"This is the person in charge of the old case eight years ago, when he resigned from the media industry. As things stand, he's the right fit. ”

Hu Qing and other leaders are still discussing.

Xu Yun's gaze fell on the folder in his hand.

Ji Luanchuan, who used to use his stage name, Mu Han, is a smash hit gold medal game planner.

In the information, about his brilliant achievements, he is mostly described as a genius boy.

These were all news eight years ago, when he was only 22 years old.

And Xu Yun eight years ago was 17 years old.

17-year-old Xu Yun didn't know anything about the name Ji Luanchuan, but Mu Han was almost unforgettable.

She pressed her forehead against the table, and the first time she saw him, she was in front of her.

It was her first night in Kathmandu, Nepal, and she and her family stayed at an inn near Yangtsok Monastery in Kathmandu.

There are many tourists in the inn, and tourists from all over the world come and go, and there is an endless stream.

slept in a separate room, but Xu Yun was so noisy by the noise downstairs that her head hurt.

Power outages in the middle of the night have become the norm for Nepalis.

The owner is also very business-minded, and every evening, he will sell candlelight dinners on the first floor of the inn, as well as various brewed drinks.

One is to attract tourists, and the other is to satisfy the ambiguous thoughts of most people who want to hunt for strange encounters during the trip.

Xu Yun was still young at that time, and her family was watching, even if she was eager to try, she could only look at the ceiling and fantasize.

Ji Luanchuan appeared in the second half of the night.

At that time, calm finally returned to the inn, the candle flame was swaying in the corridor, Xu Yun stood in front of the railing on the second floor of the open air, came out to breathe, and relieved the headache.

Unexpectedly, not long after going out, he was pulled by a slender and powerful arm and hugged from behind.

He hugged him very tightly and breathed rapidly, Xu Yun thought that he had met a ruffian hooligan, and just about to call for help, he was stopped by him in a low voice.

"Compatriot, do me a favor."

It is a Chinese dialect with a round tone.

Xu Yun was stunned for a moment, looked sideways, and in the pale moonlight, she could only see the young man's delicate side face, and the other half was buried in her shoulder.

At the other end of the stairs, three men with knives had already hurriedly run up, kicking the door one room after another to search.

They speak authentic Nepali and have a fierce tone, which is not easy to mess with.

Xu Yun froze in place, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

From behind, the two are just a young couple when they are in love.

The young man took her hand, and in the interval between screams and screams, pushed open Xu Yun's door and hid in.

The kicking and questioning of the door continued, perhaps because they saw them, and the men walked to the door and walked around.

And Xu Yun sat on the bed, calmed down for a long time before looking at the young man whose silhouette was hidden in the dark, and asked curiously, "What did you do?" ”

At that time, she was immature and innocent, with a pair of smart eyes watery, clear and bright in the dark night.

The young man looked at her for a moment, his tone was light, but with a strong depression.

"It's nothing."

When he finished, he said no more.

Xu Yun also leaned cross-legged against the wall at the head of the bed, waiting, waiting, waiting, until it was hazy outside, and a light rain was falling, and the young man finally turned around, said thank you, and pushed the door and left.

Xu Yun never saw his face.

But after waking up the next day, I got off the inn and learned that a tragic murder had occurred nearby last night.

A variety show was arranged incorrectly, resulting in a river of blood for a family of three local residents in Kathmandu.

Xu Yun's heart was beating when she heard it, thinking of the strange boy last night.

And in less than half an hour, she saw a similar back on a domestic news website.

It was said in the news that the genius boy gold medal planner, because of his own greed, murdered a family of three and absconded for fear of crime.

The two countries are jointly wanted.

In the end, Xu Yun couldn't resist her curiosity and went to the periphery of the house where the crime occurred.

It was early afternoon, and police officers were cleaning up the screening site in the wood-carved bungalow where the crime occurred.

No idle people are allowed to approach.

All you could see was the congealed blood on the ground, and the shocking blood splattered on the walls.

Could it be the teenager?

She clutched her phone and looked at the hotline in the news, hesitating to call to provide clues.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden low voice of conversation not far behind him.

It was in Chinese, so there were very few people nearby who could understand it.

Xu Yun heard someone saying, "Is the matter done?" ”

"Don't worry." Another heavy male voice said, "The police's eyes have turned to Mu Han, we have an appointment at the old place tonight, and we must send things out as soon as possible." ”

Stuff?

Xu Yun thought of the three antiques that disappeared in the news.

Cold sweat broke out on her back, and she wanted to turn around for a while, but she didn't dare.

It wasn't until there were more pedestrians behind him that he turned back sharply, trying to find the two Chinese faces in the bustling crowd.

But she didn't find it.

The crowd came too fast.

It's like the crowd in the movie, in the blink of an eye, the surroundings are surrounded by tourists.

She thought that when she went back, she must call the police and tell the police about it, so that they would not wronged the good people.

But Xu Yun didn't return to the inn that day.

She answered a phone call, a call from an uncle.

That uncle and her dad were business partners.

So when he said that there was a gift that must be given to her, Xu Yun didn't think much about it, and quickly asked for directions according to the address he sent.

It was in a low bush, dense with insects and ants.

Xu Yun walked and felt that something was wrong.

It felt like someone was following me all the time.

But she didn't have time to react, and the person had already been knocked unconscious with a stick.

When she woke up again, she looked down and found that her hands and feet were already tied, and a time bomb was tied around her waist.

She heard the uncle behind her on the phone.

He angrily asked Xu Jianguo, "Where did you embezzle the assets that belong to me?!" ”

Xu Yun didn't know what Xu Jianguo on the other side said.

Finally, the ticking time bomb on her body is turned on the switch.

When Xu Jianguo hurried over, the bomb would not explode for more than thirty minutes.

He had a handle in the hands of others, so he didn't dare to call the police, so he could only watch as the countdown approached the number of explosions minute by minute.

Xu Yun looked at his father, who had always loved him the most, and his pleading voice was hoarse, and his tears were gone. But in order to protect himself, he never called the police, but when he chose to leave, he shed tears and said, "Don't blame Dad, Dad has no choice but to do so." ”

Looking at the back of Xu Jianguo leaving in a hurry in his sight, Xu Yun was desperate to the extreme.

At that moment, she experienced fear and despair that she had never experienced in her life.

She thought she was going to die.

But I didn't expect to meet the boy I saw in the inn.

He wore an exotic outfit, his face was tightly covered, and only his eyes were outside, and he shuttled through the thick bushes with agility.

Hearing the sound of the beep, his fleeing figure paused, and glanced back.

Xu Yun also recognized his familiar side face at the same time.

"Is that you?"

There was no shortage of surprise in her tone.

The young man pursed his lips and looked at her for a moment, then turned and walked over.

After looking at the bomb in her arms for a few seconds, he decisively chose to call the police for help.

"Will you stay here with me and wait for the police to come?"

"No, it won't."

"Because you're running for your life?"

"How do you know?"

The young man waited for the time when the phone was dialed, and chatted with Xu Yun to distract the panic in her heart.

Her heart was strangely calm.

He even pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "I know you've been framed." ”

"If I'm rescued, I can testify for you."

"Testify?" Instead of the joy he imagined, the boy asked her, "Do you have proof?" ”

Evidence?

She didn't.

He asked, "Are you a journalist?" ”

She's not.

"Then how do you testify for me?"

Xu Yun was anxious, "I heard the murderer's last conversation." ”

"Can someone prove you heard?"

The boy shook his head tiredly and laughed at himself.

"Even I can't prove my innocence, how can you do it."

As he spoke, the phone went through.

Xu Yun listened to him walk aside in Nepali, and communicated with the police about the scene in an anxious tone.

Not long after, he hung up the phone and walked back, pinched the time to look at the phone, and said, "I can only stay with you for five minutes." ”

"After five minutes you have to calm yourself down and wait for the police to come and rescue you. I can't put myself in it. ”

Xu Yun nodded heavily.

"Well, thank you."

The fear in her heart was gradually soothed by the kindness of the strange boy.

She remembered what he had just said, and was a little curious.

"Why are you asking if I'm a journalist?"

"What does the journalist have to do with you being wronged?"

The boy probably thought she was naïve and didn't want to answer, but after thinking about it, he explained briefly.

"If you're a journalist, even if you don't have evidence, you'll have an audience for what you're saying, and the audience will look for the clues that have been missed."

"That's an advantage for journalists."

"If you're not a journalist, you're just an ordinary person, then you have to have proof. If you can't produce evidence, who will listen to you. ”

Even if he did, the words were just a splash on the Internet, and finally calmed down.

Later, after actually becoming a reporter, Xu Yun realized that what he said was indeed not wrong.

Because he was also a media worker, he knew how to do it.

With a piercing dripping sound, five minutes passed quickly.

The boy straightened up and turned to burrow deeper into the bushes.

Before leaving, Xu Yun asked him, "Will we meet again in the future?" ”

The young man waved his hand and said nothing, and his slender and upright figure quickly disappeared from sight, and disappeared from Xu Yun's life.

She never imagined that fate would predestined their meeting so early.

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