid across his pale complexion, coupled with the corners of his mouth curled up. The slightly worried smile exuded an unusually serene demeanor, and murmured: "Ayong, what kind of person are you talking about..."
The corners of his mouth moved slightly, but his mind had already flown to a long time ago, the scene when he and her first met in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, her long shawl hair and pure smile... It seemed that everything had returned to that beautiful moment , that smile was still full of vigor under the setting sun, at that moment...
"Yueping..." There was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were gently closed, as if enjoying the twilight sunshine at that time.
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