Mountains and seas have a home

The ointment was spread evenly on the wound on his tongue, and the cool mint smell made him feel a little better.Fu Zhong held the medicine in his mouth and didn't dare to speak. When he just put the cotton swab back, he heard the phone vibrate twice. He took it out and took a look at the message. It was Ji Yao who sent him.

Fu Zhong was taken aback, his hand was pressing on the doorknob, but he retracted it after seeing the news.He asked Ji Yao what was going on, but when he thought that his mobile phone might also be monitored, he immediately deleted the words in the input box.Fu Zhong straightened his hair in front of the mirror, then pretended to be nonchalant, opened the door and walked out, entered his bedroom as Ji Yao said, and then gently locked the door.

The bedroom was still filled with the aroma of oakmoss from last night. Fu Zhong liked this smell, so he sniffed it for a while longer.After lighting up the lights in the room, he went to sit down in the chair next to the desk and looked at the things on the desk. Most of them were documents and books that Ji Yao often wanted to read.Fu Zhong didn't dare to flip through the documents at will. After seeing the "Slavic Mythology", he opened it lightly, for fear of crumpling the pages.

Ji Yao left traces of reading on many passages, Fu Zhong checked the bookmarks, and Ji Yao had almost finished reading.Fu Zhong casually turned to the page of "Bolevit", which is the god of the mountain forest with goat horns. Fu Zhong was attracted by the illustrations, and then looked at it silently.

Outside, Ji Yao left the window, bit the cigarette that gave off the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and walked to the table where the shotgun was placed.Fu Zhong wiped the shiny black body of the gun extraordinarily clean with a silk cloth, holding this gun as if he was a real hunter.Ji Yao took a final puff of smoke, then took out the unburned smoke, extinguished it and threw it into the recovery channel.He picked up the gun and adjusted the bolt, turned around and leaned against the wall, then raised the barrel and pointed it at the camera outside.

The clerk in front of the computer raised his head and stared at the surveillance video on the screen.He listened to the earphone for a while, and after a while, the system sent a prompt: the monitoring system has been blocked.The clerk zoomed in on the video, and he saw that Ji Yao was pointing the gun at the camera, and the black muzzle could shoot bullets at any time to smash the camera into pieces.The clerk reflexively covered his forehead, as if the bullet would go out of the computer and into his head.He hurriedly took off the headset and dialed a number on the landline.

"The monitoring system has been blocked, and the blocking mechanism has not yet been identified. The target person has discovered the camera. Do you want to stop tracking?" The staff member said into the microphone. He is now sitting in the special operations team office of the Internal Investigation Section of the Time Bureau.

Li Chongyan pressed the earphones and turned around the corridor to the fast lane leading to the meeting room. After checking the content displayed on the tablet, he replied: "Keep the original video, clear the 'Molos' data residue, and stop tracking. Gather all agents to linearly track the target object."

"Got it, sir." The clerk pushed the chair and slid to the other side, allowing the computer team to start erasing the residual data in Moros.

The secretary opened the door of the meeting room for Li Chongyan. After returning the tablet, Li Chongyan tidied up his sleeves and neckline before stepping on his leather shoes and walking into the hall.The deputy director of the executive department came to shake hands with him. The deputy director's figure was the same as that of Li Chongyan.The deputy minister has a lot of great beasts about him, and his eye sockets are often red, thanks to the alcohol concentration in his system.But even when he was sober, there was often a wildness in his eyes.

The deputy minister keeps secrets about many things about him. He is like a ghost in the time bureau, even more mysterious than Li Chongyan.Few people can become his close friends, and people know even less about his life experience.When he stretched out his hand to hold Li Chongyan tightly, a chopstick-long scar on the back of his hand was exposed to the light.The scar was whitish and sunken, splitting his palm in two, and even though it was just a scar, it was still very fierce.

Fu Yangxia then took the car of the Military Commission to the time bureau. When he entered the conference hall, Li Chongyan came up to meet him.The two talked eagerly for a while, and Li Chongyan said to him: "Fu Zhong is very close to him."

"That's their own business." Fu Yangxia said with a smile, and walked sideways to the conference table, "I think smart people should make correct judgments."

Ji Yao stood silently for a while holding the muzzle of the gun, his finger on the trigger, as if aiming at a deer.Ji Yao used to be a sniper, he stayed motionless in the jungle for 48 hours, and finally killed his opponent.When he picked up the gun, that wonderful feeling returned to his body, making him feel that he was still surrounded by forest mang.

The camera turned away after a while, and Ji Yao calmly released his finger from the trigger.He puts down the gun, and the virtual window closes in an instant, transforming back into a champagne-colored wallpapered wall.Ji Yao turned her back and put the gun back on the table, opened the collar of the cashmere coat, took off the clothes and put them on the back of the chair.He reached in and touched his necklace, and the blinking red light on the pendant had gone out.

He went into the bathroom first, turned on the tap and rinsed his hands with water.Amidst the sound of rushing water, he secretly wondered who was spying on him just now, who controlled the camera outside his house, and why the other party had to do this.After thinking for a while, he turned off the water, checked whether Fu Zhong had put the ointment and cotton swab back in the correct place, and then went out and opened the door of the bedroom.

Fu Zhong heard the sound from outside. He leaned against the door with his gun in his hand. After loading the bullets and silencer, he turned around and raised the gun to point it outside as soon as the door opened.He aimed at Ji Yao who hadn't entered the door yet, and Ji Yao also aimed his Beretta at his heart.

"You want to fight me at gunpoint so soon?" Ji Yao looked at him and said.

Fu Zhong hurriedly retracted the gun, and raised his hand to show that he did not resist: "Of course not, sir, I'm just afraid that the people outside are not you."

Ji Yao took a step forward and put the muzzle of the gun on Fu Zhongxin's mouth, raised his wrist and nodded, and asked, "Who else could it be if it wasn't me?"

"You said there were bugs in the room, and there was a little tail watching us, so I was afraid that the spies would come and arrest me and put me in the interrogation room."

"What are you afraid of?" Ji Yao put the butt of his gun on Fu Zhong's shoulder, and told him to take a step sideways, "Aren't I still guarding outside? Even if the agents come, you have to pass my test, right?" ?”

"You're right, sir."

Ji Yao entered the bedroom, threw Beretta on the bed, saw "Slavic Mythology" spread out on the table, and he knew what Fu Zhong was doing in the room.Ji Yao didn't speak, he opened the wardrobe and took out the equipment bag, unzipped the chain and began to count the things inside.Fu Zhong unloaded the magazine and silencer, hid the gun back, and asked, "What happened just now?"

There were several disc bombs in the bag, and Ji Yao took them out one by one to check the number, and said: "The camera outside the house was tampered with and turned to face my house, ready to spy on me. I immediately With the bugs blocked, they shouldn't have heard anything."

"Who is it that wants to treat you like this?" Fu Zhong moved the things on the table to make room for Ji Yao to place all kinds of tools.

After being silent for a while, Ji Yao replied: "I don't know, the person who can access Molos' surveillance system at will and target me must be very capable. Maybe it's from the internal investigation department? They always like to do this kind of stalking. , Their eyes are all over the world, even if they run to the moon, they will never escape their eyes!"

Fu Zhong smiled without making a sound, and lowered his head to help Ji Yao clean up the things in the bag.After assembling all the guns and ammunition, Ji Yao looked at the time, leaned on the edge of the table and took a sip of water, and said, "We will depart by helicopter in two hours. Now you can go back to your own place and put your clothes on Alright, wait for me on the stop platform when the time comes."

"My clothes are in my backpack." Fu Zhong pointed to the outside, "I always wear them. I only need a bulletproof vest."

Ji Yao folded his arms, stretched his legs to look at him, and silently swallowed a few mouthfuls of water.He knew what Fu Zhong meant, and Fu Zhong just stayed here and didn't leave.But this is also very good, if he goes out, he may be followed by someone, it is safer to stay with himself.This kind-hearted bad guy makes people worry about him all the time, for fear that he will be hooked, robbed, or tripped up.

"You're smart!" Ji Yao stood up and blamed him, but he didn't have the slightest intention to drive him away, "I'll give you the bulletproof vest later. If you don't want to leave, I won't drive you away, but you must do it." Don't put your nose on your face and think that I am adding to your favor. Don't think about me all day with your smart head and crooked intestines!"

He let Fu Zhong go outside, while he stayed in the bedroom.Fu Zhong laughed and cheered himself up.Fu Zhong felt that it was best to keep a little distance at this time. If Ji Yao got closer to him, Fu Zhong couldn't help but want to hug him and turn around.

It started to rain again outside the window, He Luan got up to close the window, but saw a lot of rain on the balcony floor, which had soaked the recliner and the blanket on the chair.Chen Wei turned off the computer and the holographic projection, wrapped the weird box in flannel, and tied a rubber band around the outside to fix it.He walked out of the room and saw He Luan drying blankets on the balcony, and went over to give him a hand.

"It's raining again." He Luan patted off the rainwater from his hands, and put the clothes drying pole in the corner, "It's wet and cold, it's very freezing. Weiwei, is the injury on your knee still hurting? If it falls Once you get to the root of the disease, it will hurt you unbearably in winter."

Chen Wei lifted up his trousers and took a look. There was still a cloth strip tied around his knee, and the medicine was applied on it, and the external wound had scabbed over.He Luan squatted down to check it carefully, and gently massaged his legs with his hands. Chen Wei felt extremely comfortable both physically and mentally.

The cool wind came in through the window and fluttered around the wound. The sudden cold made Chen Wei shiver, and a thin pain seemed to be digging into the bone.He Luan noticed his strangeness, got up quickly and closed the window, then sat on the sofa, picked up Chen Wei's leg and put it on his own lap, and lowered his head to blow for him.Chen Wei let him fiddle with his bare leg, but his fingers tightly gripped the sofa cushion, staring nervously at He Luan's movements, and then he covered his eyes.

"Why are you covering your face?" He Luan laughed at him, "Afraid that I might plot something wrong with you?"

Chen Wei separated his fingers, looked at He Luan with his eyes between the fingers and said, "I thought you were going to bite my wound, because you were afraid of pain."

He Luan laughed at him again: "I'm not a leech, why bite your wound? I'm just giving you a blow to blow away the pain."

Chen Wei became embarrassed by what he said, pouted his mouth, put his hands down, and retracted his legs while supporting the sofa cushions: "How can the pain be blown away with just one blow? This kind of trick is still trying to fool me. When I Three-year-old?"

As he spoke, he pulled down his trouser legs to hide his skin.He Luan bent his eyes to look at him with a smile, then covered his mouth and coughed.Chen Wei knew that he hadn't recovered from his cold, and now it was the autumn rainy season, so he had to be more careful.Chen Wei said he wanted to make ginger soup for He Luan, so he stood up and went to the kitchen, where he skillfully boiled water, sliced ​​ginger, and poured brown sugar.He took out the honey jar, scooped a spoonful of honey, and saw the lid of the pot jumped by the steam, and quickly reached out to uncover it.The honey on the spoon accidentally flowed down and dripped on the clothes and pants.

The sticky bee sugar stuck to a large area, and Chen Wei hurriedly put the spoon back, and the thin sugar strands were all over the stove.He ignored his clothes, turned off the fire first, poured the ginger soup from the pot into a porcelain bowl, and then wiped off the sugar on the table with a wet handkerchief.

He Luan was browsing the data page facing the computer, when he saw Chen Wei walking over with a porcelain bowl, and asked him what happened, Chen Wei showed him the place that was stained with honey.

"I just said that it's so fragrant," He Luan joked, reaching out to pat his thigh on purpose, "It turns out that you are blooming."

Chen Wei was already in embarrassment, but now he was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it. He covered his lower body and kept hiding, his heart hurting: "I have to change my clothes and trousers, God, I have no clothes to wear!"

Seeing that Chen Wei looked like he was about to cry, He Luan stopped teasing him, put down the soup bowl, went to open the closet, found a few pieces of clothes he was wearing and piled them on the bed: "Look at which one you can wear, and put it on first. Just go. Take off your trousers and lie down on the bed, I'll wash it for you."

"No, you're still sick, I'll wash it myself." Chen Wei said, he tried on two pairs of pants and they didn't fit, so He Luan had to help him tie a belt around his waist, and rolled up a few piles of trousers.

Chen Wei carried the dirty clothes he had changed to the laundry table. He Luan's sweater was too big for him, so Chen Wei rolled up his sleeves to keep it from getting wet.He soaked the clothes in water, rubbed some soap on the honey stains and began to scrub.The raindrops on the windows were slanted by the wind, the bare plane trees stood outside the courtyard gate, and a small BYD drove past the narrow road, its red taillights staring menacingly at the dark alleyway.

He Luan packed up the old military uniform left by his father in the house. The military uniform was clean and tidy, as if it was brand new, without a trace of wrinkle.He looked at the khaki camouflage above him against the light, and then checked the epaulettes, the stars and bars on which his father had been a colonel.He Luan stared at the epaulettes and armbands for a while, then turned over and checked all the pockets to see if there were any hidden things hidden inside.

The pockets were all empty, He Luan checked the neckline and cuffs carefully again, spies like to hide things in these places.The cuffs are a little frayed, with raw edges turned up, but there's nothing worth scrutinizing.There was nothing special about this uniform.He Luan pondered silently for a while, then unfolded the clothes and folded them, and touched the inner lining with his hands.When he touched the hem of the clothes, he felt a square protrusion there, and it was harder than other places.

He Luan frowned. He found the strange place, turned on the flashlight to illuminate the area, and traced the outline of the foreign object with his fingers.He squinted his eyes under the strong light of the flashlight, and when he turned his head sideways, he found thin silver threads wrapped around the brown lining, as if something had been sewn inside.He Luan found tweezers and picked up the silver thread to test it. It was very hard, not like ordinary silk thread.

When he was wondering, Chen Wei came in after washing his clothes. He Luan's underwear was a bit too big for him, hanging loosely on his shoulders.Chen Wei pushed up his sleeves, and before he could speak, He Luan pulled him over, and he heard him say, "Touch here, is there something?"

Chen Wei stretched out his fingers to touch the place, nodded: "There is something sewn inside, thin. Is it a patch?"

"Impossible, the clothes are intact, where did you get the patch." He Luan shook his head and turned off the flashlight, "Do you want to cut it open to see? Would it be bad?"

"Curiosity killed the cat." Chen Wei said suddenly.

Two hours later, Ji Yao took her bag and walked out of the bedroom, and saw that Fu Zhong had changed and was sitting at the table drawing.Ji Yao threw him a pill and told him to take it, and asked, "What are you doing outside?"

"Painting." Fu Zhong swallowed the sleeping pill with warm water.

Ji Yao put on gloves for himself, and tilted his head to see what Fu Zhong was painting, but Fu Zhong had already covered the album before him.After putting on the gloves, Ji Yao patted Fu Zhong on the head, and said, "Why don't you show me? You bad boy, you're not painting me, are you?"

Fu Zhong was hit by what he said, and he blinked guiltily.Looking at his expression, Ji Yao knew that he had guessed right, and Fu Zhong's thoughts were too easy to guess.Ji Yao stared at the album cover for a while, although he really wanted to see how Fu Zhong drew himself, but he still didn't do it in the end.Ji Yao took the pills, and patted Fu Zhong on the back as if commanding someone to fight: "Okay, the hunter team is about to set off, move, soldier! Hurry up!"

Wei Shanhua went to buy some tea and candies to take with him, and then took the fast transfer elevator up to the airport. The helicopter had been waiting in the berth for a long time.Wei Shanhua entered the cockpit, looked at the time and started the plane, and then he saw Ji Yao coming out of the elevator, with Fu Zhong following him.Wei Shanhua looked at the two people and smiled, then adjusted the various systems of the aircraft, and then pushed the slider to the front to lock it.

Ji Yao boarded the cabin, and Fu Zhong sat on the other side.Wei Shanhua gestured to the ground commanders, and the takeoff commander raised his hands above his head, waving his arms and drawing a circle, indicating that they could take off.Wei Shanhua shouted, but this sound made Fu Zhong feel like he was in a plane flying to the front line.The dome on the top opened, and the helicopter lifted itself up, circled once and then rose high into the sky, flying into the gray and fine snow.

Fu Zhong spread out his hands, with two pieces of candy in his palm.Ji Yao took one without saying a word, peeled off the candy wrapper and put the candy in his mouth, waiting for it to melt slowly.The sweet smell makes the cabin seem to be full of sweetness.Ji Yao leaned against the door of the plane, looked down at the Siberian plain below, the whole land was a leaf, and the mountains and rivers were like the veins of the leaf.The velvety poplar forest covers the round hills, the iron-like pine trees tower into the sky, and the narrow and long Lake Baikal hides in the valley and shimmers.

"Where are we going?" Fu Zhong asked, watching the snow falling in the sky, while the helicopter warned Feixue not to block its way with a cautious, trembling rumble.

"Chita." Ji Yao replied, "There is a hunting ground there, I went there when I was a teenager. Isn't it, Shanhua?"

Wei Shanhua nodded in agreement with Ji Yao's statement. They chatted for a while, and Ji Yao was more often looking at the snowflakes swaying around, while thinking about something that blended with this snowy night. A vague past.