Kidney master

It was already evening when we got off the plane, the sky was still bright, but the stars had already risen, dotting the sky sparsely.

Song Chu tied a large red square scarf under his chin, and there were only small passenger planes along the way between the two places. Song Chu stayed huddled for several hours on it, his back ached, and his complexion was not very good.

She yawned, lazily.

The evening wind blew over the square scarf, pulling a bright red back and blending with the afterglow of the setting sun. Song Chu stood in place, as beautiful as an oil painting.

Undoubtedly, Ji Yi'an's words finally dropped a stone in Song Chu's heart that had been calm for a long time, but the movement was a bit big, and the small ripples turned into turbulent waves, making it difficult for Song Chu to resist, so he simply threw it away. Everything, back to the original state.

Anyway, Ji Yi'an has been entangled in that new drug now.

His undercover status here can be relaxed, or the mission can be canceled directly, anyway, he has never been bound here.

Anyway.

Apart from two hearts that accidentally stumbled and cheated, they didn't have much other connection.

Song Chu's gaze casually fell on the row of taxis, then retracted silently, and walked in that direction, his whole being immersed in the initial cold and hard temperament.

She opened the car door and sat in, gave the driver a place name and then continued to close her eyes and meditate.

The warm red hot light fell on her eyelids, and the familiar temperature reminded her of the temperature of Ji Yian's palms, chest, and breath.

She closed her eyes deeply, pinched a sharp crease at the end of her eyes, and once again locked all her inexplicable thoughts into the abyss.

Bye bye bye.

What's the big deal.

She, Song Chutian, was not afraid of anything, she met gods and gods, ghosts and ghosts, she was unrestrained and agile, it was no big deal.

***

Yunnan, Headquarters Public Security Bureau.

"Ji team, we have locked and monitored Chen Yugu in an all-round way. Once he takes any further measures against 'Blue Sun', we will receive the information as soon as possible." Xiao Yan operated the computer, "Do we need to let go?" Get some news out?"

Ji Yian's eyes paused for a moment, his mind was rarely distracted, and he quickly reacted, saying, "Let the people below leak the news, and make Chen Yugu suspect that Lu Jia is not trying to hide from the police and take away 'Blue Sun', but for his own benefit. Wait." Let him show his feet."

Xiao Yan pursed his lips and smiled: "I know."

Ji Yi'an added: "Be careful spreading the news, don't be too deliberate."

After speaking, he got up, took out his mobile phone and dialed the first column of the most recent contact. After a few seconds, he was still familiar with it—"The number you dialed has been turned off."

Xiao Yan asked: "Boss, who are you calling and have not answered?"

"Early Song Dynasty."

Xiao Yan choked up.

Ji Yi'an frowned, and handed over the phone: "Help me find out where her number last logged in."

Xiao Yan: "..."

However, this was the captain's order, Xiao Yan didn't dare to disobey, he only smiled ambiguously, and while inputting Song Chu's number into the computer, he jokingly said, "Ji team, you two are getting married in a fake way."

Ji Yi'an squinted at him, didn't speak, and didn't deny it.

Xiao Yan was muttering in his heart whether there might be a real situation, and the positioning screen popped up.

Final landing place, airport.

Xiao Yan didn't need to look back to feel the stormy anger on his captain's body. His fingers danced quickly on the keyboard: "Don't worry, I'll check her ticket information."

1 minute later.

Golden Triangle area.

"She went back first?" Xiao Yan was a little confused about the situation.

Ji Yi'an stared intently at the ticket information, and pulled the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

"She is running away."

He really overestimated Song Chu.

***

Song Chu got off the car not far from his residence.

Two rows of street lights on the side of the road were turned on, and the trees on the side of the street were still lush and lush, with branches and leaves scattered.

Beside the flower bed was a cobblestone road. Song Chu was wearing black high-heeled shoes, and the heels made a crisp sound when they hit the stone surface. She put her hands in her pockets and walked all the way as if she was playing with herself.

After walking for a while, she belatedly remembered that her phone hadn't been turned on after she got out of the airport.

The screen lighted up, followed by an instant bombardment of missed calls.

All from Ji Yi'an.

Song Chu slightly raised his eyebrows, ignored it, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

Then she bent into a convenience store on the side. She was too lazy to go to the restaurant to buy food, so she just bought a few packs of snacks and a few bottles of beer along the way, and then took the shopping basket to the cashier to pay.

She paused, then suddenly asked: "Is there Yuxi smoke here?"

She has seen Ji Yian smoke this brand of cigarettes.

"Hey, sister Chuchu." The salesman smiled and spoke in a mouthful of not-so-pure Chinese, "No, but we have..."

Song Chu interrupted her sales promotion, picked out a pack of cigarettes in a silver package, directly tore open the package, took out one, lit it skillfully, and then threw the pack back into the basket for her to continue counting the money.

Song Chu was lazily leaning halfway against the wall, taking one mouthful after another, directly passing through her lungs, and the blue-white smoke made her feel even more alienated.

She looked out the door through the smoke.

Sitting under the street lamp was a homeless man, unkempt and ragged, leaning on the lamppost, his eyes half-closed, not sure if he was dozing off or his eyes were small.

Song Chu looked at it for a while, then turned his head: "Help me get that chicken leg bento."

"Okay." The salesperson took out a box from the container behind him, "Do you need to heat it?"

"want."

A few minutes later, Song Chu came out with a bag of snacks and a box of bento in his hand.

She bent down and put the bento at the homeless man's feet. She thought the homeless man was dozing off, but suddenly caught the bento, looked up at Song Chu with his muddy pupils, and was so happy that she didn't know where to take it. Say a word of thanks in local language.

Song Chu only understood the general idea, but didn't react much, and walked away smoking a cigarette.

***

It wasn't until he approached the apartment building that Song Chu saw some familiar men sitting at the entrance of the corridor.

The black snake logo is tattooed on the neck.

Gasoline?

It can't be seen that this idiot still has a bit of charisma. He didn't go to the point where his brothers would scatter when he died, but there were still a few "loyal souls" who dared to stand up for their elder brother.

Song Chu calculated that it had been several days since she left the Golden Triangle, and these people probably blocked her here for several days, and they were all idle to the point of sleeping on the stairs.

Today is considered to hit the muzzle.

Song Chu happened to be in a bad mood.

***

She walked around and stood in front of those men, raised her leg and kicked their waists.

"What kind of road is blocked here, can others still walk?"

The men woke up sleepily, and didn't react when they saw Song Chu, and then opened their eyes a little bit.

The woman standing in front of the backlight, her eyebrows and eyes were full of impatience, she lost her usual charming disguise, and became more indifferent and hostile.

"Second Miss Song! We are finally waiting for you!"

Song Chu hugged his chest: "What are you waiting for me?"

"You designed to kill our eldest brother, how could we not seek revenge from you, but you dare to come back."

Song Chu didn't know if it was because her departure these few days made them think that she was absconding in fear of "crime". He picked out his ears.

She spread her hands together: "Oh, how do you want to take revenge?"

These words made them regain their sense of reason that they had been away for a long time.

Yeah, how to take revenge.

They didn't know the way of this Second Miss Song at all, they only heard that no one could go back intact under her hands, the kung fu is very evil.

"Forget it." Song Chu clapped his hands and hooked his index finger at them, "If you guys plan to take revenge, I'll go upstairs first."

After she finished speaking, she lifted her foot and walked up the stairs.

She didn't want to be pinched by a hand on the shoulder when she passed through them, and pulled back violently.

Although Song Chu was really good at evil ways, her whole body was very proud, and she would be green for several days if she bumped or bumped accidentally, but that blow almost crushed her bones just now.

Song Chu's eyes were sharp in an instant.

Coincidentally, she would use them to spread the fire.

The speed on her hand was so fast that it almost became an afterimage. The index finger and middle finger were attached together. At first glance, it was impossible to see that there was a thin layer of blade sandwiched between them.

The man didn't even realize the danger was approaching, and immediately screamed out. His wrist was like a balloon that had been punctured, and the chilly air blew out.

"Ahhh!" The man was terrified, "My arm is broken!"

Song Chu wiped the blood-stained blade on his clothes and rolled his eyes: "It's just a cut."

Their fear of Song Chu is too deep-rooted, and their kung fu has already demonized her. If they get a little injury, they will be terrified and think that they will lose their lives.

The others also flinched and rushed forward. Song Chu was glad that none of them had guns, and she could still handle things like machetes and daggers.

She nimbly dodged the knife on her side, and just out of inertia, she raised her elbow and slammed it hard at the man's wrist. With a "click", his hand softened, and the machete he was holding fell straight down, and it was about to hit him. chop off his feet.

Song Chu didn't know whether it was because she was afraid that the scene would be too bloody and disgusting, or something, she swiped the blade with her fingers, and slammed it firmly on the handle. The machete deflected an arc, and the back of the blade hit her foot.

***

Song Chu returned to the apartment with intact snacks and beer.

Ji Yian's things are still in the guest room, she guessed that he might come there after he solved the new drug case, or he might just throw it here.

In the fight just now, Song Chu was still measured. Except for the subconscious cut on the man's wrist, no one else saw blood.

It really is getting more and more in the direction of "ordinary people".

It's a pity that ordinary people don't even have the chance to encounter such a thing.

Song Chu sat cross-legged on the sofa, eating snacks while drinking a few sips of beer with his head up, his eyes fell on the dark night sky outside the house.

The phone has been silent for a long time.

Ji Yian didn't call again.

You should already know that she has returned to the Golden Triangle.

are you angry?

He should be angry, completely playing him like a monkey.

After filling her stomach, she smoked three or four cigarettes in a row, didn't bother to move, and knocked the ash on the floor, and finally fell asleep at some point.

Song Chu didn't wake up until the flames burned until the cigarette butt burned his fingers. With a shaking of his hand, the cigarette fell to the ground.

She rubbed her face wearily, and didn't rush to clean the floor, but went into the room to sleep with her slippers on.

This sleep was not deep, but she slept intermittently for a long time. When she woke up again, it was already the evening of the next day.

Song Chu sat up from the bed, his head was rusty, the heels of his palms were pressed against his eyes, and he blinked wearily, then went to the bathroom to take a shower, and turned out a red dress again.

She didn't plan to go out, and she hadn't been to the bar for a long time, but she still put on an extremely delicate and gorgeous makeup, with black eyebrows and red lips, and the colors extending from the end of her eyes were captivating.

Song Chu looked at himself in the mirror, suddenly laughed at himself and curled his lips, walked slowly to the living room, took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, and poured himself half a glass.

A beautiful burgundy liquid slid down the sides of the glass.

Song Chu lightly twirled the goblet, lying on his side on the single sofa, with his legs bent over the armrest.

She swung the wine glass slowly, her thoughts had already drifted somewhere.

It wasn't until there was a sudden sound of metal colliding at the door that she turned her head and looked towards the door, as if in slow motion, watching the movement behind the door with cold eyes.

The door is opened.

Ji Yian stood at the door, still holding the key in his hand.

He was only wearing a shirt, the cuffs were rolled up, and his forearms were well defined and graceful.

On the aisle, there is only a setting sun that has not yet set, and the fire and clouds burn most of the sky, and it also burns Song Chu's heart that was so hard to cool down.

Song Chu wore a close-fitting red dress with a low neckline and a faint bust line. She sniffed, her legs dangling slowly by the sofa.

The four eyes meet.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, when Ji Yian was walking towards him, he heard his active heartbeat, and heard his dusty heart begin to disintegrate, causing all the grievances and scars to flow into blood and trickle out.

Ji Yi'an frowned, stood still in front of Song Chu, and grabbed that cold and white wrist.

Song Chu's voice trembled a little: "You...why are you here?"

Ji Yi'an sneered, his voice was ready for a storm: "Isn't it married, and it's time to fulfill the obligations of husband and wife."