How did Xiao Ming die?

I have to admit that An Yile's white porridge is pretty good, and he also prepared a plate of assorted pickles and fruit plate for me.

After a meal of hot porridge, I lay flat with strawberries in my mouth.

Moisturize!

An Yile took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash the dishes, but was afraid of disturbing me, so she ran back and closed the door.

Oh my god, do you believe this guy wants to kill me?

And his materials are so brazenly thrown on the bedside, aren't you afraid that I will see it? !

I grabbed a file and it was about my resume.

A little boring, I threw away the one in my hand and pulled out another one.

This one is about Toki.

I turned over and found out about Toki from this messy pile of files.

After a rough scan, just as An Yile said, this kid really does all sorts of evil.

And he was confused, feeling that he would interfere in everything, but he couldn't leave any footprints.

Two simple sheets of paper, circled and drawn, record his 18 years of life like an outline.

Four years old, Denmark.Seven years old, Belgium.Eight years old, Egypt. 11 years old, Israel. 13 years old, Thailand. 14 years old, Japan. 16 years old, Italy. ,China.

Some of the events he may have participated in were recorded on the blueprint, but unfortunately there was nothing more except the approximate location.More words like "probably, approximately, should, estimate".

There wasn't even a clue person who could be called his confidant.As for his whereabouts afterwards, the clues he left behind, and the organization behind him are even more unknown.

I even began to suspect that this person did not exist at all.It's just that some people deliberately revealed some information about this person's participation in the incident, so that people can focus their fear on this illusory character.

But I knew he existed, at least the news that he was in Egypt when he was eight reassured me.

I don't know if this is blood logic, we are twins, and I secretly think it's him.

Eyes sore, I fell heavily on the pillow.

I helped An Yile sort out the messy documents, and happened to see the back of my resume.

There are a few words written in pencil on it - 703, Czech Republic.

Oh.

I put the paper down and started putting on my coat.

He opened the door, his hand froze on the handle.

Because I heard An Yile talking on the phone outside.

He speaks English, but I can understand it.

He said, "I know Toki appeared in the Czech Republic three years ago, but how do you know he was involved in the 703 incident?"

The other person didn't know what was said, An Yile continued impatiently, "DJ? You mean Toki stayed in DJ's mercenary group? Please kill me and I won't ask DJ in person, I'm afraid I can't help it I want to kill him."

I pushed the door open and walked out, and I said, "Toki is absolutely not involved in the 703 incident."

An Yile looked back and saw me, frowned and said to the phone, "callUbacklater"

Then he put the phone down and asked me, "Why so sure?"

My expression was terrible, I felt short of breath, my chest was heavy, and my eyes couldn't focus.

He seemed to remember something suddenly, flipped through the emails on his phone, and then looked up at me in shock.

My eyesight must have been dead, because for a split second I realized I couldn't see anything.I felt that my eyes were dark, the soles of my feet were floating, my brain was stiff, and I couldn't feel any emotions.

The next second, the cold wind pierced through my body, and I should have opened the door.

An Yile called me from behind, "What are you doing? You're still sick at this late hour!"

"Go out for a walk."

Ignoring An Yile's obstruction, I gently closed the door.

My footsteps were so light that even the voice-activated lights in the corridor didn't turn on.

Touching the handrail, I slowly walked out of the building.

The weather is getting colder at night tonight, and there is no one downstairs in the community except me.

I walked along the gravel path on the lawn, squatted down when I was tired, and then vomited.

I squatted with my head down and fumbled in my pocket for a while, but I couldn't find a tissue, but I found my phone.

After pressing those familiar keys, it was my phone that was dialed.

My ears were very quiet at that time. I don't know if I couldn't hear it, or the surrounding area was very quiet.

On the other end of the phone, I don't know if it is a busy signal or the sentence "Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off"?

I couldn't hear it and gave up thinking.I just feel very aggrieved and want to find someone to talk to.

I told him, it's me, I'm so tired.

I said, my brother, let me tell you, I have a younger brother, really.

I said, Zhenzhen, I always thought he was dead, but later I found out that he was not.He was designed just after he was born. I don't know who adopted him, who made him grow up in the darkest corner of the world, and who instructed him to participate in the crimes that devour humanity.I met him when I was eight years old, and he was so indifferent that he was not like a child of the same age.

I said, Lao Tong, have you heard of the 703 incident?The vicious terrorist incident happened in Prague, Czech Republic three years ago. Someone bought mercenaries to surround the leader of a certain organization, but the tourists present were implicated.The fire from both sides alarmed the police, and these criminals took hundreds of tourists as hostages.In the end, the mercenary group escaped smoothly, and two corpses were found in the corner of the alley.One is the second in command of the organization, and the other is an ordinary tourist.So what brother, the tourist is Chinese, it is my father, do you know?It's my dad. Toki, no, Shiliang may have been involved in this incident.He doesn't know anything, he must not know, he is my brother, that is also his father.

My tone is surprisingly calm, I don't know if it's because I'm really calm or because I'm too tired.

I just kept squatting in front of the lawn, holding up my mobile phone. There was no sound at all on the phone, but it was a bit hot to my ears.

"Tongtong..." I sighed softly, "Come back."

In this way, I squatted for a long time, so long that I couldn't stand up.

I put my phone in my pocket, and at this moment, I felt someone standing behind me.

He leaned over and snorted on the back of my neck.

He said, "Hey, Toki~"

I didn't move, I had no strength.

He suddenly reached out from behind me and grabbed my neck, and I was picked up by him.

I couldn't stand on my legs, and my back hit his chest.

The man was tall, with strong fingers digging into my neck and I was almost suffocated.

He lowered his head and whispered into my ear, "GuesswhoIam~"

I was very weak, and I hung my hands weakly, letting him pinch, "DJ."

"Bingo~How about Ugoing?"

My nerve center is on strike, there will be no fear and no thinking.

I don't want to bother to change the status quo, and I don't even bother to say in English, "Let go, I want to go back to sleep."

I'm too lazy to care whether he can understand Chinese or not.

Standing up suddenly before made me hypoglycemic, so I simply closed my eyes and leaned against him.

As for what he said afterwards, I couldn't hear clearly.

Tired, I thought.

Just like that, I passed out in his hands.

When I woke up again, there were dazzling clouds in front of my eyes.

Yes, I am on a plane, the plane is above the clouds, and the clouds reflect the clear sunlight.

This is a small plane with [-] passengers. The reason why I say this is because it is not a passenger plane.There are only twelve positions in the cabin, not on the sides.

Each seat can be adjusted into a single bed, and there is a small table next to it, with a fruit plate and red wine.

This is a private jet.

I couldn't think about it, because the moment I woke up, I suddenly remembered a very shameful thing.

Yes, last night I had a fever and became confused. Did you call my deskmate?

And also said a lot of hypocritical things?

God, I was emotionally unstable back then, what a dark history!

Grasp!Heart!scratch!liver!

I really want to pull my dick and kill myself.

However, the impression that the phone is not through.

that is!How can anyone answer the phone when everyone else is dead!With his pissing nature, the phone has probably been shut down a long time ago!No one can hear what I'm afraid of!The heroic image of our scholar Ming is still here!

Thinking of this, I felt a lot more comfortable. I casually took out the phone in my pocket and wanted to check the time.

As a result, I saw in the call log, the call last night... 22 minutes?

Get through?

Got through!

ah!Why did this dead man get through the phone?

So my tablemate heard what I said yesterday?

He answered the phone? !Hear me say so much? !And he didn't say a word! ?

I want to cut off Xiao Jiji and stick it on the forehead of my deskmate...

At this time, a person walked in from the front cabin, "Morning~"

I was too busy with shame to ignore him.

"Hi, what are Udoing?"

"I'm busy cutting chirping..."

"Need a knife?"

"Damn it!" I turned my head and glared at him, "You can fucking speak Chinese?!"

"I can't say it," the man said in Chinese, "but we have this."

As he spoke, he pointed to his earring, "This earring can control your brain and make you proficient in all languages ​​in the world."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned over, stretched out his hand to break my chin, and touched my earlobe.

He smiled and let me go, and I immediately felt a swelling in my right earlobe, which was not very painful.I reached out and touched it, and found that I had an extra earring!

"You...!" I was speechless.

So simple and rude!Just press it in for me? !No disinfection, no earring gun!

"Baby, I used to think that you would look good with earrings, but you never have your ears pierced." The man stared at my right ear playfully.

I rolled my eyes, and said in a bad tone, "So you don't even say hello and just punch holes in someone else's body?"

He whistled and said provocatively, "I've opened holes bigger than this before, so the scars don't hurt anymore?"

. ...I know, he should think of me as Toki.