"Do you do it, Sister Yin?"
The sun passed through the lush treetops in front of the village and fell on the unclear candid photos of the mobile phone. saw people coming and going in front of the glass door of the bookstore. A young man in ordinary clothes turned to the camera and was taking off his sunglasses, revealing a small half. Side cheeks.
Sister Yin's full lips showed a slightly distorted smile, then put away the phone, did not reply to the voice message, raised her head and walked into Muzhai.
——The border between China and Myanmar, Yangshan, Tarotzhai.
The sun shines on the lush mountains, the second-story hall of the wooden building is spacious and cool, and a beautiful girl covered in jingle silver ornaments is covered in robes, filled a long silver pot with tea, and a cup is dedicated to the blond white man on the main seat. A cup was dedicated to the handsome and elegant man wearing silver-rimmed glasses in the guest seat. When he met the smiling eyes of the other party, he couldn't help but feverishly. A pair of beautiful eyes gave him a bold glance.
"Like?" Shark asked casually.
Qin Chuan took a sip of tea without comment.
"In order to show my generosity, she is yours." Shark put the teacup in his hand, and smiled while cutting his cigar: "But you may have to wait until you successfully persuade Mr. Wan Changwen to come back and take her away... …What is your name, tell boss Qin?"
The beautiful girl replied shyly in a Burmese dialect: "My name is A Ting."
Qin Chuan took a sip of tea: "Puff!"
shark:"……"
Girl: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Qin Chuan calmly wiped all the water on his body: “It’s true that I’ve been allergic to the person whose name has stopped since I was a child. I got a rash as soon as I got close, and in severe cases, breathing difficulties caused by upper respiratory tract congestion, so let’s forget it. Right."
At the same time in everyone's heart: This is also OK? !
The beautiful girl A Ting stepped back in disappointment.
Shark looked up and down Qin Chuan very interestingly: "It is because of this strange allergy that you dare not stay in mainland China?"
Qin Chuan held up his teacup without changing his face: "Oh, let's talk about it, who made too many beauties called Tingting in China-Speaking of this." He suddenly frowned, turned off the subject and asked: "I have been for the past two days. I want to mention that we have been on the border for so long, and your people are always preparing for smuggling. Have you forgotten the commission you promised me?"
Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps from far and near in high heels from downstairs.
The shark did not answer, but gave a weird smile.
"Your commission," he said meaningfully, "it should have been delivered."
The two horses rushed upstairs first, separated left and right, and then a tall female figure appeared at the top of the stairs, with her long hair tied up and her skin slightly deep, touching the corners of Qin Chuan's sexy lips and throwing a dirty hand. Xi's cloth pocket--
Snapped!
Qin Chuan caught it in the air, and the tentacles instantly had a hunch in his heart.
Sure enough, there was a skull helmet in the cloth bag, which was inlaid with oxidized Tibetan silver and turquoise, glowing with ancient black sauce in the sun.
"I thought that when doing business on the Mariana Trench platform, I would just place an order and pay and wait for delivery. I didn't expect that this package would have to wait for half a month?" Qin Chuan looked at it for a moment with his helmet in both hands, and seemed not very satisfied. : "The logistics speed of your website is not good."
"Because the broker we are working with this time is a waste." The woman walked up with two sturdy legs, leaning against the shark's open arms: "He didn't directly get the seller's hands in order to earn more mid-price. He took the goods, but killed several people in a single act, which attracted the attention of the police and caused the helmet to get stuck in the hand and couldn’t be delivered. If I didn’t bring the package to personally escort it, Boss Qin, your trip would be real. I'm going to work for nothing."
"Sister Silver!"
"Sister Silver!"
Ma Tsai lowered her heads to greet each other, Sister Yin raised her eyebrows at Qin Chuan in a flattering manner, and the shark patted her ass.
Qin Chuan got up and said politely: "Miss A Yin."
Sister Yin looked up and down Qin Chuan with interest, and the shark was more curious about the mask made of real human skulls. She squinted and observed for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, boss Qin. I wanted to buy this stuff. A lot of money, what is it used for?"
Qin Chuan smiled silently, and gently brushed away the sand and dust attached to the Tibetan silver, before uttering two words unpredictably: "Sacrifice."
The shark made a gesture to hear the details.
"Have you heard of Tibetan legends? Hundreds or even thousands of years ago, the great lama who had committed the curse and murder was poured mercury, skinned and boned, and the grievances and mana in his lifetime were concentrated in the human brain and then carved The god-gold-winged Garuda and the Lord Shituolin who guarded the dead made this human head magical instrument. Whenever a living person was needed for the sacrifice, the high priest would take out the magical instrument and wear it on his head, so that the living sacrificed The soul has to be ordered by the high priest to be consecrated to the gods-most of them are evil gods, and the evil gods who receive the tribute will be driven by the great lama voluntarily."
"In this way, after thousands of years of killings and sacrifices, people believe that helmets have magical powers. They can not only dedicate the soul of the dead to gods, but also summon them from hell and send them to heaven."
Qin Chuan had a slight tone of voice, and looked at the shark with a smile: "Do you believe this statement?"
The shark rubbed his chin, his eyes flashed with interesting light, and after a while he asked, "Do you believe it?"
Qin Chuan smiled deeper.
"Of course I don't believe it, because I made up the above 80%." He threw the helmet back into the bag with a bang: "But the stupid and rich customers in my shop are willing to believe that I the fuck can do anything."
The shark burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry to bother Miss A Yin for a trip." Qin Chuan apologized, "Small business, the purchase channel has been insufficient, so I can only bluff and deceive everywhere, you must forgive me."
Sister Yin smiled and sat on the shark's leg, "It's okay. Originally, I sneaked into the mainland just to find Wan Changwen. It was just easy to help you."
Qin Chuan asked unexpectedly: "Did you find it?"
"No, the Chinese police are extremely strict on his wanted. There is no news from his own hometown and his little wives' homes. I don't know where he is hiding in secret. Maybe you are the only person in the world who can contact others." Sister Yin paused, and then turned around: "But I have another unexpected gain this time."
The shark casually said "Oh", "What's the harvest?"
"A man who makes me unforgettable." Sister Yin smiled at him, lowered her head and leaned closer, almost touching the shark's face, her beautiful face showed a hint of coldness:
"Perhaps, it's also a man you will never forget."
The shark's gaze was pinned to the screen of the mobile phone she raised, and her gray-blue pupils suddenly tightened--
"The painter."
Qin Chuan had never seen the legendary painter and couldn't help but look at the screen.
The angle of this candid shot is not very good. I saw the silhouette of a young man standing in the crowd, most of his cheeks were blocked by the action of raising his hand and taking off his sunglasses-maybe this is exactly what he didn't realize he had been shot. the reason.
It is said that a year ago the portrait of the artist was wanted on the dark web, but it was quickly tracked and deleted by the Internet police several times, which led to many people's speculation about the appearance of the legendary undercover agent. However, when you really see it, people will find that most of those guesses are wrong. The painter is neither tall and mighty nor cunning; on the contrary, zooming in can see his fair cheeks, black hair on the ears, and between the eyebrows. There seems to be a trace of calmness and elegance in her temperament.
Shark's pupils stared straight at the phone, and his tight shoulders gradually returned to normal for a long while. He leaned back in his chair and asked calmly, "Who took this picture?"
"A newcomer who used to go out with Master Jin Jie under Wen Shao, and is currently the best under me," Yin Jie lifted her eyelids carefully drawn, and said, "—— talent."
"Talent," the Shark repeated, feeling very interesting.
Qin Chuan glanced at the phone screen, then at sister Yin, and smiled: "I'm sorry I'm ignorant. Has this hapless artist brother and Miss A Yin an old acquaintance?"
Shark casually picked up the cigar cutter: "This is how I knew her a long time ago. Ask her yourself."
Sister Yin turned her head and shook her phone to Qin Chuan: "Looking at this person, can you imagine him being hung and beaten up like a dead dog?"
Qin Chuan thought for a while, unable to make up for this picture, and shook his head honestly.
"I can." Sister Yin narrowed her eyes, smeared her slender upper and lower eyelashes almost intertwined, and gently squeezed a few words between her red lips and white teeth: "Because I have seen them."
She raised her hand and gently unbuttoned her shirt.
Sister Yin wore a wide shirt and denim shorts with the cuffs rolled up. The shirt collar was loosened with three buttons, opened very low, and a full chest can be revealed by bending over. At this moment, the fingers covered with bright red nail polish untied the remaining buttons one by one, and without shy away from the gaze around, he pulled the left side of the shirt down——
Qin Chuan was taken aback for a moment.
Under the underwear on her left chest, there is a dark red scar that is two or three inches wide across her ribs, which has formed a horrible and crooked growth. An experienced person knew at a glance that this was stabbed diagonally upwards with a dagger, avoiding bones and soft tissues, under the dead hand, and the target was directed at the heart.
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"No, it's another man." Sister Yin said softly, with a convulsive smile: "But he is dead."
The dust is still floating in the sunlight, reflecting the faint colorful light. The figure on the phone screen faced the air, as if slowly becoming alive. He took off his sunglasses and looked at her, with unnoticeable ridicule and sarcasm gleaming deep in his eyes.
Yes, Sister Yin thought, he was like that back then—
"Agui!" The young girl turned around under the scorching sun of the poppy field, her skirt fluttered and said, "I have already said hello to my father. You have protected me for so many years. You have been alert and reliable. You will head south in the future. The delivery route will reward you for being responsible. Are you happy?"
The sun was so fierce, she actually didn't see the expression on the face of the young man opposite at the time, she didn't even hear the usual calm tone without the slightest fluctuation:
"It is my duty to protect the eldest lady, and there is no need for reward..."
"Shhh," she smiled, pressing a finger on his lips, "you can call me Ah Yin."
The poppies all over the mountains were splashing in the wind. She leaned forward with teasing and seduce. Suddenly, she looked over Agui’s straight shoulders and saw a silhouette under the hillside looking at her in the distance, with black and white eyes. Shining with indescribable light.
The moment they met, he withdrew his gaze, then humbly leaned forward and walked into the jungle.
"...Miss?"
A Yin squinted his eyes: "That little brother from your hometown, doesn't it seem to like me very much?"
Now that I think about it, it should be the first time she saw Agui’s face change with her own eyes, although it was only a blink of an eye, the next moment he changed back to that calm, cautious, unwavering face: "Miss please don’t mind. When he was young, he would be horrified in the village, otherwise he would not be beaten so badly while squatting. If you don't like it, I will send him back to town later..."
In fact, she should have noticed from the beginning that there was a trace of undercurrent surging under the calm water, but the black and white line of sight in the poppy bush was like a curse. In a blink of an eye, unexpected bad luck was brought to them Everyone.
"Sayer's house! Seye's house!"
"The soldiers of Yundian are here!"
"Arrange for Mr. Hodgson to go! Go, go!"
...
A Yin seemed to be standing in the void, watching the anxious, stupid, and anxious, pushing away from his hands, rushing to the torture chamber from the secret road inside the mountain.
It's useless, she knows.
No matter how hard he tried to stretch out his hand, he couldn't hold back the staggering back, and ran towards the bloody ending without turning his head back.
"Abba! Abba! Where is the undercover agent?!"
The people hanging in the torture room could hardly recognize their appearance. She saw the people around them step away. The front Agui turned his head to look at herself, holding a whip in his hand, panting hard, his face pale in the light of the torch. It spreads through, and the fundus is dense and bloodshot.
"I knew it was him! I knew it was him!!" She heard her sharp voice yelling wildly: "Don't let him die so easily! Bring it! Bring it to me!"
She snatched the syringe from henchman, and the next moment she heard Agui put his hand on her shoulder and screamed hoarsely, "Miss."
She should have thought of that young man who was chosen to protect her since the age of fifteen, that fierce and handsome young man who was as handsome as flames and calm and patient like ice, no matter how she was molested and seduced for so many years Trust and reuse, she didn't take the initiative to call her A Yin, nor did she show such a ruined expression.
"Miss," Agui said again, somehow the extremely trembling tone suddenly stabilized, as if all the fears were suddenly suppressed by some more decisive and terrifying force.
In the next second, he suddenly drew a dagger from his back. Xueguang flashed a "plop!" and cut the rope hanging from the man, and at the same time clamped her neck and screwed it in front of him. Gushing out!
The inside of the torture room was like a frying pan, exploded at the same time with exclamation and curse!
She saw her men shoving and roaring, and she saw her father Thayer’s face distorted by anger. However, in the extreme hypoxia caused by the compression of the throat, everything quickly turned into a random smear of color, which burst into Venus in the retina and turned into darkness.
"Put down your weapon and lean against the wall!" In the dimness, she heard the familiar voice hoarse to the extreme: "Everyone! Lean against the wall! Kick the gun!"
"Prepare the car, gasoline, weapons, and let me take him away!"
"Otherwise I will kill her!"
Otherwise I will kill her--
That beast-like torn roar still echoes in my ears, and it hasn't faded at all for ten years.
There was a hum in her eardrums, but it didn't affect her to draw long, charming eyes to Qin Chuan.
"It doesn't matter anymore." She smiled and said, pulling up the skirt, "I just think that one is dead, and this one shouldn't live alone."
The shark leaned back in the chair comfortably and smiled and asked, "Are you trying to kill him?"
Sister Yin turned her head to him, her long hair flung out an arc like a waterfall, half teasing and half deliberately: "Can't it?"
"sure."
Sister Yin didn't seem to expect him to be so happy, but "Oh?"
"The Mariana Trench exists to explore absolute freedom under anarchism, so I always respect everyone's free will." Shark stretched his hands out gentlemanly and said: "Your talents, your grievances, you think Do what you do. I am waiting for your good news."
The two looked at each other for a long while, Sister Yin finally smiled in a charming manner, snuggled into the shark's arms, and pressed a kiss on his cheek, then got up and fluttered her long hair, still not forgetting to throw a hot to Qin Chuan Then he turned around and walked down the wooden building, curled up.
·
In front of the wooden building is a bluestone road leading to a denser jungle in front of the village. Sister Yin's back followed the road and gradually melted into the dazzling golden sunlight, and disappeared.
The shark retracted his gaze, took out a button the size of a small fingernail from his trouser pocket, flicked his thumb upwards, and caught it carelessly, rubbing it gently between his fingers.
Maybe it’s because the last wink of Sister Yin is so pretty. As the last man in the world who knows how to pity and cherish jade, Qin Chuan couldn’t hold back after thinking about it, and implicitly asked: “The anger is too bad, you don’t persuade her to say something. ?"
The shark slowly smoked a cigar, with a smile on his face. It took a while before he suddenly pinched the button with two fingers and shook it in front of Qin Chuan's eyes: "Guess who this belongs to?"
It was just an ordinary milky white shirt button, without any trademark, because it had lost its luster after being carried and wiped for a long time.
Qin Chuan had vaguely guessed the answer: "...painter?"
"A year ago, I was invited to pass through the Chinese border. The painter lurked next to me as a buyer for three days. During this period, he cooperated with the police inside and outside, and I was trapped in a heavily blocked building on the last day. Before the police arrived, I was lucky enough to find an exit and escaped. In order to stop me, the artist broke the glass from the sixteenth floor. When he jumped down with his bare hands, the magic soldier slashed to the top of my head and flew out from his sleeve. A button with blood."
"It's really brave. When I looked at that person, I only had this thought in my heart. If the legendary god who represents battle really exists, it should have his face."
Qin Chuan nodded in thought, and then probably captured a detail out of professional instinct: "Why are there still exits in the heavily blocked building?"
"Did you find it?" The mention of this shark seemed to be a little pleasant: "Because of the artist's mistake."
-Mistakes.
It may be that he has been a criminal police officer for more than ten years. These plain words have caused Qin Chuan's eyebrows to beat, but there is nothing strange on the surface of him. Oh, he asked, "painters can make mistakes too?"
"Everyone makes mistakes. Some are because of greed, some are because of fear, some are because of lust, and some are just..." The shark paused, and a meaningful smile flashed in his pupils: "I want to live freely. ."
Qin Chuan frowned.
But Shark did not explain further.
"I said, the Mariana Trench was originally created to explore freedom without boundaries, so I respect everyone's free will. If one really wants to die so much—"
He looked at the village ahead. Sister Yin’s cross-country convoy was passing through the jungle and driving towards the undulating mountains in the distance; the overlapping jungles of mountains and plains reflected at the bottom of his pupils. The big drug lord in the underground world spread his hands and looked A little regret:
"Then I won't stop her."
Qin Chuan and the shark looked at each other, then nodded and sighed after a long time: "I understand."
Shark held the cigar in one hand, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked back.
"When will we leave for North China?" Qin Chuan asked in a loud voice, turning his head.
"Don't worry, wait a minute!"
The dark web boss has a very laid-back tone. Compared with the tough, urgent and irresistible attitude a few days ago, it seems that a 180-degree upheaval has suddenly occurred. Qin Chuan was keenly aware of something, and he only heard him ask without looking back: "If you are about to own a gold mine, would you still rush to find a silver vault?"
"..."
"I want to find a silver vault, but I also hope to have a gold mine." The shark gently rubbed his fingers to bounce the button, and then steadily caught it, and said with a smile: "Because after all...it's a gold mine."
"Do you do it, Sister Yin?"
The sun passed through the lush treetops in front of the village and fell on the unclear candid photos of the mobile phone. saw people coming and going in front of the glass door of the bookstore. A young man in ordinary clothes turned to the camera and was taking off his sunglasses, revealing a small half. Side cheeks.
Sister Yin's full lips showed a slightly distorted smile, then put away the phone, did not reply to the voice message, raised her head and walked into Muzhai.
——The border between China and Myanmar, Yangshan, Tarotzhai.
The sun shines on the lush mountains, the second-story hall of the wooden building is spacious and cool, and a beautiful girl covered in jingle silver ornaments is covered in robes, filled a long silver pot with tea, and a cup is dedicated to the blond white man on the main seat. A cup was dedicated to the handsome and elegant man wearing silver-rimmed glasses in the guest seat. When he met the smiling eyes of the other party, he couldn't help but feverishly. A pair of beautiful eyes gave him a bold glance.
"Like?" Shark asked casually.
Qin Chuan took a sip of tea without comment.
"In order to show my generosity, she is yours." Shark put the teacup in his hand, and smiled while cutting his cigar: "But you may have to wait until you successfully persuade Mr. Wan Changwen to come back and take her away... …What is your name, tell boss Qin?"
The beautiful girl replied shyly in a Burmese dialect: "My name is A Ting."
Qin Chuan took a sip of tea: "Puff!"
shark:"……"
Girl: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Qin Chuan calmly wiped all the water on his body: “It’s true that I’ve been allergic to the person whose name has stopped since I was a child. I got a rash as soon as I got close, and in severe cases, breathing difficulties caused by upper respiratory tract congestion, so let’s forget it. Right."
At the same time in everyone's heart: This is also OK? !
The beautiful girl A Ting stepped back in disappointment.
Shark looked up and down Qin Chuan very interestingly: "It is because of this strange allergy that you dare not stay in mainland China?"
Qin Chuan held up his teacup without changing his face: "Oh, let's talk about it, who made too many beauties called Tingting in China-Speaking of this." He suddenly frowned, turned off the subject and asked: "I have been for the past two days. I want to mention that we have been on the border for so long, and your people are always preparing for smuggling. Have you forgotten the commission you promised me?"
Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps from far and near in high heels from downstairs.
The shark did not answer, but gave a weird smile.
"Your commission," he said meaningfully, "it should have been delivered."
The two horses rushed upstairs first, separated left and right, and then a tall female figure appeared at the top of the stairs, with her long hair tied up and her skin slightly deep, touching the corners of Qin Chuan's sexy lips and throwing a dirty hand. Xi's cloth pocket--
Snapped!
Qin Chuan caught it in the air, and the tentacles instantly had a hunch in his heart.
Sure enough, there was a skull helmet in the cloth bag, which was inlaid with oxidized Tibetan silver and turquoise, glowing with ancient black sauce in the sun.
"I thought that when doing business on the Mariana Trench platform, I would just place an order and pay and wait for delivery. I didn't expect that this package would have to wait for half a month?" Qin Chuan looked at it for a moment with his helmet in both hands, and seemed not very satisfied. : "The logistics speed of your website is not good."
"Because the broker we are working with this time is a waste." The woman walked up with two sturdy legs, leaning against the shark's open arms: "He didn't directly get the seller's hands in order to earn more mid-price. He took the goods, but killed several people in a single act, which attracted the attention of the police and caused the helmet to get stuck in the hand and couldn’t be delivered. If I didn’t bring the package to personally escort it, Boss Qin, your trip would be real. I'm going to work for nothing."
"Sister Silver!"
"Sister Silver!"
Ma Tsai lowered her heads to greet each other, Sister Yin raised her eyebrows at Qin Chuan in a flattering manner, and the shark patted her ass.
Qin Chuan got up and said politely: "Miss A Yin."
Sister Yin looked up and down Qin Chuan with interest, and the shark was more curious about the mask made of real human skulls. She squinted and observed for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, boss Qin. I wanted to buy this stuff. A lot of money, what is it used for?"
Qin Chuan smiled silently, and gently brushed away the sand and dust attached to the Tibetan silver, before uttering two words unpredictably: "Sacrifice."
The shark made a gesture to hear the details.
"Have you heard of Tibetan legends? Hundreds or even thousands of years ago, the great lama who had committed the curse and murder was poured mercury, skinned and boned, and the grievances and mana in his lifetime were concentrated in the human brain and then carved The god-gold-winged Garuda and the Lord Shituolin who guarded the dead made this human head magical instrument. Whenever a living person was needed for the sacrifice, the high priest would take out the magical instrument and wear it on his head, so that the living sacrificed The soul has to be ordered by the high priest to be consecrated to the gods-most of them are evil gods, and the evil gods who receive the tribute will be driven by the great lama voluntarily."
"In this way, after thousands of years of killings and sacrifices, people believe that helmets have magical powers. They can not only dedicate the soul of the dead to gods, but also summon them from hell and send them to heaven."
Qin Chuan had a slight tone of voice, and looked at the shark with a smile: "Do you believe this statement?"
The shark rubbed his chin, his eyes flashed with interesting light, and after a while he asked, "Do you believe it?"
Qin Chuan smiled deeper.
"Of course I don't believe it, because I made up the above 80%." He threw the helmet back into the bag with a bang: "But the stupid and rich customers in my shop are willing to believe that I the fuck can do anything."
The shark burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry to bother Miss A Yin for a trip." Qin Chuan apologized, "Small business, the purchase channel has been insufficient, so I can only bluff and deceive everywhere, you must forgive me."
Sister Yin smiled and sat on the shark's leg, "It's okay. Originally, I sneaked into the mainland just to find Wan Changwen. It was just easy to help you."
Qin Chuan asked unexpectedly: "Did you find it?"
"No, the Chinese police are extremely strict on his wanted. There is no news from his own hometown and his little wives' homes. I don't know where he is hiding in secret. Maybe you are the only person in the world who can contact others." Sister Yin paused, and then turned around: "But I have another unexpected gain this time."
The shark casually said "Oh", "What's the harvest?"
"A man who makes me unforgettable." Sister Yin smiled at him, lowered her head and leaned closer, almost touching the shark's face, her beautiful face showed a hint of coldness:
"Perhaps, it's also a man you will never forget."
The shark's gaze was pinned to the screen of the mobile phone she raised, and her gray-blue pupils suddenly tightened--
"The painter."
Qin Chuan had never seen the legendary painter and couldn't help but look at the screen.
The angle of this candid shot is not very good. I saw the silhouette of a young man standing in the crowd, most of his cheeks were blocked by the action of raising his hand and taking off his sunglasses-maybe this is exactly what he didn't realize he had been shot. the reason.
It is said that a year ago the portrait of the artist was wanted on the dark web, but it was quickly tracked and deleted by the Internet police several times, which led to many people's speculation about the appearance of the legendary undercover agent. However, when you really see it, people will find that most of those guesses are wrong. The painter is neither tall and mighty nor cunning; on the contrary, zooming in can see his fair cheeks, black hair on the ears, and between the eyebrows. There seems to be a trace of calmness and elegance in her temperament.
Shark's pupils stared straight at the phone, and his tight shoulders gradually returned to normal for a long while. He leaned back in his chair and asked calmly, "Who took this picture?"
"A newcomer who used to go out with Master Jin Jie under Wen Shao, and is currently the best under me," Yin Jie lifted her eyelids carefully drawn, and said, "—— talent."
"Talent," the Shark repeated, feeling very interesting.
Qin Chuan glanced at the phone screen, then at sister Yin, and smiled: "I'm sorry I'm ignorant. Has this hapless artist brother and Miss A Yin an old acquaintance?"
Shark casually picked up the cigar cutter: "This is how I knew her a long time ago. Ask her yourself."
Sister Yin turned her head and shook her phone to Qin Chuan: "Looking at this person, can you imagine him being hung and beaten up like a dead dog?"
Qin Chuan thought for a while, unable to make up for this picture, and shook his head honestly.
"I can." Sister Yin narrowed her eyes, smeared her slender upper and lower eyelashes almost intertwined, and gently squeezed a few words between her red lips and white teeth: "Because I have seen them."
She raised her hand and gently unbuttoned her shirt.
Sister Yin wore a wide shirt and denim shorts with the cuffs rolled up. The shirt collar was loosened with three buttons, opened very low, and a full chest can be revealed by bending over. At this moment, the fingers covered with bright red nail polish untied the remaining buttons one by one, and without shy away from the gaze around, he pulled the left side of the shirt down——
Qin Chuan was taken aback for a moment.
Under the underwear on her left chest, there is a dark red scar that is two or three inches wide across her ribs, which has formed a horrible and crooked growth. An experienced person knew at a glance that this was stabbed diagonally upwards with a dagger, avoiding bones and soft tissues, under the dead hand, and the target was directed at the heart.
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"No, it's another man." Sister Yin said softly, with a convulsive smile: "But he is dead."
The dust is still floating in the sunlight, reflecting the faint colorful light. The figure on the phone screen faced the air, as if slowly becoming alive. He took off his sunglasses and looked at her, with unnoticeable ridicule and sarcasm gleaming deep in his eyes.
Yes, Sister Yin thought, he was like that back then—
"Agui!" The young girl turned around under the scorching sun of the poppy field, her skirt fluttered and said, "I have already said hello to my father. You have protected me for so many years. You have been alert and reliable. You will head south in the future. The delivery route will reward you for being responsible. Are you happy?"
The sun was so fierce, she actually didn't see the expression on the face of the young man opposite at the time, she didn't even hear the usual calm tone without the slightest fluctuation:
"It is my duty to protect the eldest lady, and there is no need for reward..."
"Shhh," she smiled, pressing a finger on his lips, "you can call me Ah Yin."
The poppies all over the mountains were splashing in the wind. She leaned forward with teasing and seduce. Suddenly, she looked over Agui’s straight shoulders and saw a silhouette under the hillside looking at her in the distance, with black and white eyes. Shining with indescribable light.
The moment they met, he withdrew his gaze, then humbly leaned forward and walked into the jungle.
"...Miss?"
A Yin squinted his eyes: "That little brother from your hometown, doesn't it seem to like me very much?"
Now that I think about it, it should be the first time she saw Agui’s face change with her own eyes, although it was only a blink of an eye, the next moment he changed back to that calm, cautious, unwavering face: "Miss please don’t mind. When he was young, he would be horrified in the village, otherwise he would not be beaten so badly while squatting. If you don't like it, I will send him back to town later..."
In fact, she should have noticed from the beginning that there was a trace of undercurrent surging under the calm water, but the black and white line of sight in the poppy bush was like a curse. In a blink of an eye, unexpected bad luck was brought to them Everyone.
"Sayer's house! Seye's house!"
"The soldiers of Yundian are here!"
"Arrange for Mr. Hodgson to go! Go, go!"
...
A Yin seemed to be standing in the void, watching the anxious, stupid, and anxious, pushing away from his hands, rushing to the torture chamber from the secret road inside the mountain.
It's useless, she knows.
No matter how hard he tried to stretch out his hand, he couldn't hold back the staggering back, and ran towards the bloody ending without turning his head back.
"Abba! Abba! Where is the undercover agent?!"
The people hanging in the torture room could hardly recognize their appearance. She saw the people around them step away. The front Agui turned his head to look at herself, holding a whip in his hand, panting hard, his face pale in the light of the torch. It spreads through, and the fundus is dense and bloodshot.
"I knew it was him! I knew it was him!!" She heard her sharp voice yelling wildly: "Don't let him die so easily! Bring it! Bring it to me!"
She snatched the syringe from henchman, and the next moment she heard Agui put his hand on her shoulder and screamed hoarsely, "Miss."
She should have thought of that young man who was chosen to protect her since the age of fifteen, that fierce and handsome young man who was as handsome as flames and calm and patient like ice, no matter how she was molested and seduced for so many years Trust and reuse, she didn't take the initiative to call her A Yin, nor did she show such a ruined expression.
"Miss," Agui said again, somehow the extremely trembling tone suddenly stabilized, as if all the fears were suddenly suppressed by some more decisive and terrifying force.
In the next second, he suddenly drew a dagger from his back. Xueguang flashed a "plop!" and cut the rope hanging from the man, and at the same time clamped her neck and screwed it in front of him. Gushing out!
The inside of the torture room was like a frying pan, exploded at the same time with exclamation and curse!
She saw her men shoving and roaring, and she saw her father Thayer’s face distorted by anger. However, in the extreme hypoxia caused by the compression of the throat, everything quickly turned into a random smear of color, which burst into Venus in the retina and turned into darkness.
"Put down your weapon and lean against the wall!" In the dimness, she heard the familiar voice hoarse to the extreme: "Everyone! Lean against the wall! Kick the gun!"
"Prepare the car, gasoline, weapons, and let me take him away!"
"Otherwise I will kill her!"
Otherwise I will kill her--
That beast-like torn roar still echoes in my ears, and it hasn't faded at all for ten years.
There was a hum in her eardrums, but it didn't affect her to draw long, charming eyes to Qin Chuan.
"It doesn't matter anymore." She smiled and said, pulling up the skirt, "I just think that one is dead, and this one shouldn't live alone."
The shark leaned back in the chair comfortably and smiled and asked, "Are you trying to kill him?"
Sister Yin turned her head to him, her long hair flung out an arc like a waterfall, half teasing and half deliberately: "Can't it?"
"sure."
Sister Yin didn't seem to expect him to be so happy, but "Oh?"
"The Mariana Trench exists to explore absolute freedom under anarchism, so I always respect everyone's free will." Shark stretched his hands out gentlemanly and said: "Your talents, your grievances, you think Do what you do. I am waiting for your good news."
The two looked at each other for a long while, Sister Yin finally smiled in a charming manner, snuggled into the shark's arms, and pressed a kiss on his cheek, then got up and fluttered her long hair, still not forgetting to throw a hot to Qin Chuan Then he turned around and walked down the wooden building, curled up.
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In front of the wooden building is a bluestone road leading to a denser jungle in front of the village. Sister Yin's back followed the road and gradually melted into the dazzling golden sunlight, and disappeared.
The shark retracted his gaze, took out a button the size of a small fingernail from his trouser pocket, flicked his thumb upwards, and caught it carelessly, rubbing it gently between his fingers.
Maybe it’s because the last wink of Sister Yin is so pretty. As the last man in the world who knows how to pity and cherish jade, Qin Chuan couldn’t hold back after thinking about it, and implicitly asked: “The anger is too bad, you don’t persuade her to say something. ?"
The shark slowly smoked a cigar, with a smile on his face. It took a while before he suddenly pinched the button with two fingers and shook it in front of Qin Chuan's eyes: "Guess who this belongs to?"
It was just an ordinary milky white shirt button, without any trademark, because it had lost its luster after being carried and wiped for a long time.
Qin Chuan had vaguely guessed the answer: "...painter?"
"A year ago, I was invited to pass through the Chinese border. The painter lurked next to me as a buyer for three days. During this period, he cooperated with the police inside and outside, and I was trapped in a heavily blocked building on the last day. Before the police arrived, I was lucky enough to find an exit and escaped. In order to stop me, the artist broke the glass from the sixteenth floor. When he jumped down with his bare hands, the magic soldier slashed to the top of my head and flew out from his sleeve. A button with blood."
"It's really brave. When I looked at that person, I only had this thought in my heart. If the legendary god who represents battle really exists, it should have his face."
Qin Chuan nodded in thought, and then probably captured a detail out of professional instinct: "Why are there still exits in the heavily blocked building?"
"Did you find it?" The mention of this shark seemed to be a little pleasant: "Because of the artist's mistake."
-Mistakes.
It may be that he has been a criminal police officer for more than ten years. These plain words have caused Qin Chuan's eyebrows to beat, but there is nothing strange on the surface of him. Oh, he asked, "painters can make mistakes too?"
"Everyone makes mistakes. Some are because of greed, some are because of fear, some are because of lust, and some are just..." The shark paused, and a meaningful smile flashed in his pupils: "I want to live freely. ."
Qin Chuan frowned.
But Shark did not explain further.
"I said, the Mariana Trench was originally created to explore freedom without boundaries, so I respect everyone's free will. If one really wants to die so much—"
He looked at the village ahead. Sister Yin’s cross-country convoy was passing through the jungle and driving towards the undulating mountains in the distance; the overlapping jungles of mountains and plains reflected at the bottom of his pupils. The big drug lord in the underground world spread his hands and looked A little regret:
"Then I won't stop her."
Qin Chuan and the shark looked at each other, then nodded and sighed after a long time: "I understand."
Shark held the cigar in one hand, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked back.
"When will we leave for North China?" Qin Chuan asked in a loud voice, turning his head.
"Don't worry, wait a minute!"
The dark web boss has a very laid-back tone. Compared with the tough, urgent and irresistible attitude a few days ago, it seems that a 180-degree upheaval has suddenly occurred. Qin Chuan was keenly aware of something, and he only heard him ask without looking back: "If you are about to own a gold mine, would you still rush to find a silver vault?"
"..."
"I want to find a silver vault, but I also hope to have a gold mine." The shark gently rubbed his fingers to bounce the button, and then steadily caught it, and said with a smile: "Because after all...it's a gold mine."
