Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 53

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"Do you want to do it, Sister Yin?"

The sun shines through the lush treetops in front of the village and falls on the indistinct candid photos taken by the mobile phone. I see people coming and going in front of the glass door of the bookstore. A young man in ordinary clothes is facing the camera, taking off his sunglasses, revealing a small half side cheeks.

Sister Yin showed a slightly distorted smile on her blushing and full lips, then put away her phone, without replying to the voice message, she raised her head and walked into Muzhai.

—China-Myanmar border, Yangshan, Taluo Village.

The sun shines on the lush mountains, the main room on the second floor of the wooden building is spacious and cool, and a beautiful girl covered in jingling silver ornaments is dressed in robes, filling a long silver pot with tea, and a cup dedicated to the blond white man on the main seat. A cup is dedicated to the man in the guest room who wears silver-rimmed glasses and looks very handsome and elegant. When he meets the smiling gaze of the other party, his cheeks get a little feverish, and a pair of beautiful eyes boldly glances at him.

"Like?" Shark asked casually.

Qin Chuan took a sip of tea and was noncommittal.

"In order to show my generosity, she is yours." Shark put the teacup in his hand and smiled while cutting a cigar: "But you may have to wait until you successfully persuade Mr. Wan Changwen before you have the life to come back and take her away... What's your name, tell Boss Qin?"

The beautiful girl replied shyly and timidly in Burmese dialect: "My name is A Ting."

Qin Chuan took a sip of tea: "Pfft!"

shark:"… "

Girl: "..."

Everyone: "… "

Qin Chuan calmly wiped his body with water: "To be honest, in fact, I have been allergic to people whose names have stopped since I was a child, and I would get a rash when I approached it, and in severe cases, I would have difficulty breathing due to congestion in the upper respiratory tract, so let's forget it. Bar."

Everyone thought at the same time: Is this okay? !

The beautiful girl A Ting withdrew in disappointment.

Shark looked at Qin Chuan up and down interestingly: "Is it because of this strange allergy that you dare not stay in mainland China?"

Qin Chuan held up the teacup without changing his face: "Oh, what can I say, who made China have so many beautiful women named Tingting—speaking of this." He suddenly frowned, changed the subject and asked, "I've been thinking about it for the past two days. Mention, we have been lingering on the border for so long, your people are always preparing for smuggling, have you forgotten the commission you promised me?"

The sound of footsteps of high-heeled shoes from far to near suddenly came from downstairs.

The shark didn't answer, but gave a quirky smile.

"Your commission," he said meaningfully, "should have been delivered."

The two horses rushed upstairs first, separated from left and right, and then a tall and slender female figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs, with long hair tied up and slightly dark skin. scruffy cloth pockets—

Snapped!

Qin Chuan caught it in the air, and the tentacle already had a hunch in his heart in an instant.

Sure enough, the cloth bag contained a skull helmet, inlaid with oxidized Tibetan silver and turquoise inside and out, glowing an ancient sauce black in the sun.

"I thought I would do business on the Mariana Trench platform, just place an order and pay for delivery, but I didn't expect that this package would have to wait for half a month?" Qin Chuan looked at the helmet for a moment with both hands, and he didn't seem very satisfied. : "The logistics speed of your website is not good."

"Because the broker we cooperated with this time is a waste." The woman walked over with two strong long legs and leaned into the shark's open arms: "In order to earn more in the middle price, he did not directly buy from the seller. To get the goods, he killed several people in one fell swoop, which attracted the attention of the police, so the helmet was stuck in his hand and could not be delivered - if I hadn't brought the package and escorted it personally, Boss Qin, you really want this trip. White job."

"Sister Silver!"

"Sister Silver!"

The horses bowed their heads to say hello. Sister Yin raised her eyebrows at Qin Chuan in a coquettish manner, and the shark patted her on the butt.

Qin Chuan got up and said politely, "Miss Ah Yin."

Sister Yin looked up and down at Qin Chuan with interest, while the shark was even more curious about the mask made of a real human skull. She narrowed her eyes to observe for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, Boss Qin. A lot of money, what is it used for?"

Qin Chuan smiled without saying a word, and gently brushed off the sand and dust adhering to the Tibetan silver. After a while, he uttered two words incomprehensible: "Sacrificial sacrifice."

The shark made a gesture of willingness to hear the details.

"Have you heard the legends of Tibet? Hundreds or even thousands of years ago, the great lama who committed the sin of curse and murder was poured in mercury, skinned and taken out of bones. The resentment and mana during his lifetime were concentrated in the human brain, and then he was carved. The god Garuda Garuda and the Lord of Zedolin, who guards the dead, made this human-headed instrument. Whenever a living person is needed for sacrifice, the high priest will take out the instrument and put it on his head, so that the sacrifice of the living person can be The soul then had to be ordered by the high priest to be consecrated to the gods—mostly evil gods, and the gods who received the tribute would voluntarily be driven by the high lama.”

"In this way, after thousands of years of slaughter and sacrifice, people believe that the helmet magic weapon has magical powers, not only can the soul of the dead be dedicated to God, but also can be summoned from hell and sent to heaven."

Qin Chuan paused slightly, looked at the shark and said with a smile, "Do you believe this statement?"

The shark rubbed his chin, his eyes flashed with an interesting light, and after a while he asked back, "Do you believe it?"

Qin Chuan's smile deepened.

"Of course I don't believe it, because 80% of the above are made up by myself." He threw the helmet back into the cloth bag with a bang: "But those stupid and rich customers in my store are willing to believe, what the fuck I can do."

The shark burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry to bother Miss Ah Yin for a trip." Qin Chuan said apologetically, "For a small business, there has always been a shortage of purchase channels, so I can only cheat everywhere. Please forgive me."

Sister Yin sat on the shark's leg with a smile, "It doesn't matter. Originally, I sneaked into the mainland just to find Wan Changwen, and I just wanted to help you."

Qin Chuan said unexpectedly, "Have you found it?"

"No, the Chinese police are looking for him very closely. There is no news from his own hometown and his concubines' homes. I don't know where he is hiding incognito. Maybe you are the only one in the world who can contact others, Boss Qin." Sister Yin paused, then changed the conversation: "But I have another unexpected gain this time."

The shark casually said "Oh": "What harvest?"

"A man that I will never forget." Sister Yin smiled at him, lowered her head and approached, almost face to face with the shark, with a gloomy look on her beautiful face:

"Maybe, it is also a man you will never forget."

The shark's gaze was fixed on the screen of the mobile phone she held up, and the gray-blue pupils instantly tightened—

"Painter."

Qin Chuan had never seen the legendary painter in person, so he couldn't help looking at the screen.

The angle of this candid shot is not very good. I saw the silhouette of a young man standing in the crowd, and he was covering most of his cheek by raising his hand and taking off his sunglasses-perhaps this is the reason why he didn't realize that he was candidly photographed. .

It is said that the avatar of the artist was wanted on the dark web a year ago. However, it was quickly tracked down and deleted by the Internet police several times, which led to a lot of speculation about the appearance of this legendary undercover agent. However, when you see it, you will find out that most of those guesses are wrong. The painter is neither tall and powerful, nor cunning; on the contrary, you can see his fair cheeks skin, jet-black hair on the tips of his ears, and the frown between his eyebrows and eyes. The temperament seems to have a trace of calm and gentle.

Shark's pupils stared straight at the phone, and after a while, his tense shoulders gradually returned to normal. He leaned back on the back of the chair and asked calmly, "Who took this photo?"

"A newcomer, who used to go out with Master Jin Jie under Wen Shao, and is currently the best under my team," Sister Yin raised her carefully drawn eyelids, smiling rather than smiling: "—talent."

"Talent," the Shark repeated amusingly.

Qin Chuan glanced at the screen of the mobile phone, then at Sister Yin, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm ignorant. Did this unlucky little painter ever know Miss Ayin?"

Shark picked up the cigar scissors casually. "That's how long ago I knew her, you ask her."

Sister Yin turned her head to Qin Chuan and shook her phone: "Looking at this man, can you imagine that he was hung up and beaten like a dead dog?"

Qin Chuan thought for a while, unable to make up the picture, and shook his head honestly.

"I can." Sister Yin narrowed her eyes, her slender upper and lower eyelashes were almost intertwined, and a few words were gently squeezed between her red lips and white teeth: "Because I have seen it before."

She raised her hand and gently unbuttoned her shirt.

Sister Yin was wearing a wide shirt with rolled-up cuffs and denim shorts. The collar of the shirt was loosened by three buttons, and the collar was opened so low that she could bend over to reveal a full chest. At this moment, the fingers covered with bright red nail polish unbuttoned the remaining buttons one by one, and without shy of looking around, he pulled down the left placket—

Qin Chuan was slightly taken aback.

Under the underwear on her left breast, there was a dark red scar that was two or three inches wide across her ribs. An experienced person can tell at a glance that the dagger was stabbed diagonally upwards, avoiding the bones and soft tissues, and the dead hand was aimed at the heart.

"This is the painter...?"

"No, it's another man." Sister Yin said softly, showing a convulsive smile: "But he's already dead."

The dust suspended still in the sunlight, reflecting a faint colorful light. The figure on the phone screen was facing the air, as if it was slowly coming to life. He took off his sunglasses and looked at her sideways, with imperceptible sneers and ridicules flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Yes, Sister Yin thought, he was like that back then—

"Agui!" The young girl turned around in the hot sun of the poppy garden, and the skirt fluttered: "I have already said hello to my father, you have protected me for so many years, and you have been alert and reliable. You will be rewarded for taking charge of the shipping route, are you happy?"

The sun was so strong, in fact, she didn't see the expression on the face of the young man on the opposite side, and she didn't even hear the usual calm tone without the slightest fluctuation:

"Protecting Missy is my duty, and I don't need a reward..."

"Shh," she put a finger on his lips and smiled, "you can call me Ah Yin."

The poppies scattered all over the mountains were splashing in the wind, she leaned forward in a provocative and seductive way, suddenly her eyes crossed Agui's straight shoulders, and saw a silhouette from the distant hillside staring at her, her eyes were black and white, Glittering indescribable light.

The moment their eyes met, he withdrew his gaze, then bowed humbly, and walked into the depths of the jungle.

"... Miss?"

Ah Yin narrowed his eyes: "That little brother from your hometown doesn't seem to like me very much?"

Now that I think about it, it should be the first time that she has seen Agui's face change, although it was only in the blink of an eye, the next moment he has changed back to that calm, cautious and unwavering face: "Miss, please don't mind, If he was a child in the village, he would be disrespectful, otherwise he wouldn't have been beaten so badly when he was squatting. If you don't like it, I'll send him back to town in a while..."

In fact, she should have discovered from the beginning that there was a trace of undercurrent surging under the calm water, but the black and white line of sight in the poppies was like a curse, and in a blink of an eye, unforeseen bad luck was brought to them. all.

"Old Thayer! Mr. Thayer!"

"The soldiers of Yundian are coming!"

"Arrange Mr. Hodgson to go! Quick, quick!"

Ah Yin seemed to be standing in the void, watching the anxious, stupid, and worrying self push away his subordinates, and hurriedly ran from the secret passage inside the mountain to the execution room.

Useless, she knew.

No matter how hard he tried to reach out, he couldn't hold back the staggering figure, and he didn't turn his head to the bloody ending.

"Abba! Aba! Where's the undercover agent of that note?!"

The people hanging in the torture chamber could hardly recognize their appearance. She saw the people around her move away. A Gui, who was at the front, turned to look at herself, holding a whip in his hand, gasping for breath, his face pale in the light of the torches. The hair is penetrating, and the eyes are dense and bloodshot.

"I knew it was him! I knew it was him!!" She heard her sharp voice shouting frantically: "Don't let him die so easily! Bring it! Bring it to me!"

She snatched the syringe from Ma Zai's hand, and the next moment she heard Ah Gui put his hand on her shoulder and called out hoarsely, "Miss."

She should have thought long ago that the boy who had been chosen to protect her since the age of fifteen, the boy who was as fierce and handsome as flames, calm and patient as hard ice, no matter how she was teased and seduced over the years, Trust and reuse, she never called her Ah Yin on the initiative, nor did she show such a broken-hearted expression.

"Miss," Ah Gui shouted again, and for some reason the extremely trembling tone suddenly stabilized, as if all fears were forcibly suppressed by some more decisive and terrifying force in an instant.

In the next second, he suddenly pulled the dagger from the back, and with a flash of snow, "Plop!" He cut off the rope that was hanging the person, and at the same time pinched her neck and twisted it to the front of him, the blade mercilessly pressed against the throat, bloodshot Come out!

The torture chamber was like a frying pan that exploded with exclamations and curses at the same time!

She saw her men shoving and roaring, and she saw her father Thayer's face contorted with anger. However, in the extreme hypoxia caused by the compression of the throat, everything quickly turned into a smeared color block, which jumped into Venus in the retina, and returned to darkness.

"Put down your weapon and lean against the wall!" In the dimness, she heard the familiar voice hoarse to the extreme: "Everyone! Against the wall! The gun is kicked over!"

"Prepare the car, gasoline, weapons, and let me take him away!"

"Or I'll kill her!"

Or I'll kill her—

That beast-like tearing roar still reverberates in his ears, and it hasn't faded even after ten years.

There was a buzzing sound in Sister Yin's eardrums, but it didn't affect her long, charming corners of her eyes drawn to Qin Chuan.

"It doesn't matter." She smiled and said, pulling up the placket, "I just think that one is dead, and this one shouldn't be alone."

Shark leaned back comfortably and smiled and asked, "Are you trying to kill him?"

Sister Yin turned her head to him, and her long hair threw an arc like a waterfall, half teasing and half deliberately: "Can't you?"

"sure."

Sister Yin didn't seem to expect him to be so happy, so she said "Oh?"

"The existence of the Mariana Trench is to explore the absolute freedom under anarchy, so I always respect everyone's free will." Shark spread his hands quite gentlemanly and said, "Your talents, your grievances, what do you want? Do whatever you want. I'm waiting for your good news."

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Sister Yin finally smiled charmingly, snuggled into Shark's arms, placed a kiss on his cheek, then stood up and fluffed her long hair, not forgetting to throw a hot shot at Qin Chuan. eyes, and then turned around and walked down the wooden building gracefully.

·

In front of the wooden building is a bluestone road leading to the denser jungle in front of the village. Sister Yin's back followed the road, gradually melted into the dazzling golden sunlight, and disappeared.

Shark retracted his gaze, took out a button the size of a small fingernail from his trouser pocket, flicked his thumb upwards, and caught it casually, rubbing it between his fingers to play with it.

Maybe it's because Sister Yin's wink at the end was really good-looking. As the last man in the world who knows how to pity fragrance and cherish jade, Qin Chuan couldn't hold back after thinking about it, and asked implicitly, "The anger is too much to hurt her health, so don't you persuade her a few words. ?"

The shark smoked the cigar slowly, with a smile on his face but not a smile on his face. After a while, he suddenly pinched the button with two fingers and flashed in front of Qin Chuan: "Guess who this is?"

It was just an ordinary milky white shirt button without any trademark, which had lost its luster after being carried and wiped for a long time.

Qin Chuan has vaguely guessed the answer: "... painter?"

"A year ago, when I was invited to pass through the Chinese border, the painter lurked around me for three days as a buyer's receptionist. During this period, he cooperated with the police inside and outside. On the last day, I was trapped in a heavily blocked building. I was in Before the police arrived, they were lucky to find an exit and escape. In order to stop me, the painter smashed the glass from the 16th floor. When Kong jumped down with his bare hands, he slashed at the top of my head like a magic weapon, and flew out from the cuff of his clothes. A bloody button."

"It's really brave. When I looked at that person, I only had this thought in my mind. If the legendary god representing battle really exists, it should have his face."

Qin Chuan nodded thoughtfully, and then perhaps captured a detail out of professional instinct: "Why does the heavily blocked building still have an exit?"

"Have you found it?" The mention of the shark seemed to become a little pleasant: "Because of the artist's mistake."

- Mistakes.

It may be that he has been a criminal policeman for more than ten years, and these two plain words actually made Qin Chuan's eyebrows jump, but he didn't look strange on the surface.

"Everyone makes mistakes. Some are greedy, some are fearful, some are lustful, and some may just be..." The shark paused slightly, and a meaningful smile flashed in his pupils: "I want to live freely."

Qin Chuan frowned.

But the shark didn't explain any further.

"As I said, the Mariana Trench was originally created to explore freedom without boundaries, so I respect everyone's free will. If one really wants to die that much—"

He looked at the village in front of him. Sister Yin's off-road motorcade was passing through the jungle and heading for the undulating mountains in the distance. The overlapping jungles covered the mountains and plains reflected in his eyes, and the famous drug lord in the underground world spread his hands, and his expression seemed to be A little regret:

"Then I won't stop her."

Qin Chuan and Shark looked at each other, nodded and sighed after a long time: "I understand."

Shark squeezed the cigar in one hand, patted his shoulder with a smile, turned and walked back.

"When are we going to North China?" Qin Chuan turned around and asked loudly.

"Don't worry, just wait!"

The darknet boss's tone was very leisurely. Compared with the tough, urgent and irresistible attitude a few days ago, it seemed that a sudden 180-degree upheaval had taken place. Qin Chuan was keenly aware of something, and he asked without looking back: "If you might have a gold mine soon, would you still be anxious to find a silver vault?"

"… "

"I want to find a silver vault, but I also want to have a gold mine." Shark's fingers lightly rubbed the button up, then caught it firmly, and said with a smile, "Because after all... it's a gold mine."