Hidden Assassin

The crying noise rang in the room, Ye Han, Julian and others walked to the door and saw the woman crying inside, suddenly silenced.

Ye Han was prepared for this long ago. At this time, she just stood for a while, sighed, and Julian and others naturally didn't have much to say. Quiet had quite excellent capital. However, she had always fallen behind in Conservatory of Music and had not returned home for four years. Most people guessed that she had some sadness, but had never thought of showing up and then being so sad. After all, they, as outsiders, had no right to put their beaks on, looked a few times, and after a while in the living room, they said goodbye to Ye Han. Julian's divine colour is a little complicated, but at the end of the day, it's unthinkable, just saying one thing to give her a good rest, don't worry too much.

The crowd gradually dissipated from the house, Ye Han closed the door outside, went to the bedroom door and looked, spinning away, gently closing the door. Take a bottle of wine out of the box next to the TV cabinet, sit on the couch and pour yourself a glass, sipping it.

The cry lasted a long time in the room before it gradually turned into a whimper. For many years, this was perhaps the most violent cry she had ever cried, but, intellectually, she was awake shortly after crying. Tears and voices couldn't stop, she reached for the tears of the deciduous embankment and looked up at the documents on her hand until she finished reading them. The cries didn't stop. The crimson eyes leaned towards the mother's face, shook her head, wanted to say something, but was swallowed and drowned in the shouting room. It took a long time before she shook her head mechanically again: “I... I don't believe...”

Duan Jingxian stretched his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, shook his head and sounded softly: “I don't want to believe it either...”

“What happened then...” The choking sound made the quiet as if it had returned to the childhood, she looked at the mother, and her tone was uncomfortable and stubborn. Duan Jingxian's gaze lowered: “We did not see Jiaming who later developed illness. He saw him several times in September. By more than October, he would no longer see us... Your father asked about his illness in the relationship and said that he was sick inside. We bailed him out for medical treatment, but he refused to see anyone, the character of the child...”

Now it's just a few short words, but it's impossible to imagine how anxious the Ye couple were when they first found out about Jiamin, how much anxiety they experienced, how many doorways they walked and how many walls they touched. For the past four years, they didn't dare to tell their daughter about it. Even if they missed it, they wouldn't dare to tell her to come back on the phone to see... Mother wiped tears.

“He was like that, since he was a child, he promised to do everything, but he didn't want to say anything, and he didn't want to let everyone know that he had sent you and Sha Sha away. He probably felt he had nothing to do with it. Your father and I are afraid to tell you, because you are stubborn, you can not come back to Vienna for this matter for four years... The last time I saw him, he apologized to us, said he was sorry for you, he was sorry for us, but he was also my child and your father, he said he wanted to write a letter to you, but he couldn't write anything...”

“In September 2001, someone came to tell us that Jiaming... passed away... your former classmate, called Oriental Road, sent you prison notice, doctor's certificate, a lot of mess, he said... Jiaming refused to see anyone before he died... his cemetery is in Guanyin Ridge outside the city, tomorrow I will show you to him...”

The room calmed down, warm yellow light, dust floating in the air, a moth circled around the lampshade, sitting quietly there, with incredible beauty on her cheek, her eyes turned to the void next to her mother, tears scratched silently, as if light powder scattered in the air, sadness fell on the lake on the other side of the world...

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At the same time, it is more than ten miles from Ye Martial Arts Hall by the coast of Jianghai City.

Under the moonlight, the tranquil waves of the sea, amidst that lonely villa on the nearby hillside, are shining brilliant lights like a palace situated in the mountains.

This is not a famous villa area in Jianghai City, however, the nearby people probably know that this mountain on the beach belongs to a rich developer, has been planned and started to start dirt, but then the plan was put on hold for no reason. The developer is said to have been acquired after bankruptcy, but before that, they had built a sample house, which has been used for several years, often with different identities. Every night, the bright lights lit up on a cemetery-like building base, but there was no luxurious flavor, just a little modernization after feeling it.

Today, in a room on the second floor of the villa, a man is reporting to someone at the other end of the big screen.

“… at present we cannot determine the whereabouts of the unseen dust. According to the information currently available, the enemies encountered by several groups in Europe are unusually strong. Li Yunshu fled with the unseen dust under the cover of all the members of the team, but was eventually caught up and is now in a state of danger. The whereabouts of the unseen dust are unknown. It can be ascertained that the enemy did not receive it. As for the news that things will appear in the Jianghai, purely out of the hunch of Miss Oriental Ruo, Mr. Fang has arrived with Miss Oriental this afternoon. He is said to be accompanied by Teacher Huiqing, who has been hiding in Emei Mountain...”

“Huiqing...” When I heard the name, I frowned over the screen. "With her concern for the little girl, it's not surprising that your affairs will become difficult, they won't know your purpose, definitely not to engage in a positive conflict, I will continue to send five teams up, led by Ko Fangyu, you should cooperate with his work. ”

“Yes… besides, we noticed Ye Lingjing returned to Jianghai yesterday afternoon at 7pm…”

“Ye Lingjing? That's...”

“Gu Jiaming, one of her former girlfriends, went to Vienna Conservatory of Music four years ago to study piano, and you told us to keep an eye on the movements of these people. ”

In response to Kaisheng's silence for a moment: “Gu Jiaming is dead. Ignore her first. Now you do everything in your power to do this thing at hand, and see the dust in the sky... you must not let that prophetic woman take it...”

“Yes.”

After the connection was broken, the man in front of the screen was silent and frowned slightly, looking out the window beside him: “Ko Fangyu... hum...”

Twist head took two steps, was about to turn off the light, suddenly stopped by the door, twist seemed to hear something, then shook head, the light in the room went out moments, a gunshot suddenly came out below, noisy noise...

The brush pulled out the pistol, three or two steps rushed to the window, the light shook the wrong figure, a mess below, a body floating in the pool, blood rendered on the water, then another gunshot, he raised his hand, pressed the caller, and lowered his voice: “What happened...”

“No, I don't know...”

“I can't see the enemy...”

“Xiang and Le are dead...”

The voice went down, and suddenly there was a tremendous vibration underneath, as if the car had hit the wall and the lighting of the entire villa was shaking. Turning around, he was about to go outside, behind him came the broken glass, sharp pain penetrated his body, bright sword tip stabbed out of chest, blood dropped...

“Hmm…”

The next moment, the blade retrieved, the blood poured into his mouth, he turned around slowly, the sea of tranquillity was out the window, the moon hung on the sea, a European man in a white tuxedo stood in the void outside the window, blonde hair tied to ponytail, blue and soft eyes, silver fine sword reflecting the moonlight, man wiping with handkerchief, then nodded at him like a gentleman - this is the last image he saw.

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Emei.

It was a special day when the alarm continued to sound and there was chaos in the basement, and the short black shadow clashed left and right like a trapped beast.

A team of guards rushed through the aisle and disappeared at the corner, the wall next to it suddenly collapsed, turning into stone dust on the ground, the shadow of the short man struggled for a long time before climbing up, tired panting. A wrinkled face, like a centuries-old man, is reflected in the indefinite lights.

He looked closely at the surrounding environment, knowing that this time, unlike the last time in Europe, when he recovered his strength after a long period of cultivation and the other side now knew of his power, he had been drugged into a state of obscurity for some time after waking up, or had drawn a lot of his blood. Not knowing what was wrong with the base this time, the machine suddenly malfunctioned, so he found a slight opportunity to break through.

“As long as... as long as I can get out... kill you all... I must kill you all..."

It's been years since I've experienced such a horrible thing, and when I met that little boy with the box in that ancient tomb nearly a decade ago, it seemed like bad luck was over my head, out of one lab and into another, and I fell asleep intermittently so many times. But it doesn't matter, he has almost endless lives, as long as he can regain his strength, everything will still be fine... as long as he can get out this time, he will be careful and careful...

With this in mind, he broke through several layers of guards, which made him realize something —— it seemed that another group of people had invaded the base as well, until as he crossed a short lane, he suddenly found the shadow shaking in front of him, a large group of guards were rushing over from there, and he had to turn around, and the shadows were brushed into two sections on the wall, as if the shadow had been cut open by an invisible sharp edge, and some familiar feeling came up from the bottom of his heart, and footsteps were coming from the lane in front -- the sound of the high heels.

Then a black figure came out that way.

Tall collar, long and gorgeous black cape, women with long, wavy black hair, beautiful eyes as a knife, red as blood lips, when she saw him, a slight laughing arc at the corner of her mouth. With one step, the figure has crossed a distance of more than ten meters.

“Long Time No See...”

“Vi…”

The dwarf's body gave rise to an irrepressible tremor and turned around to walk. The phantom flashed. The woman had arrived in front of him, strangled him with her dry, thin neck and pressed him against the wall behind her with one hand.

“Count… I miss you so much…”

“Victoria...”

“I'm glad you remember my name...”

That gorgeous face approached me, a woman named Victoria breathing like an orchid, smiling and looking at his face. Despite the beauty of the woman in front of her, what the Count feels at this time seems to be endless fear.

“Me, me... I can explain, I've been here for years...”

“Natural limitations? You used to be short, but now... it really makes me sick...” Ignoring what he said, the woman looked at him several times, then turned his head to one side, let go of the dwarf's neck with five long fingers, opened her mouth in a shout of fear, bite down...

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Same night sky under the streets of Hong Kong.

The car returned to the hotel, and it was almost midnight when Mu Qing and others stepped out of the car.

“Miss Fang is really enthusiastic. Signature photos and the limited edition CD she promised me are fantastic.” Momo held that photo. She had seen it in the car countless times. At this time, she still couldn't help but kiss more. Then she looked at the silent family. “She must have owed Gu Jiaming a lot of money before...”

Ding Xiong smiled: “From what I heard later, Jia Ming should have been a very powerful songwriter before. He must have helped Miss Fang a lot. By the way, there were rumors before, Miss Fang's boyfriend or songwriter. Did she break up later? Could it be him? ”

“Not good at all.” Ink shrugged, "Miss Fang's boyfriend is writing a song now, and it's not called Gu Jiaming. ”

With their respective questions, several people said goodbye in front of the hotel. Fatty wanted to take Momo home. Ding Xiong planned to go to the bar again, so only Mo Qing Qing and Jiaming went upstairs in the elevator. Without someone else in the elevator, Mu Qing frowned and looked at Jia Ming several times: “Who are you? Really, Fang Yuxi knew you and was still so enthusiastic...”

Such questions remain unanswered, with the rooms of the two on the fifth floor of the hotel, out of the elevator, each taking out the keys. Since Jiaming has no problems in dealing with herself, and Ting Xiong is there, it is not possible for the two of them to live together again naturally, so as not to be confused, they each have a room. She is 512, Jiaming 514. Mu Qing opened the door and said good night. I don't know why, Jiaming inserted the card key into the door lock, but didn't push it open. Mo Qing entered the room shortly after the motion stopped. She felt that something seemed wrong. At the moment when she was about to close the door, a loud noise shook the whole room, and the air currents flew in, and she fell all over the floor.

Occupational habits, she subconsciously judged the reason for this, struggling to climb up, the buzzing in her ears, confusion, rolling smoke, flashing several images in her brain, she suddenly stunned in the dust.

Cover the mouth and nose flush out, the whole channel is covered with diffuse smoke and dust, the air smells of sulfur and burning, the lights of the corridor make a splashing and snapping noise, the light is uncertain, before opening her mouth, she is choked by dust.

“Cough - cough - Gu Jiaming - Gu Jiaming -”

She shouted a few words. She ran to the door of the room, which was room 514. The explosion was the worst, the flame burned, the alarm sounded, and then the fire sprinkler started spraying water. In a thick smoke, Mu Qingfei quickly removed the fallen door panels and debris, rushed into the door where the fire was still on, screaming hard, and began to find the whereabouts of the family...

Shortly afterwards, a man in a sun hat under the hotel spit gum, left the crowd and took out his cell phone and started calling.

“Hey, Keung, it's done... at least one cop from mainland China is dead, if they die too much, I can't blame them for their bad lives, I can't help it, but there is one thing... there is a mistake in the tip, this time they are not two people, but three, um, they just found a room to put it in... OK, anyway, they can't clean up this time... mainly you have to hide, Dafei is looking for you now, Min Kun wants to borrow a knife to kill people, to be honest, this is really not smart... now let their dogs bite their dogs, the cops will never let them go, this time they won't take off their skin... I think it's important that you really run away from Hong Kong now..."

Car on the side of the road, he made a phone call, crossed a crowded crowd, turned two streets, suddenly felt something was wrong, looked behind him, found nothing, then frowned and continued to walk.

Turning two more blocks, the person was already missing, he frowned and looked back, a snoopy reflected in the curtain, evoked a familiar feeling, Jiaming followed him not far behind, gazed lightly at him, had already looked behind him for several blocks.

“What the fuck are you doing with me! Do you owe K..."

He reached out his fingers a few times and was pulling closer, his fingers were suddenly suspended in the air, trying to recall - although he didn't see it very clearly before, but this man seemed to be one of those cops... a few seconds later, he turned around and ran!

Turning into the alley next to him, looking back, the figure seemed to stare faintly at him in the crowd at the alley, across the street on that side, and looking back, the person seemed to be still mixed up in the crowd, rushing past the small park in front of the apartment building, then rushing into the alley, going over the fence - so that after a few blocks, making sure the other side wasn't following him, he stopped panting in some alley.

“He... fuck, this is a big deal...”

Soul Fuding, he gasped for a moment, took three cigarettes out of his pocket and lit them, sucked them hard, got up and left, a few meters away from him, the figure stood there, the man's hands in his trousers pockets, brows slightly wrinkled, clothes painted with a large Snoopy.

“You...” he hesitated for a moment and saw his hands still in his pocket, brushing up a steel pipe in the clutter pile next to him, waving a stick. It was only half-way through, and the hard steel pipe parked directly in the air, and the man grabbed the pipe with one hand, and then, no matter how hard he tried, it stood still like a rock.

He let go of the steel pipe, he took a few steps back, the sweat bead leached on his face, then suddenly pulled open his coat: “You... don't mess around, we're all going to die together...” There were still several homemade explosives hanging in the coat, yet the words were not finished, the steel pipe in front suddenly swayed, then splitting and spanking countless voices, for a moment, I don't know how many times he was hit, anyway, after two or three seconds, his body somehow fell to the ground, it felt painfully before it came into my mind, and I don't know how many bones were broken all over my body, my hands must have been completely broken, I couldn't move at all, the man came to him, took off his coat, and wrapped the explosive around his head Go, wrap his head slowly...

Shortly after, Jiaming walked out of the alley, and in the dark alley, a huge explosion was heard. When the crowd was confused, the direction he was going to and from disappeared.

After a few minutes, the police arrived, went upstairs, another mess, Fatty and Ink came back here again, Muqing sat in a chair next to the corridor, probably wet by a sprinkler to put out the fire, wearing a coat, long hair like water grass, quite a bit of a bearded feeling, saw him appear, people first confused for half a day, then Ding Xiong shouted and walked over: “Where have you been, do you know where everyone is worried about you! ”

Mu Qing looked up at him for a while, suddenly lowered his body, closed his eyes for a few breaths, such as feeling relieved, so repeated, even though he waved his hand and grabbed Jia Ming's hand: “No, no... don't talk about him, I think he was scared, just fine... just fine... my God, this time it really scared me...”

She dragged Jiaming to the chair for a while and asked Jiaming process, naturally she didn't get any answers. She felt like she was a bit of a wolf. Muqing stood up: “I'll go clean up first, it's messy now...” Until then, she let go of Jiaming's hand. “Anyway, I'm going to intervene in this matter. Please tell the inspector about it. Rest assured, I won't mess up, but I almost get blown up. I think I have at least the right to know. ”

“I understand.” Fatty smiled, "the inspector just called and said. He's on his way over and will tell you later. ”

“Thank you.” He shook his hand and Mu Qing hugged Jiaming's shoulder before turning back to his room.

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The next morning, Jianghai.

When he woke up, he heard the noise coming from the grocery room. Ye Han walked over and saw Ling quietly wearing a long white dress, squatting there looking for something, and then pulled a hoe out of the middle. Turning around, she also saw her father standing there.

Ye Han did not sleep well this night, including Zhang Jingxian. Of course, perhaps Jing Jing is the one who slept the least. In just one night, she seemed to have lost weight and wrapped herself in that long dress, thin as if she was going to fly. Ye Han sighed: “Quiet, the tomb is ashes...”

The calm shoulder collapsed and the belly bit the lower lip gently, his eyes slightly turned to one side, and then tears came down again. She wiped her tears and walked into Ye Han's arms.

“Dad, I really want to see him...”

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After typing, it's 23: 58 and it should be on the 23rd, so maybe it should be said, yesterday's birthday, Happy Birthday ^_^

Well, starting today, I can officially claim to be twenty-four years old, and suddenly I'm a year older, and I'm sad.