"Shake the blue, shake you

Sleep quickly

Go to sleep

Go to sleep

Warmed by Rido'

The ethereal music still floats around the restaurant, but the characters on the stage have all come to an end, or are looking forward to a new role.

-

Walking without footsteps, Jiang Leng walked through the door of the restaurant, the hustle and bustle around him had nothing to do with him, those police officers, those puppets, as if they were in two worlds with him.

"The site has been contained. He muttered to himself.

-

Chen Xiao looked at the monitoring screen, observing the man's every move named Jiang Leng, and an unwilling expression appeared on his face.

-

Jiang Leng stopped, leaned down, and looked at Yu Deshui who was lying on the ground, with a large amount of blood on his chest, and blood all under his body, "I didn't expect that your end up would be to die in a pool of blood, Comrade An", he looked at Yu Deshui's messy hair, and the part of the pillow on the ground was soaked in blood, "Sitting in the office, isn't it good? At least, you won't die." ”

Yu Deshui, with his eyes closed—Mo Yuan's eyes closed for him, quiet, peaceful, and without pain.

Sighing, Jiang Leng stood up and walked in the direction of Mo Yuan Xiaolan, "Yu Deshui, my colleague, please handle it properly", he said to his subordinates behind him.

"Yes. ”

"And then there are the two spy kids. He muttered to himself.

Quietly, a flash of red on the ground in the distance met his slender eyes, and his eyes widened slightly.

The long and white flesh is wrapped in a red dress, the corners of the mouth are covered with blood, and the curvature is still warm, although the eyes are closed, you can imagine the clear and bright appearance, the tired face, the calm expression, the fine and soft hair, stuck to her forehead and cheeks, "I was a beauty before I was born", Jiang Leng muttered to himself, he leaned down, slowly stretched out his hand, stopped slightly in mid-air, and took it back, "It's a pity, it's dead." ”

He stood up and looked at the dining table next to the woman, on the tablecloth, two radial blood stains, replaying the previous experience.

"This woman is the spy of country C mentioned in the intelligence, Red Ear", he paused, "just let her lie on the ground, it is not in the style of the state of etiquette, and she should be in a hurry to return to her own country as soon as possible." ”

"Yes. The subordinate behind him nodded.

"What about the man who is not dead?" Jiang Leng finally remembered Mo Yuan, "Blue Eyes...... Dead or saved?"

"It has been sent to a nearby emergency center, and the examination confirmed that the bullet was grazed by the heart, and at present, it is still being rescued. ”

"If he survives......" Jiang Leng glanced at the red ear, "He will be more painful, it's better to die." ”

"Do you want to give an order?" the subordinate behind him hesitated.

"The state of etiquette, the state of etiquette, I'm kidding", Jiang Leng continued to walk forward, "What's more, you shouldn't live up to that bad marksmanship." ”

Broken tempered glass windows, which have been temporarily sealed. Before, the frenzied currents had subsided.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the glass slag pulled Jiang Leng from his own world into the real world, he smelled blood, he smelled paranoia, he smelled revenge, and a little bit of faith.

"Those who disrupt order flee very quickly. He muttered to himself.

-

Warm sunshine, sprinkled on the body, comfortable.

Mo Yuan closed his eyes and lay on the grass in the shade of the trees.

In the distance, parents, preparing lunch on a mat.

A phone rang, "It's him," and his father said to his mother, "I'll take it," and got up and walked a few steps away.

"Can't you give more choice?" his father asked, "even if there are rules, but for the sake of ......"

"With my eyes closed, sure enough, my hearing will be better," Mo Yuan said in his heart, "I can hear the sound so far away." ”

"No! so far away, I shouldn't be able to hear clearly!"

Mo Yuan's heart trembled, "Who is talking?"

He snapped his eyes open.

The sunlight, as soft and bright as a stream, suddenly froze into ice, shattered, and shimmered, like sharp glass, flew towards him and pierced into his heart.

Pain, pain from both worlds.

The branches above the head slowly dried up, the leaves withered and withered, the trunk split from the middle, and the black human shape appeared in it.

Mo Yuan struggled and sat up, and on the grass in the distance, there was nothing but empty mats.

He looked down at his chest, there was no blood, just pain.

He stood up and looked at the black humanoid.

The black human figure, looking at him.

Blood flowed slowly from the humanoid's chest, bright red.

-

"200 joules, ready!"

I shuddered involuntarily.

Those doctors with masks, sweating profusely, what are they doing?

"300 joules, ready!"

Am I dead?

I shuddered again involuntarily, it was ridiculous.

This shadowless lamp is so dazzling. Who's going to close my eyes.

Sleepy, sleepy.

"360 joules, ready!"

Can't they close my eyes? It's too glaring.

I trembled involuntarily again, if Xiao Lan saw it, she would definitely make fun of me: "It turns out that Mo Yuan, who is unruly, will also be at the mercy of others!"

Who is Xiaolan?

Who am I?

Where am I?

Why is my face wet?

Who are you? Your eyes are as clear as the stars in the night sky, why do you cry?

Are you blinking? I seem to know that it has a special meaning, a meaning that I should understand.

I've seen it.

I remember.

-

The black human form gradually took on color.

He gradually lost his color.

"Goodbye!" he waved his hand.

Humanoid, nodded slightly.

-

"It worked!" the doctor exclaimed, relieved.

The heart, once again, was beating stubbornly.