man in suit

It was still raining.

The sky is gloomy and covered with leaden gray clouds, and the heavy layers seem to be about to open their mouths and swallow the entire twelve districts.

Sitting in the bulletproof car, Mingchen looked through the window at this place he hadn’t been to for a long time, low and dilapidated bungalows, and beside the burning trash can under the eaves, people in filthy clothes gathered together to keep warm, Occasionally, his eyes shine because of a passing car. There are greed and cunning in those eyes, as well as cruelty and stupidity.

Like a pack of hyenas, only the murderous instinct to survive is left in their bones.

The people in District [-], from the day they were born, understood the difficulty of living better than anyone else, and cherished their own lives more. If they hadn't reached the point of despair, they would never end their lives easily.

"Mingchen" committed suicide out of despair, what about Tyrell?The former king of agents didn't want to let himself die in the hands of others, and he didn't want his life to be taken away by a serious illness. It was a good choice to die in his own hands.

"I've always been curious, how did you lure O'Sullivan out in the cafe in the seventh district." In the quiet carriage, Zheng Bo suddenly asked.

"Probably just a coincidence." Ming Chen looked at the young sheriff and smiled.

Yes, it was just a coincidence, and it was indeed a coincidence in the eyes of He Wenhan and the others. Mingchen had never been in contact with O'Sullivan, so how could he know in advance that O'Sullivan was actually in the cafe himself, so he could only do this explain.

He Hongxue glanced at Ming Chen beside him, and the man who rarely joined the conversation in the past said softly: "It is indeed something you can do to analyze O'Sullivan's emotions from the piano music."

"I didn't expect Mingchen from our family to be so emotionally delicate." He Wenhan followed up with a grin, and the young man said while arranging the weapon in front of him, "A man like O'Sullivan would like to be lonely with delicate emotions." The piano piece, you said whether he was hurt by some woman before, and he still can't forget it now."

"Maybe." Mingchen smiled faintly. He looked at the weapons placed in front of He Wenhan, tilted his head and tentatively asked cautiously, "Can you give me a gun for self-defense?"

"Missing a gun will hurt you, baby, I will protect you, what are you afraid of?" He Wenhan fiddled with the weapon in front of him, he picked up a small pistol and shook it in front of Ming Chen, blinking his eyes , "But if you beg me, I can consider giving you a gun."

Ming Chen pretended not to hear.

Is this the first time He Wenhan has suffered from Mingchen?Seeing that Mingchen ignored him, the man leaned closer again, and changed his voice slightly softer: "It's really not cute at all, how about it, just give me a kiss, and I'll give you the weapon."

"You will protect me whether you have a weapon or not. You said it yourself, so it doesn't matter if you want a weapon or not." Ming Chen looked calmly at He Wenhan with a smile, his lips pursed into a nice arc, The two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth made this man look like a piece of fudge.

"You guy..."

Leaning forward, he kissed Ming Chen's beautifully shaped mouth hard, and He Wenhan licked his lips proudly: "Then I can kiss you instead."

Ming Chen covered his lips and gave He Wenhan a smug look, while Zheng Bo turned his head and looked out the window with a slightly stiff expression.The destination is getting closer and closer, he said coldly: "It's here, stop making trouble."

Zheng Bo and He Hongxue got out of the car first, and He Wenhan smiled and pointed to the weapons in front of him: "Choose two to play with."

Ming Chen was also polite, and quickly took a gun and a dagger and put them on his body. Anyway, besides the weapons He Wenhan gave him, he also had preparations himself.

As soon as the car door was opened, there was a smell of rain-soaked soil, and the air was mixed with the smell of some kind of animal excrement. Everyone was frowning and covering their noses when they were ready to wait. The ruins covered with weeds, from District [-] to District [-], seemed like human society had regressed for tens of thousands of years.

The ruins of the orphanage far away from the urban area are deserted, overgrown with weeds, and the air is filled with a damp and decaying smell. The remaining big trees still have distorted figures left by the fire, and the scorched branches of the fire are deformed and linger on.

The forest in the distance seems to be painted with thick ink, and it looks like the entrance to hell in the mist of the rain. It is gloomy and gloomy, making people breathless.

"This ghostly place can be used to directly shoot horror movies." He Wenhan, who carried an umbrella by himself and stepped on black rivet boots, gave a wink to the bodyguards with business card bags and dispersed them one after another, forming a circular defensive net to surround them up.

"I heard that a big fire burned down the orphanage, and many people were burned to death inside. Tsk tsk, maybe what we are stepping on is a charred bone."

Originally, this place was already eerie enough, but He Wenhan added a lot of embellishment. At this time, He Wenhan would never forget to deliberately tease Mingchen. He glanced at Mingchen who was standing with He Hongxue, and lowered his voice. He said gloomyly: "Are you afraid that a child will appear from behind and lie on your back later?"

"Did you forget that I was also the one who almost died once?" Mingchen replied calmly, took an umbrella by himself and walked into the weedy ruins first.

The boots creaked and creaked on the gravel, and the rain mixed with the black soil was reminiscent of pools of dark blood.

It has been more than ten or twenty years since the orphanage was burned down. It seems like a dream to find some clues in the ruins, but since He Hongxue and the others came here, Mingchen will naturally give them something to gain.

After passing through a piece of ruins, there is a specially fenced land, with low mounds lined up one after another. Although the mounds are covered with lush weeds, it can be seen from the broken wood in front of the mounds. They are all cemeteries.

Zheng Bo frowned, and said uncomfortablely: "This place looks like a hell."

Mingchen agrees on this point, whether it is the current ruins or the former orphanage, this place is indeed a hell, and he is probably the one who crawled out of hell. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath, the rain and The smell of soil, when he was very young, when this place was still a garden, he stood here, facing the distance, took a deep breath, and told himself that there would always be a way for him to leave the orphanage, leave the [-]th district, go to Far, far away.

Although several people dispersed, neither He Hongxue nor He Wenhan was too far away from Mingchen. Although this place looked deserted, it was the twelfth district after all.

A man holding a black umbrella stood alone in the rain, behind him were low tombs and distant mountains and forests that were blurred by the rain like splashed ink in the distance. Ming Chen stood there, like a painting, like a man about to The people who melt into this painting seem to disappear suddenly in the blink of an eye.

When He Hongxue reacted, he had already stood beside Ming Chen and grabbed the man's wrist.

"What's wrong?" Ming Chen looked at He Hongxue in confusion.

Not far away, He Wenhan's shout interrupted the weird eye contact between the two, and he let go of the man's hand. He Hongxue looked at Mingchen lightly: "Don't run around."

Seeing He Hongxue who turned around and strode towards He Wenhan, Mingchen raised his eyebrows and said softly, "I didn't run around, so what are you worried about?"

He Wenhan caught someone.

He looks about 56 years old on the outside, with gray and thin hair, dry and dull, a pair of cloudy eyes on a wrinkled face, full of fear and timidity, wearing a tattered raincoat and squatting on the ground with his head in his arms.

"Is it the gravekeeper? Hey, what's your name?" Disgusting that the other party was dirty and smelly, He Wenhan walked away, his brows frowned into the mountains in the distance.

The old man clasped his hands together and kept begging He Wenhan for mercy, whimpering.

Zheng Bo went forward to check for a while, then turned around and said to everyone, "He is a dumb man, his tongue was cut off, the wound is very neat, and the person who did it is a good knife."

Letting go of the old man, Zheng Bo said, "We won't kill you, so we'll just ask you a few questions. If you answer yes, you nod your head, and if you don't, you shake your head. Do you understand?"

The old man shrank his head like a mouse drenched in the rain, and looked at He Hongxue and the others in horror, neither nodding nor shaking their heads, and begging for mercy just like before.

"Could you still be deaf?" He Wenhan frowned, took out a gun from his waist and pointed it at the old man's head, "I'll shoot you if you nod, and I'll let you go if you shake your head."

The old man was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed. He Wenhan rolled his eyes and put down the gun: "He is really a deaf and dumb trash."

"Someone is coming." He Hongxue looked into the distance and said.

A man in a raincoat ran towards them, waving his hands and shouting the instructions loudly. It was roughly four words: "Don't kill him."