Anchor

This man doesn't love Mo Cenru at all, Yan Lang judged, and this man has connection with Mo Cenru's ex-husband.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the sparkling knife light arrived as expected, and the sight of the man sitting in the car was blocked by the seven-seater commercial vehicle driven by Yan Lang.Outside the windshield, a man in a suit was carrying a foam medicine box. That was Carlos. The other two men were struggling to move a square metal object. They were Wang Qi and Mingming. Yan Lang should rush to save people at this time.

Screams came from the crowd one after another, and Yan Lang observed Carlos' movements from the man's first perspective. Carlos carefully carried the box, without helping to move the equipment, a pinpoint-sized laser red dot crawled onto the surface of the foam box.Yan Lang was shocked, and went back to look at it several times. He was sure that it was a laser red dot, which was very small. With his excellent eyesight, he caught the existence of the red dot based on the moving track.Then in a split second, Carlos' suitcase exploded instantly, the glass medicine bottle shattered into residue, the liquid medicine spilled all over the floor, and evaporated in the blink of an eye.

Yan Lang rolls back the progress bar, and the screen returns to when Mo Cenru hadn't gotten out of the car, the man pulled over and parked, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a seven-seater commercial vehicle parked directly in front of the vehicle.

The man said: "Sister Ru, I will go to America to find you."

The right rear side door of the seven-seater commercial vehicle opened, and Wang Qi and Mingming got out of the car.

Mo Cenru said: "Let's talk about it when the time comes, thank you for sending me off."

Carlos got out of the car with the medicine box, and he lifted his chin.

Wait... Yan Lang turned back to the screen, Carlos raised his chin sideways towards the sidewalk, as if greeting someone.

Yan Lang retreated to the screen again, and a man in a long trench coat and hat passed by on the sidewalk.

That day was the Dragon Boat Festival on June 6th, and it was midsummer. The people coming and going around were wearing cool clothes, most of them were short-sleeved cropped pants and sunglasses. A tall man in a long windbreaker in the crowd was really abrupt.

Why did Carlos greet him and what was their relationship.

Yan Lang looked back at the screen many times, no, the man in the long trench coat was followed by a small man, about 1.6 meters in height, because of his short stature, most of his body was blocked by the man in the long trench coat.

Which of the two of them was Carlos greeting?

What is the red laser dot?

Yan Lang exited the simulation, opened his eyes, sat up while leaning against the wall, and couldn't wait to say to Qi Kuo who opened the hatch: "The virus leak that day was premeditated."

"What?" Qi Kuo frowned.

Yan Lang said: "Carlos has a problem. I don't know if he is one of the participants." He walked out of the simulation cabin. Shoulder, "They have guns."

"Gun?" Wei Hao asked, "Where did you get the gun?"

"It may be a gun, or it may be some kind of directional blasting device." Yan Lang said, "If Carlos is a participant, I would prefer an explosive device. There are so many people at the airport, they need to find a suitable high-level sniper, and the interference is too much." powerful."

"I saw two strange men, like Carlos' connector." Yan Lang sat on a chair, drew the clothes of two men, one tall and one short, with a pen, and asked, "Are they still alive?"

"This man is alive." Qi Kuo pointed to the tall man, "He is anchor point five."

"Oh." Yan Lang said, "I want to see his memory."

"You can see it in about half a month." Qi Kuo said.

"Who is anchor point four?" Yan Lang asked.

"The receptionist of the emergency passage." Qi Kuo said, "The lady you connected to."

"Oh..." Yan Lang remembered, "Tell me that there is an S-level mission occupying the emergency passage that day, so we can only use the ordinary passage, which operator?"

Qi Kuo nodded: "Yes."

Taking advantage of the many thoughts, Yan Lang endured the exhaustion and wrote down all the details that came to his mind in the notebook. He was so fascinated by the writing that he suddenly didn't realize that it was dinner time.Qi Kuo brought a boxed lunch, sat beside Yan Lang, and said, "Here, chicken drumstick rice."

"Thank you..." Yan Lang put down his pen, took the chicken leg rice, was stunned for a moment, and said, "Ah, I should be the one who cooked the rice for you."

"That's right." Qi Kuo followed Yan Lang's words and asked briskly, "What should I do?"

"What should I do?" Yan Lang slumped his shoulders in distress, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the chicken leg, and bit down angrily to vent his dissatisfaction with himself.

Qi Kuo found it interesting, and happily watched the wolf dog racking his brains to think about compensation measures while eating.

Yan Lang gnawed a whole chicken leg, pricked his ear, and said, "Do you want to go to my room?"

Qi Kuo choked suddenly, and a grain of rice accidentally got into his airway. He coughed for a long time, and his tears filled his eyes.

"I'll give you a massage." Yan Lang said, "You must be very tired after working all day."

"Yes." Qi Kuo admitted against his will, but he was actually not very tired, it was nothing more than arithmetic and drawing, which was much easier than quarreling.

"Let me press it for you." Yan Lang said, "to prevent shoulder and neck diseases."

"Okay." Qi Kuo responded, with a cold expression, the massage is good, if the massage is too comfortable, it will be logical to stay on the wolf dog bed, and then kiss and hug, bingo, home run.

Qi Kuo secretly encouraged himself, he must hit a home run tonight.

Must succeed, there is no retreat!

Son of the universe, rush!

Yan Lang didn't know what Qi Kuo was thinking at all, he lowered his head to eat, holding his breath in his heart and intending to show his hand in front of Qi Kuo.

Gougou is so simple, what bad intentions does it have?

Is Yan Lang a simple person?Qi Kuo stood under the shower to rinse off the shampoo foam, closed his eyes, and ticked the question.

Qi Kuo is too eccentric, his answer has no reference value.From God's point of view, strictly speaking, it cannot be classified into a simple category.

How can there be a simple person who is a detective major and is an excellent graduate?Investigative science is a discipline that studies crime. By studying criminal techniques and methods and establishing connections, generally speaking, it is to deduce the criminal process based on evidence and finally catch the real culprit.From this point of view, Yan Lang not only has a heart, but also has a lot of eyes, and has outstanding analytical skills.

However, Yan Lang clearly separates work and life, so that Qi Kuo thinks that Yan Lang's blunt temper and simplicity need to be protected in daily life, which is also a sweet misunderstanding.

After Qi Kuo finished washing, he stepped out of the bathroom. Soft light music was playing in the room. He looked at Yan Lang in surprise, and Yan Lang waved his hand, signaling him to come over quickly.Qi Kuo wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and followed Yan Lang's instructions to lie down facing the bed.

Yan Lang's hands slowly stroked along the line of Qi Kuo's shoulders and neck, and rubbed repeatedly on the shoulder blades, with appropriate strength and warm palms, pushing Qi Kuo straight to the dreamland of black sweetness.In a daze, Qi Kuo had the idea of ​​hitting home plate in his head, and before he had time to put it into practice, he was dragged to play chess by Duke Zhou.

Seeing that Qi Kuo was asleep, Yan Lang stepped into the bathroom lightly, washed up, wiped his hair half dry, turned off the light and went to bed.

Yan Lang put his fluffy head on Qi Kuo's shoulder, rubbed it affectionately, and closed his eyes.

Half-dream and half-awake, Qi Kuo hugged the wolf dog into his arms familiarly, just like countless late nights when Yan Lang returned home late from a mission, Qi Kuo muttered: "I'm back." He fell into a deep sleep immediately.

Yan Lang had a dream. He had a dream before. Because of his incomplete memory, the dreams were full of inaudible conversations and faces. This time it was different. He dreamed of the sunset.

A huge ball of fire hung above the sea level, and he stood on the deck of a burning fishing boat with his hands behind his back.Gasoline and medicine boxes floated in the sea, wailing, gunshots, and cursing formed a strange background sound. A raging fire ignited on the second floor of the fishing boat, with black smoke, damp and salty water vapor and a strong smell of gunpowder intermingling. Yan Lang stood Enjoy the sunset from the deck.

He saw a bearded man with a broken arm holding an earthen shotgun in one hand and said to him cursingly: "GOTOHELL, YOUBASTARD." (Go to hell, you son of a bitch)

The man didn't have time to shoot, Yan Lang shot him into the sea while speaking.

The sea surface gradually engulfed the sunset, Yan Lang propped up his body with one hand, sat on the edge of the deck with his legs hanging in the air, and sank into the deep sea with the fishing boat.

The salty sea water covered his head, he looked up at the sky, the night was falling, and the gorgeous Milky Way spread out like a bustling market, he heard Qi Kuo's voice: "It's time to go home."

Qi Kuo's voice was deep and soft, and it rang in Yan Lang's ears, followed by some kind of cetacean ethereal cry, one after another, resounding through the sky.