Kuiba Longming

Sitting on the roof of Zong Si's house for most of the night, Long Ming compared the documents and drew the incomplete formation in his notes, and then tried to fill in the remaining part by himself.

The reduced version of the array pattern is denser and more compact, looking quite like twisted snakes and insects entangled together.

A drop of water suddenly landed on the notebook, Long Ming stopped writing, raised his head, the moon was blocked by clouds, and the dark sky in the distance was flashing blue and purple lightning... It looked like it was going to rain soon.

When the notebook was just put away, the rain was already rushing down like a bucket, hitting the already smooth tiles and making it even harder to get a foothold, Long Ming just sat there without moving, allowing the rain to soak his clothes.

An umbrella was suddenly thrown into his arms, Long Ming glanced at the figure walking into the house in the rain under the night, bowed his head and opened the umbrella.

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After the night rain, I haven’t seen Quiba jumping off the roof for two weeks. Jiang Languang always glances at it from time to time, like a child without friends who always expects a special guest, looking forward to sleeping on the roof of his house. the man.

But at this time, Long Ming disappeared from everyone's sight as if he had evaporated from the world.

There is a deserted western-style building on the outskirts of Haidu. Occasionally, when a light breeze blows, there will be horrible and strange whimpering sounds in the corridors with strange structures. Larger mice jump across the ceiling, and the rattling sounds seem to be haunted by ghosts. Step... Even the demolition team dare not enter such a gloomy building.

A figure exuding a gloomy aura sat alone in the empty room of the haunted house.

The burnout that had not rested for half a month was written all over Long Ming's face, the eyeballs filled with red bloodshot eyes revealed irritability and paranoia, a strange pattern was carved on the floor below him, blood was flowing from the veins between his wrists Flow out and seep into the floor.

Long Ming stared at the mirror in front of him, but there was no response for a while... Another failure?He hastily wrapped gauze around his injured wrist, picked up the notebook next to him and crossed out the formation pattern on this page, then turned to the next page, and began to grope again... this notebook has already It is the failure formation he simulated.

After drawing half of the formation, the handwriting and graphics under the pen were a bit blurred. Long Ming shook his head, and each line was still four or five phantoms stacked together. .

He shook off the pen and pinched the center of his brow feebly... It was almost at the limit, and his eyes were a little hard to open.

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The director general of the Asia Union was drinking tea and reading a book on a chair in the garden when a heavy object suddenly fell from the roof into the flowers, setting off a burst of dust along with the petals.

The young man sitting next to him basking in the sun sat up in surprise, "Long Ming?"

After a while, the people in the flowers didn't stand up as irritablely as before. Jiang Languang got up and walked over, pawing the flowers for a while, "Brother! Come here!"

The Chief Secretary put down his book and walked over unhurriedly.

The man lying in the flowers was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and the long white hair that appeared in Kuihua was scattered under his body, making him look even more haggard.

The director's gaze fell on Kuiba's bloody left arm. There were more than a dozen bloody scratches in different shades. The shallowest one had already been peeled to the flesh. In the deep place, pale bones could be seen, and blood dripped continuously. down, between the strands of hair on the ground.

"Did Long Ming commit suicide?" Jiang Languang stood aside and watched the chief bandage his wound.

"Ming Yu..." Long Ming murmured in a very low voice, and the chief executive next to him could just hear it clearly, and his indifferent face suddenly became complicated.

"Why did you commit suicide?" Lan Guang, who couldn't see Jiang Huang's expression, crossed his arms and asked in puzzlement, "Is it the same as what the media said, several police officers who worked with him died in the last explosion What?...Why did the reporter say that he killed those people? He shouldn't be to blame...Is he blaming himself for this?"

"Uh huh..." Long Ming frowned and woke up. He seemed to want to take a rest just now, but he actually fell asleep. He pressed his head and opened his eyes to see the two people who appeared in his field of vision. He was slightly taken aback. Immediately, he reacted, and glanced at the bandaged wound, "It's troublesome."

What kind of problem is it that you can sleepwalk and come here when you are so tired?

Seeing Long Ming's irritable look, Jiang Languang suddenly grabbed his sleeve, and said softly with a worried face: "You must stop doing stupid things, it's not your fault."

Long Ming frowned, and looked at Jiang Languang suspiciously, "What did I...do?"

"Rest well, don't think so much," Jiang Languang sighed earnestly, and then firmly held his shoulder, "Long Ming, don't sleep on the roof. I will take care of you these few days, and I understand you very well."

Long Ming felt that the young man opposite seemed to have misunderstood him.

He moved his eyes away, and just met the complicated eyes of the director general of the Asian Federation... His eyelids jumped——these two people misunderstood?

Forget it, don't waste time explaining, the formation should be researched soon...

Long Ming lifted the quilt to get out of bed, Jiang Huang held him down, "Lie down..."

"I still have something to do, I can't die," Long Ming impatiently wanted to push away the chief executive's hand, Jiang Huang directly pushed him back on the bed, Kuiba's face became gloomy, and he changed from semi-kuihua back to his real body, Eyes without pupils stared at the director gloomily, "Take your hands away."

The director general of the Asia Union pressed him on his own, "Lan Guang, go down and take the medicine, don't watch here."

Jiang Languang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Long Ming braced his body to get up, but Jiang Huang's strength was surprisingly strong, he didn't even move all of a sudden, he lay on the bed and snorted, "Let go of me..."

The director looked down at him, "Aren't you tired? Lie down and rest, don't make trouble for me."

Long Ming gasped irritably, he was very sleepy, but he couldn't sleep at all...the case...hasn't...huh? ...Why are your eyelids so heavy?Long Ming suddenly found that the surroundings were much quieter than usual, and the light was very comfortable... The thick curtains were drawn tightly, and the scorching sun in the afternoon had already turned yellow... The endless noise left only a slight lingering sound... There was a The steady heartbeat kept ringing, slowly calming his mind...

The director looked at Kuiba who was so tired that he was struggling, and his eyes stayed on the eyes that were gradually closing, which were bloodshot, revealing deep fatigue.