"The sun sinks into the ground, not necessarily, the moon will rise. Mo Yuan stared at the old man, repeating the words of the old man before, his left hand gently grasped the quilt, the red color was a little more wrinkled, "Is this your wish, or, your fear?"

"Blue eyes, young man speak, don't be too provocative", the old man's gaze remained, falling out of the window, "your body is still recovering, in case of an accident, it will bother me very much, I don't like to write reports, especially for those who were born and died in the enemy, and in the end, ended their lives in such a place", the old man turned his head slowly, his eyes were scattered, there was no focus, his eyes left the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, but it was more bloody than the red on the sheets.

Mo Yuan, couldn't help but shudder, he tried his best to control his weak body, grabbed the quilt's left hand, and clenched it tighter.

"Fear?" the old man glanced at Mo Yuan's left hand and smiled contemptuously, "If, that mission of country A, is not ...... If, in every previous mission, you can have this kind of awareness, I will be more optimistic about you. ”

"Is it a tool that is more suitable for you?" Mo Yuan sneered.

"At least, then, it won't become your so-called 'gift of trading'", the old man shook his head slightly, "Most people are just tools, becoming a valuable tool is the meaning of most people's lives, if you don't abide by such rules, you will be out of the game in advance", the old man glanced at Mo Yuan's left hand clutching the quilt again, trembling slightly, "It seems that ...... It's not ...... fear."

"Is it necessary for you to preach like this to a worthless tool?" Mo Yuan wondered, "I don't appreciate your life in the slightest...... However, I like to have a goal-oriented boss who has few words, although his goals are of no interest to me. ”

"Heh", the old man sighed and lowered his eyes, "Probably people are old, that's it." ”

Mo Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Silence –

Only, the sound of the air conditioner, and the slight coolness, disturbed an old man, and, a young man.

Mo Yuan lowered his head and quietly looked at the quilt, the afterglow of the sunset was getting darker and darker.

Suddenly, those dull reds, patches of land, irregularly, blurred.

"Look, Tata. ”

It was like a drop of water hitting the windowpane.

Mo Yuan looked at the window.

Circles of water, sparsely, on the windows, slowly spread out.

"Boom-"

A thunderclap.

The water ripples became dense, layered on top of each other, like a curtain of water, covering everything outside the window, leaving only the continuous sound of rain.

"Tonight, you can get a good night's sleep. So the old man got up and walked to the door.

Mo Yuan's gaze left the window and followed the old man.

The old man walked to the door and stopped, "At least, people won't be able to see the bright moon tonight." ”

The door opened, and the accompanying guards stood upright.

"Let's go. The old man said.

"Yes. ”

"Will this rain fall overnight?" Mo Yuan asked in his heart, suddenly realizing that this question was extremely boring.

Early morning.

The rising sun.

A few rays of sunlight poured into the room through the open windows and with the fresh air.

Mo Yuan, who had recovered his body, sat at the desk, and the keyboard sound was crisp and loud - it was Xiaolan's mechanical keyboard, and there was a cup of Scottish porridge on the table, which was within easy reach.

"About the 'miracle' ......", Mo Yuan stopped his finger.

Take a deep breath and exhale again.

Reason told him that everything could be explained by technology.

However, when the white wings of angels, like hands, protected the nun-like woman, he clearly felt a kind of inviolability and inviolability, yes, what more suitable explanation could there be than a miracle?

After a moment of contemplation, he continued to write his mission report.

Xiaolan's death is to be valuable.

What Mo Yuan can do is to try his best to tap these values.

The Scottish porridge faded into the cup.

Gradually, the sunlight disappeared from the east window.

The keyboard sound is still crisp and loud.

Close the screen.

Mo Yuan stood up.

He looked around his room slightly, it was messy, only this desk, clean and tidy.

"Whew. Mo Yuan stretched his body and looked at the window to the west, where the setting sun reflected the sky unusually warm.

Go outside.

Mo Yuan raised his head, the sky was blue and clear, and the clouds were like white sails wandering on the sea, all the way to the west, gradually turning into red flames and blending into the sunset.

Mo Yuan turned on the communication device.

Wait tone.

"Director", Mo Yuan said, "I have already submitted the mission report this time. ”

"Very well," replied the old man, "but the title of Director is still in time...... Never mind. "He felt bored.

"I would like to apply to withdraw from the Strategic Danger Intervention and Espionage Logistics Service," said suddenly, but for a long time, "to be more precise, I am applying to withdraw from the Department of Homeland Security." ”

"Don't you want revenge?" the old man paused, "What's more, staying here, you can do more, and for Xiaolan, it will also make her death more ......"

"No, I'm too weak", Mo Yuan's tone was firm, "I'm just suitable to be a hacker, I don't want to be put to death by others, but I don't want to put others to death." ”

"I can transfer you to other departments to perform other tasks," the old man's tone aggravated, "and the environment in which those tasks are located will strictly abide by the 'life support principle'." ”

"No, the environment in which the last mission was carried out would have complied with the 'life support principle'", I understand the way of doing things in country A", Mo Yuan said regretfully, "However, accidents will always happen." ”

"Stay here and you can do so much more. The old man repeated his words.

"I don't want to have another accident, and I can't afford another accident", Mo Yuan looked at the sunset in the distance, "What's more, my partner is no longer there." ”

"Partners can ...... again"

"No, if you've ever lost your partner...... And, as you say, I didn't do what I was supposed to do. The sunset, in Mo Yuan's eyes, gradually sank into the distant horizon.

"I see," the old man's tone returned to his usual tone, "then, follow the procedure." ”

"Thank you. ”

The call was hung up.

"How long have you been standing there?" Mo Yuan said coldly, "When others are on the phone, they should stand at an appropriate distance, don't you understand this politeness?"

"I ...... Didn't want to listen to your call". A timid female voice came from behind Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan turned around.

Large, sly eyes, a simple ponytail, and a purple-trimmed gold badge on his chest—BFIPU's badge, but the missing horn, which symbolizes the informal staff—is complete: "I am the Kingfisher of BFIPU." ”

"Hmm. ”

"You're not weak," she said, "and you need a partner." ”