death sound

Chapter Seventeenth

绝响

——It is said that at the moment of dawn, countless souls wandering in the world will find their way home and return to their own place.

"General, we have traced Zhong Xiao's whereabouts." The technician pointed to the computer screen, which displayed the last image captured by the traffic probe. Zhong Xiao walked out of a dilapidated apartment, wrapped in black clothes, and quickly disappeared in the In the twilight of dawn.

"Is there a later picture?" Lin Shuang frowned, trying to ignore the abnormal throbbing of her heart.

"No, he seems to know the location of the camera very well. The whereabouts just now should have been deliberately disclosed to us."

"I know where he is." Luo Chen spoke suddenly.

"...Where is it?" Lin Shuang looked back at him with an indescribable expression.

"He has only one place to return to in France." The smile on Luo Chen's face deepened, so thick that it seemed to swallow all the light.

The drama has begun.

Paris suburbs.

That villa was very beautiful. It should have been a clean off-white building many years ago. The garden seemed to have been deserted for a long time. All kinds of unknown weeds climbed over the wall along the iron railings and hung down on the ground decadently.

If it is taken care of carefully, it should be a very warm home.

"If the property rights have not been falsified, this property should be known at last." The soldier whispered behind Lin Shuang.

"...The second group comes in with me." Lin Shuang raised her hand and pushed the tall iron door, only to find that the door was open.

Finally dawn, are you really here?

The inside of the villa was covered with thick dust, and everything was still the same as it was when the host left. The flowers on the dining table had long since withered, and only a few rotten flower stems were left, which were placed in vases in dilapidated condition.

"I will go upstairs alone, and you will meet me at the stairs. If there is any movement, don't worry about me, just shoot the whole floor." "This..." "I will do it." Lin Shuang waved her hand and walked upstairs alone go.

"Here?" Zhong Xiao stood in the room facing the stairs, turned sideways and was flipping through something from the shelf.

Lin Shuang stood at the door of the room without saying a word, her face darkened like ice that had not melted for years.

He has become thinner, and he was also very thin in the past, but at that time he was more inclined to be as agile and vigorous as a cheetah, but now he feels a bit skinny.The white shirt was covered with bloodstains of different shades, and the scars on the arms were even more shocking.He still has long hair, but it is rarely tied up. The newly grown blond hair and the original dyed black hair are mottled and intertwined, with a shocking and strange beauty.

Four years have passed, and he is still the same as before, the appearance of the man named Yan Jue, has not changed at all.That pair of eyebrows and eyes, that line outline, are no different from the person he once truly loved.

"Zhu Xiao," he took a deep breath, as if trying to stabilize his sanity that was about to collapse, "Don't run away, come back with me."

"Go back?" Zhong Xiao turned his head to look at him, "What are you doing when you go back? Do you want to die again for treason?"

"That's what you deserve," Lin Shuang clenched her teeth, trying to show her incomparable hatred. "You killed the general of the army and did so many bad things. You deserve it."

"Really? I deserve it?" Zhong Xiao asked back with a smile, "Just because I was not directly stabbed to death by Shen Cang 20 years ago, are you going to fulfill his last wish?"

"you……"

"Lin Shuang, do you still remember the evening before I left?" Zhong Xiao's smile was full of tenderness, "Do you remember what we said?"

He remembered, how could he forget.

He said, Yan Jue, I love you.At that time, Yan Jue told him with a smile that it was not bad to live like this for the rest of his life.

But they ended up going the other way.

He is the righteousness of the world, and he is the evil of the world.

"I don't want to recall the conversation with someone like you at all."

Zhong Xiao was stunned, looked at the man in front of him with a straight military uniform and dazzling epaulettes, and smiled.

"It's also... Now that your family is happy and your career is going well, you should forget about my stain."

If there were no changes in the past, maybe he would join the army, maybe he would perform missions with Lin Shuang, talk about an ordinary love together, and live an ordinary life together.

The trajectory of his life was once so beautiful.

He raised his hand, picked up a metal box from the shelf, took out the contents and threw it to him, "Lin Shuang, do you remember this?"

It was a gun, a 1990 commemorative MarkVII.

Zhong Xiao took out a lighter from behind, lit it and threw it on the floor.Only then did Lin Shuang realize that the ground at Zhongxiao Station had already been sprinkled with gasoline.

The bright red flames covered the sky and covered the sky without warning, igniting the roof, lighting the furniture, and scorching the people inside.

"I've never used this gun, it's just for today." Zhong Xiao stood in the flames, the corners of his mouth were scorched black under the high temperature, thick blood gushed out as soon as he spoke.

"Come on, Lin Shuang, shoot." He smiled, his smile was still so beautiful, just like Yan Jue, who was all-powerful in the military industry back then.

The reason and emotion in his heart almost tore him into two broken individuals. He wanted to rush to save him, but he had to kill him.

People like them don't deserve to have their own emotions.Country, relatives, family, they have too many things to consider, so much that they even have an extravagant hope to save their lover who is gradually disappearing in the fire.

how sad.

"At the end of dawn," he raised the muzzle of his gun, aiming at the gradually blurred figure. "farewell."

Then he pulled the trigger, turned and walked away.

Only the slumped figure remained, burning without a trace in this barren villa, as if he had never been in this world.

Except for the handful of gray dust, there was nothing left.