"They also have a real purpose, hidden deep and never revealed."
"They used a series of bombings to create fear in the city and in her. Next, they must bring greater fear than ever before."
"No matter what happens, no matter who of the three of us dies, it can't affect the plan."
…
This day, noon.
Su Mian followed Han Chen and Xu Sibai as they searched for the perilous underground. Finally met, s letterhead.
Zhou Xiaozhuan followed a group of special police, desperately excavating the collapsed villa and bricks. Even if his beliefs are as firm as he is, he can't hold back the surging grief in his heart. In a trance, he had a premonition that some things buried deep in the ground, some people, might never be dug up.
The nagging and the cold face, separated from them, seem to be pulled by the same invisible hand: the reporter who appeared early in the morning, the damaged highway pipeline, the subway platform waiting for them... Everything is just the simplest deception and trap , they resolutely jumped on a train that might never look back.
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"Act 4: The Fall of Our Dreams."
It was still a brightly lit stage, with several people sitting around the table.
In the LCD screen, they are really like actors who can sing and sing well, scene after scene. On the square, everyone, with countless pairs of eyes, was nervous, watching, and curious. That's human nature, and everyone wants to get the truth.
Zhang Fucai - the middle-aged and obese developer on the stage - looked at He Yayao in embarrassment: "Young Director, something went wrong. The foundation has just been dug halfway, and it is found that the subsoil is too loose and the amount of groundwater is too large, so it may be necessary to increase construction investment. …”
Before he finished speaking, the young architect Ji Zichang interrupted him in shock and resolute: "Mr. Zhang, what are you talking about? Where is the issue of additional investment now?" He was a little excited. Looking at He Yayao: "Young Director, the problem is not that simple. Our building cannot be repaired, otherwise there will be a great safety hazard in the future..."
He Yayao, the son of the chairman of the group, frowned when he heard Zhang Fucai's words at first. Hearing Ji Zichang's words again, his face became even more hesitant: "What did you say? How could this building not be repaired? It's not easy for me to win this project, so that the old man can put the money in. Now you want me to give up? Impossible I didn't do a geological survey report at the beginning, can it be repaired? Why is there a problem now!"
Zhang Fucai coughed lightly and said, "Young Director, the survey company did confirm that the soil quality is fine. But it's only a two-story foundation. Haven't we already dealt with them... Let them build a three-story underground shopping mall. Who knows. Dig down and there's a problem."
The "show" continues. In the square, there was a buzz of discussion, and some people even shouted loudly at these crazy guys.
"Anyway, this 'super project' cannot be stopped." He Yayao came to a conclusion and looked at Ji Zichang again: "What would happen if, as Zhang Fucai said, increased construction investment and stabilized the foundation?"
Ji Zichang is still insisting: "Young Director, there is still a great risk. If the environment is in good condition, it will be fine. But if there is a serious flood in the Yangtze River, or an earthquake, or in case the groundwater quality and soil environment have a big change … the main building and other buildings, there is a risk of collapse, then the consequences are unpredictable…”
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, He Yayao smiled, and Zhang Fucai next to him also smiled.
He Yayao: "What did I think you were worried about? The Yangtze River hasn't had a serious flood for many years? There has been no earthquake. Okay, it's settled as it is, and do it according to Zhang Fucai's ideas. Remember, this super The project has blocked my entire net worth. No matter what, I need to repair the building first and continue to reinforce it later. Only then will the old man feel at ease and hand over the group to me. If I am finished, you are all finished."
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In the dimly lit room, Su Mian looked at the unfamiliar but familiar things around her, everything that was tainted with S's breath. Her face turned pale, but her eyes showed a more stubborn black, and she couldn't say a word.
And Han Chen put one hand in his pocket, and the other hand held the note, some kind of cold, but burning like fire, wrapped around his chest like this.
Su Mian, my love.
That man, calling her that
Call him Han Chen's fiancee
That man also successfully took her away from him, gave her a new name and identity, and kept her privately for five years.
Xu Sibai stood behind the two of them, his face as cold as frost and snow. His eyes also stopped on the paper in Han Chen's hand, and he remained silent.
"Hush-" With a crisp tearing sound, Su Mian and Xu Sibai raised their heads at the same time, and saw that Han Chen's face had no expression at all, he had torn the letter to shreds, raised his hand and threw it into the corner, and turned around. went out.
Su Mian's heart hurt so badly, and she immediately chased out. Xu Sibai looked at her back, his dark and clear eyes were no longer disturbed. After standing still for a few seconds, he went out to find her.
As soon as Su Mian went out, she saw Han Chen standing in the corridor, with one hand on the wall, his head lowered slightly. In the dim light, the tall silhouette looks like a stern painting. The lines of his profile are clear, and his eyebrows are clearly handsome, but they reveal an indescribable arrogance and coldness.
The injured detective Ding Jun stood by and gave Su Mian a wink. The first victim who was just rescued, Zhang Fucai, who was a bit annoying, was probably a little afraid of Han Chen, so he didn't make a sound. It was just a look of anxiety and irritability, probably not knowing what was going on.
Su Mian walked to Han Chen's side, pulled his hand off the wall, and held it.
Han Chen didn't say anything, clenched her hand tightly, looked up at the front: "Let's go, hurry up and keep looking."
Su Mian didn't say a word and walked beside him. The two walked at the forefront, followed by the other three. While Su Mian looked at his icy profile, the handwriting on the note appeared in his mind again. She knows that her fear of s is deep in her bones. This made her a little flustered and a little depressed. But more, it is a strong resistance.
I love my love, I love a bird. She just wanted to swear badly.
Just as he was feeling uneasy, Han Chen suddenly grabbed his hand. He lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand, his eyes still looking straight ahead without speaking. But in the two-person room, there is no need to say a lot. Su Mian held his hand even tighter, as if his heart was also held by him.
Don't hesitate, don't be afraid. Just follow him. He is no longer the young criminal police officer who was just out of the blue. He has honed her a thousand times in this world. He will find out the ghostly s, and he will bring all seven to justice.
The intimacy of the two is silent.
Xu Sibai walked behind them, but he had a panoramic view of all this, the slightest affection in the corners of their brows and eyes.
The surrounding environment is tense and dim, and life and death are still hanging by a thread. But all of this seems to have nothing to do with Xu Sibai. His mood was a little calm, but there was still a familiar dull pain in the calm. He was walking in this underground passage where he might never see the sun again, but in his mind, he remembered a certain day long, long ago in a trance.
It was a very empty and silent afternoon. In Jiangcheng's autopsy office, he was the only one, wearing a white coat, standing in front of the corpse, frowning to observe.
This is how she appeared in his sight for the first time.
"Are you the famous forensic doctor Xu Sibai?"
He looked up and saw a young woman, wearing a small military-style coat and trousers, with black leather boots under her feet. He also wore a hat on his head, and his long hair fell like satin. The black eyes flashed, and he looked at him with a half-smile.
At that moment, an old saying suddenly sounded in his ear:
Pick up lotus seeds for you, and the demons can also be born.
Since then, no matter how beautiful a woman he's seen, no matter how clear his demeanor is, he can't compare to her, like a ray of sunshine shining into his original boring and peaceful life. And now he looks back and finally understands that the blank waiting in his life may just be for her appearance.
…
Su Mian is also my love. From the first sight of her.
I was never less than Han Chen, just later than him.