can not help

On the fifth floor, in the only room with a door in the innermost room, the rusty door lock is still conscientiously exhausting the last bit of waste heat, at least it didn't let the door close some shady things, carelessly exposed In broad daylight.

Liao Chen leaned on the chair, pinched his fingers between his eyebrows, and stood beside the man who was nearly two meters tall.

The man stood upright with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were fixed on the only entrance and exit in the house. The tension emanating from this man alone was enough to fill the entire room.

Liao Chen looked up at the man behind him and smiled.

The window on the west side was blocked by a thick cloth that couldn't tell what color it was originally, and the dim light bulb installed temporarily flashed dim light, hitting Liao Chen's uneven face, but blinding his eyes. Taking advantage of it, it became more and more profound.

He doesn't have any outstanding appearance, he belongs to the type that can't be found immediately when he is thrown in the crowd, even his temperament looks mediocre.

If you meet him on the street, at most, you will think that this is a working class who has been ruined by society for most of your life, and your meager income is only enough to support your family. You will never believe that this is an important person who holds more than half of the country's information resources.

Liao Chen picked up the water glass on the table, and the already cold water flowed down his throat, feeling an innumerable sense of comfort.

Putting down the water glass, Liao Chen slowly lit a cigarette for himself, and the smoke circle rose little by little, and then he said: "Everyone is familiar with it, there is no need to be so nervous."

The man next to him straightened his tie, he was relieved for a while, and his voice was lowered, and he said, "Because we know each other very well, everyone knows who is who."

Liao Chen took a deep breath of cigarettes: "Yes, everyone knows who is what."

The man said, "I don't understand."

Liao Chen: "Tell me."

Man: "What are we here for now? You obviously have enough time to leave. Even if you want to get rid of this hidden danger, you can still do it without anyone noticing it. Why do you have to invite me to this place and send yourself into the palace?" Desperation?"

Liao Chen smiled, and extinguished the cigarette butt on the stained coffee table.

"After leaving, what are you going to do? Squeeze out everything you know by other countries, and then turn into an empty skin, find a hidden place, live like a mouse?"

"That's better than this, trapping yourself into a hairy crab and sending it to the enemy."

"He's not an enemy." Liao Chen fiddled with the distorted cigarette butt in his hand, "We're just two bastards with the same disease."

Speaking of this, Liao Chen laughed out loud.

The man still kept his coffin face, staring at the door, not missing a trace of strangeness coming from behind that door.

Liao Chen collapsed on the sofa, looked at the ceiling full of spider webs, and smiled little by little, his face was completely blank.

"Tell me, if Murong and Immortal..."

"Whenever he does something, he deserves to die at that time."

Liao Chen didn't move, and the lines between his brows seemed a little lighter because of his relaxed expression.

"Then, did Ah Ling deserve to die last year?"

The man who had been making sculptures was finally willing to turn his head, his sharp eyes didn't look like what a subordinate should have.

"Why, do you regret it now?"

"Regret?" Liao Chen sneered, "Can I correct it now?"

The man straightened his posture again, and he didn't care about the boss who suddenly hurt the spring and autumn beside him.

The news that Liao Chen sent to Meng Tingye was indeed in the afternoon, but he didn't say when the person would arrive, and the other party didn't ask.

It's simply that he doesn't have a lot of things now, but he has a lot of time.

When the sculpture standing next to him suddenly walked past the door slowly, Liao Chen sat up straight again, picked up the kettle beside him and poured himself a cup of tea, then picked up a clean cup to make tea, and placed it opposite him .

In such a humble place, all electricity is supplied by a generator in the corner.

'knock knock'

There was a gentle knock on the dilapidated wooden door.

The man who had been waiting at the door glanced at Liao Chen, and after seeing Liao Chen nodding, he opened the ordinary door.

"I have to say, the place you chose is really perfunctory."

Murong Ling raised his hand to fan the dust that fell from opening the door, instead of looking at the door god who opened the door for him, he went straight to sit down opposite Liao Chen.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Liao Chen's smile was like that of a neighbor's uncle who smiled kindly when he met a child he had watched grow up.

Murong Ling didn't feel much about this expression, he didn't feel it was too kind, nor did he feel it was too hypocritical.

He picked up the tea prepared for him in front of him, took a sip without any precautions, and then smiled lightly: "The environment is not a good environment, but the tea is good tea."

Liao Chen smiled: "You really don't look like your father at all."

Murong Ling: "What's strange, apart from his contribution in giving birth to me, I don't have as much contact with him as you do."

Liao Chen: "Yes, I watched you grow up too."

Murong Ling put the teacup back on the table, his eyes drifted over some marks on the tea table, wondering if the dilapidated tea table would be crushed by two cups.

Liao Chen stared at Murong Ling for a long time, and only when the man next to him thought he had other thoughts about Murong Ling did he speak again.

"I called you here today, I think you should know why."

Murong Ling touched his earlobe and said, "Of course."

Liao Chen's gaze followed his movements, the abrupt accessory was extremely eye-catching even under such a dim light.

"When did you start carrying these things?"

Murong Ling was still groping for his swollen ears, and said with a smile, "Just now, did it look good?"

On the other side of the monitor, Meng Yanzhao almost crushed the mic in front of him, but he couldn't make a sound at this time. The black face like the bottom of a pot scared everyone present to try to reduce their sense of existence.

Liao Chen stared at the earrings for a while, then smiled lightly, ignoring the little girl's things.

I don't know if he really didn't find this thing tricky, or he just didn't care.

Since Murong Ling went upstairs, he didn't see any living things until he entered the door. Even after entering the door, Liao Chen didn't search him.

The previous man still stood back to his original position like a sculpture, but his eyes no longer stared at the tattered door, but turned to the wall not far in front of him.

Murong Ling unceremoniously picked up the kettle and filled himself with hot tea.

In such a sweltering, tight-fitting room, filling the fire with a hot cup of tea is just another addition.

But Murong Ling's forehead was still clean, without any trace of sweat.

Liao Chen put his arms on his legs, doing it properly.

"How long has it been since we sat like this and had a good chat?"

Not knowing how delicious the strangely colored tea Liao Chen was brewing, Murong Ling held the teacup and drank half a cup before saying, "Not long ago, less than two years."

"Less than two years." Liao Chen repeated Murong Ling's words as if sighing, and then smiled and said, "I actually feel like five or six years."

Murong Ling: "You are too busy, and you divide your time into several parts every day. It is difficult to practice sex skills. Unlike me, you have been very free recently."

Liao Chen: "It's leisure and leisure where you are."

Murong Ling shook the teacup, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and didn't speak any more.

Meng Yuzhao, who was a few kilometers away, finally let go of the tortured microphone, put his hands on his chin, and stared at the table with a gloomy expression.

Until now, half an hour later, what came from the headset was just the tepid homework of the two, without any intention of getting straight to the point.

236.5

Everyone present didn't show any signs of impatience, and still listened carefully to the voice coming from the headset.

Qian Shucheng was extremely focused from the beginning to the end, with his hands on the headset, trying not to let go of the slightest sound, although there was no abnormal sound in the whole room except for some mechanical sounds.

In the earphones, the familiar voice was chatting in an unfamiliar tone with a guy who had never met before but knew that it was the beginning of everything.

"I didn't expect you to sit and wait in this kind of place. The Murong family has been a dog for you for so many years. Why don't you want to kill the dog and leave?"

In this way, Murong Ling scolded himself and satirized the person opposite him in a gentle voice.

And the person on the other side obviously wouldn't feel any embarrassment because of such words, and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "How do you talk."

Murong Ling laughed softly, and said in a brisk tone: "You killed all the dogs and only one is left. What can't you say?"

Liao Chen frowned first, then smiled as if he didn't care, "Murong Yu would be so mad if he knew what you said."

Murong Ling: "He's already dead, how else can he die?"

Murong Ling still smiled softly, and didn't feel that it was inappropriate for him to say that about his elders.

Liao Chen stared at Murong Ling for a long time, and then said without a word: "How do you know?"

Murong Ling casually added another cup of tea for himself, took a sip and said, "What does the 'tomb' do? What are you doing with me?"

Liao Chen's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

Perhaps Murong Ling really liked this tea, and he never put down the cup from the beginning to the end.

"Is it because you didn't realize until I was lying in the ICU that you couldn't control the 'tomb' that you thought was already in your pocket?"

Liao Chen's expression was still so approachable, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking just from his face.

Murong Ling didn't expect Liao Chen to speak, and continued on his own: "Do you regret it now? Do you think that even half a 'tomb' is better than what it is now?"

"Back then you were able to burn down the entire Murong family's house, why is it that the older you are, the less courageous you are now?"

It was only now that Liao Chen restrained the smile on his face, and put on the face of a superior, with a slightly sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth and said: "The dog is disobedient, what are you doing here, waiting to kill the master?"