Chapter 59 The old friend has passed away(1/2)
Same as Ai Liang.
The more you see it, the more you get used to it.
After all, we are all hanging out in China City, so no one knows each other, and we have seen less human tragedy than the other person.
Moose put the keys in his trouser pocket and sat down on the sofa.
At this moment, he suddenly realized,
Since the messenger in front of us is a hermit pretending to be a messenger, what about the real messenger?
"By the way, where is that guy Lao Li? Has he been with you these past two years?"
Moose asked casually.
Ai Liang was silent for a while.
When Mus turned around curiously, he took out the courier's citizen card.
Looking at the courier photo on the citizenship card.
An ominous premonition slowly grew in Mus' heart.
Even if he can't read minds, Ai Liang can roughly guess what Mu Si is thinking now.
He expressed the messenger's strangeness tactfully.
"He wanted me to live using his identity."
Mus stood up suddenly: "In other words, Lao Li...he still couldn't come out after all?"
Ai Liang didn't speak, and the two looked at each other quietly.
The empty living room was eerily quiet.
A breeze came in through the window and passed gently between the two of them.
The honking of cars outside the house and the chatter among the neighbors downstairs all gradually faded away.
Along with the breeze, Moose's thoughts returned to ten years ago.
The Hermit, Xia Qiyuan, Shi Hongfang, Yang Xingguo, Li Yongming and...himself.
Some of us are investigative reporters, some are members of the criminal police team, some are bounty hunters, and some are intelligence dealers.
Although their identities are different, apart from Yang Xingguo having convulsions from time to time and wanting to arrest himself and the hermit, everything is always going in a good direction.
Everyone works together to solve various incidents...
But until the winter when Xia Qiyuan disappeared, everything changed.
Xia Qiyuan disappeared from the world, and the hermit began to go crazy.
He was suspected by the police and had to cut off contact with everyone.
Only Li Yongming, the messenger, still maintains a certain degree of friendship.
But...he was also completely desperate because of his sister's death.
To this day, everyone has retired and retired, and everyone has been transferred to other posts.
The original small circle was completely shattered.
After so many years, it's not like Mus has never thought about that.
He thought he could accept the news of his old friend's death calmly.
But when he really got the exact news from the hermit, Mus' heart was still filled with a layer of gloom.
"So...where is his body? Where did you bury it?"
"Burned, burned to ashes and buried with his sister."
Ai Liang lowered his head and studied the engraved pendant: "This is what he meant."
"Since you can read other people's minds, why not stop them then?"
Musi didn't know where he got the courage to question Ai Liang.
But I regretted it as soon as I said it.
Everyone knows the situation of the messenger, and it cannot be persuaded to come back with just a few words.
Medal of Honor.
The person who receives this medal may not be the strongest bounty hunter in the Asian League.
But he must be the bounty hunter who best fits the title of hero.
In order to change the current situation in Neihua City, the messenger gave up his promising future and traveled thousands of miles back from Shangjing.
He spent his whole life fighting for injustice.
When he found the source of the chaos that plunged Nevada City.
At that moment, almost everyone chose to distance themselves from him.
In order to take the overall situation into consideration, the superiors even imprisoned him.
After completing the investigation mission, the messenger wanted to take off his hard armor and greet his friends with cheers and hugs.
But what he didn't expect was the news of the death of a blood relative, and a cold sharp knife stabbed into his heart.
What is this behavior called?
There is no doubt that this is betrayal.
The glory of the past has vanished into thin air.
What is left after the Great Purge is the rejection and liquidation of those who were once loyal.
Only the messenger himself can understand this despair.
Just a few words to persuade someone to come back.
Is your mouth enlightened, or is the messenger the reincarnation of a saint?
Musi knew he had made a mistake, so he turned around and sat down without saying a word.
Ai Liang didn't care about him either.
After all, I finally met one of my few old friends after many years.
As a result, they were informed of the other party's death, which made everyone feel uncomfortable.
Just then, the buzzing mobile phone broke the silent atmosphere.
Musi quickly regained his composure and took out another mobile phone from his pocket.
The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.
He answered the phone: "Hello?"
"Mr. Mus, I would like to ask why the information about the next target has not been sent yet.
If you don't look for it, I'll just pick someone at random."
Maoyan's tone was very calm.
He doesn't care about the hunting target at all, and it doesn't comply with the rules set by Moose.
For Maoyan, obeying Mus's arrangement is to give Janus face.
But this does not mean that he will unconditionally obey all orders from Mus.
It just so happened that Maoyan planned to use the reason that Moose's movement efficiency was too slow to kill in Qianhua City.
Looking for a hermit?
Find him, and then let him throw himself into a blender and make a paste.
It's better to let yourself feel better first.
Anyway, we will be evacuating Qianhua City soon.
Maoyan doesn't want to cause too much trouble.
"What happened before needs to ferment for a while..."
Maoyan interrupted Mu Si directly: "So wouldn't it be better if I kill two more and make the matter bigger?"
Musi glanced at Ai Liang and retorted plausibly: "We want to let the incident ferment, not draw attention to it.
In case the hermit...the hermit hasn't been found yet, if we lure the official people here first, it will cause trouble for Lord Janus!"
Maoyan put his legs on the table: "You are a master of Janus. If you don't know, I would think you are a servant who has been following him for many years."
Musi, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, simply ignored Maoyan's sarcasm.
This lunatic obviously doesn't understand the principle of being too strong and easy to break.
A man can bend and stretch, so what's wrong with calling him "sir" twice?
This is a P-picture of your posthumous photo. You want to save face.
To be continued...