Then Zhong Ping stretched his neck on the pillow and watched as Xiong Weiqun took out a fruit bark from the bottom of the bedside table, squeezed the fruit peel out of the plastic skin and held it in his mouth. He finally noticed Zhong Ping staring at him.
Just shrugged.
Only then did Zhong Ping remember that these fruit peels that appeared out of nowhere were given to him by kindergarten children. He walked with Tingting in the night market after class that day and broke her leg before she bought a hot treasure with a satisfactory pattern. As soon as he returned
I was too tired to get up in the apartment, so I lay down on the bed and stuffed all the snacks on the bottom of the bedside table.
I won’t say anything else, I don’t know if it has expired...
Zhong Ping lay on the bed for a long time, feeling that he should get some answers before he fell asleep again. So he stared at Xiong Weiqun for a long time. Xiong Weiqun ate up the fruit peel, stretched his hands and feet in the living room, and sat on the sofa.
Take out the gun and check the bullets...
It seemed that there was nothing to ask. Zhong Ping reached to the bottom of the bedside table and vaguely touched a small package of wafer biscuits. When he took it out and saw that it was true, he happily tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.
Serves as his belated breakfast.
Zhong Ping had no intention of sleeping. He turned over and over again on the bed, groaning for pain in his back every time he turned. Looking at Xiong Weiqun, he was still sitting on the sofa not knowing what he was doing. They completely formed a non-interference and relative attitude.
A state of silence.
"Weiqun?" Zhong Pingxian called out in boredom.
"What are you doing?" Xiong Weiqun replied.
"Don't you think our relationship is weird..." Zhong Ping asked tentatively.
"How strange?"
Zhong Ping was silent for half a second, just to come up with a few suitable words: "How should I put it, like a gay couple who has been separated for many years..."
Xiong Weiqun said "hmm" and nodded naturally.
"Then..." Zhong Ping hummed hesitantly.
"I haven't asked yet, how old are you?" Xiong Weiqun interrupted him with a seemingly nonsensical question.
"twenty-three……"
"Then you've been an adult for a long time."
"oh……"
"Then what are you hesitating about? Can't you decide your own nightlife?"
"Uh..." It seemed that was indeed the case, but Zhong Ping always felt that his question had been misinterpreted.
"Still feel weird? It doesn't matter. I will leave here and return home one day. Whether you think of our current relationship as a couple or not, that's all your business."
Zhong Ping felt that Xiong Weiqun was a little inexplicably talkative today. We are all adults, and they gather together by chance, but pass each other by chance. This is probably the central idea of the conversation, and it is also the truth of this era.
After thinking about it, Zhong Ping felt that he seemed to be thinking of something. He turned over and hummed twice before directing Xiong Weiqun: "Order a meal for me, I want to eat Kung Pao Chicken."
Xiong Weiqun laughed a little. He felt that Zhong Ping had suddenly changed from a timid farmer to a proud landlord, and there was a strong suspicion that he had done everything but didn't take the opportunity to reap some benefits.
With clothes on his hands and food in his hands, Zhong Ping felt extremely happy. He was so happy that he could ignore the pain in his back. He was so happy that he felt that the young master he had lived for more than ten years when he was a child was a scumbag.
But in the end, Zhong Ping still ate the Kung Pao Chicken. It wasn't until he went to the toilet the next day that he realized what a mistake he had made by eating not only the chicken but also a bunch of red pepper segments.
The next day, Xiong Weiqun followed Zhong Ping to the kindergarten as a matter of course, and handed in the love observation diary he had written in the past two days. Oh no, it was a surveillance note. Of course, he omitted the deceptive process of repeatedly cooking cooked rice. To his surprise,
Zhuang Hua also gave him a task.
He stared at the bullet representing the mission and thought, this mission is really good at surveillance. He didn't know why he received the next mission before he handed in his mission report... Could it be that he thought surveillance was too troublesome and planned to kill Zhong Ping?
?
With some anxiety, he walked to the yard, sat on the plastic slide in his old place, opened the empty cartridge, took out the paper wrapped inside and twisted it carefully.
As soon as he read the first sentence, he immediately recognized the font: This is the person who wrote about his parenting experience in the last mission. It is so close that he follows him like a shadow. Last time he was in Linshi, and now he will continue to write it through l
Deliver tasks.
At the beginning, it said that he should continue to supervise Zhong Ping. He didn't complain about the "supervision" first. Since there was the word "continue", there must be something new below. As expected, there was very little wrangling after that, and he directly gave him the task: do
drop l.
Remove the l? Xiong Weiqun read it carefully over and over again. The letter l was written in a cursive style, and he couldn't even mistake it even if he wanted to.
His previous missions were to kill people he had never met before. What happened this time? Although he and L were only acquaintances behind the scenes, it was still a mystery to him to kill someone he had met so many times.
Heavy. Besides, this L is the operator here. Could it be that L has violated some hidden regulations and the organization is planning to clear her out quickly?
But he is just a tool, so he can't think too much about it. If you kill people, you get money. This is something he has experienced personally.
In addition to having money to get it, the person with "e" in his signature mentioned his sister again, which suddenly hit his heart with uneasiness and made his heart beat suddenly. It seemed that he really couldn't help thinking about it, even if
No one collected the subsequent observation diaries, so he could only do as the mission said...
And this task is like pushing yourself into a pit of fire. If the police want to investigate a murder, asking relatives and friends will definitely involve this kindergarten. He is an unknown person who recently appeared in this kindergarten. There are too many witnesses...
If you want to investigate him, no matter what the outcome is, he will have a record in the bureau.
But the task had to be done anyway, just for the sake of his sister who was in the hospital... He had to follow L home quietly first, find out where the door was... and then secretly fuck her in the house on a dark and windy night.
Then leave quietly. If he's lucky, he can escape detection.
Later, when Zhong Ping organized the children to choreograph a small stage play, Zhuang Hua, who hurried out of the classroom to get props, and Xiong Weiqun, who lowered his head to enter the classroom, bumped into each other, and the bullet fell to the ground.
Zhong Ping recognized this thing as soon as he saw it. If it weren't for it, he wouldn't have developed into what he is today as a killer. Unfortunately, before he even acknowledged his relationship, Xiong Weiqun touched his jacket pocket and found that the bullet was missing, so he quickly picked it up.
Get up and put it back in your pocket.
However, Zhong Ping saw the bullet again when he was instructing a naughty child to lie on the ground obediently to load the body. In surprise, he glanced at Xiong Weiqun who was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window looking out, and put the bullet in his pocket.
If swallowing the bullet was the prelude to Zhong Ping's involvement in the incident, then taking the bullet out of curiosity was the beginning of Zhong Ping's involvement in the incident.