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Neither of them had closed their eyes for more than five minutes since last night - even though KingKong had been imprisoned.

But Yu Hua died.

The people who rushed to the old Chinese medicine doctor non-stop took a look at the environment at the scene, and they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat!

Yu Hua's death is really terrifying!

He was covered in a pool of blood that had become sticky, almost black. Most of the muscles on the body are blooming, and the whole person looks like no part is intact...... The real blur of flesh and blood is probably this situation on the scene.

and cracks that appear on the floor.

Flipping over Yu Hua's body, Ye Yan looked at everything here in silence. He frowned, "These damages should be caused by Yu Hua......"

MA SIR ALSO FROWNED AND SAID, "WHAT KIND OF TORTURE DOES IT TAKE TO BE ABLE TO TORTURE A PERSON LIKE THIS......

Ma Houde looked at the old Chinese medicine doctor with a pale face behind him, "You really didn't see anything?

The old Chinese medicine doctor shook his head, his face was full of palpitations, "Ma SIR, how can I lie to you? From your errand to now, you have been seeing an iron sprain here for decades, who am I, you still don't know? I saw this situation as soon as I woke up, and I will contact you immediately!"

"This ......," Mahoud took a deep breath, and the air was filled with a foul smell of blood—like the smell in a sewer strewn with dead fish carcasses, fishy and smelly!

"Could it be someone from Michael's 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 is or not, in short, Yu Hua's clue is broken...... Again, he is only a person on the buyer's side, and he should not know much about the Michael Clubhouse. The key is still KingKong. ”

Ma Houde nodded and said, "I will let people watch this guy twenty-four hours a day." He can't kill himself if he wants to! I don't believe that the man from the Michael's Clubhouse has the courage to rush into the bureau!"

Saying that, Ma Sir patted Ye Yan's shoulder and said, "Brother, don't worry, I will send more people, as long as that young lady is still here, I will definitely help you find out...... And that shipment!"

Ye Yan patted Ma Houde's palm on his shoulder, smiled reluctantly, he let out a long breath, and looked at the sky outside the window, "It's dawn." ”

"Shall I send you back to the Peace Hotel to rest?" said Ma Houde after a moment's thought.

Ye Yan shook his head, "No, I want to be alone...... KingKong has news you notify me, keep in touch. ”

"You're not going to suddenly disappear again this time, are you?" said Ma Houde quite seriously.

"It's okay, you go and report the safety of your tigress first. Ye Yan smiled slightly, he shook the black windbreaker on his body, and went out of the door.

......

......

After washing his face first, Luo Qiu looked at himself in the mirror...... The feeling he had in the pharmacy not long ago had slowly faded from his heart.

Yu Hua let his emotions suddenly break through his usual calm, and after he finished trading, it was like an oil lamp burning out.

He quickly returned to his room and sat down at his desk.

Two letters were placed here...... This was written by Jessica earlier. Of course, at her request, the contents of the two letters were null and void.

But the void does not mean that it cannot be opened - besides, the appointed time has passed, AM, 7:01.

Luo Qiu tore open the first letter.

"There is an island in the Pacific Ocean, and it is the 'paradise' of Michael's clubhouse. Where, there lived a lot of people, children, adults...... Believer. So, please liberate those people on this island. If my soul is not enough, at least save my mother and free her from the faith of Michael's Club, so that she can start a new life, and, and forget that I exist. ”

Not much content.

But that's already what Jessica wants from the club after considering her own failed moves.

Luo Qiu took the letter and placed it above the trash can next to it. With Jessica already knowing that her mother was just a hoax, the letter had no existential value.

It burned in the air, and the ashes slowly scattered in the small garbage cans.

Luo Qiu closed his eyes and put his palm on the second letter, which he did not open immediately.

......

There is no way for this kind of lock to stop Ye Yan.

The moment he opened the door, he suddenly remembered the scene not long ago when Jessica handed her gun to him. He let out a long exhale, his fingers running through the furniture of the unit.

He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes...... Beside her, it was as if Jessica was sitting next to her, as if she was sitting here, and at this time she was intently eavesdropping on the sound of the eavesdropping device installed in Luo Qiu's house downstairs.

Ye Yan's hands covered his ears and tilted his head slightly.

Jessica, he thought, should be like that.

Suddenly, Ye Yan pinched his fingers and gently put them to his lips, he imagined, imagined a voice recorder in his hand, he imagined what Jessica would say.

"I ...... came here, came to Ye Yan's hometown...... Is it?"

Ye Yan put down his hand, revealing a smile that was neither happy nor sad, and even he didn't know it...... Probably Wan'er.

He looked casually into the room, but suddenly saw a black box under the coffee table on the sofa.

Ye Yan subconsciously took out the box, and he touched the leather layer of the box...... It was the shape of a suitcase that he was all too familiar with.

Ye Yan opened it.

A saxophone, a letter, a USB stick.

It was a two-page envelope.

......

"To Ye Yan:"

"I know you're going to be here again, and most likely soon. I know, too, you should be wondering who I am. ”

"I've always been a member of Michael's Clubhouse. Since I was a child, I grew up under the cultivation of the organization. ”

"Yes, I have always thought in my heart that the Michael's House is the object of my faith that I will devote my whole life. Until, until I bumped into you. ”

"I even remember the first time I saw you in the crowd when I was at the airport three years ago. With a full beard, he looks like a drunk who hasn't woken up. Also, the melancholy in your eyes. ”

"After three years, won't you smile happily?"

"I know that you have always had someone in your heart. And I, maybe in this life, have no way to be that person. ”

"But in the past three years, in the twenty-five years that have been blank in my life, there have been more of you. ”

"I'm afraid I'm the kind of person you hate the most. Because you can't imagine how many things I have done that are contrary to your values during the time I have been lurking in the Interpol organization, and how many innocent people I have let fall into a whirlpool of misfortune. You can't imagine how much I have done before this for the sake of my so-called faith, which now seems inconceivable. ”

"I'm a demon. And now this demon will turn into an avenger. ”

"The information in this USB flash drive is all that I know, the information of the spies arranged by the organization at the headquarters, and the evidence of their crimes, as well as the information that made you framed. This is enough for you to prove your innocence and for you to be able to get a good job. ”

"Remember, three years ago, you gave me a piece of credit. I think what you said back then applies today. Just the one who spoke, became me. ”

"Ye Yan, please don't look for me. ”

"Finally, can you play the saxophone for me?"

Ye Yan closed his eyes and sighed slowly: "Jessica......"

......

Luo Qiu tore open the second letter.

"If I fail and die, if the Michael Club also makes my mother punished and dies in anger, please let Ye Yan live happily in this life. And, forget me. ”

Luo Qiu did not burn it.

He simply folded the letter carefully and slowly put it into the envelope again.

When the familiar sound of the saxophone came faintly from upstairs, Luo Qiu locked the letter in his hand into a drawer. He closed his eyes.

His hands were placed in front of him, imagining himself holding a saxophone, his fingers bouncing to the sound and rhythm of the sound.

That's the fingering of this piece.

Upstairs, Ye Yan picked up the saxophone left by Jessica and stood in the quiet living hall, where the early morning light made it as lazy and dim as a stage.

He played slowly: "Yesterday/Once/More".

......

She stood on the roof of the building, watching the rising sun.

She covered her left ear with one hand, feeling the breeze and listening to the sound coming from the tiny earphones.

The breeze ruffled her hair and blew away her longing.

A tear fell.

"Thank you......" (To be continued.) )