Terrorist attacks

After Lin Xin passed the documents, it was already late, so he opened the canvas bag he carried with him, and there was a lot of dry food in it.

It was inevitable that an accident would happen, and when he met someone he knew well, he didn't dare to go out easily and stayed in the building. In case Qiao Yisheng came back, he still had time to buffer.

He guessed that this document was in the hands of the people behind the scenes, and within a day, the stock of Qiao Yisheng's company should have changed, and his time was very limited.

After filling his stomach, Lin Xin started to fiddle with the computer again, arranging many possibilities, and found that there is no end to it.

In the end, he couldn't help but call Lin Yuan's comrade-in-arms. He was an intelligence worker with excellent professional skills.

The other party was hesitant, so he first asked him what he was doing to decipher the password. Lin Xin made up his mind, saying that his old computer had not been used for a long time, and he forgot the password, but there was an important file in it, which was saved a year ago, and was urgently needed now, and had not been backed up yet.

Although comrade-in-arms Lao Hong is not very familiar with Lin Xin, he also knows that he has a sense of proportion and will not mess around, but he is not present, so it is too difficult to decipher.

Lin Xin was also worried. After all, Qiao Yisheng is such a cautious person. It is not easy to use his computer to decipher the password. It is hard to say what the consequences will be.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, I only narrowed down the scope. It was very late, and people dragged their families along. Lin Xin couldn't delay any longer, so he thanked him and hung up the phone.

There was no response when the file was sent. Lin Xin was really tired. He walked out of the study and subconsciously entered Qiao Yisheng's bedroom.

Although he came here once two years ago, he was deeply impressed. He turned to the end of the corridor, and the round arched high door was closed tightly. There will be beasts that will devour him so that not even his bones remain.

The door was unlocked, Lin Xin pushed the door open, took off his coat and put it away, poured a glass of water, and finished drinking quietly.

The room was large and simple, with a bed in the middle, it was suddenly empty, Lin Xin didn't care much, he just wanted to lie down for a good night.

When I went to the bathroom to wash my eyes, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I lay down in the sunken bathtub and took a nap. When I woke up, the water was already slightly cold. Lin Xin shivered, got up from the pool, wiped his body clean, put on his sleeping He put on his robe, fastened his belt, walked to the sink, lowered his head, looked at it for a long time, and smiled unconsciously.

I don't know how long Qiao Yisheng hasn't slept in this room. There are two mouthwash cups on the stage, each with a toothbrush in it, one of which was used by Lin Xin.

At that time, Qiao Yi said in a low voice that Lin Xin was drunk, so she stayed with him in the room all night for fear of something happening to him.

Lin Xin raised his hand subconsciously, took the toothbrush he used to use, looked at it carefully for a while, then threw it into Qiao Yisheng's cup, then bent down, and carefully fiddled with it, so that the heads of the two toothbrushes leaned together.

"We're all tired, let's lean on each other to rest." He stopped again, pointing to Qiao Yisheng's one: "Don't bully others, you know? Although this is your territory, he jumped all the way into your cup , It’s not easy. Be good, take him to play, talk to him, you will see that he is going to be stupid, and no one cares about leaving home.”

Lin Xin was fascinated by it, resting his hands on the countertop and his chin, smiling while fiddled with two toothbrushes.

It was only at the end that he came back to his senses. Just as he was about to take out his toothbrush and put it back in its original place, he heard a sound coming from the stairs. He let go of his hand in shock, quickly turned off the light, hugged him and took it off. Clothes, wandering around the room, not knowing where to hide.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Lin Xin could hear that it was Qiao Yin's voice. He didn't know why he would go and come back at this time, and he was anxious, hoping that he didn't notice that the light in the bathroom was on just now.

After all, the bathroom window is on the west side, the main building faces south, and the west side is remote, so it is generally not seen.

It's just that the person receiving him must have told Qiao Yisheng about the situation, and it's safest to leave.

Lin Xin opened the window, and the cold wind of the early winter night hit him directly. Although it was the third floor, each floor was extremely high. It was terrifying to look down from here. Windows are tantamount to suicide.

The only way to make Qiao Yisheng believe that he left is to find another way.

Lin Xin took off one shoe, broke the sole, and threw it violently out of the window, pretending to be fleeing in distress, and then could only resign himself to his fate, and got into the closet in Qiao Yisheng's bedroom.

He can neither jump out of the window now, nor walk out of here. The footsteps have stopped at the door, and he seems to be hesitating which room is better to start from.

The closet was much bigger than he had imagined, and inside it was a separate small space. Covered by all kinds of clothes, he came to the innermost part, huddled in a corner, and hugged his things in his arms.

The corner is full of seasonal sweaters, which is no longer needed in this weather. If Qiao Yisheng didn't crawl in, he wouldn't see Lin Xin. The door of the cabinet is quite a distance from here.

Several people followed Qiao Yisheng up the stairs, and stopped at the door of the bedroom one after another, guarding outside.

The more information Lin Xin heard, the more irritable he became.

He even felt that he was like a hamster being pushed into a corner step by step, waiting for the cat to pounce on him, and immediately bit his neck, taking his last breath.

It was almost dawn, Lin Xin was lying on the big bed in Su Yuan's bedroom, his hands were clenched by the corners of the quilt, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he was whimpering in a low voice, Su Yuan couldn't hear clearly, so he leaned over to wipe him off. Khan, tuck in the quilt again.

After meeting Lin Xin, he woke up with a start. Although the lights in the room were dim, he couldn't adapt to it. He unconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, but the wound on his elbow hurt.Su Yuan understood what he meant, and immediately went to the door to turn off the light, and asked him: "Are you hungry? Or, why don't you get something to fill your stomach first? You slept for a whole day, and I'll just watch over here, why not?" I dare not go either."

Lin Xin sat up and shook his head:

"It's a small injury, it's not enough to go to the hospital. It's okay if you warm up light things first. It's really uncomfortable to say this."

Probably because he stayed in the dark place for too long, Lin Xin saw the light just now, even though it was faint, he was forced to cry.

As if looking forward to the light, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

Su Yuan shouted:

"What a small injury, look at you, your face is so blue and purple, can you still go out to meet people? Are there no bruises on your legs and hands?"

Lin Xin lay down again:

"The private doctor you invited said it's all right, so why worry about it, I'm hungry, to be honest. Go get something to eat, I'm very grateful."

Su Yuan shook his head:

"Ask you about cause and effect but refuse to tell. You have only been in the United States for a few days. Why do you have enemies?"

Lin Xin turned his face away, tired all over:

"Oh, I can't tell at once. I can't stay here any longer. I'll cause you trouble. I'm really sorry. Find me a hotel and move out tomorrow. Anyway, Xiaohan has to come back next week. I What's the matter with a big man living here, I won't delay you."

Su Yuan suddenly asked:

"Is it Williams? You were dragged out by bodyguards that day. I should pay attention. It was my fault that got you involved."

Lin Xin covered his head with the quilt, and a buzzing voice came out:

"Really, don't guess. You think that group of people collect protection fees from the street. It's nothing to tease you. What do I have to spend so much time on?"

Su Yuan gritted his teeth:

"Anyway, you don't even want to leave here. With this injury, you go to stay in a hotel? Curse me, what is this?"

Su Yuan went to the kitchen to warm up the food, Lin Xin sighed, breathed in as he spoke, the corners of his mouth were still sore, he had a dream just now, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or an illusion.

This dream was repeated during the entire day of coma, so until now every detail is clear without any omission.

The most ruthless thing he could do, but thinking about it now, he finds it funny. Qiao Yi is not there, bullets have no eyes, and it is normal for him to be shot dead by a single shot when he breaks into a private house.

Even if he was there, probably it wouldn't make much difference.

But at the last moment, when Lin Xin hid in the cabinet and shivered, he actually hoped to be discovered.

Maybe he himself doesn't understand what's the point of going around like this, maybe he's too tired, and the consequences won't be more difficult to bear than the process.

Or, subconsciously, he felt that Qiao Yisheng would not make things difficult for him.

Thinking about it now, I feel like I can’t laugh or cry, just like everyone who recalls all kinds of absurd and unreasonable actions in childhood, smiles awkwardly or helplessly, but absurdity is good, once in a lifetime, it is the only way for everyone.

The only way for Lin Xin to go is probably Qiao Yisheng. He subconsciously longs to be kept or put in place, so there is inevitably something to do in the dream. I think he can find him in the end, a meaningless game of cat and mouse, and then make up.

Afterwards, there will be Ultraman fighting monsters, together with Qiao Yisheng, that will be something later.

Dreams are always illogical. He tried every means to get into Qiao Yisheng's house and did all the absurd things, but he failed at the last step and was beaten back to his original form.

Maybe in a second, the cabinet door opened, and he could see Qiao Yisheng through the layers of clothes.

Yesterday morning, he was robbed on the way to Qiao Yisheng's suburban villa.

Sitting in the car, he saw the owner of the familiar voice up close for the first time. He was in his 30s, with his back turned to him, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Lin Xin only felt that his head started to hurt again.

The man fiddled with the match in his hand, struck a light, and then said:

"Mr. Lin, he has gone abroad and has only come back for a few days. Why don't you hit a wall when you go to him now?"

Lin Xin is also frank:

"What do you want?"

The man struck a match again and laughed:

"Relax, let's play a game. I strike a match and ask a question. Before it goes out, you have to give me the answer."

As a result, he was asked a lot of messy private things between him and Qiao Yisheng. When Lin Xin was too embarrassed to answer, the match head leaned over and pressed against him, and then he simply remained silent.

Lin Xin finally asked him:

"Are you sexually repressed, why do you ask these questions?"

The other party just laughed, and when the destination was reached, he finally lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and greeted Lin Xin.

Lin Xin's hands and feet were bound, and he hid once or twice, but he couldn't do it later.

When he was escorted into the airtight secret room, his hands and feet were untied anyway. Lin Xin scolded and scratched the wounds on his body. The pain was no longer there, but the humidity here was heavy and it was very itchy.