bustling city

We talked until the deepest part of the night, and it would be almost dawn in a few hours.

It was too late, Zhou Jin insisted on sending me back.

We walk to the hotel.

The continuous drizzle has stopped now, the stone road is wet, and the wind occasionally wafts on the empty street, blowing the water vapor away with a cool feeling.

At a certain moment, I mistakenly thought that spring was coming, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment.

His story isn't over yet -- to be precise, it's just beginning.

On the way, I asked him some irrelevant questions, but I prevented him from continuing to recall: I have a kind of perfectionism like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I think it is best to talk about this past when we sit down face to face and have a serious conversation.

Zhou Jin asked me when I would go to the Jungfraujoch and who I would be with, and said that if necessary, he could give me some travel guides or something, and he added that there is no charge for free.

I told him I was just stuck here with the bad weather and had no interest in snowy mountains—I was a total city animal.

He understood, and responded with a good-natured smile to my self-deprecating sentence, and said, "Both Yan Jun and I really like the Alps. I wanted to recommend you to visit them too, but it's a pity."

"Just like the Alps? Or just like the mountains?" My question is very logical, but he replied cooperatively: "Just like here.

When I was still in Mephisto, I planned to live here. "

I said that I am actually more interested in his story, he expressed his understanding, and invited me to visit him in the shop when I stay in the town, if the weather turns better, he will send me out of the Internet Laken.

"I'm afraid I won't leave until the weather turns better, but after your story is finished."

I am joking.

He smiled and said, "It's good that you don't feel bored yourself."

- Boring Of course it is impossible to be bored.

After I fell asleep that day, I also dreamed of Mephistopheles—the city of Las Vegas was the scene when I went there—of course I also dreamed of them. Zhou Jin’s face was very clear in the dream, but unfortunately, my imagination was not enough. In order to outline the appearance of Yan Jun, I think he should have a demeanor somewhere between noble and bookish. His stature is not too slender, but he is not particularly strong. It is the kind... If you wear a suit, you will Very appropriate and upright image.

The next day I didn’t wake up until noon. I ordered some lunch from the hotel, and while eating, I recalled Zhou Jin’s story and my own dream.

I don't know if I will be lucky enough to get to know Yan Jun on this trip. For this, I have some hopes and fantasies in my heart.

I went to the bookstore in the afternoon. The good business in the store made me feel strange to the whole space.

The seats near the window are full, most of them are tourists, using their mobile phones to take pictures of the street view through the glass windows, and some of them are also taking pictures of the furnishings in the store.

A few tables took the books on the cabinets to browse. I saw them skimming through them, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry: these are actually books that are worth spending a few days alone to read carefully.

Zhou Jin stood behind the bar making coffee, looked up and saw me, and gestured for me to wait.

I simply sat next to him and watched him operate, and a customer also ordered his "Dark Cloud Overwhelming City". I pointed to the cup with dark chocolate and joked, "This one has vision."

When he was seriously doing business, he was like that, with quick hands and feet, nimble and nimble movements for making coffee, and all kinds of utensils seemed to be very obedient in his hands, rising and falling without making any noise.

I saw that his gestures looked like a bartender, so I asked, "Have you ever been in a bar yourself?" "No, but I learned from the owner of that bar—the woman I told you about yesterday."

He said.

Zhou Jin put all the finished coffee on the tray and took it out at once. I heard that he was introducing drinks to the guests in German or French. Just put your money in it.

When he came back, he closed the door and hung the sign of CLOSE outside the window - he seems to be doing this business very casually.

Zhou Jin led me to sit near the bookshelf.

This corner is wonderfully quiet and secluded, very suitable for chatting.

We continued our conversation at the place where we ended yesterday. Before leaving, some guests would come over to say hello to him. I thought it was cute: in the eyes of most strangers, he should be a very pleasing young man.

-From the first day, for almost two weeks, Yan Jun didn't arrange anything for Zhou Jin.

He eats, eats and sleeps every day, doing nothing in the mansion.

Yan Jun is rarely not at home, but he seems to have completely forgotten his existence.

For a while, Zhou Jin even suspected that he was actually being taken care of as a boy pet.

When Yan Jun received people from the casino at home, he would remember to tell him to hide it and not show his face. Besides, no matter what Zhou Jin asked him, as long as it was related to the future, Yan Jun would not reveal a word.

I guessed that Yan Jun was actually training his patience at this time.

Two weeks passed like this, during which Zhou Jin went from curiosity to impatience, to anger, and finally to numbness.

When Yan Jun went to look for him, he was staying in the house, arranging a pile of dice into various shapes, and then overturning them to make new ones, so bored to pass the time.

"You just have nothing to do?" Yan Jun asked him standing at the door.

Seeing this scourge now, Zhou Jin became furious.

"I used to have work to support myself, but now someone else does it for me. What else do I need to do?" he sarcastically said.

"There are a lot of my books here. Since you can read, why don't you read them?" Yan Jun walked in calmly, looking at the almost unchanged furnishings in the room, especially the cabinet of books. Not a finger was moved.

"You have to read to read?" Zhou Jin asked with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "You hired me to help you read?" Yan Jun walked to the door, moved a chair and sat opposite Zhou Jin, and slid his fingers over the pile Picking up two of the dice there, he pierced Zhou Jin's eyes like a knife's edge: "It's reckless to ask me what I want to do when I first came here; if I can't get an answer after asking a few times, I just give up and do it myself." These worthless things, this is lack of perseverance."

Every time he said a word, he threw a dice, but he never took his eyes off Zhou Jin.

The two small cubes turned around on the table several times, and finally they both stopped at one point.

Yan Jun pointed at the table with his fingers, and said with a half-smile: "Do you think that your life is worse than a pig's dog because of that gambling father? —— No.

You are because of yourself. "

Zhou Jin was already irritated by his domineering appearance, and his blood surged even more when he heard this, and he slapped Yan Jun's face with clenched fists. Unexpectedly, he was held tightly by the latter halfway, his wrist turned, and his arm Being pressed on the table, the dice were scattered all over the floor, Zhou Jin struggled like a trapped animal, but he couldn't break free from Yan Jun's restraint no matter what.

"You can't hold your breath after two sentences. If someone destroys your favorite thing in front of you, or tramples your self-esteem under your feet, what will you do? Will you die with him?" Zhou Jin said roughly Panting, gritted his teeth and said, "I have nothing to love."

"That's even more pathetic." Yan Jun let go of him, straightened his clothes slowly, and sat back. "Without love, you can't even talk about dignity, because everything you do is just animal instinct."

Zhou Jin glared at him viciously, without saying a word.

"What I want you to do, you can't do it now. You think you have no interest in gambling, and you think that setting a rule that you never gamble with your own money is integrity. In fact, you are still an irrational gambler in your bones."

Zhou Jin's rage that had just subsided almost revived again. He stood up awkwardly and looked down at Yan Jun, only to find that the other party's face had suppressed all emotions, looking at him as deadly as a wilderness, bringing great pressure.

For some reason, Zhou Jin looked at him, and suddenly calmed down strangely. He tried his best to ignore Yan Jun's condescending judgment, and almost forced himself to ask, "What exactly do you want to do when you say such a thing?" With this sentence, a faint smile spread across Yan Jun's eyes, and he pointed to the chair for Zhou Jin to sit down: "That's right, I can regain my sanity."

He said, throwing the folder he brought to Zhou Jin.

Turning to the first page, there is Zhou Jin's detailed information on his life experience, some of which even he himself is not clear about, and it is clearly written on it.

The format of the second page is exactly the same, explaining Yan Jun's identity.

After reading the second page, Zhou Jin understood what kind of vortex he was involved in. He always boasted that he was not afraid of anything, but now he felt a little scared.

"I forgot to remind you, if you don't want to do it after reading it, you will have to die."

Yan Jun regretted.

Zhou Jin showed a bitter expression, and asked him: "Do you think I have this ability? Help you unplug a black |.| gang?" "No, I have this ability, that's fine.

You are just my weapon. "

"Since all you can use is official power, why do you still find me such a semi-finished product, so you don't think it's incompetent? ——Or you can do it yourself, your genius at the gambling table is no less than me. "

Zhou Jin said while flipping through the documents.

In the city of Mephisto there is a huge |.| gang - this is beyond his expectation - this gang specializes in cultivating talents with thousands of skills. Being strong, he was unwilling to settle down in a corner, colluded with the dealer of the casino, and jointly defrauded the gamblers of their money.

The casino should be the most impartial third party, but now it has become a glutton, swallowing money unscrupulously in the darkness that no one knows.

Mephisto has become a complete hoax, and Zhou Jin's father is not the only one who has lost his life in this scheme.

The two forces rooted out the delusion in this city, made money from the casino, and wiped out all the people who might touch the truth one by one. Subverting it means the collapse of skyscrapers, and Yan County, he is the public power placed in this city. A termite in a load-bearing wall of a building.

"Have you ever seen duckweed?" Yan Jun asked, "This kind of power is like duckweed floating in a pond. You think you can get rid of it by pulling out the branches on the surface, but in fact it is impossible, as long as it It can also absorb nutrients from the water, and it is only a matter of time before the severed ones grow back."

Zhou Jin frowned tightly and looked at him.

This is not a trivial matter, and even the usual "big matter" is not enough to describe it.

Just touched the tip of the iceberg, Zhou Jin already felt the suffocating pressure from it.

However, Yan Jun's tone was as indifferent as if he was talking about something unimportant.

"So I'm going to devise a big gamble," he said, "I'm going to drain the pond and let the duckweed die from the roots down."