"No. 01AE86, name Shi Shanyan, height 189cm, weight 82kg. In 2160, he passed the black panther test and entered the special force. In 2162, he was expelled from the team and held in Guangtong Prison. The special-suit task review stated his self-control ability. Poor, lacks empathy, and has a strong tendency to dominate, repeatedly breaking the rules during the mission, and the danger index is specific S-level."
Yan Junxun picked up the cold beer, but instead of pulling it away, he put it on the side of his neck to cool down while the cold air was still there. His black hair was messy, and his skin was quite fair. While listening to Jiang Lian's words, he gently shook the sweat-drenched hair in front of his forehead, revealing his eyes.
His eyelids are very thin, and when they are drooping, they are not imposing, as if they just woke up and are a little absent-minded.
"Oh."
Yan Junxun looked at the dusty road in the distance and answered Jiang Lian's words like this.
Jiang Lian found it difficult, he pulled up his suit trousers, squatted down, and said, "We got Fu Chenghui's support during the 'Mite' arrest, and the number 01AE86 is a quid pro quo. Now the 'Mite' arrest is over, Fu Chenghui wants you to Cooperative case handling in the berthing area. Have you heard of him when you were in the special forces?"
Yan Junxun said, "I haven't heard of it."
The beer will soon stop being iced, and the drops of water dripped down Yan Junxun's neck into his neckline. He didn't seem to feel it, and there was only the sunset that was about to sink in the sky.
"Number 01," Yan Junxun said slowly, "this person either has a problem with his brain or a problem with his mind."
District 01 of Guangtong Prison is a retest area for severe problems, and the risk index of the detainees must meet the standard. As stated in the Specialized Mission Review No. 01AE86, he excelled in the test of destructive power.
"He is good at camouflage and likes to act alone," Yan Junxun took out the beer can, "maybe a sniper."
No. 01AE86's empathy ability and dominant tendency need to be noticed by teammates. He can stay in the Black Panther Special Forces for two years before being expelled from the team, which shows that he is very independent in action. Only the sniper has the smallest combat organization, which can be equipped with spotters and kill witnesses, or can operate alone.
"His reconnaissance, tracking, intelligence gathering, and ability to survive are all excellent," Yan Junxun's thumb was wet from a beer can, "How long did it take Fu Chenghui to catch him?"
Jiang Lian raised his finger and said, "One day. He stayed in the dormitory, waiting for Fu Chenghui to open the door."
"Then he did a good job in the Black Panther, he knew that he was very valuable, and that Fu Chenghui was reluctant to kill him. The 01 area of Guangtong Prison is a monitoring area every second, and he can still come out now, which proves that he performed normally in the Black Panther retest. .He knows how to regulate psychological pressure and has good patience. He is very happy in the 01 area, and he has no sleep problems after he does not need to perform dangerous tasks; he can concentrate highly, and the Black Panther retest is very simple for him ." Yan Junxun put down the beer can and said sadly, "I don't want to form a team with him."
This kind of person can easily disrupt Yan Junxun's steps, and then confuse his thoughts into a ball of twine. He doesn't like the mess in his head.
Jiang Lian considered his words: "Last night, the number 01AE86 has been sent to the berthing area prison, and you will be picked up by me."
Yan Jun thought for a moment and asked, "Do I need to bring a gift to see him?"
Jiang Lian sighed and said, "... Treat yourself as a gift."
The sun in the distance has disappeared, and the clouds in the evening are blocked by the dust in the sky, like a crumpled oil rag. The unique transport light iron in the berthing area passed not far away, causing the soles of people to feel numb. The air was filled with the stench of burning coal and steel, and the buildings as far as the eye could see were covered with layers of coal ash.
"Welcome him to the berthing area," Yan Junxun opened the beer can and took a sip. "He will soon find that Guangtong is heaven."
* * *
Three days later, the sky was overcast, and the wind and rain were mixed.
There are no tracks for light-transmission vehicles in the parking area. In this densely populated area, people still travel by car, so traffic congestion is one of the problems in the parking area, especially on rainy days. At this moment, overlooking the traffic conditions in the entire area, it is like a pile of eight-treasure porridge that has been overturned on the ground, and it cannot be cleared at all.
The rain hit the glass, blurring the silhouette of Yan Junxun projected on it. The car was stuck on the road, he was stuck in the car. The ID guide was beeping all the time, and the driving system in the car kindly reminded: "Mr. Yan, the prison is requesting a call."
Yan Junxun didn't say a word.
The driving system guessed that he was in a bad mood, and while blowing the horn, he turned on the interior lights for Yan Junxun, projecting a naive little orange dragon.
"Mr. Yan," Xiao Julong blinked, "the prison requested a call."
"Yan Junxun," Yan Junxun poked at the screen and peeled off the lollipop's candy wrapper, "It will be in an hour—"
Communication in the berthing area was poor on a cloudy day, with only snowflakes on the light screen. The other side said it several times and couldn't hear a response, so he could only shout at the top of his voice: "Hello? Hello! I'm the commissioner of Guangtong Prison, when will you arrive?"
Yan Junxun tilted his head away from the light screen and lengthened his voice: "I'm on the road."
"What?" the man on the other side said grumpily, inaudible. "Wherever you are, fuck, you have to be there in twenty minutes!"
Yan Junxun put the lollipop into his mouth and said politely, "Okay, big brother."
The other side has cut off the call.
The driving system Xiaojulong was silent for a moment, and said in a milk voice, "The system has calculated, the road conditions are poor in rainy days, and it is impossible to arrive on time in 20 minutes."
Yan Junxun raised his hand to turn off the autopilot system, and asked it strangely: "Why do you specifically switch the voice line?"
"I'm scared," the driving system screamed after a moment's pause, "Mr. Yan, please don't speed!"
Before it could finish speaking, Yan Junxun had already turned around. The old sports car squeezed out of the traffic lane, and rushed into the no-man's lane with the trash can like a bull. The roads here are in disrepair all the year round, and the most backward drainage ditches are exposed along the edges, and some sections of the road are still covered with manhole covers. The driving system made an "ahah" sound, and the alarm sounded around Yan Junxun.
"Mr. Yan!" The driving system burst into tears, "I'm going to report you to the Special Inspectorate!"
Yan Junxun increased his horsepower, the sports car almost flew up, the pendant in the car jumped excitedly, and the buildings of different heights on both sides cast colorful lights in the rainstorm. The car raced across the reinforced abandoned road, like a runaway wild horse, splashing dirty muddy water and dazed the driving system.
The sports car stopped abruptly as it rushed out of the alley, and the wheel of the car rubbed a half-meter-long mark on the asphalt, letting the old-fashioned truck on the other end pass first. The car was driving very slowly, and Yan Junxun saw an advertisement of "clean on time" posted on the car. The rain was so heavy that it washed the advertisements up, and they were all faded and looked shabby.
"I want to vomit," the driving system said, "I really want to vomit, I can, I'll vomit right away—"
Yan Junxun bit the candy and knocked the driving system to mute. The ID switch just called, and the displayed name was Jiang Lian.
"Come on..." Yan Junxun answered.
The window of the truck was not rolled up, and the woman in the driver's seat was scolding people while driving. She couldn't hear clearly through the rain. She could only see her smashing the steering wheel hard, and the spittle stars flew out and couldn't care to wipe it. .
"... Five minutes to come." Yan Junxun turned the steering wheel and went by the wrong truck.
* * *
Jiang Lian sat drinking tea at the guard post of the prison. Hearing the sound of a car coming from outside, he immediately greeted him and shouted to the car with an umbrella, "It's too inconvenient to drive on a rainy day!"
Yan Junxun got out of the car and entered the facial recognition office at the gate post inspection office.
"Welcome," the prison's automatic detection door opened to both sides and said softly, "warm welcome, the mooring prison is willing to provide you with the warmth of home."
"Thank you," Yan Junxun said seriously, "I have no plans to live here for the time being."
Jiang Lian's leather shoes soaked in rainwater, leaving wet footprints in the corridor. He wiped his spectacles with a handkerchief, and said as he walked: "Fu Yun, the special-dressed commissioner, is Fu Chenghui's nephew. He is the director of the Guangtong Prison, and is in charge of the transfer of number 01AE86. This man has a quick temper and speaks straight. ."
Saying that, Yan Junxun has already seen the person at the end of the corridor. Jiang Lian put the glasses back on, and smiled apologetically when shaking hands with the other party: "Sorry, Mr. Fu, it's been a long wait."
Fu Yun shook hands with Jiang Lian a little hesitantly. He nodded, forgiving them for being late, then frowned and said, "Mr. Yan is so young."
"Yeah," Jiang Lian said, "if Commander Fu hadn't called him by name, I wouldn't have dared to hand him over."
"To tell the truth, I don't agree with the number 01AE86 coming out to cooperate with the case, but old Fu is determined, and I can't do anything about it." Fu Yun walked ahead, and when he went through the layers of identification, he looked back at Yan Junxun again. "Have you been exposed to the Black Panther test?"
Yan Junxun answered ashamedly as he expected, "No."
"Yes." Fu Yun didn't hold out hope at all, he just asked casually.
The confinement door "Shu" strata opened, the warning system set up in the passage began to flash red lights, it repeated with a mechanical voice: "No. 01AE86 has been delivered, please maintain high alert. Repeat, No. 01AE86 has been delivered, please keep High alert."
After the final access control was checked three times, the tightly gnawed gears opened silently. The interior light was dim, Yan Junxun turned his back to the light, and only saw the old cell door of the mooring prison.
"You are still in the prison facility of the last century. It's too unsafe." Fu Yun raised his hand, smashed the sensor roughly, and shouted, "Number 01AE86!"
The door was silent.
"Number 01AE86," Fu Yun didn't look at Yan Junxun, but said to the sensor through the alarm, "Number 01AE86, don't fucking play dead!"
The restraint locks of the prison dashed violently, making a sound like fingernails scratching the walls, but no one showed their faces inside the prison door.
When Fu Yun was in the Guangtong prison, he didn't need to have close contact with the number 01AE86. Now the light screen of the prison in the parking area can't see the internal situation. He can only step in and move to the door while holding the baton behind his waist.
"Number 01AE86!" Fu Yun didn't rush close, but continued to peek inside the door with his eyes. If it weren't for the heat display on the sensor, he almost suspected that the number 01AE86 had run away.
"Damn, don't play tricks," Fu Yun pressed the door and shouted inside, "Shi Shanyan—"
A face suddenly appeared above the door, and Fu Yun's hair stood on end, and he leaned back subconsciously. Who knew that the pass opening of the mooring prison was so wide, his belt was grabbed, and the moment he wanted to retreat, the whole person had hit the prison door.
The system immediately alarmed frantically, shouting: "Warning! Stay away from No. 01AE86! Warning! Please leave No. 01AE86 quickly!"
"Alert!" Jiang Lian immediately drew his gun.
"say hi."
No. 01AE86's voice was low, as if it was a beast patrolling the site. His dark eyes stared at Fu Yun, as if staring at a panicked prey. He leaned a little closer to the prison door, and there was a murky, indiscernible laugh in his throat.
"Don't panic," No. 01AE86 looked around, and finally landed on Yan Junxun precisely, while still talking to Fu Yun, "Listen, slam... You peeed your pants."
Fu Yun lowered his head in panic, but found that he didn't have any at all. He became angry and said, "Fuck!"
The number 01AE86, in the sound of the warning system, blew a comfortable whistle towards Yan Junxun and said happily, "Hello."
The author has something to say: Shi attacked Yan Shou, Shi Shan Yan attacked Yan Jun Xun Shou. No dismantling, no reversal, author Ju Lei.
[It is recommended not to have high expectations and enter the pit with caution. Read the text as you like.]
Overhead suspense is the second disease, please see the copy when you read the copy.
Unreal to suspense, non-serious to suspense, abnormal to suspense.
It is recommended to mention it casually, and the background will never change.