In the afternoon, at three o'clock, the long-lost bright sunshine conquered the city.

Han Yue walked past the window and cast a small shadow.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't expect you to actually go."

"Eat. Way. Ling Shucheng's answer was succinct and to the point.

"Don't, don't, don't come with me." Han Yue raised his eyebrows suggestively, "Are you a little too concerned about this matter?" Or are you ...... to that girl?"

"There are two very strange things." Ling Shucheng didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, "I was just about to ask your opinion." ”

"You're polite, you're welcome, little boss, you say what you say."

"I've seen their interrogation reports. As for why he was able to survive the first mental attack, Yuan Sui explained it this way. Ling Shucheng paused slightly, "Because she was in an extremely poor mental state at that time, the leader of the sixth group was using her ability to calm her spirit. It may be that the two survived because of this. ”

"What do you mean by 'extremely poor mental state'?" Han Yue laughed a little.

"The reason she gave was that she was very nervous when she landed on the island for the first time." Ling Shucheng said lightly.

"Poof, for this reason, I have to detain her. Even if she is making it up, she has to go in a reliable direction, she doesn't deserve to be ......" Speaking of this, Han Yue was suddenly stunned, "You mean ......"

"Second, I think she's really happy in the quiet room." Ling Shucheng rubbed his eyebrows, as if he had thought for a while, "This kind of happiness can't be hidden, I haven't seen a few people so leisurely in the quiet room." Besides, if she had just experienced what I had speculated and was interrogated on suspicion of being a traitor, I think the normal population would have been hysterical. ”

"What you're saying is kind of intriguing." After thinking about it, Han Yue added solemnly, "But you don't seem to have been to the quiet room a few times, right?" You don't seem to be able to deal with Xiao Xu. ”

"That's not the point."

"Well, you have two main points, I get it. One is that you suspect that Gensui is happy to stay in the quiet room. If she didn't really have a mental problem, then she would rather accept suspicion than stay in an isolated environment for a while, and there might be something deep about it. And the second one—" Han Yue pursed his lips, controlling himself not to spoil the atmosphere of the room by laughing too much, "even if that girl's behavior is so strange...... You're still inclined to believe her. ”

Ling Shucheng pretended not to understand Han Yue's crazy hints, shook his head, and rarely took the initiative to explain: "On the premise that the clues are not enough, I believe that the first instinct is correct in most cases. If she consciously stays in a closed place – in other words, in a safe place, there's a good chance she's holding some information. After all, she was the only survivor who had direct contact with that group of people. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, you're hoping to be able to have a private encounter with her. Even if I grudgingly believe that you don't have any purpose other than work...... It's not surprising that you have any purpose, but you've grown up. Han Yue was more and more persuasive, but gradually said more and more biased, "However, my task is to remind you." You have to understand that the person who can escape in that condition, and even succeed in getting your attention, is definitely not a simple person. You need to explain to me why you think she's telling you, even if she really has some key information hidden? Because you barely saved her? Or are you particularly confident in your charisma and ready to sacrifice your hue for the task? ”

"The first question I can't explain to you, it's just a gut feeling. As for the rest, I don't mind you making my personal jokes, but I still hope you can do it in moderation. ”

"Who did you learn this serious way of speaking from?" Han Yue finally couldn't help laughing, "However, I have to make a statement first." I don't approve of you having private contact with her, but I will arrange for you to meet your father so that you can be educated by his old man. ”

"Thank you." Ling Shucheng nodded.

Han Yue was nominally his deputy, but in fact it was his father's orders that were given priority, and he was regarded as a "important minister" specially assigned to him by his father, who worked part-time to guide and supervise his behavior. Ling Shucheng vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard that Han Yue and him were distant relatives somewhere. The blood relationship is still more reliable than most relationships, just like he and his father, even if they are so distant that they still need Han Yue, the middleman, to "pass through", but mutual trust is still thin.

"I have one condition, though." Han Yue suddenly spoke.

"You say."

"It's really annoying to engage in writing work every day, and to intrigue with people for you. I can't imagine how he will have to get words out of my mouth the next time I see Xu Zeyuan. Han Yue did an individual rotation exercise, "In this way, let's move our muscles and bones and learn from each other." ”

"Yes."

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Ling Shucheng's gaze swept over the various well-maintained and beautiful firearms in the storage room in turn, and finally, he slowly pulled out a feather fencing from the corner of the cabinet. It is a blunt sword commonly used in ancient Europe for practice, which is said to have taken shape in the swordsmanship academy nearly a thousand years ago, and there is always a sense of dissonance when it is put together with the products of modern technology.

Ling Shucheng is neither an ancient chivalrous man with a fairy wind and bones, nor a knight full of "loyalty" and "faith". If he had been invited by anyone else, he would probably have been more accustomed to using the Beretta 92FS, a stable but old-fashioned, aesthetically pleasing weapon. However, Han Yue's "competition" is the kind of "competition" understood in the literal sense, not the kind of marksmanship competition taught in military academies, not a complex terrain confrontation drill, but like two swordsmen who were born in the wrong era, using some martial arts that should have become a small part of the history books without test points.

Even now, when the status of cold weapons has been significantly improved, Han Yue is also an outlier among the different.

Ammunition supply is seriously insufficient, heavy weapons are scarce, and there are many strange "talents...... Under many constraints, firearms may not be the most reliable companion of today's soldiers. I don't remember which teacher in the military school once hyped that "thermal weapons are in many cases inferior to a brick", which is said to have caused a strong resonance among many military personnel - and the explosive plunge in the price of ammunition on the black market.

Ling Shucheng had also put in a lot of energy and learned a lot of so-called "ancient swordsmanship", but this did not mean that he would choose to rely only on cold weapons to carry out tasks. The supply of supplies for active duty soldiers takes precedence over any other "person" with a great status, and the members of the active duty team are the most emotile to wasting bullets. Even among the city police, who promote frugality, thermal weapons are a must-have for everyone, after all, the "swordsmanship" that can really be used in actual combat is too difficult to get started, and in comparison, pulling the trigger is still much more approachable for all ages.

But Han Yue will only use cold weapons. According to his own statement, in addition to the "martial arts" such as "Japanese ancient swordsmanship", which sounds like it should only appear in literary works, his second specialty is Hongquan, which sounds even more confusing.

For any other soldier, just using this kind of joking kung fu will make people poke in the back. But Han Yue is not afraid, first, he is thick-skinned and hard enough, and second, he does have the capital to act recklessly. Ten years ago, he graduated from the school with the first place in the current class, and he can almost be regarded as a living "special talent" in the history of the school, or a "generation of grandmasters" in the mouth of the younger generations.

Even this "Grandmaster of the Generation" always subdues others in the form of sneak attacks.

Han Yue, with a special "gift", is somewhat similar to a chameleon in nature. This is not to say that he is able to change the color of his skin without the help of any tools, but rather to describe his ability to hide himself without the help of anything outside, even when he is very close to others. This ability is of course ineffective in the objective recording of facts in the footage of surveillance equipment, but it is always surprisingly useful in the premise of approaching any unsuspecting person at close range.

So the most suitable profession for him is not to run errands for Ling Shucheng, but to be an assassin. Snipers are squatters to assassinate, and assassins don't go over the walls of their opponents' houses with their guns on their shoulders.

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However, when he saw the double knives in the other party's hands, Ling Shucheng was still stunned, and muttered: "What are you doing here?" 'Two days first-class'? He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Han Yue's new moves were really endless-the last time he suddenly threw the knife and put on a boxing posture, which had already made Ling Shucheng a little overwhelmed.

"My master has never taught me such a high-level thing, her old man is foolish in all moves, even if it is a knife as a stick with a blade, it is no problem, it works."

“…… It's really insightful. Ling Shucheng sighed, and at the same time pretended to be inadvertently and briefly observed Han Yue's expression. Laughing a lot, nothing was a problem.

"Did I say what the names of these two knives were when they were in my master's hands before they were passed into my hands?"

Ling Shucheng shook his head.

"This knife is called 'Big Brother', and this rib is called 'Little Second Brother'. My master took it himself. ”

Ling Shucheng couldn't help but look at these two "brothers". Fortunately, they don't understand human speech, so they don't mind what their names are.

"I changed my name to a more literate one."

“…… What did it change? ”

"If you win, I'll unravel the mystery."

Actually, I'm really not too curious, Ling Shu thought sincerely, but he still asked very embarrassedly: "What if I lose?" ”

"I'll talk about it when you lose. So unconfident in yourself? ”

This sounds extremely unfair. But Ling Shucheng didn't care about this.

A thin layer of ash had accumulated in the vacant classroom, and desks and chairs were neatly stacked in one corner of the room. As a place for competition, it's a bit shabby.

The two distanced themselves slightly. Ling Shucheng held the sword on the right side of his head with both hands, and it looked like he was holding the sword on his shoulder. This is a common starting hand style in European swordsmanship, known as the "top style", which allows the sword wielder to make the fastest shot.

But Han Yue suddenly disappeared out of thin air silently from Ling Shucheng's sight. Generally speaking, this sudden evaporation of the world is usually called "haunted" by people who are not very adamant in materialism.

In fact, the opponent in front of him is a chameleon wielding two knives.

The initiative is entirely in the hands of Han Yue. If he didn't take the lead, Ling Shucheng could only wait. When moving slightly, Han Yue is extremely difficult to perceive.

Ling Shucheng felt a little tricky. In the face of Han Yue, who has the academic spirit of hard work and innovation, and can always push the old and bring forth the new, he can only be an old-fashioned and boring sparring partner. It's as if Japanese swordsmanship was a random genre that sounded much more romantic than the "early German swordsmanship" he studied.

The floating dust was suddenly stirred by a strong wind, and Ling Shucheng turned back neatly, and at the same time raised his hand to pick up the suddenly appearing knife. The crisp sound of the sword striking made people feel shocked, Ling Shucheng shifted his center of gravity back, sideways to avoid the surprise attack of the opponent's ribs, and then flipped his wrist and stabbed with his backhand, which was also flashed by the opponent's neat short body. Ling Shucheng fought back, but he pounced. He vaguely saw Han Yue, who had taken a few steps back, raised an eyebrow at him, and then disappeared again.