At the other end of the city of false truth of the 460th chapter, in front of a window, a figure stood for a long time, as if a sculpture did not move. What he exudes was a passive and lonely temperament. One can see the slightest sadness from his calm face, but the strong to the extreme loneliness volatilizes silently.
The visibility on the windows was almost zero, and the majestic rain poured on the glass windows, washing away the traces left by the past years, and becoming new and unfamiliar.
Behind the man, a grim figure in a black suit gradually walked over. Contrary to the man’s overly melancholic temperament, outside of this figure, people can only see his sharp sword-like sharp edge. The pair of pure black is slightly brown. His eyes freeze on the man's body for a long time.
How long the man watches the rain, how long he stares behind him.
"Two hours have passed, and they haven't returned." The man in the suit spoke slightly coldly, without too much emotion in his words. It seemed that he didn't have expectations for the future of those people, but just made reasonable decisions about the things that have not yet returned. Guess.
The man standing in front of the window, after hearing this call, his stiff body slowly moved. His limbs were a bit stiff, but he was still alive. Only the left hand hanging under him was covered with The black leather gloves looked weird and dead.
"Two hours... beyond plan." He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
After bidding farewell to Rong Chuan, Song Zhuoming, John and Lou Yun, the two men did not choose to return to their respective rooms, but walked into the meeting room together. The man standing in front of the window waiting, and the man watching from behind , The temperament is opposite, but they are each other's only friends now.
At the same time, it is also the only record holder of the newspaper today. The melancholic man is called Xu Lang, and the sharp man is called Yan Yan.
Yan Yan looked at Xu Lang indifferently at the window and slowly turned around, looked directly at his gaze, and said softly: "The variable... has happened!" He spread his palms a little bit, and there was nothing in there. Things, but he hung his head and stared, as if he could find something out of it, but then he put his five fingers together and flicked out.
"There is something beyond our control, I don't like..." Remember the URL
Xu Lang's right eyelid was beating a little, and the storm in the sky behind was more urgent, as if a drum beat in an empty conference room, hitting the hearts of the two.
"I'm a little worried..." He lifted his eyes slightly to look at the ceiling, and sighed inwardly.
Yan Yan raised his brows and looked at Xu Lang who was directly opposite, "Are you worried about people, or are you worried about this action?"
Xu Lang heard this and did not answer this question. He walked to the table, grabbed the cigarette case on it, and turned on the lighter with a ding sound. Inferior cigarettes could dispel the haze in his heart at this moment.
He did not say, but he was really worried about people in his heart. It was Song Zhuoming. He had a deep feeling that the exploration of this trip would not be that simple. However, Song Zhuoming's current state of mind has a great problem, and the boy is holding death in his arms. Zhi, it is possible to make unexpected moves beyond the original plan.
At the mission location, a slight loss of control is likely to lead to an irreparable fault!
The choking smoke filled the silent conference room. Only the two of them were left in this huge room. Yan Yan suddenly chuckled at this moment. He looked at Xu Lang and said slowly: "Just a short time. In a few months, you have changed a lot..."
Xu Lang didn't look up at him, but just smoked suffocating smoke.
"Before you were the same kind of people as me. We don't care about the demise of human life. We only care about the consequences after the demise, whether the advantages outweigh the disadvantages..." Yan Yan whispered, "And today, I What you care about is the success or failure of the action, and what you care about is the life and death of someone."
A look of helplessness appeared on Yan Yan's rare face, and he sighed: "Is it a good thing or a bad thing..."
Xu Lang suddenly took a cigarette, then raised his head and slowly spit out a smoke ring, his complexion was slightly fluctuating: "Perhaps I am not a pure person. The flow of time has changed my original nature..."
Then he seemed a little at a loss. With the plumes of smoke flowing through his fingertips, he stared at it, as if watching some exquisite object, and added: "Or maybe, I am the essence now."
"You don't care about Song Zhuoming, nor anyone!" Yan Yan expressed his views on Xu Lang at this moment. "What you care about is your own life experience. You are a person living in the past. Retaining every memory in your life experience may be related to your childhood."
Xu Lang did not accidentally make such a serious statement. Knowing oneself is not a simple matter. Sometimes the opinions of others are more accurate.
He shrugged noncommittal and said calmly: "Maybe you are right." Because he knows that Yan Yan is a person who lives in the future. They are two extreme people, but they have become the best partners and friends. .
"Our unnecessarily third batch will never enter Shenshen's apartment in advance. This unknown price can only be left to other executors, and we cannot bear it!" Yan Yan brought the topic to reality. .
"When you and I made the batch plan, you should have been prepared long ago. Some people may not be able to come back!"
Hearing these words, Xu Lang shook his head: "I can guess the ending, but I need to know what will I get back at such a high price!"
Yan Yan smiled: "Then you have to look at those who can come back and what valuable things can bring you..."
At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open at this moment, and the unnamed facial paralyzed face appeared at the door. He glanced at the two indifferently and said: "The first batch is back, now It was 10:33 in the evening, which was one and a half hours past the original time."
His words are concise and concise, pointing out the time period beyond, but the first batch of what he said seems to refer to something else.
Xu Lang and Yan Yan sat here without moving. After a short while, after Wuming sat back in their positions, three full-body wet figures who had been baptized by the torrential rain all appeared at the door of the conference room.
Leading by was Rong Chuan, who had a slightly haggard face, and John and Lou Yun, who looked very tired on the left and right.
Xu Lang saw this scene, his squinted eyes closed gently at this moment, one missing, missing the figure of the young man he most wanted and should see the most, his body exuded a little loneliness, but nothing Too much sadness.
As Yan Yan said, he had already made this preparation.
Looking at the three people in front of him who looked a little embarrassed and at a loss, Xu Lang sighed, unable to say more.
Yan Yan sat at the forefront and waved his hand: "Three, sit down, presumably you have obtained valuable information, right?"
Facing Yan Yan and Xu Lang, Lou Yun's previous attitude suddenly dissipated. She looked towards Rong Chuan without any idea, as if asking for help. Rong Chuan supported her arm and placed her on a chair.
John on the other side was not bad, his eyes dodge a little when he looked at Xu Lang, but he didn't panic too much, his psychological quality was still stronger.
Rong Chuan twisted the water stains on his body, resisting the discomfort, and sat down, nodded towards Yan Yan, and glanced at Xu Lang unnaturally.
Xu Lang's appearance was nothing strange. Although he saw that the three of Rong Chuan seemed a little awkward, he thought that he was a little guilty of Song Zhuoming when he was alive and didn't think much about it.
After a short while, the rest of the employees rushed to the meeting room after they got the news. When the rest of the employees returned here, they found that four people had gone, but only three came back!
The attitudes of Han Bolin and Baimei suddenly changed. They didn't expect things to develop like this. Baimei was slightly prepared, but they also thought that at most they would suffer some injuries. They didn't expect to cut one staff directly!
Wu Cheng's skin is not good, and the first batch is not going well, causing them to fall into crisis in the second batch!
Rong Chuan looked at Xu Lang with some guilt, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry Xu Lang, I didn't manage to bring Song Zhuoming back. At that time, we really had no choice..."
Xu Lang was a little impatient and interrupted his nonsense, "Just tell me what you saw and heard during this trip and just tell it intact."
Rong Chuan glanced around at John and Lou Yun, and finally started to tell a series of things after getting in the taxi. All the things in front were not lying, but when he finally fled, the situation he told was completely opposite to reality. .
"After we encountered the weird changes in the floor, we fled directly from the third floor to the gate, but Song Zhuoming did not arrive. I even waited at the gate for the last half a minute!" Rong Chuan said grandiosely.
"And in the last half minute, Song Zhuo clearly appeared, but behind him was a dark figure chasing after him. I stretched out my hand to try to help him, but at the last moment, he was forced by the evil spirit. Captured back within the condominium!"
Xu Lang squinted his eyes when he heard this. He stared at Rong Chuan closely and scanned the faces of John and Lou Yun from time to time. Their faces were unified with sadness and helplessness.
"At the last moment, he threw the cloth strip out, and he was delayed by the evil spirit for thirty minutes, and entered the task ahead of time!" Rong Chuan slowly took out a blood-stained cloth strip from his arms. Placed on the table.
Xu Lang leaned out and took the blood-colored cloth strip that could no longer identify him. Feeling the damp touch, his heart was sad and suspicious, but he did not speak immediately, but put the cloth strip down and tightened. Staring at the three people directly opposite.
Because their words are logical but a bit too simple...
With Song Zhuoming's style of doing things, perhaps the previous descriptions do fit his character, but the following words seem a bit deliberate to Rongchuan.
Whether it is Rong Chuan's performance at the time or the emotions that the three of them are showing now, there is a... unspeakable falsehood! (End of this chapter)