No. 6 was alert to the fact that someone was watching him in the dark. He tilted his head slightly, trying to find traces in the dark. It was this movement, Xie Wan'er barely saw No. 6's nose. Xie Wan'er couldn't help being excited. She raised her camera and stood ready. When she was about to capture the appearance of No.6, the Jasmine Café suddenly became chaotic. The waiter found that Gu Xun was dead. No. 6 was unwilling to stay any longer, lowered his head again, and quickly left the Jasmine Café.
When Xie Wan'er was so annoyed that she almost captured the whole picture, she didn't realize the crisis of life and death at that moment. If she had photographed the appearance of No. 6, she wouldn't be destined to report it back to the agency.
Xie Wan'er didn't bother to track No. 6, holding the camera, and quickly walked into the Jasmine Café.
At this moment Gu Xun had been turned over, lying on his back in the chair, showing no signs of life.
Xie Wan'er opened her mouth slightly in surprise. The person who yelled at her not long ago died like this? Who made the move
Her gaze swept around Gu Xun and found that Gu Xun's briefcase was missing. Could it be that the person just killed Gu Xun
After some panic, the manager of Jasmine Coffee House remembered that there was still the most important thing left, and quickly said: "I'll call the police."
The manager turned and walked to the telephone at the counter. Xie Wan'er reacted and quickly picked up the camera and pressed the shutter at Gu Xun's corpse.
The secret contact point of Juntong who had just received the news of Gu Xun's murder was solemn. Song Qingci, the head of the Shanghai station, stood straight at the desk, holding the phone with a serious face.
Even across the phone line, he can feel the respect he shows to the person on the other end of the phone.
"Gu Xun was just killed in the Jasmine Cafe... I suspect it was the remnants of the killer organization... Yes, I will track down and wipe out this organization completely, don't worry! Boss."
Song Qingci put down the phone with Dai Li and shouted to the outside: "Let Shen Qiu in."
Shen Qiu walked into Song Qingci's office quickly, and said attentively: "Boss."
"From now on, you will be promoted to the captain of the action team and quickly arrest the murderer who killed Gu Xun. The murderer was killed in full view, and no one found the murderer. This is a provocation to us." Song Qingci was extremely angry.
Shen Qiu replied loudly: "Yes, the seat."
"Do you have anyone to suspect?" Song Qingci asked.
"I suspect it has something to do with the mysterious organization base that was destroyed before." Shen Qiu said analytically.
"Be sure to keep an eye on that base. As long as there are suspicious personnel, they will be brought back to me." Song Qingci commanded solemnly.
Shen Qiu straightened his body and took his orders solemnly: "You can rest assured."
Song Qingci waved his hand to let Shen Qiu leave, looking at the map in front of him, his expression becoming more solemn.
Every time this mysterious base commits a crime, there are very few clues left, not to mention eyewitnesses. They can only rely on the site survey and Shaoyang's autopsy to make simple judgments. Unexpectedly, in the editor-in-chief's room where the declaration was filed, it was because of clues related to the case that the pot was exploded right now.
Xie Wan'er brought the news back, which was still a major news. On the editor-in-chief's desk is a photo of Gu Xun's death, and a photo of No. 6 leaving the Jasmine Café with a briefcase. Although I couldn't get the appearance of No. 6, at least there was enough news material.
Originally still training Zhao Wei, he did not bring back news, and lost the camera and Xie Wan'er's editor-in-chief. Seeing the photos Xie Wan'er brought back, he couldn't help but smile.
"Wan'er, you are really the hero of our declaration." The editor-in-chief praised Xie Wan'er, not forgetting to glaze at Zhao Wei, "Learn more about Wan'er's spirit of persevering in the news."
Xie Wan'er smiled awkwardly, and said: "Editor-in-chief, I have already thought about it, and the title is called Vanishing Briefcase."
"Good title, that's it. You hurry up and write the manuscript. I promise you will make a sensation in the city tomorrow." The editor-in-chief said hurriedly.
Xie Wan'er and Zhao Wei answered the editor's office, and Zhao Wei quickly pulled Xie Wan'er aside.
"Did the murderer see you?" Zhao Wei asked.
"No." Xie Wan'er looked at Zhao Wei ignorantly, "What's the matter?"
Zhao Wei made a kill gesture and said coldly, "He will kill you."
Xie Wan'er shrugged indifferently, "If I'm afraid of death, I won't be a reporter."
Zhao Wei helplessly said, "Oh! My eldest lady. You really don't know the sinister world."
"Even if the man was number six at the time, I dared to hold up the camera to him. Haven't you ever heard a sentence called born in sorrow and death in happiness? I won't tell you, I'm going to write a manuscript.
Xie Wan'er said, bypassing Zhao Wei and leaving.
No. 6 is an orphan without a name, and has lived in a wooden fence base surrounded by power grids since the beginning of the record. In this base, he has to be trained as a devil as a killer every day. Killing each other with the children who grew up together, after more than ten years of training, there are only ten of the more than 300 children he entered the base a year, and No. 6 has also become a cold-blooded killer with almost no emotions. The only person in the world that he missed was No. 9, who grew up on the base together. Every time he was injured, he would bandage him, and when he was starving, he would secretly save his share of food for him.
The base is a mystery, there is no name, and its location is also a secret. In the ten years of training on the 6th, he has never walked out of the base once. Even if he becomes a killer and goes out to perform a mission, he will be put on a hood every time he enters and exits the base and is sent to the city where he is to perform the mission. And every time you return to the base, you need to find a pre-arranged connector. The connector will either assign him a new task or put on a headgear and send someone back to the base. This time the joint person on the 6th was Gu Xun, but Gu Xun was killed.
On the 6th, he finally found a map in Gu Xun’s briefcase, which was drawn in a circle dozens of kilometers away. He didn't know if it was related to the base, but he always had to look for clues.
The location of the map is a ruined wall, the outer wooden fences have fallen down a lot, most of the buildings inside have been burnt down, and the ground is full of blackened blood and bullet casings, completely in ruins.
Standing at the gate on the 6th, looking at the familiar base, his usual cold eyes were filled with disbelief. There are dozens of powerful instructors in the base, and there are not a few trained assassins. What about these people? Are they all killed? But who can kill them? Is 9th alive or dead? A series of questions came to his mind.
For a time, everything became a mystery. Including himself, who is he? Where is he going in the future? He seemed to be a kite. He had been holding the string before, but now the string is broken.
Number 6 walked into the base and carefully checked for possible clues. The bloodstains and bullet casings that appeared from time to time around can prove that fierce firefights did occur here. However, it is strange that there are no corpses.
When No. 6 arrived in front of the collapsed restaurant, he suddenly became excited, struggling to remove the gravel on the wreckage. The sharp stone pierced his hand. His hand was dripping with blood, but he seemed to have no feeling. The rubble was swept away one by one, rarely embarrassed and emotional. He didn't stop until he cleared the window sill by the front door.
Number Six looked at most of the broken windows and wiped the dust off the bottom edge of the windows. The very complete bottom edge made him puzzled. At the time of the life and death duel, No. 6 had a duel with his opponent in the restaurant with a dagger. No. 6 clearly remembered that he had left a deep dagger mark on this window. But now there is no trace, as if there is something wrong with his memory. Could it be that his experience over the years is just a dream
At this moment, the emotional No. 6 did not notice the two military commanders on the mountain opposite the base, staring at his every move through the binoculars.
The thin and tall spy analyzed: "Looking at his appearance, he is familiar with this place. It should be the remnant of this base."
The short and stout spy wanted to report to his superiors, to ensure that the suspicious number 6 was caught smoothly, and said: "You stare at him, I will go to the notification head."
"Wait a minute." The short and stout spy was about to leave, and he was pulled by the thin and tall spy. "We took him directly, but it was a great achievement. If the head comes, we will give up our lives to arrest people, and the credit will be with us. It doesn't matter!"
The short and stout agent thought about it, gritted his teeth, and said, "You are right!"
The two secret agents looked at each other and nodded, made up their minds, and quickly descended from the mountain.
Number 6 walked out of the base, stopped and looked back. It was obvious that everything was exactly the same, but it was not true. Why on earth
Although No. 6 is full of doubts, it is certain that this is not the place where he grew up. If this is fake, why should it be built exactly like the base where he was trained. Who is it that besieged here again? Whose blood is on the ground? He knew that as long as these mysteries were solved, he could trace back to the truth.
He turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by two secret agents who had just descended from the mountain. The black muzzles of the two men's hands were facing him.
No.6 looked at the two calmly and calmly asked, "Is there something wrong?"
Seeing that he was so calm, the two agents couldn't help looking at each other in panic, emboldening each other.
The tall and thin agent shook his gun and said coldly, "Come with us."
No. 6 did not move, and asked: "Where to go?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" The stocky spy couldn't help being emotional, "You'll know when you get there!"
"If I don't go." Sixth glanced at the two contemptuously, and then planned to leave.
"It's up to you to go or not. Either just walk with us honestly, or we take your corpse back." The thin tall spy directly put the muzzle on No.6's head.
Number Six stopped and looked at the two men blankly.
The tall and thin agent winked at his companion, and the short and stout agent immediately walked around behind No.6, pushed him vigorously, and said sharply, "Go."
When No. 6 was pushed back and forth, when he turned his head to look at the short and stout agent, killing intent appeared in his eyes.
The short and stout agent was trembling with his sharp eyes. The thin tall spy was afraid that his companion would retreat, and immediately scolded No.6.
"What do you look at? Honestly, I will kill you if you dare to move."
No. 6 did not speak or move. The lanky agent was very satisfied with the performance of No. 6, thinking he was afraid, so he said to his companion: "Tie him."
The short and stout agent put away the gun, pulled No. 6's hands behind him, and drew out the rope, preparing to tie No. 6's hand.