Climb over the wall, pry the car, ignite and start, all in one go.
By the time Han Li reacted, they had already driven several feet away from the section of road they had just been monitoring. The loud and noisy fire alarms and human voices were far behind them in just a few breaths. In the end, it was as if the vague sound of wind passing by my ears was blocked thousands of miles away.
The neon lights outside the car window flashed rapidly, and the colorful lines and changing light and shadow were printed on the glass, like a beautiful dream.
Han Li turned to look at Shen Kong sitting in the driver's seat.
This time, he had a different face.
The outline of the facial features is sharp and three-dimensional. Above and below the high brows are deeply sunken eye sockets. The eyes are extremely deep and bright. There seems to be some compelling sharpness shining in the depths of the pupils, as if they are bloodless blades. Just a simple gaze can It can easily take away the breath of others. There is a shallow scar on the peak of his right eyebrow. It cuts through the bone and pauses before reaching the top of the eyelid. It seems that the time left is not long, giving him the original scar. The extremely aggressive facial features add to the fierceness and wildness.
Han Li looked away hastily.
He didn't know why, but he just had a strange feeling, as if...
This is what the other person should look like.
Han Li took a deep breath. The beating of his own heart seemed to be extremely noisy, which made him a little upset for a moment.
Shen Kong asked while controlling the steering wheel:
"Is there somewhere you can go?"
Han Li's voice was calm and rational: "Yes, yes, but based on this organization's careful style in the past, I suspect that the property and residence under my name are being monitored. I'm afraid staying in a hotel is not feasible. Their online check-in system is too easy. If it is cracked, they will probably come to our door within thirty minutes after we check in. "
Shen Kong frowned: "You don't have a safe house?"
Almost everyone who is in a high position and has a lot of wealth will prepare several safe houses for themselves. The location is hidden, the source of the house payment and the identity of the household owner are clean, and they have no connection with their true identity, just in case they need to hide in critical moments.
Han Li was silent for a long time: "There used to be quite a few, but now I am a well-known philanthropic entrepreneur, and all the properties and properties under my name are open and transparent."
In other words, the safe house is no longer safe.
Shen Kong: "..."
Being able to do this as a good person is very impressive.
He held the steering wheel with one hand, and the car turned sharply with his control. The whistle outside the car window was quickly thrown away, the whistling wind clung to the car, and the car windows made a slight shaking sound.
Han Li put on his seat belt silently.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a single-family house. Shen Kong jumped out of the car, bypassed all the surveillance cameras and the installed anti-theft mechanism, and opened the door in just a few minutes. opened the door.
Han Li stared silently at the dark door that opened in front of him, with an unpredictable expression on his face. He slowly turned his head to look at Shen Kong, with very complicated emotions in his eyes.
Shen Kong shrugged: "There is no safe house, we can't stay in a hotel, and the other options are too poor."
Then, he added understandingly: "Don't worry, judging from the security settings of the house, the owner should have left home for a long time. The state of the door and the traces on the driveway indicate that he should have left not long ago, so there is no need to Worry."
Han Li: "..."
He took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The lights in the room were turned on, and everything in front of him suddenly became brighter. Shen Kong moved his somewhat stiff shoulders and neck, and said in a casual tone:
"Go and rest first. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."
As he spoke, he walked inside. Before he had taken a few steps, he felt his arm being grabbed by someone behind him.
Shen Kong paused and turned to look behind him.
Han Li seemed to be ready to say something, but at this moment, Shen Kong suddenly frowned and raised his hand to press the tiny earphone in his right ear.
There was an abnormal fluctuation in the current sound of the earphones, and the harsh audio pierced his eardrums like steel needles.
Shen Kong had to take off his headphones. When he put them on again, there was no sound at all. Even the sizzling sound of electricity had disappeared, leaving only dead silence.
It seems that they discovered that their communication equipment was lost.
He felt a little pity.
Thanks to it just now, he was able to avoid their pursuit and covert carpet search so accurately, including the driving route just now, all on the premise of bypassing the roadblocks they set up, otherwise they would not be able to do this. So calm.
But since it can no longer provide guidance for itself, there is no need to keep it, and if they install a tracker in the headset, it will be more of a loss than a gain.
Shen Kong took the headphones off his ears, threw them to the ground casually, and crushed them with his heels.
The sound of metal being crushed on the hard marble floor sounded particularly harsh in the quiet space, breaking the almost stagnant atmosphere in the room.
Shen Kong turned to look at Han Li, who was still holding his arm, and raised his eyebrows: "What were you going to say just now?"
Han Li exhaled slowly, loosened his stiff fingers slightly, and then lowered his eyes restrainedly to cover the turbulent waves under his eyes:
"… nothing."
Shen Kong didn't ask further.
The two people allocated the next room in the next few minutes. After all, this house has another owner, so they are not going to use too many resources in the house, and it will be easier to restore before leaving.
—But you still have to take a shower.
Shen Kong sniffed his sleeves and frowned in disgust.
This suit of clothing was worn when he was on a mission before he was kidnapped and became that correction officer. After he entered this world, he has been wearing it on his own body. The fabric was condensed into a hard shell by the mud and blood. , I couldn't care less in the critical situation just now, but now in a relatively safe environment, even though Shen Kong has strong endurance, he has a sense of urgency to change clothes from both a psychological and physical level.
He hurriedly said hello to Han Li, and then got into the bathroom.
As a combatant who is always vigilant, Shen Kong always takes a quick bath. For him, the time for such an action that causes physiological relaxation of the human body can be shortened as short as possible, so as to reduce the probability of accidents. Even so, , he took a shower for more than fifteen minutes this time. When Shen Kong opened the bathroom and walked out, the steaming mist escaped from behind him, almost heating the temperature of the entire room by three points.
His expression was lazily relaxed, and there was a shallow new scar on the eyebrow bone of his right eye, with a trace of water dripping down the direction of the scar.
Shen Kong raised his eyes and found Han Li sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly waiting for him.
He paused in wiping his hair and put the towel on his shoulders. The wet black hair was messy and tangled under the light. The water droplets that had not yet been wiped fell on the surface of the soft towel, leaving a little Due to the dark water stains, Shen Kong was a little confused:
"What's wrong?"
Han Li's eyes fell on Shen Kong's naked upper body and he didn't answer for a long time.
The muscles on Shen Kong's body were not stretched out, and they were not as strong and well-defined as those who had been trained in the gym. He even looked a little thin when covered with clothing, but after taking off his clothes, those in the The traces of years of high-intensity life-and-death struggle are clearly visible. His body is very efficient. Every solid and tight muscle and bone is firmly interlocked and arranged in a way that can bring out the maximum potential of the human body. No one can doubt the power contained in the undulating muscle lines under his skin. Powerful.
Like a resting animal stretching its limbs, its gorgeous and smooth fur shines in the sun.
But that's not what Han Li saw.
Instead, there were deep and shallow scars all over Shen Kong's shoulders, back, chest, abdomen, arms, and even his neck. Some of those scars seemed to be old, settling like a knife mark carved on the bark of a tree. Some seemed to be still very new, white and raised, creeping up and spreading ferociously on his limbs. Many were carved on fatal parts. The scar is deep and terrifying, and looks so shocking that one can hardly imagine how dangerous and terrifying the situation must have been when it was left behind.
The scars on some people are wild and sexy, but not on Shen Kong.
The scars on his body are shocking, cruel, and repulsive.
These scars are all over his body, which is close to a perfect combination of mechanics and aesthetics, making people tremble in their hearts.
Han Li forced himself to look away from Shen Kong's upper body and turned to his eyes:
"I've changed my mind."
Shen Kong was stunned: "...huh?"
Han Li continued slowly: "You asked me just now if I had anything to say, and I said no—but now I have changed my mind."
His voice was still calm and controlled, and the deep and magnetic tone seemed to contain some deeper emotions. His eyes stared into the sky, and his dark eyes were like the moonlight on the dark sea.
Shen Kong looked back, and the persistence and exploration in the other person's eyes that had no room for change made him feel a little headache. He sighed, and finally gave in and asked:
"Okay, so what do you want to say?"
Han Li took a deep breath: "It's just a simple question."
He paused, as if he was mentally preparing, and then finally asked slowly and solemnly:
"...Are you still leaving?"
The syllables he pronounced were articulated smoothly, as if he had rehearsed them thousands of times in his heart, and he could hardly hear the slightest ups and downs of emotion.
Shen Kong couldn't help but was slightly stunned. Before Han Li spoke, several questions that the other party might ask had already flashed through his mind - who are you? what do you? Why are you doing this? How did it get into other people's bodies...
There were so many questions that could be asked, and the mysteries and doubts between them were so deep. Shen Kong alone did not expect that Han Li would ask this question.
And he really... couldn't answer this question.
Because Shen Kong really doesn't know whether he will be teleported away again. Although the connection between Correctional Sanguan Studio and the small world seems to be gradually weakening, and the number of times the system contacts him has also been greatly reduced, The speed and voice of the responses have also gradually become smaller and smaller, but the specific results will not be known until the crisis is over.
Seemingly noticing Shen Kong's hesitation, Han Li suddenly took a step forward, and the distance between the two people instantly shortened.
He suddenly raised his hand and held down Shen Kong's arm, just where he had forced himself to let go, and his fingertips rubbed hard into the solid texture of Shen Kong's forearm -
Han Li stared stubbornly into Shen Kong's eyes, as if his sight could penetrate all the barriers between them, and cold fireworks burned deep in the dark pupils:
"In case you didn't know..."
He paused, as if he had made up his mind, and continued speaking word by word:
"I love you."
Han Li's eyes were deep and scorching, without concealment or pretense, as if he had openly cut his entire soul open in front of Shen Kong, holding a bloody and hot heart in his hand and handing it over.
Straightforward and passionate emotions overflowed from his suppressed voice and eyes, fluttering into the sky like moths to a flame, as if he was the only source of light in the boundless darkness, and he didn't care even if he was covered in bruises.
He didn't use any eclectic words.
Not like it.
Not a crush.
But love.
The author has something to say: I have been in a very bad state recently. Not only did I get sick due to the change of season, but I also fell into the Cavin Hell. In addition, there are many complicated matters in the third dimension.
I'm very sorry that I lost my voice a few days ago qvq
While working hard to adjust, I hope to try my best to give them a perfect ending in the next few days.
Love you guys
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