Not in reincarnation

The room was quiet, dust was floating lazily, and the air was filled with a faint stench.

The man fumbled wildly on the bedside table, finally grabbed a pack of cigarettes, sat up and lit the cigarette with satisfaction.

The boy was like a beautiful doll, softly clinging to the man's arms, letting the man's thick hands wrap around his thin shoulders.

"..." There was a vague moan.

"What are you talking about?" The man smiled and took another drag on his cigarette.

The boy rolled his eyes at him angrily, raised his limp hand, and pointed to his mouth.

The man pretended to be puzzled, leaned over with malicious intentions, and said in a low voice, "What? The higher-ups also want to feed you?"

The boy's hands beat on the man's fleshy chest.

The man laughed loudly, got up and poured him a glass of warm water.

The young man drank water, cleared his throat, fell back on the bed, and cried out feebly: "You bastard... I'm hoarse."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." There was no sincerity at all, the man's eyes just lingered on the teenager's bare skin.

The young man hurriedly dragged the thin quilt to cover the mottled hickey marks on his body, and pretended to be angry: "Shameless! Sex monster, you want it again? It's been several times, endlessly. Let me tell you, I don't want to sleep with you Well, if it wasn't for... because..."

The man reached into the quilt and picked up the boy's words: "If it wasn't because I fucked you up, you wouldn't want to sleep with me... right?"

The boy trembled for a while, the fragility between his legs was firmly held, and he looked into the man's eyes that were also full of lust.

"Slut, I really want to die on you..."

The boy smiled and opened his body to meet him, but his eyes were trying to hide it.

If it wasn't for...to ruin your reputation and turn you into a stray mad dog, why would I sleep with you?

Chen Dingjie, the deputy mayor of City K, has accepted huge bribes many times, but there is no evidence to prove it.Recently, a bridge contracted by a company he assisted collapsed, killing dozens of people and injuring many others. The cause of the collapse is still in dispute.

Relevant departments stated that the designer's drawings were inappropriate and further determination was needed.

The design department stated that the bridge design was fine and it was the construction party's fault.

The construction party stated that the actual construction cost of the bridge exceeded the budget.

The relevant personnel shirked their responsibilities to each other, and Chen Dingjie stayed away from the center of the storm without being suspected.

The people are talking about it.

……

"Zheng Jiang—"

Like a reminder.

What time is it?Zheng Jiang struggled to open his eyes, then closed them again, and repeated several times to separate the eyelids that were almost stuck together.

The room was very dark, the curtains were black and did not let in light.Zheng Jiang couldn't sleep well with a little light, so he specially made curtains, because almost no one uses black curtains.

Mi Liu sat beside his bed with something, and patted his buttocks through the quilt: "Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up..."

Zheng Jiang struggled for a while but still couldn't get up, begging for mercy: "Let me go, serving that disgusting man is really tiring for me."

Mi Liu lifted the quilt to take a look, but it was too dark and she couldn't see clearly, so she put her face on Zheng Jiang's body to look.

"Oh, so many little strawberries~" She switched her idle tone to a serious one again, "Thank you for your hard work."

Then she made a puke motion.

"Be considerate of me anyway, I want to vomit too..." Zheng Jiang rubbed his forehead, "What's the matter with you, miss? You came in without knocking on the door... Eh, you're not going to work today?"

"Shang Mao Shang! Shang Mao Shang!" Mi Liu gritted her teeth and stuffed the things in Zheng Jiang's hands, "The letter is for you."

"Fuck...my name?" Zheng Jiang was a little shocked.

"It says 'Zheng Jiang'. Who sent it? This is it? No sender." Mi Liu muttered, got up and went to the door to turn on the light.

When the light came on, both Zheng Jiang and she were startled—Zhou Wenkang sat silently at the desk.

"Good morning," he said.

Good morning your mother.

"Do you want to watch the surveillance?" Zhou Wenkang turned around and tapped on the keyboard - he doesn't like to use a laptop because he likes the sound of the keyboard.

"Wait, is this letter the only problem?" Mi Liu stood up and opened Zheng Jiang's letter as a matter of course.

"I'm talking about Chen Dingjie..." Wen Kang paused, "Well, yours is more important."

Mi Liu proudly made a face, spread out the letter and read aloud: "Hold on..."

"Hit?" Zheng Jiang and Wen Kang said in unison.

"English..." Mi Liu said depressedly.

His brows were quickly knit together, Mi Liu looked at Zheng Jiang and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zheng Jiang thought of the bandaged man, who spoke English, so he told them.

"That is to say, Zhang Yi, the underground human trafficker...who knows about that?" Mi Liu asked.

"Well, and Zhang Yi thinks that the reason why I approach him is related to that 'genius trainer'." Zheng Jiang nodded.

Wenkang thought for a moment, opened the webpage and began to search: "You mean he wrote this letter, so who is he?...I'll look it up."

Zheng Jiang signaled Mi Liu to continue reading, and Mi Liu held up the paper and read aloud again.

"I heard your recent experience and felt worried. You did nothing but fell. He shows sorrow and wishes you could break away from endless and meaning less vengeance assoon as possible. Otherwise, we will come and have a talk with you. Windsor"

(I am concerned after hearing about your recent experience. You have done nothing but fall. He is very sad and hope you can get out of endless, meaningless revenge as soon as possible. Otherwise, we will chat with you in the future. Windsor)

There was a sudden silence, only the interlaced breathing of the three people was heard.

"...What do you mean by this?" Mi Liu's fingers trembled.

"The letter mentioned revenge, he knew we were taking revenge?" Wen Kang also turned his head, his expression was rare panic.

They are breaking the law. They know that what they do is breaking the law, and this kind of behavior should not exist in real life. They have no ability to bear such things as killing without paying for their lives, and they cannot escape from the crime.

Unlike them, Zheng Jiang's revenge took longer.They were very hesitant about revenge at first, but they couldn't clear up their grievances. People died in vain but the murderer was at large.

After the first revenge, Mi Liu had a nightmare for a week, while Wen Kang fell seriously ill.

The news reports of those days made all the pain worthwhile.

But they face the danger of their sins being revealed.

This panic comes from their almost wiped out conscience.

"How did he know? How did he know?" Mi Liu shouted at Zheng Jiang.

"How do I know!" Zheng Jiang thumped the bed angrily, "I only saw him once."

"Windsor...the letter also mentioned a 'he', who is it?" Wenkang asked.

"I don't know, don't ask me..." Zheng Jiang felt that his mind was all tangled up, and he couldn't figure it out.

"Will Windsor talk about it?..." Mi Liu held Zheng Jiang's hand, and Zheng Jiang noticed that her palm was cold, and obviously broke out in a cold sweat.

"What is he going to do?" Zheng Jiang said.

The only sounds in the room were panting trying to calm himself and Wenkang's hesitant typing.

"I found it." Wen Kang's voice tore through the quiet atmosphere, and he tapped the table with his index finger, "You are definitely interested in the information on Windsor, although it is a bit messy, and the accuracy rate cannot be guaranteed..."

"Read it, read it." Mi Liu interrupted him.

Wenkang gave a "hmm" and then read: "Windsor, male, born in October 1995...British nationality, mother is Japanese, runs a sushi restaurant; father is British, colonel in the army,... Accepted since childhood Military education. He was brought to Japan by his uncle at the age of 10, exposed to sexual culture, and expelled from the military...Using the content learned in the army to educate all kinds of sex slaves or people who will become sex slaves, the success rate is as high as 15%, and the finished product of training is very good for him Extremely infatuated and submissive..."

"Really amazing?" Mi Liu snorted.

"His mother died recently due to a gas explosion in the store. His father was also accidentally injured and died during an exercise," Wenkang said.

"...My intuition tells me that there must be something wrong." Mi Liu stood up.

"I think so too." Wenkang looked at her, "They all died by accident, and it's just a recent incident."

"You mean he murdered his parents?" Zheng Jiang asked, "For inheritance?"

"I don't think there will be a lot of inheritance, so it is unlikely." Wenkang said.

"Is there any information about the slaves he trained? I saw one last time, and he brought it with him." Zheng Jiang thought of the "slave" biting his mouth.

"What? Interested?" Mi Liu teased.

Zheng Jiang said solemnly: "I'm just a little curious."

"...There are very few here. Well...he has a work, but he didn't sell it. This...name is Leith, no photo, according to Windsor, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old now, I don't know if it is the one you mentioned "Wen Kang said uncertainly, "Now Windsor is a mafia in the UK - the chief executive of the Taussig (Taussig) family in this regard. But Taussig is now gradually declining due to various reasons, and Windsor is almost considered to be the same as Taussig Separated, he is busier as a training teacher, and many SM clubs invite him to help train sex slaves."

Mi Liu was silent for a while, then said: "Why do I feel that, according to what you said, when the people related to Windsor die, even the family is gone."

"Zhang Yi mentioned that Windsor is investigating his illegal provision of sex slaves." Zheng Jiang added.

"Windsor doesn't even want to do this job now? He wants to break with the SM world?... Can you use the word 'jie'?..." Mi Liu's voice was raised several times, "What is he going to do? Forced to a place that seems to be a dead end? Without a family, relatives, or job, what can he do?"

"I'll talk about it later." Wenkang pushed his glasses, "Windsor asked us to stop revenge, what should we do?"

There was a moment of silence.

Zheng Jiang said: "No, it's come to this point, I don't feel at ease if I don't finish it." Even my body was sacrificed, it's really disgusting to be hugged by that kind of person, and I have to pretend to be satisfied.Chen Dingjie likes people who are promiscuous on the bed, so he can bear such a bad taste.The information is almost collected, and it is really impossible for him to back down.

"Zheng Jiang, be careful." Mi Liu looked up at him, worried.

Zheng Jiang said calmly: "I won't die, what are you afraid of?" Wen Kang hesitated to speak, Mi Liu just smiled bitterly.

Zheng Jiang knew what they were going to say.How can people who know his real name and know that they are taking revenge not know the fact that he is not dead?Then, if you can escape for a day, it is a day.

Zheng Jiang walked out of the door of the villa, wrapped his light gray windbreaker tightly, walked a few steps, and looked back at the door of the villa.The lights in front of the door were on, and all the rooms in the villa where there were people were on.

He clenched his fists silently.No matter what, he has to protect his friend.

The flowers in the courtyard have just opened their leaves, and I don't know when they will bloom.Zheng Jiang looked at the plants for a while, seemed to think of something, didn't seem to think of anything, he was surprised by his behavior, scratched his head and left.

Zheng Jiang made several turns before he walked to a slightly bustling street, stopped a car, reported his address and went up.He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, but it took him a while to answer.Zheng Jiang squeezed his voice, afraid of being heard by the driver, so he whispered coquettishly: "Brother Jie, are you free tonight?"

Chen Dingjie was very noisy there: "Honey, I'm on business."

"I miss you."

After laughing for a while, Zheng Jiang heard someone yelling "Drink! Anyone who doesn't do it is a grandson!", and then there was a mess of clinking glasses.He frowned slightly, but waited patiently.

There was a collision sound from the receiver of the mobile phone, and Chen Dingjie's voice came again: "Where?"

Zheng Jiang asked: "Where are you?"

Chen Dingjie said: "S Hotel."

Zheng Jiang said: "You just open a room there to wake up the bar, don't run around and make trouble."

Chen Dingjie smiled: "It's so sweet, I will love you well later."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Jiang sighed and said to the driver, "Let's go to the S Hotel." The driver responded, and the taxi turned a corner and drove in another direction.

Traveling through the bustling city, colorful lights, commercial advertisements, and music are all in the speeding car, blown into the car by the wind, and fall into the eyes or ears.The bright lights seem to ignite the city, burning endlessly in the dark night, and no one knows when it will go out, or whether it will leave charred charcoal.The City of Sex dances and dances in the night day after day. Around the bonfire, the rich and wealthy people sing and dance in a formatted manner, tirelessly.

The light created by God at the beginning was to allow people to discern their direction in the dark, rather than to cause people to have shadows cast by the light in their hearts.It's no good for anyone if desire evaporates.This is still the case for people caught in the gap of time.The skin that will never wither, the thinking that will never stop, no scars left on the body surface, but the pain that is branded in the heart.

Zheng Jiang felt lonely.

He put his hand on the window glass, making a handprint.Handprints are like flowers in the mist, which cannot be seen clearly.He closed his eyes, never wanting to open them again, hoping that someone could kill him in this prosperous nightmare.

……

"Brother, we're here." The driver stopped the car and looked back at him.

Zheng Jiang sat up straight. His posture was not good just now, which caused him some back pain. "How much?"

"36." The driver glanced at his watch and reported a number.

Zheng Jiang gave the money, thanked him, and got off the car.He looked up at the towering buildings, and wrapped himself in a windbreaker again.

Their pain is stopped by him, who will bear his pain?

Zheng Jiang smiled comfortingly and entered the hall.When he found the counter, he asked directly: "Hi, I'm looking for a customer named Chen, can you tell me the room number?"

The counter lady looked at him with a formulaic smile: "Please register..."

"I am his nephew."

"Please register."

"I can't remember. I'm here to pick him up. Isn't he drunk?" Zheng Jiang said as soon as he acted.

"...I can't afford it." The counter lady looked embarrassed.

"Hit inside, make sure." Zheng Jiang said.

The counter lady thought about it and agreed.After making the phone call, she smiled again: "Just go to room 1406."

Zheng Jiang thanked him and hurried to take the elevator.Stepping on the brown-red carpet, I found 1406. Zheng Jiang was almost suffocated by the strong smell of alcohol when he opened the door.Chen Dingjie didn't know how much he drank, his shirt buttons were undone, and he was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

Zheng Jiang took a deep breath, hesitating for a while.

To find evidence, or to serve him honestly?