Looking at An Luo's calm and indifferent profile from beginning to end, An Yang couldn't help but admire, "Your marksmanship is really good."
Seeing the blood on his thumb, An Luo immediately grabbed his wrist and said, "Let me see the wound."
Rolling up his sleeves, seeing the dazzling blood on his arm and the ferocious wounds left by bullets entering his muscles, An Luo couldn't help frowning and whispered, "Isn't it serious? It's been so much. Blood."
An Yang smiled slightly, "It's just a small injury, a little blood won't kill anyone."
"Don't move." An Luo interrupted him with a cold face, but his voice became much gentler, "I'll wrap you up first."
After speaking, he lowered his head, ripped open his shirt sleeve with his teeth, and carefully bandaged An Yang's injured arm.
An Luo didn't notice that An Ze, who was sitting in the front row, didn't say a word from beginning to end. He only occasionally glanced at the picture of An Luo in the back seat bowing his head to bandage An Yang in the rearview mirror of the car, and his heart gradually rose. There was a sense of doubt and a strange sense of discomfort.
- When did brother and An Yang get to know each other so well
—Why is he so nervous about a strange policeman
***
Following An Yang's instructions, the car drove to a residential area in the center of the city.
An Luo inexplicably felt that the environment outside the window was a little familiar, especially the square that he passed by just now, as if he had seen it somewhere. But at this time it was late at night, and the scenery outside could not be seen clearly, and An Luo didn't want to think too much. After An Ze parked the car, he and An Yang got out of the car and walked towards the elevator together.
The elevator stopped on the top floor of the 40th floor. An Yang walked to room 12, took out the door card and swiped it, and then entered the password to open the double security door. Only then did the two people enter the room and turn on the headlights in the living room.
This is a room of about 120 square meters, with three rooms and two halls. The layout is reasonable and it looks very spacious.
The furniture and decoration in the house are in European style. A double-layer crystal chandelier is installed on the top of the living room. When the switch is turned on, the lighted light looks like a lit candle, which is very beautiful. In addition, the sofa, wine cabinet and table are uniform in ivory color, the corners of the table are also carved with exquisite carvings, and the floor is also covered with a soft white carpet.
The owner of this home obviously enjoys life, and the whole room is furnished extremely comfortably.
As soon as An Ze entered the door, he said coldly, "You guys talk, I'll go to the bathroom."
Looking at his back, he seemed to be in a hurry. An Luo thought that he probably drank too much water. He had been in a hurry in the car for so long. He glanced at the direction of the bathroom and didn't care. An Luo turned around and rushed to An Luo. Yang said: "Is this your secret base?"
An Yang smiled slightly and said, "This is my home."
An Luo was a little surprised, "The house in the western suburbs is..."
An Yang said: "It's just left by my parents, and I go to live occasionally. This is my real home. I usually come back here after get off work. Colleagues, friends, and many people know my place. This place has my back to Xilin City Police Station. , the opposite is the Central People's Hospital where you lived before."
No wonder the surrounding environment was a little familiar when the car came in just now. It turned out that this place is the location of the city center.
An Yang glanced out the window and said, "They shouldn't have thought that I would take you directly to this most dangerous place."
An Luo nodded and said: "I didn't expect you to be so bold. Maybe they are still searching for your unknown hiding places. I didn't expect you to take me directly back to the city center."
Anyang said: "I also have a house in a resort by the sea. I think they are probably chasing there at the moment."
An Luo was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "Why do you have so many houses?"
An Yang said in a flat tone: "My parents are in business. They are very rich. Those two houses were left by them when they went abroad."
An Luo wondered again: "Your parents are businessmen, why did you become a policeman?"
An Yang seemed to rub his brows in distress, "If you say it's a dream, you will definitely be laughed at... However, it's strange that I have been very fond of the police profession since I was a child, and I feel very friendly when I see people wearing police uniforms. , and later became a policeman by ghosts, I also find it incredible." Wei Wei paused, "Of course, I like my current job very much."
An Luo fell silent.
In fact, it may not be accidental that he became a policeman.
The moment he entered this room just now, An Luo was in a trance and had the illusion that he had arrived at his brother's residence.
Nordic-style furniture, chandeliers in the living room, murals on the walls, soft carpets, white sofas... The layout and preferences of the room are so similar to Anyang's, even the color of the curtains and the lounge chairs on the balcony are exactly the same.
An Luo still remembers that my brother used to like to lie on the balcony and bask in the sun. Su Zihang would sit next to him and eat apples while reading quietly. Sometimes when he fell asleep, Su Zihang would lean on him and gently Snoring, the unfinished fruit occasionally rolled to his hand, and he didn't mind, so he picked it up and continued to eat the other half.
Many afternoons, when An Luo brought a pile of materials to his brother for advice, he would always see such a warm and peaceful picture.
And every time, An Yang would put his index finger to his lips and make a silent motion.
He was afraid that the sound of An Luo's footsteps would wake Su Zihang who was sleeping, he always leaned over carefully and carried Su Zihang to the next bedroom to cover the quilt, and then turned back and calmly, even coldly, analyzed the An family's situation with An Luo. Problems, sometimes a word can decide a person's life and death.
The tenderness in his eyes seemed to be just an illusion.
In his previous life, he could be the ruthless prince of an underworld family, and in this life, he could also be a just policeman. An Yang has never been a very complicated person. The two colors black and white are mixed together on his body, and they are contradictory but compatible.
Looking at the familiar decoration style in front of him, An Luo's chest suddenly felt a burst of acupuncture-like pain.
he is Ann...
The young police officer in front of him is really An Yang...
An Luo suddenly felt ironic.
People who have died once thought that they could be completely freed from the despairing and tangled feelings of the previous life, but they did not expect that they would meet An Yang again after being reborn. What's more tragic is that, no matter the past life or this life, he will always be a passer-by in his life, and he doesn't even leave any traces in his memory.
Only at this moment did he know that no matter whether An Yang lives or dies, no matter what he becomes, the only one in his heart will never be An Luo. He will become an excellent policeman because of Su Zihang, but he will completely forget the name An Luo.
An Luo is just a younger brother.
Just a brother who can be forgotten.
"What's wrong?" Looking at An Luo's pale face, An Yang couldn't help but ask worriedly, "An Luo?"
An Luo came back to his senses and looked up at him. The young man in front of him was wearing the same white shirt as he remembered. His familiar eyes were full of concern... But at this moment, An Luo felt extremely unfamiliar.
"It's okay, I have a headache..." An Luo pressed down on his throbbing temple and said coldly, "I want to rest first."
An Yang nodded, "Okay, I'll help you to the bedroom."
***
An Luo lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
If it weren't for An Yang's appearance, An Luo might slowly forget everything in the past, but now, An Yang is always in front of him. When he sees him, An Luo will think of many things in the past, and those memories are still fresh As before, it was impossible to erase at all.
Maybe I should leave here as soon as possible, even if I live alone in a strange country, it is better than seeing the same face as An Yang and suffering every day.
It's just that the case has no clues yet...
By the way, An Luo sat up, and a picture suddenly flashed across his mind.
He took his phone out of the bed and slid his fingers on the phone's keyboard, imitating the movements in the dream.
In the dream, when he turned on the phone, the password seemed to be a strange shape...
Is it a triangle... or...
The dream last night became blurred at a critical moment. He couldn't remember what the figure was. He rubbed his temples with some headache. An Luo clung to his head, which seemed to be bursting, with his hands. His fingers were deep. Insert into the hair room.
At this moment, the light in the bedroom suddenly turned on, and An Ze walked in.
Seeing An Luo sitting on the bed and holding his head hard, An Ze hurried to his bed and sat down, gently hugging him into his arms, "Brother, don't force yourself to think about things you don't remember, your spirit will be better. Broken."
An Luo quickly regained his composure, pushed him away and said, "It's okay, I can hold it."
An Ze watched him fall silent.
An Luo looked up to meet An Ze's eyes, and always felt that something was wrong with him. An Luo looked at him and said, "What's wrong?"
Anze didn't answer.
An Luo frowned and said, "Speak straight if you have something to say."
An Ze was silent for a long time before he whispered, "Brother, I really want to know... When did you learn to use a gun?"
An Luo's back suddenly stiffened.
It was only now that he remembered that on the way to escape, he accurately shot through the bulletproof glass, and shot two tires one after another at such a high speed. If he had not undergone professional training, this way Accurate marksmanship, no one can do it at all.
An Luo's face gradually turned pale.
An Ze's eyes also cooled down slightly, "I remember that from childhood to adulthood, you were always protected by bodyguards, and your father never let you touch a gun."
"… "
"Why is your marksmanship so accurate? You even shot so calmly when you were being tracked, and shot both tires of the car in a row?" After a slight pause, Anze's tone became cold, "I I have received professional shooting training in the army, but in the situation just now, I couldn't be as accurate as you, how did you do it, who has never held a gun?"
"… "
"Is it difficult to answer?" An Ze looked at An Luo blankly.
Such a cold and sharp gaze made An Luo suddenly feel a chill in his heart.
Since his rebirth, Anze's eyes have mostly been warm, and occasionally gentle, with concern and distress for his brother. But at this moment, such sharp eyes... may be the true nature of Major Anze.
In fact, all that tenderness is an illusion and should not belong to him.
An Luo ignored the fluctuations in his heart, looked into his eyes, and said calmly, "It's not difficult to answer, but it's hard for you to accept my answer."
"Tell me the truth." An Ze's expression was stubborn.
"Okay, I was going to tell you." An Luo paused slightly and said calmly, "The reason why my marksmanship is so accurate is because I have had more than ten years of experience with guns, like this one today. This kind of escape scene, I have encountered at least six times, in one of them, my leg was hit by the other party's bullet, and the blood was not stop. , may have already died under my gun."
An Ze didn't speak, and there was a suffocating silence in the room.
An Luo looked up at An Ze, the expression on his face looked very calm, he said slowly, "An Ze, I am not your brother."