This forest is quiet and cold. Xin Jia leaned her back against the big tree and sat among a pile of dead branches and leaves. Tears blurred her eyes, but Han Chen's figure stood out amidst all this, so it firmly attracted her attention.
"Han Chen... Han Chen..." She called out this name almost a thousand times, and every time she called it, she could feel the tenderness in her heart rolling, sweet and painful. But Han Chen stood a few meters away from her, his brows and eyes were still extremely indifferent, and his expression did not loosen at all. This made her recognize the truth once again: how hard-hearted he was!
Gradually, her heart fell silent.
It seemed to be silent in a icy cold water that would never waver again.
She looked at him with an expression like crying and laughing:
"How do you know? That's my real purpose?"
Han Chen stared at the change in her expression. He seemed calm, approaching her calmly, step by step.
"As soon as I saw you today, I realized something was wrong." He said, "You usually only wear skirts, whether you meet me, or the photos from the past, or the photos you made up just now, only skirts. But today, you wear skirts. pants."
His eyes swept across her trousers: "If today is really an important anniversary for you, why don't you wear your favorite skirt? Common sense infers that there is only one explanation: trousers are more convenient for movement."
Xin Jia was startled, and her eyes fell on her trousers. After a while, she showed a self-deprecating smile: "Even this... can't escape your eyes..."
Han Chen had walked over to her and looked down at her: "In the white house just now, the windows were all open for ventilation. You also take care of this wooden house, but the windows are tightly closed. And the windows are all newly installed. Why? Wouldn't it let me escape? What's more, the new decoration should be ventilated. Besides..." He raised his eyes and glanced at the ranger parked by the road not far away: "There are still cars there. So, the answer is already obvious. already."
Xin Jia's thoughts were all in his mind, biting her lower lip, her hands and fingers almost digging into the mud.
Han Chen, however, went a step further, crouching down in front of her, with no warmth in his eyes, looking directly at her: "You are using Jin Xi's affairs to tempt me to keep me in check, you are very clever. If you want me to care, you are messed up? No, love She, will only make me calmer. Because I won't let myself lose her again."
These words were spoken lightly, quickly and ruthlessly, but in Xin Jia's ears, they were like a heavy hammer, piercing her heart again. His deep infatuation with that woman, for her, is it not a pain of annihilation! She let out a shrill and suppressed scream almost uncontrollably, grabbed her handbag, took out a pistol from it, and aimed it at Han Chen!
However, Han Chen's skills were several times faster than hers. He grabbed her wrist with precision, and his other hand slid over like a snake, reaching out to grab the gun.
However!
Xin Jia flicked her wrist, and she avoided the gun-snatching technique that ordinary detectives could not avoid!
Han Chen's eyes suddenly narrowed. The next second, he raised his hand and patted the back of her hand. This second time, Xin Jia couldn't dodge, she groaned in pain, the gun was already out of her hand and fell into Han Chen's palm.
Han Chen's eyes were quick and he twisted his backhand, clasped both of her arms, took out the handcuffs, and put them on with a "click".
"Follow me back to the police station!"
Xin Jia was in despair, struggling desperately under his shackles: "I won't go... I won't go!" She turned her head to look at him with tears in her eyes: "Han Chen... don't investigate, don't investigate! I beg you not to do any more. Check it out, they won't let you go!"
Han Chen's face was cold and completely unmoved. Clutching her wrist, just as she was about to walk out of the woods, she suddenly felt a strange presence.
His footsteps paused slightly, and he did not look back.
The air behind the ears was still calm, and there was no sound in the woods. But because this moment was too quiet, he clearly felt the unknown danger.
He held his breath.
Then, in the forest behind him, there was a very subtle rustling of leaves.
In a flash of light and flint, he grabbed Xin Jia, and fell behind the big tree beside him. When he landed, he turned around and raised his gun to fight back!
However, at this moment, Xin Jia suddenly rushed towards him, blocking him, preventing him from shooting, and blocking the bullets fired by the opponent!
"boom-"
With the crisp sound of breaking through the air, Xin Jia's body shook violently, and there was a blood hole in her back.
Han Chen's eyes froze. One dragged her back and hid deeper behind the densely branched tree. At the same time, he looked up vigilantly at the movement in the opposite forest, and "Bang Bang" fired back two shots.
There was silence in the forest, and it was unknown whether the man was ready to go, or had already run away.
Xin Jia began to gasp for breath, covering her chest with her hands, which were covered in blood. Her tears fell again, choked and weakly calling his name: "Han Chen... Han Chen... "
Han Chen glanced down at her, quickly took off his coat, kneaded it into a ball and pressed her wound, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk, take a deep breath."
Xin Jia ignored him and grabbed his wrist: "Han Chen... Listen to me, every word I said today is true... I didn't act, I didn't lie... Today is true to me... On the last anniversary, everything...is what I want to do with you..."
Han Chen let her hold his arm without showing any expression on his face: "Where is your cell phone? Call an ambulance!" He opened her handbag, but couldn't find the phone.
"No... no need..." She spat out another mouthful of blood, "I probably... won't survive. Listen to me, there are seven of them..."
Han Chen's movements stopped, his eyes seemed to be soaked in ice, and he lifted her body from the ground: "What did you say?"
Xin Jia's eyes were a little slack, covered in blood, and she showed a bleak and blurred smile: "Seven... seven people group... I didn't lie to you, I am really one of them, only responsible for making drugs... Not killing people directly, I Don't dare... Also, I can use... family connections to give them... information... Now that T and I are dead, there are... five."
As she spoke, she moaned more painfully. Han Chen pressed her wound harder and more carefully: "Xin Jia, who are they?!"
Xin Jia shook her head angrily: "I can't say..." She showed a very sad look: "I can't... turn my back on them." She reached out and grabbed the clothes on Han Chen's chest, and said in a whisper-soft voice : "Han Chen, be careful of the people around you. I love you, from a very young age. No one loves you more than me."
Her hand finally slid slowly to the ground, and her eyes slowly closed.
Han Chen was silent for a moment like a sculpture, and gently placed her body on the ground. Then he raised his head and looked into the opposite forest. There was already silence, and it was obvious that the man had run away.