Nine p.m.
The night was getting dark, and it was pouring rain.
Beside the road, under the eaves of the abandoned building, sat two people.
Mo Shangyun was holding a pack of cigarettes bought at a convenience store. The cigarette pack was not torn open. She was playing with it in her hand and a lighter in the other hand. With her occasional movements, the flames suddenly jumped out, but it soon disappeared. went out.
Liang Zhiqiong sat beside her and was silent. Rain splashed on her white face, and the water droplets splashed from the ground were a bit dirty, but she didn't wipe it, just hugged her knees and looked worriedly at Mo, who said nothing. Shangyun.
Liang Zhiqiong's thoughts were a little complicated.
The battle was over at ten past eight.
Zheng Cun, who jumped off the building with the robber who tied the bomb, died on the spot.
Shen Qing was taken to the hospital by ambulance.
Liang Zhiqiong, who has been involved all the time, has no sense of reality until now, as if she was in a dream. She watched it happen like this, and there was no room for resistance from beginning to end.
Those who were still comforting them before the action, and who smiled kindly with them, after the action was over, just lay on the ground, motionless.
Liang Zhiqiong only glanced at it.
However, with just that one glance, she still couldn't stop her scalp tingling when she recalled it.
Without Zheng Cun's last move, the one who lay still would be everyone present at the time.
including her.
Liang Zhiqiong exhaled deeply.
Three minutes after the incident, Zheng Su and Xiao Yi arrived. Xiao Yi and Shen Qing got into the ambulance. Zheng Su kept crying. When he saw Mo Shangyun, he subconsciously wanted to rush up, but was stopped by someone. .
Mo Shangyun stood for a minute, said hello to someone, and left.
After leaving, Mo Shangjun sat here all the time except buying a pack of cigarettes on the road.
Liang Zhiqiong didn't know what to do, so he accompanied him all the way.
Finally, Mo Shangyun pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.
The smoke shone with the light of the stars, looming, white smoke curled up, entwined with the mist of the rain, and the vision under the eaves became hazy.
Liang Zhiqiong looked at Mo Shangyun's familiar smoking action, and an idea flashed in his mind subconsciously - "This is definitely not the first time Mo Shangyun has smoked".
But what is this
Liang Zhiqiong retracted his gaze and looked forward.
On this street, no one passed by, and the desolate and desolate scene on the edge of the city is a bit unimaginable.
There are street lights on the road, but some of them are broken. The nearest street light is also ten meters away, and the light is dim. Under the cover of this heavy rain curtain, the light is even darker.
Liang Zhiqiong hugged her knees tightly, feeling an unstoppable chill from head to toe. Her clothes were soaked by the rain. The wet clothes were close to her skin. Like in the bones. Every once in a while, Liang Zhiqiong would tremble unconsciously.
She took time to look at Mo Shangyun. In the weak light, it could be seen that when the rain fell from under the eaves, it was blown onto Mo Shangyun along with the cold wind. The hair under the brim of the hat was dripping wetly. A white long-sleeved The T-shirt was also wet, and she threw the black jacket on the ground and placed it with her backpack.
With the brim of her hat covering her, she couldn't see her face clearly, but the white smoke rising from curling up shrouded her whole body.
Liang Zhiqiong bit his lip lightly.
At this moment, Mo Shangyun's mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and it vibrated continuously—it was a phone call.
Mo Shangyun snuffed out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, and took out his phone.
It was Yan Tianxing's phone number.
She glanced at it twice, didn't answer, just pinched it.
Then, shut down.
The phone was thrown into her backpack by her.
She took out another cigarette and lit it.
"Mo Shangyun, what are you thinking?" Liang Zhiqiong finally couldn't help asking.
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangjun tilted his head slightly and glanced at her.
Liang Zhiqiong saw Mo Shangyun's eyes, the long and beautiful phoenix eyes, as dark and bright as always, but with a little bloodshot, showing exhaustion in her expression.
Mo Shangyun quickly retracted his gaze, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, stretched his bent right leg forward, stepped over a few steps, and placed it directly outside the eaves, letting the rain drip onto it.
She leaned back against the closed door.
"Am I a year younger than you?"
With his right hand resting behind his head, Mo Shangyun raised his head slightly, looking at the pitch-dark night sky that was half-covered by the eaves, his voice was light, and there was no emotion at all.
She seemed to be simply questioning.
"... Hmm." Liang Zhiqiong responded, "Are you thinking about this?"
His eyes moved slightly, and Mo Shangyun glanced at her again.
Meeting her gaze, Liang Zhiqiong's heart subconsciously tightened.
"I'm thinking," Mo Shangyun raised his eyes to the sky, his tone paused, and after a while, Liang Zhiqiong could only hear the sound of rain before hearing her soft voice fall into his ears, "Why, heroes can't live above In good days, good people will be short-lived, bad people will live long and die happily, some people will suffer unwarranted disasters just because of bad luck, and those who have done nothing wrong will lose their loved ones because of other people's mistakes. We hope that we can save everything, the result We can only watch ourselves being saved; we hope that there will be less bad things, but often only worse things will happen; we hope that right and wrong can be clearly distinguished, and we end up confusing ourselves Confused. You say, why... eh?"
With a slight nasal sound, Mo Shangyun tilted his head slightly.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Liang Zhiqiong felt that Mo Shangyun's emotions were not right. In a trance, he saw the flash of light in Mo Shangyun's eyes, and the light was surprisingly dazzling.
Liang Zhiqiong lowered her eyelids and buried her head in her knees. For some reason, she wanted to cry.
"I have no idea."
For a long time, Liang Zhiqiong muttered.
She suddenly thought that before, she was ambitious and believed that she could do things with hard work, but in the end, nothing was accomplished;
She suddenly thought that in the past, she believed that something was either black or white, but as time passed and she encountered a lot of things, she realized that there was a gray area between black and white;
She suddenly thought that in the past, she had also insisted that kindness defeat evil, justice defeats evil, but the reality is often very cruel...
There are too many things that can't be done.
The truth is, most of the time, there's nothing they can do.
So many ideas that persisted became self-righteous, like wishful thinking.
She thought of Zheng Cun, and when she heard downstairs that his wife had also been buried at the hands of the gangsters; she thought of Zheng Su, when she saw Zheng Su who was holding Zheng Cun crying in despair, she realized that she should apologize - she had no position to accuse Zheng Su. Su, because Zheng Su did lose her father; she thought of Shen Qing, that beautiful but powerless girl, maybe she got into Zheng Su's car with a little bad attitude. She suffered the cruelest revenge.
Mo Shangyun slowly finished a cigarette.
Then, she sat up, took her phone, jacket, backpack, and stood up from the ground.
Hearing the movement beside him, Liang Zhiqiong raised his head and looked up at Mo Shangyun, who was standing upright.
"Let's go." Mo Shangyun's voice was a little hoarse.
"where to?"
Liang Zhiqiong asked subconsciously, speaking softly.
Putting her coat on her shoulders, Mo Shangyun walked down the steps and stopped when she came into the rain. She turned around and looked at Liang Zhiqiong, whose eyes had been falling on her.
"Hospital."
Mo Shangyun replied.
Central hospital.
It was eleven o'clock in the evening when Mo Shangjun and Liang Zhiqiong arrived.
The rain is still falling, and it has a tendency to increase.
Mo Shangyun and Liang Zhiqiong, whose clothes were just dry, got out of the taxi and got soaked in the rain again when they got to the hospital building.
Shen Qing just came out of the emergency room and was sent to the ward.
Mo Shangyun inquired about the information, and let Liang Zhiqiong stay below, and went to Shen Qing's ward by himself.
However, she did not enter the ward.
She met Xiao Yi in the corridor.
Xiao Yi sat on the bench, bent over, held his head in his hands, and opened his coat, looking a little dejected and tired.
Mo Shangyun glanced at it and walked straight towards him.
As soon as he stood still, Xiao Yi put down his hand and raised his head.
Seeing Mo Shangyun, Xiao Yi was stunned for a moment, then he slowed down his seriousness and coldness, and he greeted indifferently, "It's you."
"how is she?"
Mo Shangjun glanced at the closed door of the ward.
"Just..." Xiao Yi paused and said softly, "That way."
What happened, they all knew.
those beasts...
Xiao Yi clenched his fist tightly.
After a while, he released his hand and asked, "I heard one escaped?"
"Um."
Mo Shangyun lowered his eyelids and answered in a low voice.
One of them escaped, and the iron railing of the window was removed to escape. He should have planned the route in advance, so he escaped quickly, and the SWAT team let him run halfway after chasing him.
When she was leaving, she heard someone ordering to check the surveillance, but she probably didn't catch it.
Xiao Yi fell silent.
He didn't know what to say.
In this matter, the only one he can resent is Zheng Su, but he heard that Zheng Su's father Zheng Cun died with the robbers.
So, Shen Qing was lucky to be able to come back alive.
Mo Shangyun stood quietly, and after a while, she whispered: "Zheng Su asked Shen Qing to get on the bus, it should be related to me."
"what?"
Xiao Yi's eyes flashed with surprise.
Mo Shangyun talked about the fact that Shen Qing was photographed by Zheng Su the night she committed suicide.
It was at that time that Zheng Su began to pay attention to Shen Qing.
Without Mo Shangyun, even if Zheng Su was familiar with Shen Qing, she would not let Shen Qing get in the car. According to Mo Shangyun's understanding of Zheng Su, Zheng Su was helping out on the one hand, and on the other hand, he just wanted to get some information about Mo Shangyun from Shen Qing.
Mo Shangjun said his guess.
"So," Xiao Yi raised his head and looked at Mo Shangyun with red eyes, trying his best to hide his excitement, "Do you want Shen Qing to hate you?"
After a two-second pause, Mo Shangjun said calmly, "Just tell her that."
After speaking, she turned to leave.
"Mo Shangyun!"
Xiao Yi got up, his tone became more serious, and he stopped her.
The passing nurse gave Xiao Yi a warning look, but was ignored by Xiao Yi.
The nurse left with a bad look on her face.
Mo Shangyun stopped, turned slightly sideways, and looked at Xiao Yi.
"You know Shen Qing, she will hate Zheng Su, absolutely. In fact, without Zheng Su, she really would not have encountered this. Although she also knows that Zheng Su is not malicious. But you don't have to. You pity Zheng Su. Su, of course, she is very pitiful, but you have nothing to do with this matter. It is her business that Zheng Su hates you, and Shen Qing has no reason to turn his hatred on you." Xiao Yi took a deep breath and said word by word, " Mo Shangyun, you saved Shen Qing twice, and you are her savior."
Mo Shangyun was stunned for a moment.
Then, she said, "Let her judge for herself."
Putting his left hand in his trouser pocket and his right hand holding the collar of his jacket over his shoulder, Mo Shangyun turned and left.
Xiao Yi silently watched Mo Shangyun leave.
His eyes were slightly wide, and his chest was hot. I don't know if it was anger or something else.
After a long while, he let out a breath.
He suddenly admired Mo Shangyun.
Do all leaders like to put everything on themselves
When I was young, I felt that I was omnipotent, so I could take on everything.
Without Mo Shangyun's phone call, Shen Qing might be even worse off.
Without Mo Shangyun's participation, Shen Qing and Zheng Cun might have died.
However, Mo Shangyun took on Zheng Su's hatred and wanted to take on Shen Qing's anger.
Is it because... Does she feel like she can't do more
Xiao Yi's thoughts were a little confused.
He sat back on the bench, lowered his head, and thought irritably.
After leaving Xiao Yi, Mo Shangyun found a nurse to find out about Shen Qing's situation, and then went downstairs to find Liang Zhiqiong.
"How's it going?"
As soon as he saw Mo Shangyun, Liang Zhiqiong, who had been running around in circles in a hurry, ran over.
"not so good."
Mo Shangjun gave Liang Zhiqiong a helpless look.
Honestly, it's pretty miserable.
However, even if Shen Qing's injuries were repeated one by one, Mo Shangyun couldn't do it.
It's too bad, so I can't say it.
Liang Zhiqiong seemed to be able to guess something, and lowered his head in disappointment.
"Let's go." Mo Shangyun said.
"where to?"
Liang Zhiqiong followed Mo Shangyun's pace.
Mo Shangyun glanced at her, "Hotel."
"I," Liang Zhiqiong stopped abruptly and blinked, "I don't have an ID card."
It can be said that she just came out to play, she brought nothing but a mobile phone.
Mo Shangjun pressed his eyebrows with a headache, and said softly, "I see."
Seeing that Mo Shangyun didn't respond much, Liang Zhiqiong looked at her back suspiciously, and finally decided to follow Mo Shangyun's pace.
A car was stopped outside the hospital, Mo Shangyun reported the address of the Yuntian Hotel, and then got into the car with Liang Zhiqiong.
In normal times, Liang Zhiqiong would definitely be amazed at the fact that "Mo Shangyun is such a local tyrant", but the fact that happened tonight made people uneasy. She just gave Mo Shangyun a symbolic look, and then she fell down. in the back seat.
She collapsed weakly, but her mind was extremely awake. She obviously couldn't lift up any strength, but she was not sleepy at all.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated.
She took out her phone and saw that it was Peng Yuqiu's message, she was stunned for a moment, then tapped her finger and entered the message.
Peng Yuqiu asked where she was.
Liang Zhiqiong glanced at it, logged out of the message, and when she turned off her phone, she realized that she was in a very calm mood—almost numb calm.
After a while, she looked at Mo Shangyun on the side, "Is it alright if your phone is not turned on?"
It seems that Mo Shangjun is still leading the military training period, so there should be many people looking for her.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded lightly, without raising his eyelids.
Liang Zhiqiong gave an "oh" and didn't speak again.
She said it's okay to be okay.
Anyway, I don't want to say anything.
It was obviously much easier than training in the army, but she felt exhausted, as if all her strength was exhausted, and she couldn't squeeze out any excess.
She didn't even dare to close her eyes.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Zheng Cun's amiable face appeared in his mind, and in a blink of an eye, it was the scene of Zheng Cun lying on the ground no longer lifeless, which made one's scalp tingle.
Haven't seen such a scene.
After the last actual fight with Mo Shangyun, for several days, she would dream of that man named Lu Yang and those dead people.
It was the living Lu Yang who saved her.
She comforted herself that she had done a good deed and saved Lu Yang, so she slowly recovered.
But... how about this time
Liang Zhiqiong looked out of the car window in confusion.
The calm city night scene, the passersby walking under the rain curtain, and the vehicles passing from the side lanes all made her feel a deep sense of strangeness.
It seems that these things that are usually seen everywhere, at this moment, are too far away from her.
A car window separates two worlds.
In this world, there is darkness and coldness that cannot be resolved.
At 12:00, the taxi arrived at Yuntian Hotel.
Mo Shangjun gave the money and got off the bus with Liang Zhiqiong.
I didn't want to come here, but Mo Shangyun didn't have an ID card, so he could only live in a room with no money with Liang Zhiqiong.
Without the check-in procedure that Liang Zhiqiong thought, Mo Shangjun took Liang Zhiqiong directly into the hotel elevator.
Liang Zhiqiong was full of doubts, and after seeing Mo Shangjun taking out a room card, he gradually understood what was going on.
"How long have you ordered?"
Following Mo Shangyun into the suite, Liang Zhiqiong couldn't hold back and asked.
"I don't know, someone else gave it."
Mo Shangyun glanced at her, threw the room card into the card slot, and turned on the light.
Liang Zhiqiong walked into the living room and muttered unabashedly, "You're not being fostered, are you?"
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and Mo Shangyun smashed her coat on her head.
Liang Zhiqiong pulled off his jacket and swept the suite around. Seeing Mo Shangyun entered the bedroom, he followed.
Mo Shangyun was looking for something in the closet.
Liang Zhiqiong approached curiously and found a large wardrobe filled with all kinds of clothes, not only women's but also men's.
He subconsciously thought that Mo Shangyun had a cross-dressing addiction, but Liang Zhiqiong glanced at the size of the clothes and estimated that the clothes were at least two yards larger than Mo Shangyun, so he was stunned on the spot.
Mo Shangjun found two sets of clothes to change, and gave one of them to Liang Zhiqiong.
Last time I went shopping, I bought some loose clothes, just enough for Liang Zhiqiong, who was a little taller than her.
"Are you really taken care of?"
Bewildered, Liang Zhiqiong asked Mo Shangjun incredulously as he took over the clothes.
Mo Shangyun gave her a cold look, and threw her a new women's bathrobe.
Seeing that Mo Shangyun was about to leave the bedroom, Liang Zhiqiong quickly stopped her, "Do you have a partner? Who is the man?"
"Yan Tianxing."
Seeing her unrelenting appearance, Mo Shangyun said helplessly.
"..." Liang Zhiqiong was sluggish in place for three seconds, and finally nodded suddenly, "No wonder."
As early as during the assessment in March, it was found that Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing had something to do with each other, and it is not surprising that they are together now.
That is, the fact that Mo Shangjun got rid of the single one step earlier made Liang Zhiqiong feel a touch of sadness...
"You already live together?"
Liang Zhiqiong followed Mo Shangyun closely.
"… "
"Is it the last step of development?"
"… "
"Tell me, how does it feel to fall in love with Lord Yama?"
"… "
"Are you planning to get married?"
"… "
Mo Shangyun came to the bathroom door and stood still.
Liang Zhiqiong, who was following behind, almost smashed her head at the bathroom door.
"I don't have the habit of bathing with others." Mo Shangyun said lightly.
"… "
Liang Zhiqiong silently took a step back.
Mo Shangyun opened the door, entered the bathroom, and closed the door.
Three moves in one go.
Liang Zhiqiong held a pile of clothes and looked up at the ceiling.
All right.
Mo Shangjun is not here, what should she do
Mo Shangyun took a shower and came out.
She changed into a clean set of casual clothes.
"I'm going to the group." Mo Shangjun said to Liang Zhiqiong who was sitting on the sofa in a daze as soon as he got out of the bathroom, "I'll have someone bring you some supper and ginger soup later."
Liang Zhiqiong already had symptoms of a cold, but she didn't notice it herself.
"And me?"
Liang Zhiqiong raised his head, and in a trance, he only heard the words in front of Mo Shangyun, and ignored the words behind.
Mo Shangjun said, "someone will find you tomorrow."
Turning around, Liang Zhiqiong put his hands on the sofa, his chin resting on his hands, looked at Mo Shangyun eagerly, and said word by word: "Mo Shangyun, we are friends of life and death."
"… Um."
Liang Zhiqiong pouted, "Can't you sleep with me all night?"
"Turn on the lights if you can't fall asleep," Mo Shangyun found a pair of sneakers and put them on. "If you can't, turn on the TV, make phone calls, and do whatever you want."
"Mo Shangyun—" Liang Zhiqiong refused to forgive.
"I'll come back to accompany you after I finish my business." Mo Shangjun interrupted her.
"Okay." Liang Zhiqiong finally agreed, "Come back early."
"Um."
Mo Shangyun put on his shoes and went out.
256. Yan Tianxing, I killed someone [two more]