As the weakest force of the special task force at present, An Yan's work tonight is more rear-side—he is following a small team to arrest the remnants of criminals and evacuate civilians along the streets. At the same time, all possible IT technical support is provided.

The rain was so heavy that An Yan's glasses couldn't be seen clearly, so he took out the mirror cloth, carefully wiped the moisture on it, and put it back on. In his mind, he remembered the information he had searched for—the ruined city of Puluo, the devastating landslide predicted by experts, and the rain tonight...... It always made him feel uneasy. But he has always been a rational and non-intuitive person, so his mind is still firm and sharp.

At this time, the team came to a house on the corner of the street, and a sign of the Red Cross was hung at the door.

An Yan had already heard Bo Jinyan mention Wen Rong, and now the goods were still seriously injured and unconscious in the hands of the police, and he never woke up. He also listened to Bo Jinyan's advice before parting: Wen Rong said that there was a return gift for them, so that they should be careful when acting. An Yan's heart sank, and he motioned for the special police officers to enter the room with him.

Before entering the house, An Yan quickly glanced around, and even carefully stared at every corner of the wall, and did not find any strange wiring and switches, so he was sure that at least there were no bombs planted on the periphery. He followed the SWAT into the house.

The house is not big, only two rooms inside and outside, and at first glance, it is empty. Due to the lessons of the past, An Yan was vigilant like a hunting dog at this moment, and when he turned on the bomb detector he carried with him, there was still no abnormality. He was relieved.

At this time, a special police officer who entered the back room shouted, "There's a big box here!" ”

An Yan immediately ran in.

It was a simple bedroom. The bed, table, and curtains are all plain and generous colors. Only on the open space next to the bed was a large box nearly two meters long, 80 centimeters wide and 50 centimeters high. It's metallic, all silvery-white, and there's even electricity at one end. It looks like a lid on the top, but now it closes tightly, and there is an LCD control panel on the lid, which faintly emits a "gurgling" sound of water.

An Yan's heart sank.

Looking at the size of the box, just a person is lying down.

"Open it slowly." He said.

Several armed policemen worked together to push with him. The lid was extremely heavy, but it did not stand still, and with the efforts of everyone, it slowly and gradually slid open.

An Yan first saw a strand of long black hair floating in the water.

He was suddenly stunned, and Bo Jinyan's words sounded in his ears:

He said...... Leave us a return gift.

Perhaps it is to harm our fellow soldiers.

……

Some unspeakably strong emotion suddenly hit him in the heart. He remembered that the last time Gu Yanyi called him was six days ago, and he hadn't been in touch since. However, he was involved in the planning of the general offensive at the headquarters, and he was so busy that he completely forgot about it...... The flashlight in his hand fell to the ground, and he gripped the lid with both hands and began to push it back desperately. The special police officers next to him were all startled and hurriedly stopped him: "An Yan! What happened to you? Beware of traps! ”

However, An Yan ignored it at all and yelled: "Let go!" Several SWAT officers saw that he was like this, so they simply helped push together. Finally, there was a "whoosh", and the heavy cover was pushed open!

Inside, there was a man lying there.

She was covered in ropes, and it was evident that she could not escape under the heavy cover. The inner surface of the box is clean and smooth, and there are no signs of struggle. The water had flooded over her head, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, and her brow was furrowed. She is so beautiful and young, she is still wearing the T-shirt and shorts that she usually wears at home, and she has a pair of long legs that are invincible. I don't know how long the person has been soaked in the water, and the water is still bubbling and slowly rising, and it looks like it is about to overflow.

An Yan stood dumbfounded.

"Hurry up and save people!" A SWAT officer picked her up from the water.

"Still angry?" Someone asked.

"It's out of gas...... Who will she be? ”

An Yan let out a terrible scream, and suddenly fell to his knees, his hands tightly hugging her cold body.

——

Jian Yao's skills are no match for the butterfly killer no matter what.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on a boat. The cabins are small and somewhat old, clean and tidy. A goose-yellow lamp, hanging overhead. Gently swaying with the waves. The hatch was open, and a man sat in the bow of the ship.

Jian Yao remembered the scene when she looked at Luo Lang before she fell unconscious, and cold sweat broke out. She never expected that Luo Lang was both a butterfly killer and a ...... The boss of the Mask Killer? But she remembered that in the past year or so, all the things they got along with, as well as Bo Jinyan and her portrait of the butterfly killer, it was reasonable to say that this fact was unreasonable......

With all kinds of doubts, Jian Yao got up and walked towards him.

He noticed, stood up, and turned to look at her. He had a cigarette in his hand, and unlike ordinary people, between his middle and ring fingers, he squinted slightly, looked at her for a moment, and then walked into the cabin.

Jian Yao's footsteps paused. By the dim light of the cabin, she could see his face. That's right, it's always the same face, even the mole on the side of the brow is exactly the same. It can't be another person in this world. And in this world, there will never be a second person who looks at her with such eyes. It was so heavy, profound, and sad, exactly the same as the look in his eyes before he fell off the cliff.

But why did Jian Yao feel that he was different again?

A thought crossed her mind like a spark: the Butterfly Killer and the Mask Killer were two completely different portraits......

He stood a few paces away from her, seemed a little embarrassed, and raised his hand to take another drag on his cigarette. When Jian Yao saw his smoking gesture, her heart shook violently.

"Jian Yao." He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I've done something that disgusts you again." ”

Jian Yao stared at him with those black and white eyes: "Since you know that I will be disgusted, why do you keep doing it?" ”

Luo Lang seemed to be poked in the sore spot, and his body trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry, I can't control it. I...... How to endure and want to be with you. He said, "Jian Yao, listen to me, I will never hurt you." I've spent so much time guarding your side and getting nothing...... This ship will sail to the China-Myanmar border, as long as you follow me, I don't need any other love stories, no more other lives. Pak Luo has collapsed, and the whole thing will be submerged by the mudslide. We survived, and I'll take you away. I will make you forget all the past, remember only me, and only remember our warm and happy future. ”

Jian Yao's whole body was terrified, and for a moment, she almost had to believe that this was his crazy words from the heart. But when she raised her head and saw Luo Lang's eyes again, those eyes that were so bright that they were almost treacherous, she suddenly realized like an enlightenment! One of the simplest, but most incredible, conclusions rushed into her mind.

"You're not Luo Lang!" She blurted out. (To be continued.) )