death sound

early morning.

Lin Shuang no longer remembered how many bottles of wine this was, but just mechanically poured it into his mouth, swallowed it, and then opened the next bottle of wine.

"Francisco died six years ago. He was surrounded by a secret force sent by a certain Chinese military general to the Middle East. Then he was shot and executed on charges of undermining international relations, attacking the international police, and treason. Even his body was burned directly. "

"We used to know each other in France. It was a pity when he died."

"What, you know him?"

know?do not know?He didn't know how to answer.

Seven years have passed since that incident, and he still can't understand why Zhong Xiao wanted to save him, a person who had nothing to do with him or even met him before.

Looking at Yan Jue's puzzled eyes, he just evaded a few words, briefly talked about this matter, and didn't tell him another matter.

He participated in the execution of the end dawn mission.

He was not the main force of that mission at that time, and he didn't even go to the mission site, but was responsible for resisting those who came to the rescue.That mission was extremely confidential. He only knew at that time that they were going to deal with a terrorist, but he didn't know anything about the specific situation.

Hearing what Yan Jue said this time, after checking the time and place, he finally understood what the mission was about.

He went on a mission to execute the man he had been looking for for seven years.

He was obviously just a child, how could he be hunted down so mercilessly, and ended up with no bones left?

He is talented, obviously it should be the best time of youth, enjoying the best time of life.

That child, who can't even speak Chinese well, how could he be convicted of treason?

He knew what it was like before he died, the boundless sea of ​​flames, the dense scars on his body, the cold bullets still left in that thin torso, and then bit by bit in the flames, all of them were reduced to ashes and completely disappeared. Completely, as if this person never existed.

Even though he was just a child, why did he have to bear so many things alone, and even die for these things?

"Ming Xiao, Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao..." In the cold night, he murmured that person's name over and over again, as if he was confirming something.

He used to not believe in love at first sight. In the past few years, he searched all over the world for Zhong Xiao. He thought it was just his behavior to repay that person. He didn't understand the reason until today.

He is looking for his heart.

On that day seven years ago, a teenager who had been in contact with him for only a few minutes stole his heart, so he wanted to find him and get his soul back.

He lowered his head and hugged the cold air in his arms tightly.

"Dawn..."

"I love you..."