"What should I do?" Mo Yuan lowered his eyelids.

The curtains on both sides of the windows swayed slightly with the disturbance of the air flow of the air conditioner. The orange-red glow of the setting sun, reflected on the edge of the curtain, is inlaid with pale gold trim, bright but not dazzling.

"Don't you invite the old man to sit down?" said the old man as he picked up the chair at the end of the bed, walked to Mo Yuan's side of the bed facing the window, put down the chair, and sat down, the afterglow of the setting sun reflected on his white sideburns from behind him through the dust-stained glass, and the black figure leaned on Mo Yuan's quilt—the white sheet dyed red by the setting sun.

Calm and skillful, like a script that has been rehearsed countless times.

Mo Yuan wanted to say something, his lips moved, and he didn't make a sound.

"You are each other's partners", the old man rested his right leg on his left knee and folded his hands on his thighs, "You should be better able to deal with emergencies than Red Ear, who has had a traumatic experience." ”

Mo Yuan remembered the scene when Yu Deshui was shot, the woman who looked like a nun, acted decisively and calmly, and that bullet made them lose two members at once, one died, and the other lost the ability to act.

"Why do you fall into passivity so easily?" asked the old man.

"Me?" In Mo Yuan's eyes, the nun-like woman once again aimed her cold muzzle at herself.

"The hotbed of peace makes you lose your alertness, you lose your sharpness", the old man paused, "and more importantly, you lose your fear, the fear of death." ”

"Contemporary society ......" is far from the reflexive response.

"What if the enemy doesn't comply?" the old man tilted his neck slightly, "Are you used to that kind of housekeeping task, just that", the old man raised his left hand and pointed his index finger to his temple, "To achieve the goal of the operation? Even if it fails, there is no substantial loss, and what is the financial compensation compared to life?"

"Everyone is like this!" Mo Yuan's eyes widened, "This is how this world works!"

"Childish," the old man wrote lightly, "that's just, what we want you young people to see." Do you really believe it?" the old man looked at Mo Yuan's reaction, and he saw a hesitant look on Mo Yuan's face, "Or, in fact, you are also suspicious and guarded, but you always feel that such a thing will not happen to you, at least, it will not happen to you soon." ”

Mo Yuan felt that his head was very heavy, he tried to raise his head, and he was bumping into the old man's gaze to observe him, but he avoided it.

"You're actually afraid of violence, aren't you?" said the old man, with strange pity in his tone, "and even, more than Red Ear." ”

Mo Yuan seemed to see Xiaolan who was standing in front of him, facing the muzzle alone, at that time, who was protecting whom?

"Perhaps, you are just a naïve hacker who plays a spy game without a sense of life and death", the old man still said in a pitiful tone, "After all, hackers are facing the network, not an enemy who can really kill you, well, the information strategy and tactics team, after all, ......"

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Two men stood facing each other on the muddy grass, the rain pouring down on them.

"Mo Yuan, I know that with only this subject, you will be serious no matter what. ”

Mo Yuan spat out the muddy water in his mouth, turned around, and staggered towards the depths of the forest.

"In the end, the person who can come out must be me. He looked at Mo Yuan's back and said hatefully.

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"It's me who didn't protect my red ears. With a dull voice, scattered and unfocused pupils, Mo Yuan's body trembled slightly, "I didn't do what I should have done." ”

"Yes. The old man confirmed Mo Yuan's state again, and seemed to have met the expectations in his heart, and he was ready to get up.

"Just ......"

"What?" the old man held his body down, remaining patient.

"How are you going to face Red-Ear's father, the man who has been kind to you", a firm and slightly provocative tone, Mo Yuan's gaze met the old man's scrutiny, "Are you also going to make him feel that Red-Ear's accident is his responsibility, or let him blame me?"