The silence of the opera house at noon was shattered by a deafening burst of gunfire, and the screams of the crowd drowned her out for a moment.

The first victim was still hanging obliquely on the railing of the aisle with his blank eyes open, and the bright red carpet was still emitting a faint green smoke, once again showing the strength and heat of the gun, and the madness of the gunman.

"Shut up!" several men in jeans and jackets walked down the aisle, and after a single shot at a woman who screamed, one of them opened his mouth fiercely, "Be quiet!"

The man at the head of the group looked at the crowd, and he had a hunch that he would encounter something interesting here, and this premonition was confirmed when he saw the young schoolgirl who had been sitting in the second row with a blank face.

The young girl's eyes were pitch black, and her brown hair was running down her forehead.

"Miss—" he raised his gun, trying his best to imitate a shrewd hero, "will you cry? ”

After a long time, the young girl's gaze finally shifted a little before the gunman faced an outburst. The five fingers of her left hand probed into Yingying's trembling sideburns, took off an earbud of her Walkman, and said, "Sir, I will be obedient." ”

The leader heard a subtle tremor in her voice, and laughed cruelly—the schoolgirl's reaction was terrified.

An hour and fifteen minutes had passed.

She slowly raised her head and said in a very soft and subtle voice, "Sir, can I go to the bathroom?" The two men in front of her turned their heads and glanced over her, the girl's weakness and lack of resistance formed her pass.

"Click. As the doorknob slowly turned, her eyes fell on the woman huddled in the corner with the child in her arms, her eyes full of pleading for her to be silent. The girl turned around, closed the bathroom door, took out a knife from her body, pried open the window, and jumped lightly from the window.

In the backstage warehouse of the opera house, a young woman is tied up and sits on a chair, her tearful eyes full of despair and helplessness.

When the young woman entered, the guards outside had fallen silently to the ground.

She swept her gaze, and the woman's face flashed in her mind, and a familiar face made the woman recognize her identity - the wife of a group director.

The door closed. The girl stretched out her hand and made a silent gesture, and the woman nodded happily and closed her eyes lightly, as if in fear.

Her gaze swept to the bomb tied to the woman's body.

After she was silent, she knew in her heart that this new bomb was designed by the Gigb company, and she had some contact with it in the past, so she couldn't help but be familiar with the structure inside.

The young woman removes the earbuds from her Walkman and places them next to her ear. The voice from the other end of the earbuds drifted through the air: "Aurora, how's it going?"

She lowered her eyelashes, her fingers plucking the secret frequency on the microcommunicator. "—I'm here. ”

In the hall of the opera house, the men bowed their heads and folded their arms in fear, cowering in the corners, and the women were weary and sobbing softly.

"What do you say...... Again, "the leader spread his legs apart and stepped with great force on the back of a thirty-year-old man who was bent at an angle to support his body.

"I said," said the young woman, all eyes of whom, frightened, flustered, numb, or strange, were on the coffee-colored young woman alone, and her lips repeated as muffled as if breathlessly, "this place, from now on, I will take over—"

Her head was slightly angled, and her left hand showed a short knife with a long handle.

"Hah...... Hahaha!" the corners of the man's mouth twitched with great effort, the shaking made his muscles seem to lose command, and the feeling of being upside down made him excited.

He suddenly snapped the safety bolt of the pistol in his hand, and the black, gunpowder-smelling hole slammed into the threatening coffee-haired woman in front of him. "Don't you see what I'm taking?"

The men and women present had exhausted even the courage to shout loudly with fear, and could only stare at their game of confrontation with each other.

The young girl stood silent, letting the man approach her with a gun.

"Be obedient, maybe you can go to heaven......" The man's voice mocked loudly, and she seemed thoughtful, her gaze moving to the swaying trajectory of the circular black hole.

She watched the moment when the muzzle of the gun deviated slightly, and her left hand calmly turned the knife perfectly in an instant, exposing the same black hole at the end of the hilt.

"Bang-"

It is indeed not her who will go to heaven.

A moment later, the SWAT officers appeared behind her, and they took advantage of the fact that they had just taken advantage of the accomplices scattered around.

The young woman walked briskly out of the opera house, a black car drove by, the window fell, and a man in a suit met her face to face and said, "Aurora, meet for the second time." ”

"I didn't expect you to happen to be here," he said. ”

The man in the suit took the materials in his hand and said, "With you, we killed a total of four, one was captured, and one was injured and jumped off the bridge and escaped." ”

The young woman lowered her long eyelashes and said lightly: "A rare vacation, I have been disturbed again." ”

The man sitting in the car flipped through a document and said: "In recent years, the law and order in Paris has deteriorated, especially in the 13th, 19th, and 20th arrondissements. Armed robbery has long been a traditional practice in the south-eastern provinces of '93 and '94, and there is a division of criminal activity in some sensitive neighbourhoods, as well as a recent rise in terrorism......"

"I'm surprised that you're here as an ett1 investigation team to deal with this kind of thing. He said.

She took the earbuds off and asked, "Where's the information?"

The man took out a keychain with a glass crystal ball hanging from his body and handed it to her from the window: "In it." ”

The young woman took it and turned and walked into the street.

When the bus arrived, the two young girls got back into the car.

The sky was raining at the right time, Su Xiaoqi sat in the carriage, she slowly raised her head, the shadow of the rain was soft and dense dripping on the glass, in the mysterious and dark carriage, a young woman sat by the opposite window, her lonely and soft face was reflected on the glass and let the rain wash away.

Fingertips gently turn the glossy glass crystal ball between the keychains. The reflection of the scene passed slowly, and the branches of the trees, the streets, and the sky created a vertigo illusion.

Instantaneous induction, so wonderful......

Roland?she looked up.

She leaned against the window, her quiet and soft face lonely and soft.

If things can be determined by perception, then what is the existence outside of sensation? She looks at her, smiling and staring, so coincidentally, perhaps because there is a wonderful sense between the protagonist and the author?

She stared at her, quietly observing each other, gazing at each other through the latitudes of time and space.

"Aurora?" came a man's subtle, distant voice from the woman's left earbud.

She touched her earbuds with her fingers and said, "I'll be there soon." ”

She lowered her eyelids, what was it just now?

Different from his own side reading technique, the moment the girl on the other side looked at it, it seemed that she understood everything around her.

Before the young woman got out of the car, her eyes swept over Su Xiaoqi, and for a moment, she seemed to see herself five years ago, and she probably had such eyes at that time, as if she could sense that she and her could communicate in different time and space.

Is it an illusion? Could it be that there is really another twin soul in the dark? But they are clearly two completely different people, she is still her, and she is still herself, she lives independently and dies independently.

So did she.

They drifted alone on this dark river, in the desolation of time.

After Roland got out of the car, Donna leaned over and said a little curiously: "You stared at a girl for so long, I thought you were staring at each other affectionately." ”

Donna asked, "Then again, do you know her?"

Su Xiaoqi leaned against the window and replied, "I know her, but she doesn't know me." ”

"What is that? I thought you'd known each other for a long time. Donna leaned her head on Su Xiaoqi's shoulder, as if she had found something, she held her face in one hand and said, "But I found a little." ”

Donna turned her head, her dark eyes rolling slightly, "You have a little bit of a look like her when you chuckle at the corners of her mouth." ”

"Am I like her?" Su Xiaoqi was stunned. She turned her head to look at Donna, is it possible?!herself and Roland?!As an author, she has written many different stories about different heroines, and there are all kinds of types among them, none of them are similar to herself. Roland is one of the more satisfying ones in her pen, dazzling talent, brilliance and strength...... It can be said that it is the ideal person.

Don't...... She lowered her eyes and thought, in a way, the protagonist is a continuation of the author's spiritual world.

Roland, she represents the idealism of a certain period of herself.

In the past, when she met Allen, she accidentally put herself in the role of "the author is in the service of the protagonist".

At that time, she just regarded herself as a passer-by and spectator of this world, and single-mindedly took Eren out of the worst dark period of her life.

Now, she has taken this experience as a goal in her life and began to pursue it seriously.

In this world, there is a protagonist in the story of the zào that he created. When she saw the heroine Roland, she knew that Roland was completely different from herself, smart, strong, beautiful and powerful, which met her expectations. Allen and Roland, they are as talented and dazzling as the sun and the moon, and their humble self is like a small star.

However, a star will also have its faint light, no matter how far away.

She is Su Xiaoqi. The ordinary self, the self that is not strong, the self who likes to chase dreams, the self who lives carefully, and the self who strives to become strong...... Coming down this path, she has decided to be herself and no one else.

The author has something to say: about the change:

1. Regarding the pro who has asked for a daily change, the painting ink can only reply, and you can consider adding more.

2. The author is not a full-time writer, and it is really not easy to find time to write essays.

3. Due to the bias of the subject matter of this article, there are too many things involved, and it is more troublesome to sort out a detailed stalk than to write an essay full of beautiful words.

4. I also want to save a lot of manuscripts for painting ink, and I can update it every day, but I really can't do it. The text is also written in ink and existing serials.,If there is a break in the update, it's the author's card.,Or I'm busy with work and don't have time to come up.。

5, Huamo didn't dare to ask everyone to accompany and wait for this article, Huamo only tried his best to write this story, fulfill a dream that everyone can like, and fill in this hole.

6, about the setting of the heroine and the original heroine, the original heroine is a strong woman, but everyone can rest assured that she has no rivalry with the male protagonist in this article.

Because I don't have time to reply to everyone's messages one by one, I'm here to thank you.

Thanks to the dear Ray:

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