Of Mountains and Rivers

Nothing happened, just empty guns.

From the beginning to the end, Chu Huan didn't even blink his eyelids. He stood there straight, his eyes half-closed, indifferent like sleepwalking.

The guest sneered: "No response, bad review."

After hearing this, Chu Huan immediately tilted his head back to save face, moved his cervical spine back and forth, and announced in a sutra-like tone: "Ah, I'm dead."

The guest raised his hat brim, revealing a tough face belonging to a middle-aged man, his eyes wandered around Chu Huan, cut across his flesh and bones like a knife, and said seriously: "I know it's very late now Yes, but you shouldn't be so defenseless."

Chu Huan was noncommittal, but just smiled. The corners of his mouth were a little sharp, and when he smiled, he squinted his eyes, making him look a little bad. Coupled with a pair of rimless glasses, he looked like a legendary beast in clothes.

The well-dressed beast said slowly: "Old Wang, would you please lean back a little, look up at the bright moon, and say 'eggplant'?"

Old Wang was stunned for a moment, and then, as if he understood something, he took a half step back and sighed: "You..."

Chu Huan took out a small plastic beetle the size of a fingernail from the pocket of his pajamas, like a toy mobile phone chain hanging on a mobile phone. He opened the wings of the beetle and saw that it turned out to be a cipher inside, and each number key was only the size of a grain of rice. , Chu Huan, with the thickness of an adult man's fingers, was able to enter the [-]-digit password on this ridiculously small cipher with great dexterity.

There was a slight knock at the door, and Lao Wang's ears moved involuntarily. He found that on both sides of the door, at the position where he was standing just now, at the height of his throat, there was a very thin light flashing quickly. Pass.

It made his throat roll involuntarily - the thing could have sliced ​​his neck before he was conscious.

"Crack." Chu Huan squeezed his eyes at his sweaty guest, then turned around defenselessly, leaving a slender but somewhat haggard back to the uninvited guest in the middle of the night.

Lao Wang walked into the room, although his expression was very relaxed, but the muscles of his shoulders were tense. His gaze scanned the entire space involuntarily, and finally found a place with good geomantic omen, and sat down by himself without waiting—it was a A small single-person sofa placed alone in the corner, people sitting on it, with their faces pressed against the wall, just enough to see the outside of the window through the gap in the curtains.

Even if this is the eighteenth floor.

There was a dim bedside lamp on Chu Huan's bedside, which was the only light source in the whole room, but neither of them had any objection to the lighting.

Old Wangjiu occupied the magpie's nest and took his seat. Chu Huan paused, but he didn't say anything due to politeness, and asked politely, "What would you like to drink?"

This kind of normal way of hospitality gave Old Wang the illusion that "he is normal", so he was a little relieved. He squinted his eyes and looked at the cat climbing frame in Chu Huan's house, and asked casually, "What's there?"

Chu Huan: "Boiled water and tap water."

Pharaoh: "..."

Shit of hospitality.

Old Wang coughed dryly, and expressed his intentions straight out of his heart: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't mean to come here to disturb you at this hour, I have something important to tell you right away—"Little Ghost" is not dead, it is said that he has already entered the country. "

Chu Huan paused while holding the kettle. After a long time, he let out a "huh", lowered his eyes, and poured a cup of boiled water for his guest seriously with the attitude of making tea. After pouring, he flicked his wrist. The rim of the glass is flush, not one drop more, not one drop less.

"Come on, I'm retired, so I don't need to go to the reception?"

Old Wang: "Retirement can still be rehired, and the little ghost has come, is the big ghost still far away?"

Chu Huan gently placed the kettle on the soft cushion at the corner of the table.

Lao Wang leaned heavily on the back of the sofa, took out the cigarette case, took out one and lit it: "Hey, where are the ash bombs?"

Chu Huan took out a huge fruit tray from under the coffee table and handed it to him, pushed the isolated small apples together to make room: "Here."

"Pretty enough." Old Wang exhaled a long puff of smoke ring, and flicked the ash habitually, although nothing flicked off, "The brat made it clear this time that he came for you. You know those two ghosts, both They are shy turtles, they rarely come forward by themselves, if they miss this opportunity, I don’t know that the next time will be the year of the monkey, and I don’t want to see them both die.”

Chu Huan leaned over and took out the cigarette case in Pharaoh's pocket, and lit a cigarette for himself. The two men faced each other in silence, separated by a fruit plate, as if they didn't speak.

What Lao Wang mentioned was a notorious international criminal gang in the past few years. Different countries have different names, and it is generally called "two ghosts" in China.

These two ghosts are full of five poisons, and they are involved in all kinds of business. In fact, it doesn't matter-the main thing is that they secretly funded several groups of terrorist organizations with their wealth and wealth. These are the group of terrorists who are ready to blow up buildings, buses and subways at any time.

For this passerby, cutting the weeds cannot eradicate the roots, and it will inevitably poison future generations.

Three years ago, several countries in East Asia and Southeast Asia, after a long period of preparation and planning, finally jointly launched the "ghost fighting" operation, anti-terrorism and arresting two tasks at the same time.And Chu Huan, as the most important part of the whole operation, has been lurking in the "two ghosts" for six years. He personally abolished the "little ghost" and opened the "big ghost"'s lair.

That time "ghost fighting" successfully made the notorious "two ghosts" disappear internationally, but of course there was a fly in the ointment-the little ghost almost died, but the big ghost ran away.

Back then, as long as Osama bin Laden was alive, the Americans would be restless. Now, as long as the big ghost is alive, everyone is restless.

Chu Huan silently smoked a whole cigarette to the butt, stared at the ashes for a while, and then said slowly: "Oh, okay, then I'll go see my old friends."

He agreed very happily, and Lao Wang was not surprised. The ghost hunting operation back then was extremely tragic, and countless sacrifices were made. After three years, no one would want to kill those two ghosts more than Chu Huan.

Lao Wang raised his head and looked at Chu Huan's house carefully again - he said it was a house, but it was actually just a house, and he could figure out what kind of life the bachelor who dumped cigarette ashes into the fruit bowl lived.

Lao Wang put aside his businesslike expression and softened his face: "How are you doing?"

"Very good." Chu Huan prevaricated him with two words. The man stretched his slender limbs slightly, like a lazy lion basking in the sun, and looked like a comfortable big cat. When he said this, he turned his head slightly He turned his head and looked in the direction of the curtain, as if he could see the night of the city through the thick blackout cloth, but he refused to meet Lao Wang's eyes.

Old Wang saw his perfunctory, his heart sank slightly, and he said: "If you have any requirements in life, you can make them, and the organization will definitely satisfy you as much as possible."

Chu Huan put his trademark smirk on his face: "I may still lack a daughter-in-law."

Lao Wang glared at him: "No one told you that the matchmaker is pulling the strings. I want my daughter-in-law to go out and search for it by herself. If she sticks around the house all day long, I think you can marry a cat."

Chu Huan: "...Brother Wang, my cat is a father-in-law."

He is so sloppy that he can't communicate normally. Lao Wang confided in his heart like a big brother: "Brother Wang is not messing around with you. You are young. Don't be bored at home all the time. When it’s over, let me recommend you to change jobs, find a lighter job, how about sitting in an office? If you live so reclusively, you will be easily depressed mentally.”

Chu Huan had a playful smile on his face.

When Lao Wang got to this point, seeing that he still couldn't listen to him, and couldn't do anything about him, he sighed, left him a gun and a few boxes of ammunition, and patted Chu Huan on the shoulder: "You... ...Alas, take care."

Sending the guests away, Chu Huan whistled and closed the door, then he walked back to the bed, squatted down, stretched his hand under the edge of the bed, and fumbled all the way to a small switch. The small cover, where there is also a combination disk.

Chu Huan didn’t put his head in to look at it, it was useless to look at it, there were no numbers on the password grid, and the arrangement order on each key was messed up, and the date needed to be put into a complicated formula to calculate which key was which. number.

With a beep, Chu Huan had already entered the six-digit password, and the edge of the bed glowed, and the [-]-centimeter-thick bed board slowly cracked, revealing a horizontal and vertical toolbox, with a military thorn hanging beside the box. , with a triangular body, off-white, without a trace of light on the blade, standing there silently and hoarsely.

If the password is wrong or the device is attempted to be violently destroyed, the card will not be swallowed and the account will not be frozen.

After the box was opened, there were many layers, and there were everything in it, all kinds of old file bags, and dozens of ID cards.

It took Chu Huan a while to sort out all the things inside. Finally, he took out a photo from the bottom of the box.

In the photo is a middle-aged man, holding a little boy with an expressionless face, and there is a group of smudges on the back that can't be seen clearly.

But Chu Huan remembered that it was not a smudge at first, but a line of childish script written in pencil. It took too long and it was already wasted. What was written?

Hmm... like "Papa and I".

At that time Chu Aiguo was still so young.

Holding that photo, he didn't know what thoughts he fell into, and knelt on the cold floor for a long time.

After a long time, there was a light sound from the top of the closet, as if something had hit the metal frame above, and Chu Huan finally came back to his senses, and turned his head and called out: "Big baby?"

The only living thing in the room other than him, the big girl on the top of the closet, didn't answer, so Chu Huan lowered his head, pulled out the military thorn, and then set everything else on fire.

He had a premonition that whether he was dead or alive, he would never come back.