"Fart!" Fang Daichuan turned his head and scolded, "Isn't it over with such a thing? The boss's insiders have come out? He can really figure it out. How does Niu Xinyan know about the boss's insiders? Damn it Why don't you find a low-key insider with a boss and choose someone on the bright side? Do you think I'm stupid?"
Du Wei raised his head and laughed, his face was covered by the rainstorm. He seemed to have heard some great joke, and he was out of breath from laughing. Fang Daichuan was furious at his laughter, his eyes were sharp as a knife, and he stared at him firmly.
After a while, Du Wei stopped laughing. He covered his stomach and said in a low voice, "Do you believe it or not, is it important?"
Fang Daichuan gritted his teeth.
"It doesn't matter whether the boss has inside information. It doesn't matter whether Niu Xinyan has evidence. It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. The important thing is that I believe, Chen Huixin, Yang Songxin. As for Ding Zihui, if you have the opportunity to see her alive, You might as well ask, does she believe it or not?"
Fang Daichuan's heart sank to the bottom of the sea in an instant.
good means. Li Sinian felt emotional in his heart. Even Li Sinian can't help but admire Niu Xinyan's ability to drag himself into such a situation by using a sentence that is difficult to distinguish between true and false after death.
Fang Daichuan didn't have his compassionate mind, he clenched his teeth, his jaw line was tense, wishing he could go back to the rocks and drag Niu Xinyan's body into the sea to feed the fish. A specious lie, mixed with many truths, in exchange for Li Sinian's Christmas Day, which he had scraped together in a few days, wasted, and in exchange for his painstaking efforts to achieve consummation, he was completely wronged.
He wanted to say something more, but Li Sinian grabbed his wrist, dragged him, and continued walking up the mountain.
Fang Daichuan hesitated a little.
"If I die...you remember to take my pen and notebook, there are some things in the leather, you remember to look."
Getting farther and farther away from Du Wei, Li Sinian suddenly spoke.
His sudden assumption was so real, Fang Daichuan shivered violently.
"Don't be afraid," Li Sinian felt the instant cold temperature of his fingertips. He found a tree at random, pushed Fang Daichuan onto the trunk, squeezed his eyes tightly, and coaxed in a low voice, "No matter what, I will let you live, trust me."
A strange ominous feeling enveloped Fang Daichuan's heart. He jumped up, hugged Li Sinian's neck, and put his forehead on his shoulder: "Live together! The two of us, together."
Li Sinian was taken aback. He turned his head slightly, rubbing his lips against his temple, a dry and shallow kiss.
He seemed to be smiling, and agreed in Fang Daichuan's ear, "Okay."
"When we go back, would you like to come to my house? My friends are easy to get along with, and they will be very happy. I have another friend like you." Fang Daichuan's voice was buried on the side of Li Sinian's neck. Smelling the scent of aftershave on the other party's body, the lingering freshness of the top notes has dissipated, leaving only the bottom notes of flint and cedar, a surging and dangerous fragrance.
The smell won't dissipate even in the rain.
Li Sinian agreed, "Okay."
"Let's go eat oysters and drink Tsingtao beer. If you want, I can accompany you to the Arctic Village to watch the aurora." Fang Daichuan said, sniffling, pitifully.
Li Sinian still replied: "Okay."
The rain is getting tighter.
The sound of rain covered up many traces, and it also made the fugitives have no time to care about the traces left on the ground. Mud footprints, crushed grass, and broken branches and leaves are all directional clues in front of the careful mercenaries. However, when Fang Daichuan and Li Sinian followed the traces to the edge of the back mountain canyon, Ding Zihui and Yang Song had completely disappeared.
Fang Daichuan peeked into the gap: "Did they fall?"
The gap was bottomless, and the trees grew up from the ground brutally, covering one side of the sky in a dense cage. The opening of the crack seemed to be an ugly scar on the island, and the scar was bulging, and I don't know how much it was gushing. Maggots.
Li Sinian circled around the opening of the crack, carefully inspecting the bushes on the edge. The small red fruit without a name hangs upside down on the branch of the bush. I don't know if it can be eaten.
"There is no sign of rolling down," Li Sinian said, "I'll look around, be careful, Ding Zihui seems to have something like a crossbow in his hand, which can shoot out syringes."
Fang Daichuan glanced around: "There is no place suitable for an ambush nearby, and the rain is too heavy."
Fang Daichuan remembered the first day he came to this island, it was Ding Zihui who first smiled at him. What did Ding Zihui think at that time? Is it kindness to strangers, or as she said, is it implying something? In just four or five days, the soft girl at the beginning has become like this. Is this what the boss wants to see
Anger welled up in Fang Daichuan's heart, as well as some indescribable sadness.
"Here!" Li Sinian greeted from a distance.
Fang Daichuan froze, and ran two quick steps in his direction. Then he stopped suddenly.
Is Ding Zihui dead? that girl
He saw Li Sinian standing in a patch of grass, bending over to test the breath of the people on the ground. The figure of the person lying on the ground was hidden in the grass, and he couldn't see clearly. Only the exquisite curves showed that it was a girl.
Of course it was a girl, Fang Daichuan smiled wryly at his ability to spread his thoughts and complain in a critical moment. There are only three living men on this island, and Du Wei is behind them.
"She's still alive!" Li Sinian shouted.
Fang Daichuan gasped out of the breath held in his chest, his scalp tightened, as if he finally touched the thin air after drowning for a long time.
"How is she?" He hurried forward.
Not Ding Zihui.
It's Yang Song.
Fang Daichuan's breath just now dissipated instantly. The cold rain fell down his hair and slid from the neckline to his waist, and the wet and cold touch made him shiver.
"Why... is it you?" He was a little dumbfounded.
Yang Song's face was pale, and his face was dripping with water. He didn't know whether it was rain or sweat. She held a few empty tubes of poison in one hand, covered her shoulder with the other hand, and stared at the sky absent-mindedly.
Li Sinian opened her arm, and there was an injection spot on her left shoulder. The blood did not form a scab, and was mixed with yellowish tissue fluid, dripping down.
A needle fell aside.
Li Sinian picked it up and looked at it, it was the same as the one that ambushed him.
"This is... what's going on?" Fang Daichuan froze in place. He watched Yang Song rush out the door with a golden knife, carrying the three bottles of poison left by Niu Xinyan to chase Ding Zihui. Who would have thought that the last person lying here would be Yang Song.
Yang Song took two hard breaths, his cheeks were wet, and dripped down the side of his face. Fang Daichuan saw clearly this time, tears were on her face.
"Do you have the antidote... help me..." Yang Song desperately grabbed Fang Daichuan's clothes. She had already started to feel pain and her breathing was not smooth.
Fang Daichuan squatted down following her strength, and looked at Li Sinian begging for help.
Li Sinian sighed and looked away.
"Help me... I beg you..." Yang Song cried, "I don't want to die, I really don't want to die..." The desire to survive drove her, and her hands became so strong that she pinched Fang Daichuan's lapel tightly. clothes corner.
Fang Daichuan half embraced her, and put his fingers weakly on her shoulders: "I have... used it for Li Sinian..."
"Please!" Yang Song interrupted him, shaking his head and refusing to listen to his explanation, as if he was her only straw.
Fang Daichuan was ruthless, closed his eyes and said in despair: "I'm sorry... I can't save you."
Yang Song opened his eyes in despair. Fang Daichuan couldn't bear to look at her expression, so he turned his head away.
He didn't see that Yang Song's originally clear eyes gradually became cloudy and cold. She stared at Fang Daichuan, groping on the ground with her right hand, and touched the syringe that had stuck into her shoulder.
"Simply... let's die together... let's die together!" She shook her head, cried loudly, raised her arm high, and slammed into Fang Daichuan's arm that was supporting her!