Wei Xu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and when he was so tired that he was angry, he still shouted with his life: "You can't live if you can't compare to others, you will know the meaning of this sentence sooner or later!" ”

Zhuang Yan said with pity: "I knew this was the case, you shouldn't have betrayed the motherland." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Alone with two powers, you are dancing on the tip of a knife. ”

Wei Xu sneered and shook his head, and closed his eyes dying: "Human beings are despicable and betrayal animals, I will not be superstitious about the word motherland, because I know deeply that even the motherland is composed of a group of despicable and cunning human beings like me, so I don't believe in anyone, only in myself." The whole world is my prey, the whole world is my enemy, and even if I step into the void and die, I will not regret this series of decisions in the slightest. ”

Wei Xu's words were already angry and inaudible: "I walk alone, and I don't have a pack of wolves of my own." Even the wilderness of corpses is better than my poor father. ”

Thinking of Wei Xu's father, Zhuang Yan felt heavy and didn't say much. When he lowered his head and sighed at the impermanence of fate, he heard Wei Xu muttering: "Okay, okay, leave the blade, let's go." You do your Qin Emperor Han Wu, and I will march for you on the Huangquan Road. ”

Zhuang Yan didn't speak, reached over and pressed the back of Wei Xu's hand, and asked him with his eyes: "Cheng Wang and Kou, do you hate me?" ”

"Xiang Yu Wujiang killed himself and hated Gaozu?" Wei Xu raised his head and stared at Zhuang Yan, "'Heaven is going to kill me, it's not a crime of war'." He looked down on Gao Zu, so he hated the sky. ”

The blade in Zhuang Yan's hand slid into Wei Xu's fingers. Under the camera, he hid from Haiti to grant prisoners the right to commit suicide, and then derailed his gaze from Wei Xu's gaze and turned away.

Leaving the blade is the only way for Zhuang Yan to slash Wei Xu, and it is also the last mercy that Wei Xu begged for.

Until this moment, Zhuang Yan's hatred and pity for Wei Xu in his heart were like two flames of competition, one licking higher than the other. It wasn't until the dust settled, leaving behind the blade destined to kill Wei Xu, that Zhuang Yan realized that Wei Xu was a pitch-black seagull that survived a catastrophic oil spill, his wings stained with heavy oil, and he still soared into the sky, fighting in the sky, until he fell from exhaustion, and he did not regret that he had ever been extreme. If he hadn't been defeated by Zhuang Yan, Wei Xu would have unleashed even more thrilling moves, and no one knew how he would dance between the two forces, no one knew when he would betray the Light Retreat, just as no one knew what his ultimate goal would be when he grew stronger.

However, the seagull fell and disappeared from the sky. None of this matters anymore - history has buried countless heroes, and I don't care if there are many captains.

"Be grateful to everyone who hurts you because he makes you stronger."

"You can't live well if you can't compare to others, and sooner or later you will know the meaning of this sentence."

Wei Xu's famous words lingered in my ears. In the cramped interrogation room, Wei Xu covered his hands on the table and sat quietly with his head bowed. Zhuang Yan left step by step, unscrewed the anti-riot door lock with a "click", and when he opened the door, Wei Xu didn't look up and said even a word of farewell.

The words of the two of them have been clear enough.

There are no extra thoughts, and they need to be exchanged with regrets.

Zhuang Yan's dark mentor, Wei Xu, will die alone in this interrogation room; And Zhuang Yan, who absorbed the essence of his thoughts, has been reborn step by step in the ruthless footsteps.

The guard gazed in admiration at Zhuang Yan's resolute back. As he turned his head to close the door, he caught a glimpse of the prisoner hanging his head at the table with an intriguing eerie smile.

That miserable smile was full of ambition and satisfaction, as if watching a flower of hope bloom in the Jedi.

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When Zhuang Yan passed by the prosecutor, the gray-haired young man caught up with him and respectfully asked, "Have you asked for satisfactory information?" ”

"Very satisfied." Zhuang Yan didn't squint, walked out without looking back, and commanded: "I was caught on video." Keep the surveillance footage sealed and stored. Persons with insufficient authority are not entitled to access. ”

"Yes." The prosecutor had already been put on the NSA's control list, and he had already memorized the secrecy regulations backwards, and he skillfully agreed.

As soon as the surveillance video was encrypted, Wei Xu's conditions for suicide were completely ripe.

Ten days later, news came from the State Prison that Wei Xu had died of internal bleeding.

According to the warden's description, unlike ordinary suicides, Wei Xu's death took a long time, a full ten days. At first, the prison guards noticed that Wei Xu's lips were white and his activities were reduced, so he stopped daily exercises such as yoga and tai chi, and just sat cross-legged on the bed in a daze every day. Even the prosecutor did not pay attention to these signs of depression, and they were only a negative reflection of Wei Xu's loss of soul.

Therefore, when the patrolling guards found Wei Xu's body cold and soft on the wall, no amount of advanced medical technology could prevent Wei Xu's death - he had already lost a full 4,000 milliliters of blood, which completely exceeded the compensation limit of the hematopoietic system. By the time the guards noticed that something was wrong with Wei Xu, he was already cold.

The military doctor who was held accountable immediately inspected Wei Xu's cell and found unflushed black feces on the inside of Wei Xu's toilet. The stool was scraped and tested and found that the stool was black because it contained a large amount of oxidized blood components. In short, Wei Xu excreted a lot of bloody stool every day, which is the reason why he nervously kept flushing the toilet every day.

The autopsy found that Wei Xu's middle and lower esophagus, gastric fundus mucosa, and upper duodenum were all covered with intricate knife marks, and these non-healing wounds caused continuous internal bleeding, and Wei Xu had been quietly holding on. After ten days of continuous blood loss, Wei Xu finally managed to end his life under the noses of the patrol guards, in a suicide prevention room without a single sharp weapon, and the gendarmes had no time to stop it.

The forensic doctor presented the results of the autopsy and deduced that Wei Xu had completed his self-punishment by using the covert method of suicide by swallowing a knife, and cleared the guilt of the military doctor and the guards. But the medical examiner searched through Wei Xu's stomach pouch and intestines, and could not find the blade that killed him.

The prosecutor held the autopsy report in his hand, and a chill ran down his spine. He tried to imagine what it would be like for Wei to hold his head closed, take the blade in, and then swallow it continuously, letting the blade sink inch by inch. Every time I imagined it halfway, I was so frightened by the feeling of swallowing a knife that I committed suicide, my mind was interrupted, and I didn't dare to think deeply.

After Zhuang Yan got the report of Wei Xu's suicide, he didn't even open it. He gently rested the report on his desk, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, rested his bipods on the table, turned on the gramophone, and began to play the song of his youth.

"For I was not unhappy, but I was the only one who did not realize it.

If you can forget your desires, the years are long and your clothes are thin.

No matter where you are, don't assume that you may be around,

I can also travel to foreign countries and find sustenance. ”

The music was tactful, Zhuang Yan closed his eyes and listened, as if the person in his heart had flown away, leaving only a vague shadow, telling him that he had loved.

Those love and hatred that are cut and sorted out are cut in two with a post-mortem report. Zhuang Yan finally detached himself and released his relatives.

Suddenly, the office door was pushed open, and light leaked in. Xiao Xuan was wearing a second lieutenant military uniform with his waist and hips, holding the documents of the General Staff, leaning on the door frame, his eyes coquettishly crossed him: "The video information stored in the infinite surge mechanism has been cracked. Big event, don't you want Director Zhuang to come and see it? ”

Zhuang Yan put down his feet, stood up, put on a heavy military coat, pulled the collar inlaid with gold emblems, and walked out with a "click" of military boots: "Don't call me Director, it looks like a raw part." ”

"You are the new director of MI2 of the Intelligence Department directly under the Joint Staff Chair, how dare I be close to you." Xiao Xuan pursed her lips and smiled, boldly glanced at the director, turned her head and walked away, leading the way in front.

"Is there anything else you don't dare to do?"

"Director." Xiao Xuan smiled chicly, didn't even look back, strode towards the screening room, and the youthful ponytail jumped in Zhuang Yan's sight, glowing with cheerfulness. (To be continued.) )