loneliness meets loneliness

The night is dark.

Qin Yifeng slept very soundly in the Qin family's mansion, and he was never in a good mood.

Because of the reconciliation between Qin Shengrui and his son, years of light sleep were gone, and he finally slept soundly tonight.

But on the other side of Mu Zhai, Mu Quyan is not doing well these few days.

At night, Mu's house was still brightly lit.

Mu Quyan sat on the sofa with a stinky face, wearing a simple shirt and loose trousers, and his long hair was casually scattered behind his back, a little messy, and he didn't seem to intend to change into pajamas to go to sleep.

And his ugly face was like a fly crawling out of a cesspool, but his ugly face was not because of staying up late, but because of his mood.

The most capable men under him, whom he trusted the most, knew that the boss was worried about something, so they didn't dare to go to Meimei's to sleep, so they could only stay up with Mu Quyan by lighting the lamp and cooking oil.

Since the person who had been locked up by the boss in the room on the second floor disappeared a few days ago, and the boss sent them out to find someone to inquire about the news, but they didn't even hear a little bit of news, the boss's face became more and more ugly. become like this.

Although they are some of Mu Quyan's most trusted subordinates, they are still afraid of Mu Quyan. Seeing the boss's ugly expression, they don't dare to open their mouths to say anything sharply, so they can only talk dryly standing.

"Hmph, how did you do it!" Mu Quyan's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, he opened his mouth, and started another round of bombardment: "I can't even find such an ordinary person! Just ask for any information No way! Such poor ability! How dare you call yourself a Silver Bird! How dare you go to sleep! Get out and keep looking!"

The boss seems to have said this sentence a dozen times tonight.

Ever since they came back, the boss has been sitting on the sofa with a dirty face, repeating these few words over and over again.

Ugh……

Several big men looked at each other for a second, then lowered their heads together, and stood there with their heads down, obediently accepting Mu Quyan's scolding.

However, compared to Mu Quyan, Wen Chi was also very sad these past few days, it was as hard as going to jail.

……

In a certain room of the Silver Bird Branch in S City.

Wen Chi lay on the bed tossing and turning for a long time, turning over and over like a pancake, feeling restless and apprehensive.

There was an eerie silence in his ears. He opened his eyes and looked at the dark night surrounding him and the strange environment. He felt uneasy, and couldn't calm down and fall asleep no matter what.

He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to fall asleep, but when he closed his eyes, there was boundless darkness, just like the suffocating darkness that was tied in the closet when he was a child.

Since the incident when he was a child, he has a fear of the dark, but only in strange places.

He didn't know whether to close his eyes or open his eyes to look at this invisible room.

He could only pull up the quilt, curled up in the quilt, and the soft quilt fell on his slightly trembling body, but he always felt that the cotton wool seemed to be alive, moving on his body.

He tensed up, stiffened.

The bed beneath him seemed to be on the edge of a precarious cliff, as if he had returned to the suffocation and restlessness he had when he was a child, and the silence around him was as endless as the silence at that time.

After curling up like this for a while, he couldn't take it anymore.

He turned over and sat up suddenly, and turned on the bedside lamp with a "snap".

Warm light immediately filled the entire room, and the dark room became bright and comfortable. Seeing everything that was normal, his heart that had been hanging was slightly relaxed.

He pulled the quilt on his body, took a long breath, leaned against the head of the bed, took a few breaths lightly, and wiped the sweat on his forehead that was stuffed in the quilt just now with the sleeve of his pajamas.

He closed his eyes and yawned softly.

Actually he was quite sleepy.

But in such a strange environment, he just couldn't sleep.

Especially that Han Nuo, who looks very gentle, but gives the impression that there is a danger of hiding a knife in a smile, which is particularly disturbing.

Today is the third day.

After Han Nuo left that day, he never came back. Someone would bring him meals at certain meal times, and the rest of the time he faced this strange and quiet room by himself, and he was almost sick.

Han Nuo and Mu Quyan have the same faults, they both like to keep people in the house, so could this fault be contagious?

Although no one was guarding the door and the door was unlocked, he still couldn't leave.

He tried to get out of here. Although it was easy to get out of the room, it was not easy to get out of here.

No matter how he walked, he could only see the dark corridors. He walked for a long time, let alone people, and only saw a few broken rooms that were locked, and nothing else.

There are no stairs or anything, and the windows are locked. It's like a maze here.

Of course, he also asked the people who delivered the food, but those people were like programmed robots, they put down the food and left without saying a word, with a blank expression on their faces. He once doubted whether these people were real robot.

In order to confirm, he deliberately reached out and touched the arm of the food delivery person. It was fleshy and warm, which meant that it was a living person.

So he guessed that their appearance must have been trained by Han Nuo.

Thinking of this, he felt that Han Nuo was even more terrifying. Those people must not dare to resist him, so they didn't dare to say a word to him, and they made that robot-like appearance.

Moreover, Han Nuo's words were ambiguous that day, and he didn't show up for several days in a row. It must be intentional, to make himself uneasy.

Before, he always felt that Mu Quyan was terrifying, but now he felt that compared with Han Nuo, Mu Quyan's horror was tolerable to him.

Han Nuo felt like an oxygen tube to him. The oxygen was getting less and less, and he was on the verge of suffocation. It's a bit uncomfortable to suffocate, repeating N times like a cat playing with a mouse.

And he did everything with a kind smile, and he couldn't find any flaws in his refutation, which was really scary.

And Mu Quyan was only dangerous on the surface, but he didn't do anything terrible. (That's just for you ←←)

At least, in Mu Zhai, Mu Quyan would sleep with him every night.

Let yourself know that there is someone next to you, not alone in a dark environment, so that you will not be unable to sleep because of a strange environment... (I can fall asleep when I sleep with him~)

However, he really didn't understand that as an ordinary person, he was neither of use value nor literature value to them, and he had no function other than raising him here.

Although I don't know what his purpose is, it must be bad.

Ugh.

He sighed and rolled over.

Tonight, I'm going to sleep with the light on again.

Because the light was on, even if he closed his eyes, he could still feel the light in front of him. A white stream of light spread in front of his eyes, which made him feel at ease.

The black eyelashes cast a small gray shadow in front of his eyes, adding a sense of tranquility.

Gradually, shallow breathing sounded in the quiet room.

……

But Wen Chi didn't know.

Although Han Nuo didn't show up these few days, Han Nuo knew everything about how he was doing these few days.

It all depends on the pinhole wireless camera disguised as a fixed pointer dot in the clock on the wall.

But he doesn't have 24-hour monitoring, he only drives 3 hours a day, and only listens to important things.

After all, Wen Chi is not a prisoner, and he did this to help Mu Quyan.

People like Mu Quyan must be helped by others, otherwise he might not be able to stay with Wen Chi for the rest of his life with his temper and love mind.

Wen Chi had already gradually fallen asleep in the bright light, although there was still a little bit of uneasiness, but it was ignored because of excessive sleepiness.

But Han Nuo was not so lucky here.

In addition to dealing with normal things in the organization, he also had to continue to grind his tongue with the arms dealer in Hedmond, Germany.

Although Qin Shengrui had spared Yinniao in terms of arms, after Qin Shengrui intervened in Germany, he was reluctant to continue to provide arms as before.

Arms are their main business. If the issue of arms is not resolved, other partners will probably become suspicious of them. The underworld is like this. One day they cooperate friendlyly, but the next day they may turn their faces and deny them because of something.

Those timid German businessmen are enough for him to worry about, and he has to worry about that kid Mu Quyan.

So he hasn't slept well these days.

Alas...(ㄒoㄒ)

Boss Han rubbed his temples tiredly, looked at the faint dark circles under his eyes, and sighed.

……

After everyone survived a night of insomnia, the boundless night finally disappeared when the sun rose.

The long night was spent in Wenchi's room with the unextinguished lights.

Mu Quyan yawned sleepily, ordered his subordinates to continue to go out to inquire, and went upstairs to catch up on sleep.

And Qin Yifeng followed Qin Shengrui out in a good mood.

The sun has risen, Wenchi is still sleeping, and the other party with bright light sleeps very soundly.

And Lin Miluo, who had been somewhere, just got up, looked at the sky, stretched his waist, and his frozen posture seemed to be waiting for someone to appear.

Boss Han was lying on the table, talking to Germany's Hedmond, and at the same time calling the UK's Milin Qi, trying to contact a new arms dealer.

There are a few white and transparent clouds in the sky, against the light blue of the surroundings, like ink paintings rendered layer by layer.

But the Qin family's war has just begun.

Qin Yifeng's journey of finding his wife is not far from the end.

The author has something to say: I didn't have it yesterday because I couldn't write it out, and I couldn't get into the state all the time.

Reported today, coded in the afternoon, but I still can’t feel it today, but I still wrote it, I feel that the writing is terrible

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