There is no countdown and no referee, and the game starts in the unfairness of the day~

But to be honest, for people like Bai Ling, it is estimated that there is no fairness in the world.

There is a good saying, "Unfair is the best fairness", well, it is indeed very difficult to say, and I don't know if it is appropriate to use it in this situation.

But God has been repaying those injustices to Bai Ling...... It seems that he has made an irreparable mistake to be so forgiving to Bai Ling, a heinous guy.

Bai Ling disappeared from Jiang Lan's eyes in an instant, just because he ran out of the window, in fact, the window must have been blocked by an iron railing, but considering the real situation here, this kind of terrible thing would have been demolished a long time ago. After all, there is no desire and no need for a strong oppressive atmosphere.

Jumping from the window is actually similar to taking a dark passage, but it is much closer to the copper wall, so that at the corner of a plate, there is a lot of terrifying atmosphere.

Sometimes I can hear the conversation of several people, sometimes noisy and sometimes just a few words, it is nothing more than the prison guards and prisoners, and Bai Ling is too lazy to care.

From the jumping window to the ground, there is a terrifying iron wall, monitoring, and protecting the power grid. One small loophole that is not negligent but can be noticed is that the surveillance camera only captures the inside, and it is difficult to see from above.

Bai Ling is currently standing against the wall, this is also a small and pitiful monitoring blind spot, and if he takes another step, he will be photographed in the background of the monitoring.

She looked at the power grid at the height, thinking that Jiang Lan was already walking leisurely on the road, and she had to hurry up, at least for a while earlier than Jiang Lan.

Psychological preparation is not needed, but I have tried thousands of times, counting down to three, two, one, my hand on the wall behind me, my fingers gradually clasped to the palm, and my feet are ready to jump, and I stand on tiptoe.

Taking a deep breath, I saw the white smoke rising upwards, and with a sudden slam, jumped onto the grid, my skin seemed to be shielded from all damage, not bruised, and not shocked—the body temperature was so low that I might fall asleep, and I might be considered dead by the careless.

Like a white lightning bolt that is incompatible with the sky, it is impossible to see with the naked eye or even whether it is a person, and it is at this speed that it jumps, kicks, and jumps, and stands on the power grid.

The thorn-like power grid was very easy for Bai Ling to avoid, and sometimes if he didn't avoid it, it would be a pain at most, and it would not cause unnecessary damage.

They ran fast along the way, their hair was blowing through their cheeks, and if anyone could really see it, they would think it was a very nice sight.

White seems to be a little shadowy in the sky, and from a distance, it may be mistaken for a cloud that is fluttering rapidly, but the red pupils that are embellished can flicker a different light.

"For so many years...... The road hasn't changed. Bai Ling ran very fast and fast, but his breathing did not speed up, and he obviously wanted to eat the wind when he spoke like this, but his body, which was already cold, did not care about letting another cold wind enter.

The field of view here is very wide, and you can see farther outside the cold and unforgiving prison, near the silver-black high-rise building, and further away, you can see the office building where Zhuang Yong, an old friend who has also known him more than ten years ago.

What is he doing...... What are they doing? There are a lot of problems and things to imagine.

In the end, Bai Ling successfully found the window of Jiang Lan's office in the rapid movement, and it had been opened as if it had been opened in a joke, Bai Ling grabbed the window edge above, and a heel bucket flipped in, took off and spun around, and landed perfectly - not the ground, it was Jiang Lan's desk.

Naturally, there is also monitoring here, but unless it is a hacker, only Jiang Lan can see the content of the surveillance. Automatic deletion on a regular basis is a really handy feature.

"Uh-huh, win~" Bai Ling looked around, Jiang Lan didn't seem to have any signs of coming in, "It seems that he hasn't come yet." So naturally, he sat on the table, looked at the large stack of information next to him, and could only say "Xiao Jianglan is a little pitiful~".

The smile began to retract from this point, as if it had been dispersed by the air, and it had drifted somewhere and could not be collected again.

It's been a long time, this place, it's been a long time. Objectively, the time is only four years, and Bai Ling feels as if he has passed a long life.

I don't know when this place has become a place that Bai Ling will come and go almost every day-

It wasn't long since she had been friends with that guy named Jiang Lingmao.

In the morning, I would pick up a book or empty my hands, and I would come in through that enigmatic path and sit somewhere in the office.

Sleeping with your eyes closed is to welcome that person in, or squatting in the corner and reading a book, watching him come in and being indifferent, in a good mood and saying "welcome back" lukewarmly, and generally in a mood to say nothing and continue to be your own.

Sometimes, the conversation with that person in a day may be less than twenty words. The atmosphere can often become awkward but hard to break.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Hmm. ”

"Have you ever been out?"

"Nope. "If you can say more, you won't say much, cherish words like gold, which can make up a line of words like now.

So much so that the warden, who usually never cared about her, said, "I said...... I won't say anything if you go outside twice, so why stay here?" he asked, leaving his computer with a rare hand.

After this question was asked, Bai Ling paused for a long time, and his eyes turned from the person sitting in front of him who was not much shorter than himself to the computer in front of him, without saying a word, and his face was expressionless.

"Didn't want to go out. "What are you going out for? Shopping to pass the time? If you want to pass the time, it's better to stay by yourself now." He tilted his head to the side, seemingly unwilling to say anything more.

Okay, if you can't help it, just go with it, sighed, it doesn't matter what the person next to you wants to do, put a blanket on it when you sleep, and secretly turn up the light in the room when you read a book.

Q: If you were to go back to the past, would you choose to communicate with him at that time, and would you regret the current situation?

Bai Ling confirmed the answer between this self-question and answer, and shook his head: Maybe, but there is still a lot of time in the future, and there is still a chance to redeem it.

The end of the memories is the reopening of the current situation, interspersed with memories because of the sudden memory that Bai Ling himself was about to empty the surrounding situation. obviously said "no regrets", but still shed two worthless tears.

Ben came to this office just to reminisce about himself and himself, to reminisce about the past, and to admire the present.

Then I found out how beautiful the past was, and although the reality was very good, there was always a person missing, as if a part of the body was missing, and it felt empty - perhaps the best way to describe it was the heart, and after losing it, it made people feel empty.

The office is pure white, the bookshelf is still the bookcase, and the difference from the original is nothing other than the iron railing on the window, except that there are many more books on the bookcase.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has never mentioned it to Jiang Lan or cared about the situation here, so Jiang Lan's past of Bai Ling is also pieced together based on all kinds of information, although there is nothing wrong with it, but it is indeed like a puzzle piece that has been overturned, and it has not been able to be completely put together.

I don't know why this place has been left so unadjusted, and even the position of the desk has not been moved in the slightest.

Jiang Lan came in, and he didn't know if he had just come over or stayed at the door for a while and how long he had been waiting, all in all, he had a familiar smile on his face when he came in, and said, "Miss Bai Ling is so fast." Then gently and slowly close the door.

Only then did Bai Ling jump off the desk under his nose and spread his arms, like a chicken that had been trying to take off. The implication is to maintain balance.

The two of them looked at each other, and her smile made people feel a little tired, maybe it was just an illusion, but when they saw that smile again and again, it felt more and more real.

The office feels very refreshing, like a painting, hanging on the wall will not be the slightest disobedience or unsightly, and the two people on it are the only scenery that will move.

"That...... Miss Bai Ling, "At first, Jiang Lan wasn't quite sure about her guess - there was something to say about Bai Ling, so she stopped here, and looked at Bai Ling as if she had guessed what Jiang Lan would ask, so she continued, "Miss Bai Ling, do you have anything to tell me?"

I feel that every time Bai Ling has to do a lot of things to pave the way, it is always because there is something important to do or say, and so far, Jiang Lan's impression has been like this time and again.

Bai Ling knew that he would ask, and she wished that he would ask for her to take a step to go down, but at this time, she felt a little unspeakable, nodded, and did not say a word, half-inserted her waist, leaned against the table and looked around.

"He's alive. Bai Ling was extremely sure when he said this, if he was a little uncertain originally, then now he is completely sure, I don't know when, this has been successfully confirmed. For now, at least, the man was still breathing like a normal person.

The four words that jumped out coldly, Jiang Lan was sure that he knew who "he" was referring to at the first time without the slightest second guess, and the fingers on both sides touched twice, surprised...... Or face it calmly. The mouth opened slightly, but quickly closed again, turning into the original smile.

He-Jiang Lingmao, that missing guy, is he still alive? This sentence couldn't be believed for a while, and he would even say "How is it possible, what nonsense are you talking about", but because it was said by Bai Ling, it is worth believing.

There was silence again, waiting for Bai Ling to say what he was going to say next:

"I ...... What should I do? "There was already a clear crying tone.