Originally, he was about to stride into the elevator hall as usual, when Han Yue raised his chin from looking down at the road because of a few soft sounds similar to gear jamming, and looked at a group of cleaners who had crammed this small confined space to the brim.

"Sorry, the elevator in this direction is not open to the public for the time being." One of the workers, with one hand on the mop lever, explained impatiently to him, "Why, haven't you heard?" ”

"Oh, I'm sorry." Han Yue thought to himself why he had been repeating this sentence recently, "Then may I ask, if I want to go down to the port now, which is the shortest path?" ”

"Harbor." The leader of the workers narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "If you have that ability, go to the countermeasures team for approval first." ”

"Done. I'll go. Han Yue nodded briskly, and after finishing speaking, he stretched his neck and looked into the elevator room, and sighed with a little smile, "Hey, it's a lot of work, you guys." ”

He saw that the walls of the imitation marble were covered with jets of dark water, and there were several scratches of various shades on the floor that were randomly padded with a layer of cardboard, most of which were left by the rapid dragging of some large object. The light in the elevator flickered on and off, probably because the circuit was still unstable, and the white miserable light hit the solemn faces of the cleaning workers, but it created a little ghostly effect in the broad daylight.

"Stop laughing." At this moment, the head of the worker, who was not very good at work, spoke again, with a little unbelievable feeling in his tone, "You really don't know? ”

"yes, sorry to bother you." Han Yue didn't mind, and waved at the other party before turning around, "But understand each other, it'......s not that I want to go to the bottom to collect wind because I'm idle."

As he spoke, Han Yue himself froze in place.

Wait a minute, why is he in a hurry to go to the port? Didn't Ling Shucheng give him a holiday? As long as this young talent, who is about to be officially promoted to the leader of the second group, and his father, who is even more difficult to deal with, does not lose his new job, he should be very idle for the time being.

Again, Han Yue realized that his memory had indeed deteriorated very much recently, and he didn't know if it was the effect of taking too many tranquilizers.

Although he has no problem with the possibility of "early retirement due to injury", after all, it is quite surprising to enter the old age life of idleness so early. I don't know if Master has ever expressed the same sentiment in the past.

He habitually checked the communication records and found that the most recent message was still four pale characters sent by Ling Shucheng.

"Rest well."

All right. At least not to drink too much hot water.

Han Yue shook his head and smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and continued to walk aimlessly on the noisy streets.

The big screen in the middle of the street was still scrolling with what seemed to be a big impactful headline, but Han Yue didn't pay too much attention to it. To his surprise, the number of listeners who stopped today was unusually large, and all of them looked dignified and solemn, like stone statues carved out of a template.

Han Yue shook his head, hoping to use this to dump all this useless information that wasted his brain's storage space into the trash.

In this moment of boredom, he saw a familiar shadow flash through the crowd.

Yes, here we go again.

While spitting on his own uncontrollable breath, Han Yue still screamed uncontrollably.

"Master"

Many people looked back at him as if they were looking at a neurotic who had just been released.

But Jiang Bonan didn't.

She certainly won't look back. Han Yue is very sure of this. In fact, Jiang Bonan didn't turn around and walk away the moment he heard it, which was already very face-saving.

Han Yue's gaze crossed her back and focused straight on the big screen.

Turned out to be listening to the news? It's really unusual. Although the police department is not the most well-informed, it is not necessary to rely on this kind of communication to the public to understand the information.

Sure enough, something happened. Han Yue refocused his gaze, only to find that the person who had just stopped honestly in place had actually disappeared again, disappearing without a trace like a ghost with no fixed place.

But it's not surprising. Han Yue knows Jiang Bonan's skills too well. If she wanted to hide from someone, this person probably wouldn't even be able to see her back.

Even if he was bent on crashing into the south wall. However, this south wall is still a man with long legs, and he won't even be given a chance to hit his head and bleed.

Why do you have to do this? Isn't it good to play dumb with each other for the rest of your life?

Shaken by the sunlight overhead, Han Yue covered his eyes and leaned against the street lamp on the side, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't say the specifics.

When he readjusted his eyesight, he suddenly saw a bright red column of water rise from his feet, exploding above his head like a blooming flower.

Bright red. Ropy. Droplets of water splashed on his face with a coolness that didn't belong to the season. Han Yue's eyes suddenly widened, and he slammed into the blazing sun.

"Master...... Master? Before being consumed by some kind of unprovoked fear, he subconsciously screamed twice.

It was as if there was an iron rod stirring in the snow in winter that had been frozen all night in the snow. Han Yue endured the feeling of swelling and slowly squatted down against a lamppost that could not give people a sense of security, the cold sweat and mist on his face mixed together, and rolled into his neckline one by one.

"Hey Hey Little Brother"

An old voice exploded in my ears. Han Yue almost instantly raised his left hand to grab the source of the sound in the face of discomfort, and almost pressed a passing gardener into the flower bed.

“…… Huh? He blinked blankly, then quickly relaxed his wrist when the other man was still able to kick him.

"Ahem...... Ahem. The old man's face was red, and he pointed at the tip of his nose intermittently and scolded, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I"

"I originally wanted to come over and see what's wrong with you," the old man interrupted him with a blow of his beard and glare, "I didn't expect it, I almost killed myself and gave my life here, eh, didn't I say, who are you, young man?" Army's? Too nervous, right? ”

"I'm so sorry." Seeing that the other party was really frightened, Han Yue had to fold his hands and sincerely apologize while bowing, "It's a bit of an occupational disease." You also know that some time ago on board "

His words stopped abruptly. But the old man showed a little epiphany, nodded and sighed: "Yes, I know it's not easy for you." Last time......"

Han Yue tried his best to maintain a polite smile, but the buzzing murmur in his head showed no tendency to abate. He felt that everything in front of him was becoming more and more blurry, more and more distant, as if it were ......

Same in a dream.

He looked back in a daze, and found that he was still standing in front of the elevator. There is no big screen, no crowd of onlookers, naturally there is no concerned figure, and there is no terrifying red water column. The old man, who was regarded as a deaf ear, finally waved his hand angrily, completely gave up communicating with this chattering young man, and left without looking back when Han Yue was distracted.

Maybe Ling Shucheng is right. It's time for him to get some rest.

Han Yue looked at the tightly closed elevator door, and he didn't know why, he always had the illusion that blood would slowly leak out inside.

It's obviously under the sun. But he felt that he was always wrapped in a cold air, and his whole body was cold.

Han Yue lowered his head and confirmed that his clothes were indeed not stained with the slightest water stain.

"Hey" someone yelled across from him, then snatched a square potato from under his nose, then flicked his wrist and expertly threw it into a mouth that wasn't too bloody.

Han Yue still didn't react. He turned around in his chair and realized that he was sitting in a familiar barbecue restaurant.

"So intimidating?" Seeing that he didn't react, Jiang Bonan in front of him leaned back lazily back in the chair.

"Master?" Han Yue stared at her young face, and his whole body froze, "How could you?"

Jiang Bonan didn't seem to hear his words at all, and just started to talk on his own, and the smile on his face was so confident that it was a little too dazzling. At the same time, a strange feeling of suffocation gradually choked Han Yue's throat, making him feel more and more difficult to speak, and even a single breath would bring a burst of pain that was enough to make people spasm.

"Master?"

He called again. The person on the other side still took the trouble to repeat the admissions speech that Han Yue had already memorized. Finally, he saw Jiang Bonan pointing to the kettle on the table, and signaled him with his eyes to try it boldly.

yes, it's time to get here. Han Yue skillfully concealed the traces, shaking his wrist and grabbing the semi-circular handle.

At this point, he will lose to her. But it doesn't matter.

"Apprentice," extremely unexpectedly, Jiang Bonan suddenly jumped out of the script, and said without a preface, "I have a secret to tell you......

All the water in his hands was spilled. Han Yue struggled and shook a few times, as if trying to avoid those dark water droplets.

Jiang Bonan on the other side stopped smiling. Just looked at him quietly with an unfamiliar expression.

When Han Yue came to his senses again, he found that he was actually lying on a bench on the side of the street.

Another dream?

He slowly straightened up as he pulled at the back of his chair, feeling his headache worse.

"Someone's coming, robbery"

Another young female voice retracted his attention a little. The body had already moved before he was completely conscious, and Han Yue kicked his feet and quickly pounced, directly pressing the unlucky little thief into a pool.

The spilled water soaked his ankles. A few faint cheers were left behind by Han Yue, who stared at his soaked cuffs, the expression on his face could be called gritted teeth.

Yes, that day, that day was the same.

Continuous droplets of water rolled on the walls, on the floor, and on all the furnishings, decorations, and ornaments. The sea engulfed everything, and even thoughtfully washed away all the blood. He never knew that there were so many white coats gathered in the port under the jurisdiction of the army, and they were swaying one by one on stretchers, so many that it was almost a little disgusting.

The crowd pushed him into the somewhat deformed elevator box. It's different, the clear blood stains form some kind of totem of teeth and claws in the narrow space.

"Han Yue?" Someone recognized him, "Have you heard, your master her"

Just when Han Yue was distracted again, the people under his hands struggled violently. The crowd of people who rushed up pulled him out with all their might, and Han Yue felt that the wound on his right hand was pulled a little painful. Finally he stumbled down in the flower bed, watching the young woman who had been asking him for help step forward first, lay the thief who had almost suffocated in the water on the bench, and seriously began CPR.

Han Yue moved his sore fingers and realized that he had just almost killed someone by mistake.

So when the police came over slowly, and after investigating and collecting evidence, they directly took out the handcuffs to restrain themselves, and Han Yue didn't have any intention of struggling or arguing.

In the background of a chatter, he smiled bitterly at the somewhat familiar policeman, and asked softly in a pleading tone: "Is it okay to knock me unconscious, hard work?" ”

Before falling into a coma, he thought that he hoped that this time he would not have some unrealistic dreams.

His wishes will always be disappointed.

Only a narrow table is separated. He saw Jiang Bonan sitting opposite with a few pieces of white paper, and crossed Erlang's legs gracefully.

Yes, that's right. That neighborhood happens to be her precinct.

"Master?" Without any hope, Han Yue screamed hoarsely, and was dragged back by handcuffs as he got up.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Bonan actually looked at him, and responded a little helplessly: "Hmm." ”

"Master?" Han Yue endured the pain and immediately sat up straight, and asked in disbelief, "Is it really you?" ”

"Or else?" Jiang Bonan spread her hands, and the stack of obstructive white papers disappeared from her hand in an instant, "Look at what you look like now." The person who was going to go to the countermeasures team was arrested and put in the police station, which really made people laugh off their teeth. ”

"You're mistaken. It's been three months since I stepped down from the countermeasures team. After the ecstasy, Han Yue's eyes became confused again.

"Oh, yes." Jiang Bonan leaned back in the chair, and his tone was not guilty, "I forgot." ”

"No, it's not that you forgot." Han Yue also fell on the back of his chair, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, "I forgot." ”

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Bonan said abruptly: "Tell me, what do you want?" ”

"How's that?" Han Yue raised his eyes and rarely showed a little sharp anger in front of her.

"What do you say?" Jiang Bonan flattened Erlang's legs and tidied up the folds on his uniform a little, "You have signed the investigation report on the scene, you have also seen the corpse in the morgue at night, and even the memorial service You have persevered for three days and three nights, what do you want?" ”

“…… I just can't believe it. Han Yue looked into her eyes and was not too surprised to find that there was no shadow of himself in it, "Master, you ......" He licked his lips, barely revealing an ugly smile, and asked deceptively, "How can it be so easy to die?" ”

"And I haven't let you see you for the last time." Jiang Bonan in front of him calmly took the second half of his sentence, "But what does it matter?" Anyway, people are dead, so maybe it's better not to see them. ”

"But I'm not reconciled." Han Yue's expression froze, "I'm unwilling, Master." ”

"What's this?" Jiang Bonan's smile was exactly the same as in his memory, "There are a lot of things you are unwilling to do. ”

"That's what I said," Han Yue paused, "It's really ruthless." ”

After a moment of silence when they met again, he sighed heavily when he heard the imaginary phantom, and then assumed the posture of a passer-by: "Leave yourself alone." ”

"What if I say no?" Han Yue flicked unnaturally on the chair, and when he looked up again, his eyes were red, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "What can you do?" Are you going to beat me up after you get angry? How is it possible, you have long ignored me. ”

"Hey, young man, you're all Bensan, and you still want me to take care of it." Phantom chuckled and continued to stick a blade into his heart, "Besides, you're too focused. I've been burned to ashes and scattered into the sea, how can I be angry? It's impossible to even turn into a zombie and scare you. ”

"You can turn into a ghost to scare me." Han Yue replied seriously, "I don't mind at all." ”

"Even if I really become a ghost...... Phantom said with a smile on his chin with one hand on his chin and an innocent expression, "If you want to be scared, you probably have to get in line." ”

"Can't you say something nice?"

"You know if it's really me, I'm just going to say something more ugly." The phantom also became serious, "Spare yourself, Han Yue." Who hasn't had any regrets in their life? ”

"Yes." Han Yue nodded cooperatively, "In my little life, at least ninety percent of my regrets are related to you." ”

"Oh." The phantom pretended to let out an exclamation, "But I don't have a chance to apologize to you anyway, so you can raise your noble hand and let me go." ”

"That's a light thing to say." Han Yue sighed and repeated, "It's so light...... You're a ......."

"Okay, I'm annoyed. You know what, it's really tiring to lie to yourself. The Phantom leaned down on the table in an unsightly posture and said sullenly, "I'll give you one last word." ”

"Well, what the hell is your secret?" Han Yue asked without giving up.

“…… You can't be sober. The Phantom raised his chin and glared at him again, "Let's face it, you'll never get a chance to know. This is also a regret left by me...... One of them. But," she winked playfully, "it can't be that I still like you a little bit or something." ”

"Shut up, you." Han Yue chuckled lowly, and finally said to himself, "Goodbye." ”

No one answered. There will be no answer.

About ten minutes later, Ling Shucheng pushed the door in the dust and entered, and made eye contact with Han Yue, who was still handchained to the chair.

"Are you alright?" Ling Shucheng asked with a frown.

"It's very good." Han Yue smiled again, but there was still a slight sadness in his eyes that could not be hidden.