Hidden Assassin

“I don't want to joke about it. ”

Accompanied by the sound of the TV ad, the quiet tone is slightly stiff, and Qingxiu's eyebrows have revealed an angry expression. After a long time, the home on the couch took a long breath of relief.

“I'm serious. ”

“I said, I don't want to joke about this! ”

The quiet stare widened his eyes and raised his voice. Picking up the remote control in his hand, the sound of the TV first rose and fell back after a while, quietly throwing away the remote control and staring stubbornly at the TV screen.

Jia Ming bowed down, his hands held his head, answered her, or the voice: “Break up...”

“What did my parents say to you? Or the relatives? I said I don't want to make such a joke, don't make it look like a TV show!” I suddenly looked at Jiaming and said the call, turned quietly down the couch, poured myself a glass of water at the coffee table, and my voice shook with my mood, "I said I didn't want to go abroad, I didn't want to go abroad, I didn't even think about being a big musician, even if I gave up this now, it doesn't matter, you already know this, why even think about it, if you do this again, I... even if I would be angry! ”

“It's not about the piano...”

“What's that for?” Mumble a glass of water, turn around quietly, "not because of this, but because of what else? ”

Jiaming rubbed his forehead and looked silently at the ground. The spirit looked at him like that.

“Say it. ”

“A lot of things...”

“A lot of things? Because those people at home are always bothering you? I told you to go on a trip to Guilin? I...” The spirits turned red, and there I thought for half a day, "I... because I was always angry about the sand thing? Am I nagging? I don't like gangsters? Or do you like Sasha and don't like me... are you tired of me? ”

“Not these...”

“What is that? Say it. ”

Glimpsing eyes at him, waiting quietly for the answer over there, the sound of the TV kept ringing in the room, as if between the cracks of this sound, the two bodies did not move at all, only the rhythm of breathing remained, in this voice, as if they were all clear and audible.

In fact, before this, Jia Ming had prepared several sets of speeches, even the expression of the speech was clearly thought out, but by then, these thoughtful words were spinning in his mind, and he could not find a suitable place in the scene. He opened his mouth and finally failed to say anything. After waiting for a long time, he finally asked.

“What did my mom and dad say to you? Am I right? ”

“No, you know they wouldn't do something like this...”

“You like other girls?” took a quiet deep breath and took a deep breath "Kaoru? ”

“No.”

“Is that... Dongfang Wan? ”

“How is it possible...”

“Not Dongfang Wan, but Xu Yiting. ”

“I haven't had much relationship with her...”

“Who is that......”

“Nothing...”

“Sister Ahem? ”

After several contiguous guesses, the sound stops in the air. The last name was basically random. Who knew that Jia Ming suddenly settled down and her body was stiff. A moment later, she trembled and asked again: “Is it Sister Ahem? ”

“... how did you guess? ”

“I... am of course a wild guess... ha...” The spirit opened her mouth and suddenly a ridiculous emotion appeared in her head. She put this choice at the end of her head. In fact, she thought it was most unlikely. However, from the moment she met Ahern to the moment, the scene suddenly appeared. She laughed ridiculously, stopped spinning and reached her left hand to her mouth. I don't know what kind of expression to put on her face: “But... you're talking nonsense, you guys... Ahern is seven years older than you, how is it possible, how... Ahern is she... she...”

Speaking like this, she quietly collapsed her shoulder and stepped back onto the couch, holding her head with her hands, penetrating her ten fingers between her long hair: “In the end... when did this happen...”

Jiaming was silent for a while: "Last year in New York. ”

“Yahan is sick, you go to save her, and then...” She thought about it, "and then you made up... uh, no wonder Yahan talked to us again when she came back, and we were still playing together, you...”

“ …… ”

“Did you… did you tell Sasha? ”

“No…”

“Then why did you tell me? ”

Sober red eyes shouted, I saw Jiaming's silence again, grabbed one apple on the coffee table and smashed it into him, the other hand picked up the remote control and threw it away, one time, the apple on the coffee table, the remote control, pillows and clothes on the sofa all flew towards Jiaming, calm mind angry Jiaming silence, at a time almost threw anything available, the remote control along with several apples smashed on Jiaming's head, bounced off, waited until the apple threw out, she subconsciously touched the fruit tray...

Brush it, the blood splashed out.

Jiaming's hands with the fruit knife were stiff in the air. Jiaming took a breath and looked at the mouth of his left arm, still silent. After a moment, he gently swallowed a sip, dropped his knife and leaned over. First he picked up the pillow next to him, then he took his coat and covered it against the wound on Jiaming's hand. He pressed it for a few moments, but the blood couldn't stop. Her eyes were bright, but she stubbornly opened her eyes and never let the tears linger.

After pressing it a few times, she got up quietly, walked into the bedroom in the inner room and took out the medicine box, unbuckled the clothes for Jia Ming, then took off the shirt, took out the iodine wine and gauze and started cleaning the wounds for him.

The sound of the advertisement continued on TV. The two shadows behind the coffee table were like a quiet cut. Jiaming sat there, watching the quiet and silent cleaning, medication and bandaging of his knees. The young girl's beautiful but thin body trembled slightly. When the wound was wrapped up, she packed her things quietly and then took the medicine box back to her room. By the time I got out of the room, I had a familiar top in my hand.

Placing her clothes next to him, the girl crossed him and sat back in her original position, staring at the television screen.

“It's been over a year, why say it this time? ”

“Why would Yahan do that? ”

“I... Sansa and I can follow you together, but...”

“Isn't it enough to have me and Sha Sha? ”

Perhaps scared by the blood, the quiet did not turn over loud anymore, she looked at the TV, the sound was always faint, however, there was no answer, Jiaming put on his clothes, closed his eyes painfully and did not know what he was thinking. Thereafter, the two men sat silently on the same sofa, leaving time to pass with the "ticking" sound of the clock.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, the advertisement on TV is over, replace a violent movie, the sun gradually leans out the window to the west, sits quietly there, doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what to expect, doesn't know if I can forgive Kamin about this, there is a mess in my mind, if Sand is there... No, maybe Sand is not better, she can't stand this kind of thing, but she can't stand it either, Ahem... in this kind of emotion, suddenly remembers what happened when she was a child.

I remember when I was in elementary school, I was too strong, I was scolded by a man in class, and then I sat on the grass slope and cried. Jia Ming came and said: "Even if you are a man, I will marry you.” I was just embarrassed at the time, slapped him with my hand, and then for three days after the Cold War, I sat beside him and refused to speak to him on my own initiative, but I was waiting for Jiaming to come and apologize or proactively raise the subject. However, Jia Ming never apologized. When he went to the martial arts hall, he deliberately closed the door and forbade him to come in. He hoped that he would knock on the door outside, maybe say "open the door” and he had a reason to speak. However, when he opened the door, he left like that.

Since he was a child, that was his personality, he had been crying at home for a long time, and finally he was the first to find him, if nothing was done to make peace with him. At that time, how similar is the situation, what do you expect? Maybe it's an explanation, an apology, a confession, even if it's a man's more brazen and cunning argument, maybe... maybe you'll be touched by the words, deceived to forgive him, even give him a reason. It doesn't matter if you're fooled...

But it's always like this, he replaces his apologies with silence, and she knows there is, he chops him up with a knife, maybe he wants to kill him, and he'll just face it. But what's the use of this? When I was little, I could talk to myself first, smile first, reconcile first, but this time... different...

She waited and waited so quietly. The sun was converging in the sky and red. There was an animation of a child playing on TV. No one spoke. Somehow, the phone rang and she reached out quietly and picked up the microphone beside her: “Hello...”

There was a vibrant voice over the phone: "Hey, who's answering the phone? I'm Dongfang Wan. ”

“I am Ye Lingjing. ”

“Quiet, have you convinced Jia Ming? I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Oh, in such hot weather, I can take the air-conditioned bus to the beautiful Guilin in the mountains, go play in the warm summer caves in the winter, and go swimming in the river. How can I not go? ”

“Jiaming said he wouldn't go. ”

“Ah? Forget it. I knew he wouldn't go. What about you and Sasha? Together, the crowd is very lively, we don't know if there will be such an opportunity in Beijing. ”

“Neither did Sha Sha...” The spirits answered softly as if they were ghosts, "Can I go play? ”

“When - of course - La - welcome welcome, just meet me at the school door tomorrow morning at 6: 00, leave early, it's cooler, should I come and pick you up with Yiting? ”

“No, I'll come myself, thank you. ”

“Great, remember to bring a swimsuit and a lifestyle ring. Oh, well, actually, a lifestyle ring can be bought over there...”

Oriental Wan chirped in the telephone and said another big conversation. After hanging up, she sat quietly with her head down for half a minute. At last, she took a deep breath, raised her head and stood up. The red circle of eyes filled with tears, but never fell off.

He walked to the door and put on his socks and gently pulled the door open and walked out: “I'm going home to sleep.” The door closed gently, for a moment, downstairs came the sound of the game room owner greeting the quiet.

About ten minutes later, Jia Ming took a deep breath, got up and turned off the TV, touched the gauze wrapped around his arm, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

“Hello… Kaoru, tomorrow afternoon, I will fly to Tokyo. ”

At night, darkness swallowed the figure.

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When the Hua lamp first came on, let us look at a villa on the outskirts of Xinning City.

Though it covers a large area, it is not a very distinctive house. At this time, as the lights continue to shine, the atmosphere of the entire villa appears to be somewhat murderous. A dozen prestigious sedans park on the street outside the villa at this time. Some people with different clothes are in the living room, waiting for the owner to meet them.

“Hey, Huang, aren't you really that good? ”

The one who is talking to the neighbor is a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body and a black mole next to his eyes. If the time can be reversed, we can see him at several gatherings of the elders of Jianghai City. This is a somewhat famous figure in Jianghai City, nicknamed Shan Wang Choi. Now he is in a bit of trouble with Sha Bamboo Group. The reason he is in Xinning at this time is because the owner of this villa, that is Zhao Zhenhai, the boss of Xinning Group, who met them at this time, of course, is not this person.

Listening to his question, the old yellow man next to him lowered his voice: "Isn't it great? I'm here, I'm not afraid to tell you clearly, you'll know later anyway... Chaohai Group, have you heard? ”

“Just kidding, everyone does business, who has never heard of Chao Hai Group, what's wrong, the person inside... has something to do with Chao Hai? ”

“It is more than a relationship. He is the second son of Chaosheng Group Chairman. His name is Yong Zifeng. Think about it. When people from this background strike out and deal with a Sandchu Group, isn't that something to say? ”

Choi's boss stunned: “Wow, really? He Xinning Group, how can he connect with the second son of Chaohai Group? ”

“The relationship is a little bit, but the main thing is that the little girl offended the second son, and also Mr. Zhao has the means. Didn't Sandchu recently say to rectify the situation? Did he start buying the relationship? Mr. Zhao recently asked a boss to lead the second son. They went to a bar under the Sandchu Gang, a friend of the second son, saw one of the ladies inside, and were willing to spend money... you know this kind of thing anyway...”

Choi nodded, he was also a common wind wave. After listening to this, he naturally understood something: “Didn't the woman come out to do it? ”

“He said that he went to college to work part-time, work hard and study hard, but what are the identities of the second son? If this happened in the past, he would pay for it. We can help him out. Of course, things are easy to solve. The second son's friend drank some wine. After all, he was also drunk. Besides, the woman in the bar is casual. Who knows if the little girl is in the neighborhood, she didn't do anything, but asked someone to beat up the second son's friend. ”

Boss Choi laughed: “Then Liang Zi is tied. ”

“No, it's not.” Huang laughed too, "but everyone couldn't get it. When the second son came out, he actually knew the little girl. At that time, the second son didn't say anything, but he could frighten the boss who Mr. Zhao had bought it. Who knows, the second dude asks Sandchu's latest bullying, just laughing, and then you know, there's this thing now. Anyway, it's not simple for the Second Son to deal with that little girl's film. The reason why he contacted you is because Jianghai can't go wrong. Everyone can divide the interests of sand and bamboo, but also slowly. If you make social unrest or something, you know, nobody can protect you, so the Second Son can be a notary in the middle, so that everyone can do the future things in a harmonious way. As for the sand and bamboo now, those people..."

He waved and smiled insidiously.

“Well, wait and see. ”

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Given that I've been asked recently if Hidden Kills is going to end… Tell me that Hidden Kills is scheduled to end in ten volumes, even if it's not what you expected, there are nine volumes of space, and now volume seven is only just the first half of the story, so it won't end badly. To be honest, I hate rotten tails the most. Our slogan is: Mrs. Ning, no rotten tails! ^_^