Luo 'Men' thought about it, and a smile on his face was even narrower than An Nianrong's.

"Who would believe the words of a 'woman'? Even if someone believed it, do you think I'd care? ”

Seeing him bow exaggeratedly and walk backwards towards the 'door', An Nianrong couldn't wait to smash the high heels under his feet on his head.

"Actually, someone wants to see you."

If Rommon is unwilling, no one can force him to do anything. An Nianrong had to catch up, shouting behind him in a gaffe, and the people in the hall looked at this man and a 'woman', surprised by the situation between them.

Ro'mon stopped and turned around. His expression turned serious.

"Director An, if you had pointed this out earlier, I don't think we would have had to do that between us.

Reluctantly followed An Nianrong into the car again, and Luo 'Men' came to a small villa on the top of the mountain.

In the corridor, you can smell the smell of Laisu water, and the "milky" white "color" wall and ceiling "flower" board have a nostalgic mood in the soft lighting. A girl dressed as a nurse greeted An Nianrong and looked curiously at Luo 'Men' who was following her. It seemed to be a hospital, and although it was small, all the way through, he could see all the advanced medical facilities he knew about it.

An Nianrong took Luo 'Men' to a ward. In the middle of the room was a patient 'bed' connected to various electronic devices, on which lay a man wearing an oxygen mask, and in the direction of Luo 'Men' could only see the patient's sparse, pale hair that had not been trimmed for a long time.

Luo 'Gate' suddenly stopped at the entrance of the 'Gate', and there was no expression on his face.

An Nianrong took out a pair of plastic gloves from the 'drawer' of the table at the 'door', put them on, and used an 'injection' device to 'shoot' something into the tube 'inserted' into the patient's body. The patient, who had been as quiet as he had died, suddenly gasped for breath.

An Nianrong straightened up and looked at Luo 'Gate'.

"It's just that he really wants to see you."

For a moment, the expression on Luo 'Men's face was complicated, and even his gaze softened.

But it was only a matter of a moment, and his eyes became cold again.

"You don't know that there is nothing to say between me and him."

The patient coughed twice, raised a bony hand, and laboriously removed the oxygen mask from his face. His lips squirmed, and An Nianrong had to hang her head to the patient's ear to hear what he was saying.

Then she looked up at Ro'mon.

"He doesn't have a lot of time, and he wants to make the most of it."

Luo 'Men' exhaled deeply and pulled a chair over the bed.

The patient shook his head slightly, motioning for An Nianrong to leave.

An Nianrong patted the patient's hand comfortingly, tiptoed out of the ward, and gently brought the room 'door'.

An Nianrong came to the window of the ward and saw that Luo 'Men' was already sitting by the 'bed'.

The room was quiet, and the sound of two people breathing could be heard from the tiny headphones that had been hidden in her ears for a long time.

Zhong Qianmo, who was tormented by cancer, has completely turned into a dry corpse, and God knows what perseverance made him still support not to be taken away by death. Seeing his most proud student, Zhong Qianmo's pale face suddenly turned bloody.

His voice seemed to be squeezing out of his shriveled throat.

"It's nice to see you, kid, I've been waiting for a time like this."

Luo 'Gate' leaned forward and smiled at the old man who had run out of oil and lamp.

"I'm not going to listen to you say anything important anymore. All you have to do is sit quietly and wait for death, and I'd love to sit here and watch the process. There's no need for them to try to save your life, you're long overdue. ”

Zhong Qianmo wanted to laugh but had no strength, so he could only crook the corners of his mouth.

"Why do you hate me so much all of a sudden?"

Luo 'Gate' gritted his teeth. "Because I know what you've done behind us."

Zhong Qianmo's eyes suddenly bloomed with a strange light, and his eyes, which were already full of doting, suddenly had a little more appreciation.

"What do you know?"

An Nianrong was surprised by the performance of the two people. From Zhong Qianmo's evaluation of Luo 'Men', she can see how much Zhong Qianmo loves Luo 'Men', but Luo 'Men's performance is saying that there is some uncommon hatred between them.

Luo 'Men' looked into Zhong Qianmo's eyes, his voice full of suppressed pain.

"What happened in Pakistan is a trap. In order to lure the 'temptation' and 'oracle'***, you arranged for the destruction of Team A. I watched Xu Kawaie's head be opened with my own eyes, and his brains and blood were splashed all over my face. There were also Shen Maopai and Zhao Sanhong, who were also killed in that operation. You can be at peace with what you're doing, but I can't. Because I'm a human being, not a cold 'bastard' who just knows how to get things done. ”

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Zhong Qianmo waved his hand weakly. "I've made a lot of similar decisions in my life, so I don't care if you understand it or not. Even if I had to make a decision now, I would still do it. As I said before, there is nothing that no one cannot sacrifice in order to accomplish the task. ”

Luo 'Men' looked at him coldly. "Maybe I should tell ACE the inside story and you know what his reaction will be."

Zhong Qianmo's eyes suddenly emitted a sharp light that did not seem to be what a patient could have.

"Our business depends on this callousness! That's why you exist! Not everyone can enjoy a comfortable and good life, and there are always people who have to sacrifice themselves for the benefit of others. I don't care if you're willing or not, as long as I choose you, you'll have to be the one who sacrifices yourself for someone else! ”

Luo 'Gate' was silent for a moment.

"Did your plan work, then?"

"Then it's up to you, kid, to unravel the mystery now."

Luo 'Men' looked at Zhong Qianmo coldly. "Looks like the plan worked, but there's nothing you can do about the 'oracle', so you'll need a substitute for the dead, and obviously, you've chosen me."

"The greatest honor is reserved for the most illustrious people, Romen, and you should be happy." Zhong Qianmo rolled his eyes laboriously. "You must know how much I hope for you."

An Nianrong outside heard Zhong Qianmo's painful gasp, and it took him a lot of strength to say 'wave'.

When Rommon spoke, there was no emotion in his voice.

"No matter what you say, I don't care anymore. When you decided to sacrifice us, I decided not to see you as someone I could trust anymore. The only thing I can do for you is to sit here and watch you breathe. ”

"The artist has more than enough 'waves', but not enough courage." Zhong Qianmo's eyes were full of ridicule. "Could it be that you've always been a coward, just acting brave?"

Ro' smiled. "I don't argue with people who are going to die."

Zhong Qianmo coughed twice.

"But I still have something to entrust you."

Ro'men shook his head. "Don't dream, I'm not going to do anything for you anymore."

Zhong Qianmo grabbed Luo Men's hand suddenly.

A dying old man suddenly made such a violent movement, which surprised Luo 'Men'. No matter how much he hated Zhong Qianmo, after all, he was already a dying person, thinking of the old man's respect and care for him, Luo Men's heart softened.

He took the old man's hand, which was so thin that there were only a handful of bones. "Let's enjoy your last moments."

Zhong Qianmo's smile was bleak and helpless. "Enjoy? I have time to enjoy myself in the grave. I had to do what I had to do before I left. And you're the one I trust the most, so you have to help me. ”

There was no expression on Ro'mon's face. "Stop insulting trust."

Zhong Qianmo motioned for Luo 'Men' to lean his ears over.

An Nianrong's headphones could still hear Zhong Qianmo's voice, but it was no longer very real, and from Luo Men's expression, it was impossible to see what was 'communicating' between them.

Zhong Qianmo whispered in Luo's ear for five minutes.

When Luo 'Men' sat up straight, he cast a meaningful glance at An Nianrong outside the window.

An Nianrong heard the conversation between the two again.

"If you want to go with peace of mind, just 'hand' me ACE and Ma Xibei."

Zhong Qianmo grabbed the 'bed' sheet, the pain was destroying his weak body. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Luo 'Men' finally couldn't hold back the hatred in his voice.

"You have deceived them into making their lives more miserable than dead, and it is all thanks to you, so do something good for them before you die."

Zhong Qianmo trembled. "ACE will only hurt you."

Ro' raised his voice. "I'm not asking you. Unless you 'hand' me ACE and Ma Xibei, I won't mention the word trust even if I haven't been here. ”

A large amount of sweat broke out on Zhong Qianmo's forehead. No matter what An Nianrong 'shot' him just now, it has lost its effect now, and his body is 'twitching' because of the pain.

An Nianrong hurriedly rushed to the room and picked up another 'shot' device, but Zhong Qianmo firmly refused.

He gently held An Nianrong's hand and smiled peacefully.

"I'm so tired I can't hold it anymore. And my mind is gone, it's time to leave. ”

An Nianrong only shouted "Uncle Zhong", and she was already 'sobbing'.

Zhong Qianmo smiled. His body trembled even more, and even his words could no longer be heard.

"'Hand over' ACE and Ma Xibei to Luo 'Men', and he will help you."

An Nianrong covered her mouth for fear that she would cry, so she could only nod her head again and again.

Zhong Qianmo looked at Luo 'Men' in distraction. "I have one more word for you, son. Beneath the cloak of nobility must be a vile soul. ”

He took a few deep breaths and looked at An Nianrong and smiled.

"Give me a shot of strength as we promised, and let my heart burst happily instead of falling asleep unconsciously."

An Nianrong couldn't cry anymore.

Romen found a bottle of adrenaline in the drawer and plunged it through a tube on the old man's wrist.

Looking at Luo 'Men's actions, the corners of Zhong Qianmo's mouth 'revealed' a smile.

"Child, in fact, your heart is still so kind."

Before the words fell, the adrenaline was already working in his body. The long-term torture of illness has made all of Zhong Qianmo's organs fail to the point of ineffectiveness, and the adrenaline makes his heart beat overload at this time, just like Zhong Qianmo himself said, until the beat bursts.

Zhong Qianmo let out a long gasp from the depths of his throat, and then paused on the 'bed', his eyes that were still wide open slowly became dim.

The ECG monitor emits a long tone of warning.