Seeing that Chen Xiqiao was fearless, Yu Jingque felt that he had been stepped on by his tail.

Yu Jingque glared at Chen Xiqiao and said, "I will kill you now, and the people in the Special Service Department will not know it." ”

"Yes, you can kill me, anyway, the people from the Secret Service don't know you've been here."

"But you have to understand that only I know your identity, and if I die, you are a traitor." Chen Xiqiao's words made Yu Jingque clench his fists, wanting to give two more punches to Chen Xiqiao's face.

"Zhang Ping is dead, I am the only one who knows your identity, I am dead, you will not be able to turn over for the rest of your life." Chen Xiqiao's words were a little cold.

Yu Jingque sat opposite the Chen Xi Bridge and said, "You still have the face to come back, you still have the face to come back to this place, you sit in this room, don't you feel panicked?" ”

Faced with Yu Jingque's sudden question, Chen Xiqiao did not have the demeanor he had just now, and a trace of softness appeared between his eyebrows.

It's just that this trace of softness is fleeting, and Chen Xiqiao has become cold again.

"Where is she buried?" Chen Xiqiao came to such an inexplicable sentence, but Yu Jingque understood it.

"You don't deserve to mention her." Yu Jingque said.

"Where did you bury my daughter?" Chen Xiqiao asked again.

Yu Jingque slapped his hand on the table in anger and shouted, "You are not worthy of being Manjushri's father." ”

Looking at Yu Jingque's angry appearance, Chen Xiqiao said: "You are engaged in espionage work, don't you know the truth that joy and anger are invisible?" ”

"Are you playing an angry drama on me right now?"

"I'm not as cold-blooded as you." Yu Jingque gradually regained some reason, and the formation of habits should be deep-rooted.

It's not that the longer the oppression, the more ferocious the outbreak.

And the longer the oppression, the less it can erupt, because the result of the outbreak is death.

"You're not cold-blooded? I listened to Zhang Ping's evaluation of you, saying that you have a good talent, and now it seems that you are average. Chen Xiqiao no longer talked about his daughter Manjushri, but instead talked about Yu Jingque.

"You don't give me nonsense, I won't tell you a word about Manjushri, you are not worthy of being her father at all."

When he mentioned Wenjushri, Yu Jingque's heart rushed up.

"Does she hate me?" Chen Xiqiao asked suddenly.

"Hate?"

"When she is seventeen years old, you don't say goodbye, the people who arrested you will force her to death, you say that she is ruthless or not." When Yu Jingque said this, he felt that the scene was still vivid.

It was raining heavily, and Manjushri was forced to die in the street, blood spilling all over the ground.

Manjushri himself crashed to death on a telephone pole, and when Yu Jingque rushed over, Wenju was already lying on the ground, and the heavy rain carried the blood and water to Yu Jingque's feet.

Yu Jingque, who was standing in place, didn't know that he was eighteen years old back then.

Manjushri's body was taken from the street at random and thrown outside the city, and Yu Jingque stumbled over and took Manjushri's body out.

It's cold.

Manjusri's corpse was very cold, and no matter how Yu Jingque shouted, Manjushri did not answer.

The girl who was cheerful, loved to laugh, and accompanied Yu Jingque to play in the streets and alleys of Bingcheng died.

Yu Jingque, who was holding the body of Manjushri, seemed to understand something at that moment, what the establishment of Manchukuo meant.

Tears mixed with rain fell from Yu Jingque's face, and Yu Jingque did not cry after that day.

Manjushri's body was buried by Yu Jingque.

Ten fingers dug desperately into the ground, and after digging a layer of muddy surface soaked in rainwater, it was hard soil.

Yu Jingque seemed to be unconscious, his ten fingers were bleeding, and his nails were rotten.

People say that ten fingers are connected to the heart, it should be the pain of the heart, but Yu Jingque doesn't seem to feel it.

The body of Manjushri was buried, and Yu Jingque sat in a daze.

The girl who smiled and said that she would grow up and marry her wife stayed forever at the age of seventeen.

Flower the same age, forever ......

"You just went to the Zhengyang Police Station the next year because of Manjushri's death, right?" Chen Xiqiao suddenly spoke, interrupting Yu Jingque's memories.

The cold memories made Yu Jingque's eyes cold.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Yu Jingque is not good at all about Chen Xiqiao.

"Zhang Ping thinks that he developed you, but he doesn't know that you chose him." Chen Xiqiao shook his head, as if he was feeling sorry for Zhang Ping, who didn't figure it out until he died.

"Is there a difference?" Yu Jingque asked.

Chen Xiqiao nodded with a smile and said, "No, Zhang Ping deliberately found out his identity for you, and you have doubts in your heart." ”

"But you are looking forward to it, you didn't show favor too quickly, worried about scaring Zhang Ping away, in fact, you are very eager in your heart." Chen Xiqiao's words, Yu Jingque did not deny it.

Zhang Ping hid well in the police station, Yu Jingque didn't find it two years ago, but when Zhang Ping revealed it, Yu Jingque began to wait patiently.

In four years, Yu Jingque's dream came true.

But looking at the Chen Xi Bridge in front of him, Yu Jingque said: "I knew that it was you behind me, and I would rather wait for another four years." ”

"Wait?"

"You can't afford to wait, you have hatred in your heart, don't you?"

Chen Xiqiao's words, word by word pierced Yu Jingque.

"Yes and what, what can you see through me, can Manjushri come back to life?"

"Can you bring her back to life?"

Yu Jingque suppressed his anger, and for a few years, Yu Jingque was always unforgettable in his heart.

Embarking on this road is Yu Jingque's own choice, not anyone's decision.

"You already knew it was me, but you never saw me, you're afraid to see me, aren't you?" Yu Jingque said with a sneer.

Zhang Ping said that he wanted to take Yu Jingque to see the snow fox, but then he disappeared, and Zhang Ping told Yu Jingque that it was because the snow fox was worried about safety.

Yu Jingque understood very well at the time, after all, there are so many dangers in this industry, and there is nothing wrong with being careful.

Now it seems that Snow Fox is worried about safety, but it is not the exposure that is worried, but Yu Jingque himself.

Chen Xiqiao didn't explain, and directly admitted: "Yes, I'm worried, I'm worried that you will kill me." ”

"You're not worried, if I had been asked to see you at the time, I would have killed you." Zhang Ping's death made Yu Jingque learn a lot of things, including these changes.

"But I never thought that you could find me, unexpectedly." Chen Xiqiao looked at Yu Jingque, he really felt unexpected.

He can't see Yu Jingque, otherwise it would be today's situation.

He wanted to hide here, and when the news of the police department's search had passed, he would leave, and then find someone to contact Yu Jingque, so as to restore contact with Yu Jingque.

At that time, even if Yu Jingque got his own photo from the secret service department, Chen Xiqiao would have left here a long time ago, and Yu Jingque would have come to the air.

But Chen Xiqiao never expected that Yu Jingque would actually come over, and he would find it in such a short time.

Yu Jingque snorted coldly and said, "Using the ability of the Secret Service Section, is it difficult to investigate your photos?" ”

Hearing Yu Jingque's words, Chen Xiqiao suddenly realized.

"Good boy, now I kind of believe Zhang Ping's words, you are indeed talented, you dare to take the hitchhiker of the secret service department."

"Looks like you took them with you to find my place so quickly."

Chen Xiqiao already knew in his heart that Yu Jingque's plan was clear in his heart, but it was difficult to hide his surprise.

Are you bold?

It's too big, Yu Jingque's hand is playing......

It's a good game for antelopes to hang their horns, and the sword goes sideways, which is surprisingly successful.

If you don't play well, you will set yourself on fire, make yourself cocooned, and dig your own grave.

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