The expressions of Ma Houde and Ye Yan became extremely solemn.
From last night to now, neither of them closed their eyes for more than five minutes even though kingkong had been imprisoned.
But Yu Hua died.
The people who rushed to the old doctor's place without stopping took a look at the scene, and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat!
Yu Hua's death is really too appalling!
His whole body fell into a thick, almost black pool of blood. Most of the muscles on the body are bursting, and the whole person looks like no one is intact... The real blood and flesh is probably the situation at the scene.
and cracks in the floor.
After opening Yu Hua's body, Ye Yan watched everything here silently. He frowned, "The damage should be caused by Yu Hua..."
Private Ma also frowned and said, "What kind of torture is needed to torture a person into such a state..."
Ma Houde looked at the pale old Chinese doctor behind him, "You really didn't see anything? You couldn't hear a single sound after making it look like this?"
The old Chinese doctor shook his head, with palpitations all over his face, "Sir Ma, how can I lie to you? Since you have been on the job to the present, you have seen iron sprains at my place for decades. Who am I, you Still not clear? I saw this situation as soon as I woke up, and I will contact you immediately!"
"This..." Ma Houde took a deep breath, the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood, just like the smell in the sewer full of dead fish corpses, it was fishy and smelly!
"Could it be someone from the Michael club?" He had to look at his old partner Ye Yan, and asked the first thought in his heart.
Ye Yan shook his head, sighed and said, "Whether it's true or not, Yu Hua's clue is broken... Besides, he's just on the buyer's side, so he probably doesn't know much about the Michael club. The key is still kingkong."
Ma Houde nodded and said: "I will let people watch this guy 24 hours a day. He can't even commit suicide! I don't believe that man from the Michael club has the guts to rush into the situation!"
As he said that, Private Ma patted Ye Yan on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, brother, I will send more people. As long as that lady is still here, I will definitely help you find it... In addition, there are those Batch!"
Ye Yan patted Ma Houde's palm on his shoulder, smiled reluctantly, he let out a long breath, looked at the sky outside the window, "It's dawn."
"Shall I take you back to the Peace Hotel to rest?" Ma Houde thought for a while and asked.
Ye Yan shook his head, "No, I want to be alone... Please let me know if there is any news from Kingkong, keep in touch."
"You won't suddenly disappear again this time, right?" Ma Houde said seriously.
"It's okay, go and report to your tigress first." Ye Yan smiled slightly, shook the black windbreaker on his body, and walked out the door.
…
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First, after washing his face, Luo Qiu looked at himself in the mirror... The feeling in the Chinese medicine room not long ago has slowly faded from his heart.
Yu Hua let his emotions suddenly break through his usual calm, and after he finished the transaction, it was like an oil lamp was burned out.
He quickly returned to his room and sat down at the desk.
Put two letters here... this is what jes privately wrote before. Of course, according to her request, the contents of these two letters are now void.
But invalidation does not mean that it cannot be opened and viewed, and the agreed time has passed, am, 7:01.
Luo Qiu tore open the first letter.
"There is an island in the Pacific Ocean, which is the 'paradise' of Michael's clubhouse. There are many people living there, children, adults... believers. So, please liberate those people on this island. If my soul If it is not enough, at least rescue my mother and let her break away from the belief of the Michael Hall, so that she can start a new life, and forget my existence."
Not much content.
But this is already what jes private a wants from the club after considering the failure of his actions.
Luo Qiu took the letter and placed it on top of the trash can next to it. With Jessie already knowing that her mother was a hoax, the letter is worthless.
It burned in the air, and the ashes slowly scattered in the small trash can.
Luo Qiu closed his eyes, put his palm on the second letter, and didn't open it right away.
…
This kind of lock has no way to stop Ye Yan.
The moment he opened the door, he suddenly remembered the scene where jes privately handed over her gun to him not long ago. He let out a long breath and ran his fingers across the furniture in this unit.
He sat on the sofa and closed his eyes... Beside him, it seemed that private Jes was sitting next to her, as if she was sitting here concentrating on listening to the bug that was secretly installed in Luo Qiu's house downstairs collected sound.
Ye Yan covered his ears with his hands, and tilted his head slightly.
He thought, jes private a should also look like this.
Suddenly, Ye Yan pinched his fingers and put them lightly on his lips. He imagined, imagined the recording pen he was holding in his hand, and imagined what she would say if it was Jes' private a.
"I... came here, came to Ye Yan's hometown...?"
Ye Yan put down his hand, and showed a smile that was neither happy nor sad, even he himself didn't know... probably a smile.
He looked casually in this living room, but suddenly saw a black box under the coffee table of the sofa.
Ye Yan subconsciously took out the box. He touched the leather of the box... It was a suitcase shape that he was very familiar with.
Ye Yan opened it.
A saxophone, a letter, and a USB drive.
It was a two-page envelope.
…
"To Ye Yan:"
"I know that you will come here again, and it is very likely that it will be soon. I know that you should also be very puzzled about who I am."
"I have always been a member of the Michael Club. Since childhood, I have grown up under the organization's training."
"Yes, I have always thought in my heart that Michael's clubhouse is the object of my faith that I will devote my whole life to. Until, until I met you."
"I even remember, three years ago, when I was at the airport, when I first saw you in the crowd. You were full of beards, like a drunk who hadn't woken up. Also, the eyes in your eyes Melancholy."
"Three years, won't you smile happily?"
"I know that there is always a person in your heart. And I, maybe in my whole life, there is no way to be that person."
"But in the past three years, during the twenty-five years of blank life in my life, you have been missing."
"I'm afraid I'm the kind of person you hate the most. Because you can't imagine how many things I did that violated your values during the time I was lurking in the Interpol, and how many innocent people I let into In the whirlpool of misfortune. You can't even imagine how many things I have done for the so-called belief before this, which seems incredible now."
"I am a demon. And now the demon will become an Avenger."
"The information in this USB flash drive is all that I know, the information about the spies arranged by the organization at the headquarters, their criminal evidence, and the information that allowed you to be framed. These are enough for you to prove your innocence and allow you to Get a nice job."
"Do you remember? Three years ago, you gave me a piece of credit. I think what you said back then is also applicable now. It's just that the person who spoke has become me."
"Ye Yan, please don't look for me."
"Finally, can you play the saxophone for me?"
Ye Yan closed his eyes and let out a slow breath: "jes private a..."
…
Luo Qiu tore open the second letter.
"If I fail and die, if the Michael club also punishes my mother and dies in anger, please let Ye Yan live happily in this life. And, forget me."
Luo Qiu didn't burn it.
He just folded the letter carefully and slowly put it into the envelope again.
When the familiar sound of the saxophone was faintly heard upstairs, Luo Qiu locked the letter in his hand into the drawer. He closed his eyes.
He placed his hands in front of him, imagining that he was also holding a saxophone, his fingers bounced up and down with the sound and rhythm coming from him.
That's the fingering for this piece.
Upstairs, Ye Yan picked up the saxophone left by Jes' private a, and stood in the quiet hall of the living room. The early morning light made the place as lazy and dim as a stage.
He played slowly: "yesterday/one/More".
…
She stood on the top of the building, looking at the rising sun.
She covered her left ear with one hand, felt the breeze, and listened to the sound coming from the small earphone.
The breeze lifted her hair and at the same time blew away her thoughts.
A tear fell.
"Thanks… "(.)