Cheng Jiayi's mind flashed one after another, events and conjectures.
They are all temptations, they are all temptations, and they all seem to be direct and effective.
Do you dare to calmly eat what Cheng Muyun handed you out, knowing that Cheng Muyun will kill you at any time
Will you, when he suspects that you don't trust you, can still rush to save him regardless of your life, and exchange your life for your life
As long as you are an insider, you will hesitate. The more careful you are, the more suspicious he becomes.
Because you can't guess what Cheng Muyun will do, you will be afraid of being killed at any time, you will walk on thin ice, and you will be careful everywhere.
You don't know that every move he makes is "tempting"? Or do you want to take the opportunity to "kill you"
A perverted test.
But in the Moscow Action Group, everyone is a pervert.
There are people of the same type as Cheng Muyun and Zhou Ke everywhere here, all perverts with the belief that "my brothers will die behind me".
There is only absolute trust, life-for-life trust.
This kind of crazy, ruthless, unreasonable, and life-threatening temptation is the most suitable for this "hell group"... Only a lunatic would come up with this method, and only a lunatic who truly follows him can pass this perverted trap.
The shackles on the body disappeared.
Cheng Jia also turned around slowly and helplessly, clinging to the wall, desperately trying to find some support. Her body was hot and sweaty.
Ice and fire exploded in her body, consuming her consciousness, nerves, and courage.
A black gun was pulled from his lower back and dropped on the ground.
"You should thank Zhou Ke," Cheng Muyun kicked the gun to her with the toe of his boot, "it was him who made you qualified to use the gun at your head." Otherwise, the punishment would never be that simple.
Cheng Jia also leaned against the wall, and the cold wind in the corridor kept pouring in from her cuffs and neckline. She tried helplessly to see Cheng Muyun's face in the dark, even if it was a little bit of vitality...
She doesn't want to die, she doesn't want to...
In the darkness around her, the sound of the safety bolts opening one after another stimulated her nerves.
This is telling her that with this gun, you don't have to think about running away, and letting you do it yourself is the greatest kindness in the world.
Slowly, her fingers stretched out, little by little, towards the gun. After touching it, he grabbed it abruptly and plucked up the courage to clench the handle of the gun: "You can let me be in a quiet place..."
A barely audible voice prayed to him.
"Unfortunately, I can't," Cheng Muyun said without any emotional ups and downs, and told her word by word, "You know, my dear, I am the best at disguising death. For people like us, Said that there should be no mercy towards the enemy, and it is safest to watch him die and make sure the body is cold. This is common sense.”
This is common sense...
In such a short time, her back was soaked with sweat.
The fear of death is so real, she can't believe it, it's real, she just needs to complete the last task, find clues, find the Buddha statue relic...
"Cheng Muyun, don't you want to know why I betrayed you?"
Cheng Muyun remained silent.
He didn't want to know. Any betrayal in this world will have difficulties, especially betrayal of siblings, but he doesn't want to hear it. After tonight, someone will be responsible for checking and verifying all the details of the woman in front of her before her death, every hour, every minute, every day. It will be another big purge, destined to involve many people.
The final report will tell everyone what happened.
And what Cheng Muyun wanted to do was to find out the people with problems and clean them up.
"You tell my mother," Cheng Jiayi cried and begged him, "you must tell her, I..."
"I will tell her that you betrayed me and the whole family."
She was shocked, and leaned against the wall almost collapsed, crying: "Cheng Muyun, you are my brother! You can't treat me like this..."
"Really? Why can't I do this to you?"
Those eyes were downcast, cold, scrutinizing, judging.
She even had the illusion that Cheng Muyun was back, and he was completely back ten years ago.
Those are not human eyes. Behind the dark pupils, there seems to be another pair of icy pupils. What is forgiveness? What is forgiveness
He doesn't understand, doesn't know.
…
After a long and dreary wait, there was finally a gunshot.
The man standing in the dark stepped forward, and his cold fingers brushed Cheng Jiayi's neck and several places. After confirming that the corpse had no signs of life without any emotion, he slowly crouched down and stroked it with his palm. On top of her head, she felt the soft strands of hair on the palms and fingers of her dying cold sweat soaked in fear.
Cheng Muyun half-squatted in front of Cheng Jiayi's corpse, showing a strange posture, as if there were corpses on the ground in front of him. The faces are as clear as ever.
Ten years later, in the depths of his soul, there have always been undead souls who could not be saved by 100,000 vows.
Cheng Muyun raised his head again, with the familiar jumping light in his eyes. A lazy, low tone filled this quiet space, mixed with the sound of rain: "Who has a cigarette?"
Someone threw a deflated cigarette case.
He squatted halfway, opened the pack of cigarettes, and there was only half left, and a very broken lighter, made in India. He cursed in a low voice, bit the cigarette between his teeth, and lit it.
The bright and extinguishing sparks appeared in front of his face and flickered violently twice, proving that he took two sharp breaths. Although the lighter is from India, half of the smoked cigarettes are from Moscow, the taste of hometown. The smoke penetrated deep into his heart, and after a long time, it was slowly sprayed out. In the light gray smoke, he pinched the end of the cigarette with two fingers, took the cigarette from his mouth and put it on the floor: "Clean up this place, I put everything back in place.”
The half of the smoke, still flickering with a faint red light, was placed in front of Cheng Jiayi. He got up and stopped looking at the little sister he had held since he was a child.
Maybe Zhou Ke can forgive you.
Maybe the Buddha can forgive you too.
And I can't.
Buddha's to Buddha, hell to hell.
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Wen Han pulled Meng Liangchuan's sleeve without a word and left the small relief station. After she came out, she threw her loneliness into the soil, and watched the little thing mixed with the muddy water and washed into the garbage heap by the dirty water.
The empty amulet bag was clutched tightly in his hand.
"Do you know... where did Cheng Jiayi go?" she asked in a low voice.
"I don't know. I'm not their superior. Even if I am a superior, I don't have the right to inquire about their whereabouts. This is the rule. But I know that after Chen Yuan interrogated you, he left India last night and returned to the Swiss headquarters. . Now, should be on the plane."
Wen Han nodded.
"You don't really think that Cheng Muyun is still alive, do you?" Meng Liangchuan couldn't see her going so crazy, so he was cruel, held her, and told her the truth in the falling rainstorm, "The autopsy report came out before we drove out. , he is really dead, Miss Wen Han."
"... What did you say?" Wen Han stared at him,
"The autopsy report shows that both Cheng Muyun and Fu Yiming are dead." Meng Liangchuan tried his best to be concise.
"..." Wen Han shook his head helplessly, "Why didn't you tell me at first?"
Meng Liangchuan couldn't bear it anymore and avoided Wen Han's eyes: "Look, he has left you a 'live alone', Miss Wen Han, don't have any more romantic guesses, you have to believe that no one can hide from us autopsy."
Because of Meng Liangchuan's words.
This whole night, Wen Han had nightmares in the small hotel.
In the early morning, she sat up suddenly, and she was already in a cold sweat. I'm afraid that that thing is just my own guess, in case he really stayed, let myself misunderstand that he is not dead... Wen Han tossed and turned. This is not a very good small hotel, it is humid everywhere, and although the incense burns in the room, it can't hide the smell of a cheap hotel, making her dizzy.
For a while it seemed like I was back in Moscow, and for a while I felt like I was in that small hotel in Nepal, or the dilapidated building of the manor. In the second half of the night when I was half asleep, it was all ascetic monks, bonfires, and Cheng Muyun...
When it was dawn, Wen Han got up and ran to the next door to wake Meng Liangchuan and let him and himself go to the manor. "Miss Wen Han," Meng Liangchuan was a little stunned, "what are you doing in that place?"
Wen Han's tone was desolate: "I just want to... leave some of his things."
This reason makes me sad to hear.
Meng Liangchuan did not refuse, and accompanied Wen Han to the manor. The one who received Wen Han was the eldest son of the manor owner who escaped death that day, and the owner of the three-story building by the Ganges River. He expressed deep regret for Cheng Muyun's death and kept repenting. It was because he was called out temporarily, which caused Cheng Muyun to stay under the bamboo platform and wait, and killed Cheng Muyun's life.
Wen Han didn't speak any words during the whole process, just a pale face, begging to look at each other.
When Wen Han proposed to go to the small building, the priest expressed his understanding and took Wen Han through the entire manor to the outside of the small building.
Under the sun, the blue peacocks all came out of the huts, basking in the sun after the rain, dragging their big tails lazily, looking at Wen Han from a distance. They did not dislike the wet grass soiling their tails at all, and perhaps they themselves knew very well that under the extremely gorgeous feathers, those dirt and water droplets would be hidden.
Meng Liangchuan and the Indian man stood downstairs.
Wen Han walked into the empty hallway on the first floor alone.
Without those ascetic monks, it seemed extraordinarily empty. She looked at each room, walked to the end of the corridor, and walked up the steps.
Apart from the simple decoration, there is nothing superfluous on the empty second floor.
There is only one bed in the far corner, piled with quilts and the like.
There is a long table and a few wooden chairs in the center, a bookshelf and a few cabinets in the corners.
She took a plastic bag and stuffed everything Cheng Muyun used and touched into it. No one has been here, no one has been here, everything is in its place.
Wen Han lowered his head, and after putting in the last pair of trousers, he finally couldn't help it, knelt down softly, and cried on the bed.
Why does everyone say you are dead...
Cheng Muyun, you are not dead, right
tell me you are not dead...