The official was silent for a while: "Mr. Cheng Muyun, you must understand that although Zhuang Yan is just an ordinary criminal policeman, he cannot sacrifice casually."
"Of course," Cheng Muyun nodded calmly, "I also hope you can find out the truth."
The officials went to see Meng Liangchuan.
Meng Liangchuan shook his head: "I don't know about this, Cheng Muyun never said anything about the inner ghost."
The official looked at Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan seemed to have long been prepared to deal with Cheng Muyun's defense. He took off the glasses that he had been wearing on his face, closed them, and handed them out: "Here's a recording."
The man beside the official stood up and took the glasses. Cheng Muyun glanced at Chen Yuan, no wonder he was coughing all the time, in order to cover up the recording action? Cheng Muyun smiled for a few seconds for this inference.
The recording was yesterday on the second basement of the hospital.
With the clear coughing sound, the whole process of the dispute between Fu Yiming and Cheng Muyun could be heard.
"He's only nineteen years old! He's been with me since he was a child! Is he okay now? Ah? He's dead. If he's dead, will it prove his innocence, not a ghost? This is your method?!" This is Fu Yi Ming's voice.
"You want to kill me?" Cheng Muyun's voice.
"You really want to kill me?" It was Cheng Muyun's voice.
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The three interrogators will listen to the full recording.
The official seemed to be waiting for Cheng Muyun's explanation. Cheng Muyun continued to drink water innocently until he drank not a drop in front of everyone and put down the water glass.
"Mr. Cheng Muyun, do you have any explanation?" The official finally asked.
Cheng Muyun was surprised: "What do you need me to explain?"
"The recording is very clear. Fu Yiming quarreled with you because he found out that you were under investigation." The official repeated the content of the recording.
Cheng Muyun suddenly said: "Didn't you hear, it was Fu Yiming's own guess all the time? I was just heartbroken during the whole process that he actually wanted to kill me. This police officer, you should know very well that Fu Yiming is more than just a person. He looks like a woman and has a temperament like a woman. He is irritable, suspicious, emotional, has a short temper, and is very careful, and he will take vengeance.
Hearing Cheng Muyun's series of descriptions, Meng Liangchuan couldn't help but look out the window to appreciate the distant sunflower fields.
"He often loses his temper inexplicably and speculates randomly. You can ask the people in Moscow about this. I'm used to it," Cheng Muyun smiled bitterly, "but it doesn't mean that I acquiesce to Fu Yiming's words, especially as an accusation against me. evidence."
Cheng Muyun's answer was still flawless. After all, in this recording, he hardly said anything. What the only girl named Wen Han said had nothing to do with the inner ghost, and only Fu Yiming was angrily accusing her.
All three interrogated fell silent.
Now, their inquiry has basically come to an end, and they are waiting for the headquarters to judge whether they want to completely take away Cheng Muyun.
This is a tough question.
To put it simply, Cheng Muyun used to be black, and was later turned into a hero. He is a legend, but now you have to say that he is black again... This is equivalent to overthrowing everything ten years ago, and it is just in the mouth of everyone. .
Therefore, everyone is very cautious about Cheng Muyun.
What's more, Cheng Muyun once made great contributions.
long wait.
It seems that the headquarters is also hesitant about whether to temporarily detain Cheng Muyun. The officer looked impatiently at the hands of the watch as the forty minutes passed. Headquarters still did not answer.
The official thought for a while and wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere.
In case Cheng Muyun is all right, it would be a bit embarrassing to invite people to bring them back.
As soon as the greeting reached his lips, there was a knock on the door.
The official's eyes signaled the people beside him to open the door. At the same time when the outdoor sunlight came in, Fu Yiming, who was accused by Cheng Muyun just now of being suspicious and irritable like a woman, walked in. He narrowed his eyes, looked at the pomp in the room, and smiled: "Why? The person who took me didn't say hello to me?" Obviously, his tone was very unpleasant, "And the former team leader was also taken away. , how do you tell me to deal with my brothers?"
The official was business-like, and replied to the officer who was higher than himself: "No way, follow the rules and routines."
"Then do you know? We are working hard at the front. How hateful are you to put undercover agents to stab them in the back?"
The official was questioned with a look on his face.
Fu Yiming went on to say: "Everyone who is on a mission is not subject to restraint. All charges, even interrogations, must be done after the mission is over. This is a customary rule." Fu Yiming became more and more impatient. Reaching out and poking the official's chest, "We are tracking down the smuggling syndicate and carrying out the mission. Do you know how many members the smuggling syndicate has cost me in ten years?"
"I also deeply regret this." The official became more and more depressed.
The atmosphere froze for a while.
The embarrassing and intractable Fu Yiming suddenly appeared like this.
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Everyone is silent. How to do
In the end, it was Fu Yiming who broke the silence himself:
"I have already reported to the headquarters, just now. I have come to guarantee that Cheng Muyun did not do any illegal investigation, and our action team has no ghosts. Zhuang Yan's death was an accident of food poisoning. After the autopsy report comes back from Moscow, we will be able to Explain everything."
The three interrogators were stunned again.
Fu Yiming directly overturned the recording evidence of Chen Yuan just now.
"Excuse me, can we go?" Fu Yiming looked down at the official.
"Wait, I need to confirm with the headquarters." The official pointed to the chair.
Fu Yiming said that he did not need to sit and wait.
The recorder issues an inquiry.
After three minutes, wait until the reply: let go and continue monitoring.
The official breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand towards the door: "It's alright. It's just that I will monitor all your movements in India."
Fu Yiming narrowed his eyes: "No problem, you can send someone to monitor Cheng Muyun, but you have no right to take him unless I die," he said, and walked to Cheng Muyun, "Let's go."
Cheng Muyun got up calmly, picked up the coat that he had put on the chair, and held it in his hand. By the way, he nodded and smiled at the person in charge of the translation, and said in Russian: Thank you.
Before leaving, Cheng Muyun never saw Chen Yuan again.
Instead, Fu Yiming swept the epaulette on Chen Yuan's police uniform, and told him without a smile, "Congratulations on your successful retirement, and finally you don't have to be an undercover agent in our most dangerous hell group."
The two left the interrogation room in front of everyone.
The officer snapped off the lamp on the table used for the interrogation.
"Chen Yuan, you stay here and report to your superiors separately."
If Chen Yuan hadn't suddenly handed out the news and applied for Cheng Muyun's detention, it would not have been his turn to preside over the interrogation.
It is said that Moscow is a country where warm blood and cold blood coexist.
Here, no one wants to offend Fu Yiming's group.
"Then I'm fine?" Meng Liangchuan stood up and stretched.
"Let's go," the official relaxed and patted Meng Liangchuan's shoulder, "Old Meng, hurry back to Nepal, this group of people in Moscow is called the 'Hell's Group', don't stay with them all the time, be careful of being caught implicated."
"I know, I know." Meng Liangchuan sneered. He himself was in a cold sweat. After all, he told a lot of lies just now to protect Cheng Muyun. If he was exposed, he wouldn't have a good life.
He walked out the door and looked into the distance.
For a while, only two very small backs could be seen.
Meng Liangchuan took a last look at the room behind him. This Chen Yuan should be the person he despises the most. Although he knew that Chen Yuan was also on a mission, Meng Liangchuan imagined that if he was Chen Yuan, he would have defected and would never report Cheng Muyun at this time.
Meng Liangchuan sighed in his heart.
Looking at the big group photo of the coffee plantation at the beginning, he concluded that there was an inner ghost among the four people, and the other was an undercover agent who was monitoring Cheng Muyun.
Now, Chen Yuan blew himself up as an undercover agent and left the manor, and Zhuang Yan died again.
Fu Yiming and Cheng Jiayi were left.
How many more things will happen and how many people will die...
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Fu Yiming and Cheng Muyun walked side by side by the sunflower field.
Just as Cheng Muyun said, he is very vengeful, very irritable, very irritable, and it is not easy to recover his emotions.
But after being tossed like this, I still put years of brotherhood in the forefront.
After walking for a while, he sighed softly: "I won't let you track down the inner ghost for a long time, we are not a gang, we will clean it up when we clean it up. It has to be done according to the law. If your illegal behavior causes a murder case, you will have to pay for your own life. of."
Cheng Muyun glanced at him.
"Do you still doubt me?" Fu Yiming asked him.
"It's hard to say." Cheng Muyun was very frank.
"Very good, choose one of the two. Between me and Cheng Jiayi, you can choose someone to kill. Do you want me to report to my superiors first. If I die, it must have nothing to do with you, Cheng Muyun?" Fu Yiming finished speaking, Laugh yourself first.
In his laughter, Cheng Muyun saw Wen Han who was anxiously waiting in the distance.
"It was your woman who rushed into my room, arrested me and came to you," Fu Yiming whispered, "your woman is very smart and knows that I can save you. Go, this time she is a hero and you are a beauty, A hero saves beauty, and beauty always has to dedicate herself."
Cheng Muyun glanced at Fu Yiming.
The latter laughed and teased him: "This is the first time I feel that my figure is not as good as yours. When she pulled me up, I was wearing nothing. She looked at me like a piece of wood."
Cheng Muyun chuckled lightly: "Do you think you and I are only different in body shape?"
Fu Yiming frowned slightly: "Great monk, it's too much. I am alone, and I may die in India in the next few days because of your suspicions. In the rest of your life, you won't find a beauty for me to taste. The taste of a woman still irritates me so much?"
Cheng Muyun was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Cheng Muyun continued to move forward.
Fu Yiming stopped and looked around, looking for the little broken electric tricycle that brought him and Wen Han just now. He felt that something would happen to the two of them in the sunflower field. After a while, it would be evening. He didn't want to sit on the edge of the field and wait.
Sunflower fields have the power to make people feel bright in the sunlight.
Especially in such a large world, there is no limit to the horizon, Wen Han is relying on this power of nature to calm himself down, and then wait for him with peace of mind. But now that he appeared, he couldn't hold it any longer, he ran a few steps and threw himself up, hugging his neck.
He could really feel his palm, hold her thighs firmly, and hold her in front of him.
Her nose was sore, it was terrible. She looked at his back downstairs in the early morning and felt that something was wrong. Later, when she saw such a terrible scene in the window, and saw that he was taken away by many people with guns, she was stunned. . From the broken building all the way to the Xiaobai Building, he smashed open Fu Yiming's door, pulled him up from the bed, and threw his clothes on the head of the man who was still slumbering: "Quick, quick, Cheng Muyun has been tortured a lot. The cops caught it!"
Then, in a hurry, he ran to the street, dragged a tricycle that was still speeding, and scared countless Indian passers-by who were dressed in costumes waiting for the celebration. She vaguely remembered that Fu Yiming roared, "You don't want to die", and by the way scolded her for thinking of Cheng Muyun as being too fragile. Not to mention more than a dozen people with guns and live ammunition, even Cheng Muyun could survive.
Then they followed the messages left by Fu Yiming's group and chased them here.
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Wen Han didn't cry all the way, but when he held him like this, he cried.
Crying suppressed.
"Cheng Muyun, can't you tell me directly next time if you have something to do?" Wen Han choked, trembling with sadness, "I haven't told you yet, I love you..."
Cheng Muyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I really should thank God for what kind of woman he found for him.
Shouldn't it be more touching to say something like this after the rest of his life? how funny. Wen Han lowered his head and bit his shoulder fiercely: "You haven't heard me say I love you, don't you regret it when you die?"
This man made her fall in love with him, but every time she said she would go away, if she said she was caught, she would be caught...
Wen Han's fingers were still trembling, hugging his back tightly.
"Cheng Muyun, I love you, don't let me go back to Moscow alone," she begged him softly, "I beg you, don't let me go back alone."
She couldn't imagine that back in gray Moscow, every winter, she couldn't bear the cold without his time. It is impossible to imagine the state of mind when imagining what suffering and danger he was going through.
"Honey," he replied softly, stroking her back with his hand, "you made it hard for me. In that laundry room in Nepal, remember? I told you that before you went back to Moscow we Together, then separate."
Wen Han clenched his hand tightly into a fist and slapped him on the back: "I don't agree."
He felt that it was inappropriate to let Fu Yiming watch the fun, so he directly hugged her, turned right, and jumped into the sunflower field.
He squatted down among the sunflowers taller than a person, put her down, and looked into her eyes: "On the day we first met on the snowy plateau, an old lama said something to me," Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it all my life', he was telling me that everything in this world is an illusory illusion. At that time, I didn't tell him that the Diamond Sutra also said, 'Everything has a purpose, like a dream bubble', You see, everyone is saying that everything in this world is an illusion, don’t be too attached. Wen Han, you treat me as a fake person, an illusory thing, forget it if it should be forgotten, and abandon it if it should be abandoned.”
In the entire space, there is only the sound of the wind blowing the sunflowers.
Wen Han shook his head lightly, trying to refute him.
"Baby, I love you too," Cheng Muyun brought his face close to her, and said in the softest and most nostalgic voice, "If you let me live again, I will definitely be a good person. A diligent rail worker or Some other profession, earning a meager salary, getting drunk every weekend night at a bar near the train station, always anxious and single, and then, at thirty-five, in the corner of the bar when you meet someone dressed in Conservative little girl of 1/4 Chinese descent. I will take her home, have sex with her, marry her, have a bunch of kids. Tell her with the facts that exciting love is not for her, the woman I love You should have the right to walk on any street in Moscow with peace of mind, and finish your life peacefully and ordinary."