In the small western restaurant that has been closed, Cheng Muyun is standing outside the door of the utility room. Meng Liangchuan next to him handed him a cigarette, but he didn't pick it up, Meng Liangchuan raised his eyebrows.
Cheng Muyun looked down at the short man: "He is still useful."
Wang Wenhao is only the bottom line, he needs to let his up line, or even a higher level, know that their goods were taken by him - Cheng Muyun.
He needs to be "hated", and he needs to get new clues from this.
"No problem," Meng Liangchuan laughed, "except me and my brother, no one knows that this Wang Wenhao is a smuggler. He is still an ordinary university professor in the eyes of everyone, even in the eyes of his friends. , but unfortunately was kidnapped one after another."
Cheng Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly and re-examined the man in front of him.
"Why do you want to give me clues to take down that smuggling base?" Meng Liangchuan asked suddenly.
"A friend of mine died there a few years ago," Cheng Muyun didn't shy away, "I'm also a policeman like you, but not from Nepal, but from China."
The reason was good, but it was beyond his expectations.
This was unexpected by Meng Liangchuan, but it was the best explanation for Cheng Muyun's temperament. In a few words, a story was drawn.
And the person who told it, said no more.
Beside the two, an Italian chef from a western restaurant passed by and greeted them in English enthusiastically. Cheng Muyun put his hand by the door, greeted with a low smile, and chatted with the other party skillfully.
Soon, the Italian chef left. After all, it was still in the middle of the strike, and this was the central area. It would be closed for at least three or four days, and the chef would only come back to get something. After a while, he left the store directly.
The surroundings returned to quiet.
Meng Liangchuan pressed the handrail and opened the door for him by himself: "Boss Cheng, take a look."
He walked into the messy storage room.
Wang Wenhao covered his eyes with black cloth, hunched over, and lay against the corner.
Cheng Muyun approached, leaned over, pinched his chin, forced him to raise his head, and said softly, "My friend, I didn't expect to meet again so soon." Wang Wenhao's expression soon distorted in darkness and despair: "Boss Cheng?! Boss Cheng... you—you are Cheng Muyun?!"
He almost whispered: "It's me."
Like an electric shock, Wang Wenhao stepped back, and then backed up, knocking over all kinds of debris, and the dust filled the sky, and he suddenly became hysterical.
Cheng Muyun winked.
Meng Liangchuan suddenly smashed Wang Wenhao's neck with a knife in his hand. Wang Wenhao's body softened and he fainted on the ground. Meng Liangchuan whispered to Cheng Muyun: "I will arrange for him to be rescued by the police, and he will also let him return to Moscow safely."
Cheng Muyun walked half a circle around him, and took out the dagger from his waist.
Still need some injuries.
The dark silver blade slid along Wang Wenhao's cheek and down to his neck. In his mind, Wen Han was willing to be a hostage in order to protect him.
Is this... Jealousy
There was blood flowing down Wang Wenhao's neck.
"Cheng Muyun!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted his struggle.
A hint of surprise flashed in Cheng Muyun's eyes, he turned his head to the side, saw the girl trembling all over, and slowly stood up. Zhou Ke shrugged and apologized to Cheng Muyun. He didn't expect to see such an exciting scene when he brought people in.
After knocking down two wine boxes, Wen Han stumbled in, blocked Wang Wenhao with his body, and begged him: "Cheng Muyun..."
She was cold, and he was staring at her.
Shortly after being questioned by the police, Zhou Ke appeared inside the embassy.
Ask her at the water cooler if everything is done. She was awakened, and the guilt of not answering the police's questions made her feel helpless and question herself. Wang Wenhao is his friend. His whereabouts are unknown. Although he only knows Cheng Muyun's name, he doesn't say it.
She followed Zhou Ke here in a panic, wanting to ask him.
Ask him if he really kidnapped Wang Wenhao.
If not, be sure to explain it to the police in person.
if…
Unexpectedly, she didn't need to ask at all, she was brought in by Zhou Ke and witnessed this scene with her own eyes. How Meng Liangchuan knocked out Wang Wenhao, and how he drew out the dagger.
"After Wang Wenhao escaped that night, he was sent back to Kathmandu, but was kidnapped again this morning... Meng Liangchuan was an informant, he just made a contribution, but he was found to have a bigger criminal suspicion, and is now on the run... Have you seen The man who was with Meng Liangchuan? What's his name? This is the biggest clue to hunt down Meng Liangchuan." The police's question rolled in her mind.
…
Wen Han clenched his fists tightly and forced himself to look directly at him.
"You... can you let him go?" Wen Han tried to keep his voice normal, but it was extremely difficult, "Cheng Muyun, I beg you, let him go."
Cheng Muyun looked at her.
In the entire restaurant, only Meng Liangchuan and Zhou Ke were his friends.
There is also a comatose Wang Wenhao.
Will he listen to himself
Would he really kill an innocent person
Wen Han's heart slowly tightened.
Even at first, he didn't dare to look at his face with no emotion at all.
He was scrutinizing her, and there was a deterrence in those eyes that made one dare not look up. In the past dozens of hours, he and her have always communicated in Chinese, which sometimes makes her feel that he did it on purpose, because she and he are both Chinese. But now, at this time, he spoke again, but it was in cold Russian language that made people feel lazy: "My dear, you seem to be used to standing up for him... Your courage really surprises me."
Wen Han was slightly startled.
Cheng Muyun reversed the dagger in his palm and handed it to her.
"Come, let me see your courage," Cheng Muyun told her in a low voice, in this dark storage room, in a dusty and dirty place, told her, "You only have one chance to choose, take a knife, right Allow me to prove to me that you are determined to protect your friends."
He said, caressing her right face gently with his hands, his fingers were cold: "Or return the knife to me, walk out of this door, and let him die here."
Wen Han couldn't believe what he heard.
Or that he was such a person, but he hid all the cruelty that deviated from humanity too deeply... Let her mistakenly think that she can influence his decisions like the heroine in the movie? Behind him is a comatose, innocent friend of several years.
Agassi's words, hundreds of questions from the police in the embassy, and everything she saw made her unable to escape. This man simply regarded life as a mustard.
Her heart hit her chest heavily, and she was afraid, really afraid, afraid of the man in front of her who suddenly turned his face.
But she couldn't, watching him kill his innocent friend.
Wen Han clenched his teeth and took the knife in his hand tremblingly.
Hands clenched, aimed at him.
She must not know what she chose.
Cheng Muyun.
Under this name, he used to be a man with direct methods that made people shudder, without emotion, radical, and ruthless.
Frightening.
As he himself said, in his world, there is no kindness and forgiveness. He will repay the betrayal tenfold, and he will use a hundredfold to tell the other side what "evil has evil retribution" to the wicked.
At the moment when the tip of the knife pointed at Cheng Muyun.
He had already grabbed it with his hands and pressed it directly on her collarbone.
Wen Han was too late to respond.
In her line of sight, she could see his hand holding the knife, and the pair of eyes after that. He was already on the edge of anger, staring at himself without any focus: "Do you still want to save him?"
She took a deep breath, suppressed the sharp pain in her chest, gritted her teeth and said, "You—"
"Do you still want to save him?"
The man's aura was so scary that she couldn't say a word.
She was trembling, somewhat dizzy, took a deep breath, and with all her strength, she could finally hear herself speaking to him: "I can't watch you kill him."
"damn it-"
The knife deflected sharply and plunged into the right shelf.
A loud noise resounded throughout the basement.
Cheng Muyun twisted her two arms with one hand and pressed her whole body into his own. Wen Han could no longer move, and was forced to look up at him.
She burst into tears almost immediately, tears running down her face, and kept streaming down her face.
"Why are you crying? Didn't you always know that I'm not a good person?" Cheng Muyun sneered, narrowing his eyes into a dangerous and narrow arc, "What does it feel like to die with this university professor? Are you happy?"
…
Zhou Ke frowned.
This man is really angry.
Just kidding, it's his woman's turn to use a knife at him for a broken smuggler - Zhou Ke thought about this possibility.
It seems that it is not very calm.
Wen Han bit his lip.
It seems that the rebellious heart that has been buried in the bottom of my heart for the past 20 years is pouring out.
She looked at him hard, and said nothing.
Just a few hours ago, she was even holding a fork at the dinner table, thinking back to her first night with him. He was even worried about whether he would be able to get a visa and return to Moscow... Thinking of this, his heart ached and his tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.
What are you crying, don't cry, Wen Han—
do not Cry!
Teeth bite deep into lips. Blood oozing.
The eyes in front of him were terrifyingly black.
Can't see light.