The whole house was filled with choking smoke. After all, he was not a frequent smoker. He coughed repeatedly and threw the cigarette into the trash can, but he was a little lost when he was alone.
An inexplicable thought flashed in his mind—they embraced intimately in a room less than a few dozen meters away from him.
This thought, as always, deeply hurt his heart. He has never been a person who will have too many ideas, will be cranky. But at this moment, after such a day, some emotions and thoughts that have been suppressed for a long time seem to be growing and shouting uncontrollably.
He was so tired, Xu Sibai didn't even know when he fell asleep. However, this night's dream was clearer and more intense than every previous dream. He dreamed that Bai Jin Xi was leaning against his arms, looking up at him, only smiling at him.
I dreamed that she took his hand and walked into a sunny, warm and white room. She led him to the bed, she wrapped around his body like a vine, kissing every inch of his outline. She was trembling and whimpering like a cub under him. She looked at him with so much admiration and joy. The muffled and broken voice between her lips and teeth contained only the repeated three words: I love you, I love you, I Love you…
You are so perfect, how could I not love you
Xu Sibai woke up with a shudder.
When he woke up, he found that midnight was deep, and his body was moist, soft, and comfortable. This is too comfortable for him who has never had any experience with men and women. And after the comfort, there is a huge void and self-deprecation.
It turned out that only in a dream can hug her.
But he didn't want to wake up.
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Two days later.
A's true identity and appearance were finally determined.
"Xia Junai, male, 24 years old, from Beijing. It can be confirmed that he is the serial bomb murderer codenamed 'a' in the seven-member group." Xiao Zhuan has not yet been discharged from the hospital, and Nagao is in charge of the data collection and introduction. Standing in front of the projection screen, he introduced the man in the photo to the Black Shield Team and the entire Interpol team.
"On the morning of the 14th, Xia Junai, namely a, appeared in the Sichuan Building, which was less than 50 meters away from the Jianfeng Building where the explosion occurred. It was not yet working hours, and he was not a staff member of the building. Surveillance video captured him exploding. Two minutes after the incident, he went downstairs from the 25th floor. However, at that time, he was wearing a mask and hat, so he could not see his face or confirm his identity."
Nag slides the mouse, a monitoring screenshot appears on the screen. The rest of the Black Shield team sat in the first row, while Su Mian sat next to Han Chen and looked up. On the screen, a tall man, wearing a peaked cap and a cleaner's blue clothes, was clearly seen walking past the corner of the corridor. Although he disguised well, Su Mian recognized him at a glance.
Inadvertently, she turned her eyes to one side, but out of the corner of her eyes caught a glimpse of Xu Sibai, sitting in the farthest corner of the row. Compared to the day of the explosion, his complexion looked much better. Light grey jacket, white shirt, dark brown trousers. Except for the gauze on his forehead and wrist, he still looks elegant and elegant. But these days, the relationship between the two seems to be no different from the past. No mention of that day at all, just nod and say hello when they meet, familiar and alienated.
Su Mian was silent for a moment, then looked up again and looked at the screen.
Nagga is continuing to introduce: "... But, at that time, the office area was full of police, and the blockade was also pulled up. So when this kid went downstairs, he had to take off his mask. He was very smart and almost avoided it. All the cameras downstairs. But! A hundred secrets are sparse. At that time, there were many passers-by standing at the entrance of the office building to watch and take pictures. We found a clear photo of one of the passers-by's mobile phone! From the time, route, Judging from his stature, pace characteristics, and eye contour, he must be a no doubt!"
All eyes are focused on the screen.
It was a very handsome man, and he did look very young, but there were already the edges and corners of an adult man in his outline. Short, shaggy black hair and slender eyes. His eyes were dark and he seemed to be smiling all the time. Tall nose, thin lips, fair skin.
Because he was wearing a black casual jacket, brown trousers, and sneakers, he looked like a student, but also like a young man who had just gone to work.
When Su Mian saw his clear frontal photo, complicated emotions surged in her heart. Uncomfortable, not very comfortable. Some pain, but more hate. Remembering that he was "sister" when he opened his mouth and closed his mouth before, there were many childlike grievances towards her in his words. But I don't know what kind of grievances and entanglements between him and her back then
"It has been investigated clearly that Xia Junai's hometown is Shaanxi, and his family is too poor. He came to Beijing with his parents when he was young and became a 'little north drifter'. His family was poor, and his father was a habitual thief. When he was eight years old He was beaten to death because of the unequal distribution of the spoils with the gangsters. His mother worked odd jobs for others, and the mother and son lived very hard. When he was 12 years old, his mother was seriously ill and had no money for medical treatment or medical insurance. He died of illness at home. I have been stealing things since I was a child, so the police in Beijing already have a criminal record. I didn’t study after graduating from junior high school, but I got full marks in physics and chemistry, and I even won first prizes in several model competitions.” Nagao continued to introduce his biographical information. , "Five years ago, when the 420 case happened, he was only 19 years old. At that time, he had been wandering for a few years by himself. No one knew where he was and what he was doing."
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into the night.
Suburban warehouse.
It was dark and dark, and there were no lights in the abandoned warehouse. Only L held a very retro European-style lacquered candlestick in his hand and placed it on the dusty wooden table. He took out another handkerchief from his arms, spread it on the tattered sofa, and sat down unhurriedly.
a is not as particular as he is, so he sat down on the sofa, and almost collapsed. I couldn't help but grieved: "L, you're enough! The contact point was originally your responsibility. The first few times were fine, five-star hotels, villas. Then there was the motel, and now it's actually a warehouse in the wilderness. .Is it fun?"
R, who was beside him, sat down quietly, lit a cigarette, but didn't speak. l snorted lightly and retorted: "Xia Junai! Who do you think did us like this? Your name and high-definition photo have been printed on the most wanted list. Don't meet here, go to the police station door? "
A was at a loss for words, but instead laughed, took a cigarette, and sneered: "How are you better than me? Are you all healed? Now the places where you often move are all the police, I'll see the next person on the wanted list. It's you."
"Enough." R, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up.
As soon as he opened his mouth, A and L both fell silent.
r was sitting in the darkest corner, one face could not be seen clearly, only the cigarette between his fingers was slowly burning. His voice is also low and mellow, but very cold, as if with an inherent indifference.
"The plan didn't go very well. You two have almost all been exposed, and maybe you will be caught by Black Shield one day. We are running out of time, and there will be no more opportunities to commit crimes." After a pause, he Said, "It's time to make a break."
A and L both nodded.
"That's it." R made a decision.
"R, they killed the three of us." L suddenly said, "Since it's over, we should kill the three of them too."
R didn't speak, but A interrupted: "Three people? Does it include Han Chen?"
l The tone is stubborn and cold: "Of course. What's the point of not killing him?"
a laughed out loud: "Come on, you dare to kill Han Chen?"
r was silent all the time, but the two of them bickered between themselves.
"Why don't you dare?" L said.
a sneered: "You really can kill him, let's talk about it."