[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

Wang Yiqiu's body was thrown into the morgue at No. 76 early on.

For ordinary dead people, there is no such treatment. When there are few, they will be thrown directly in the suburbs, and when there are many, they will be thrown into a special furnace.

But because of the special status of the "dead person" this time, they brought her back.

It is said to be a house, but it is actually just a small warehouse where waste is piled up.

There was one person left at the door.The man was leaning on the chair, dozing off bit by bit, he didn't understand why he had to guard a dead body, and he didn't understand why he was the one to do this drudgery.

At night, the cool breeze was blowing, the man was guarding a vacant room with a dead person but he was not afraid, leaning on the chair comfortably, snoring slightly.

The bright moon rose high, and the white curtain enveloped the earth. The eye-catching white light disturbed his sweet dreams. He blinked uncomfortably, hummed and shook his head.

At some point, a tall black figure stood in front of him, with a knife in his eye, a gun already loaded in his hand, his arms hanging high, and the muzzle of the gun firmly pressed against his head.

The metal on the forehead was cold, and standing against the light in front of his eyes, the black figure that could only be seen was like a piece of ice.The gatekeeper was stunned and stunned. At this moment, he couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was a human or a ghost.

"What about people?"

The voice of Bianzheng overflowed with anger.Soi Ying spoke human words... The little brother reacted for a while and became even more puzzled. There is only one person and one dead body in this place, and there is no one else besides him.

But the gun on his forehead hurt so much, the little brother swallowed, fearing that his head would explode if he babbled.With a trembling body, he pointed bluntly at the small warehouse with the closed door behind him, then shrank into a ball, not daring to say a word.

Heiying didn't seem to intend to kill him, and when he saw his reply, he grabbed his collar and threw him away, as if he thought he was blocking the way.The little brother didn't even dare to scream, he took two steps in the air abruptly and then fell heavily on the concrete floor.

At this moment, turning his head again, the true face of the black figure was revealed. It turned out to be the director of the Secretariat, the General Administration of Customs, and Chief Ming Cheng.

The little brother slapped his head, and then he remembered that the one who died here was the old friend of Chief Mingcheng, okay?Regardless of the embarrassment on his body, the little brother stood up and patted the soil, and poked his probe in mentally, with a gossip look on his face, and then ran away lightly, for fear that the old man inside would be upset and take the knife on him.

Mingcheng's hand was pressed against the warehouse door, trembling slightly.Running wildly all the way, he still couldn't believe it in his heart. Now, the truth is under his hands. He was panting heavily, his Adam's apple kept slipping, the buttons of his close-fitting suit had already been undone, and his oiled hair had already been combed. Messy, sweat ran down the temples, slipped into the collar, and flowed to the chest, hesitating back and forth whether the door should be opened or not.

No matter what, even if she is bruised.As long as she can breathe, as long as she can still see him.

Taking a deep breath, he rubbed the dust with his palm, and the rust-filled iron door creaked open, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

Then, the sun was over, the smoke had receded, and at this moment when the bright moon was in the sky, he handed over Wang Yiqiu who could no longer breathe or look at him.

It was a gray and white sense of dilapidation. She lay peacefully on the huge box, without any life, and her face was peaceful, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

The sound of insects, the sound of the wind, his breathing, and the sound of his heartbeat were intertwined and twisted together, playing an out-of-control magic sound.

Why is her body here? Is this a trap set by Fujita Yoshimasa?

No!Maybe this is a game from beginning to end... Maybe it's a calculation against him and Minglou.

She didn't die, it was just her plan to rescue Wang Manchun, just like Mingtai faked his death, maybe... maybe, even this corpse was fake.

Guessing, thinking, and all kinds of planning were intertwined, but Mingcheng still walked towards the person who seemed to be asleep step by step.

Cha-cha-cha, the leather shoes rubbed against the uneven concrete floor.

He seemed to have lost his breath and heartbeat, like a marionette, slowly and uncoordinatedly moved to the side of that person.

Raising her hands tremblingly, she loved to hold her long and slender fingers like fat jade in the palm of her hand, intertwining her fingers.But now... when a cold touch came from the fingertips, when he saw the blood hole on her body, Mingcheng suddenly realized that she was dead.

He picked up her upper body and let her lie in his arms, hoping that she would be like she was when she was a child, blinking her eyes weirdly, not having a girlish demeanor, covering her cheeks and rolling non-stop.

However, her vision gradually blurred, and the only thing that was clear was the hideous wound on her body.The most vicious thing was the bloody hole in the center of her eyebrows, with burn marks on it.

At this moment, the blood has dried up, her eyelashes and eyebrows are black and distinct, and the red blood scabs are also vivid, but there is nothing more silent than this.

Touching the corner of her mouth, she was smiling.Wang Yiqiu loves to laugh, whether it's when she was ignorant of the world in the past, or when she grew up lamenting sadness, she always loves to laugh.Either way, he likes it.

She was still smiling.. Her farewell voice on the phone still faintly lingered in her ear sockets, but... there was no reason, he couldn't love her anymore, and he didn't even have the qualifications to love her.

"Yiqiu..." Mingcheng called out her name, but didn't know what to say.In fact, it's fine to say anything, but she can't hear it anyway.

He tightened the armbands vigorously, as if he wanted to embed her in the depths of his bones and blood.The boundless cold penetrated deep into the bone marrow, how scared she must be, Mingcheng hoarsely asked, "Does it hurt..."

Huge tears dripped down, hot... steaming, hitting the corners of her eyes, and sliding down her cheeks, as if it wasn't Mingcheng who was crying, but her.

"It doesn't hurt anymore... Chengcheng is here, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

He doesn't like the name Chengcheng, it's too vulgar and delicate, but Wang Yiqiu likes it very much. When he is acting like a baby, when he is angry, and when he is being mean, he likes to yell loudly.

Now, he recognized the name, but the person who called him would no longer open his mouth.

Didn't you make an appointment to meet tomorrow? Didn't you miss me? Didn't you have something to say?All kinds of questions fermented in his heart and soon disappeared.

Mingcheng has never asked Wang Yiqiu for anything, except for national interests, Mingcheng has never lied to Wang Yiqiu for anything, except for national interests, Mingcheng has always responded to Wang Yiqiu's requests, except...which is contrary to national interests.

"Chengcheng... who do you love between me and the motherland?"

This was the question Wang Yiqiu asked while lying on his lap when they were young.

"Motherland and me, who do you love?"

This is the question Wang Yiqiu asked Mingtai by grabbing his sleeve before he was arrested.

He couldn't remember his answer the first time, but he didn't answer the second time.

It's not credible at all for you to say that you will protect me. "

That's right, at that time, when Mingtai was arrested, Wang Yiqiu drooped his head and said this in a sad tone, how did he answer it.

Oh, remember, he said: "You are different from him."

It turns out that they are all the same, separated by a country, there will be thousands of years and generations, even if you can see each other for thousands of years, love each other, and love each other, you will never be side by side with the motherland.

He has always been thankful that he is much luckier than his elder brother, but now he knows that he is more cruel, and has never had more humanity than he has never had.

"Yiqiu...open your eyes, let's go home..."

The tears had dried up, and when he looked back, he realized that he regretted her death, but never regretted his choice. Even if he never regretted it, the tricks and deceptions every step of the way are still the same and will not change.

But even so, he still selfishly wanted her to come back alive.

What he really wanted her to do was not to be righteous, not to be alone, but to let him protect Wang Yiqiu who could only see him.If it wasn't like this, if it wasn't like this, they would go back and forth and never get together.

She said she wanted to save Wang Manchun, but he didn't object, but he didn't support it.He never thought that she would fulfill her obsession in such a decisive way.They are all the same, Wang Manchun and Wang Yiqiu are both the same, but their attachments are different.

"Yiqiu, let's go home."

In the end, he could only admit the reality.Looking at her in memory, she smiled brightly, danced happily, and then turned into bubbles and disappeared forever.

Mingcheng loves Wang Yiqiu, from admiration to deep love.It's just that love is not the whole of life, and people can't always be swayed by emotions.Now, Wang Yiqiu is gone, leaving Mingcheng alone, he doesn't know what to do with him.

"Go home? Where are you going home...Mingcheng, let me go of your hand!"

In the lonely night, a high-spirited female voice interjected. Wang Manchun and Yan Lu came side by side by the moonlight. Mingcheng knew that it was not easy for him to take her away.

He couldn't allow her to live in peace and be with her all her life, but now, he couldn't hand her over either.