Seeing how confident Chen Xiqiao was, Yu Jingque felt like someone had stepped on his tail.
Yu Jingque stared at Chen Xiqiao and said, "If I kill you now, no one will know, and no one in the Secret Service will know."
"Yes, you can kill me. The people in the Secret Service don't know you've been here anyway."
"But you have to understand that only I know your identity. If I die, you will be a traitor." Chen Xiqiao's words made Yu Jingque clench his fists and want to slap Chen Xiqiao on his face.
, give him two more punches.
"Zhang Ping is dead, and I am the only one who knows your identity. If I die, you will never be able to turn around." Chen Xiqiao's words were a little cold.
Yu Jingque sat across from Chenxi Bridge and said, "You still have the nerve to come back. You still have the nerve to come back to this place. Don't you feel terrified just sitting in this room?"
Facing Yu Jingque's sudden question, Chen Xiqiao lost his expression as before, and a trace of softness appeared between his brows.
But this softness was fleeting, and Chen Xiqiao became cold again.
"Where is she buried?" Chen Xiqiao said such an incomprehensible sentence, but Yu Jingque understood it clearly.
"You don't deserve to mention her." Yu Jingque said.
"Where did you bury my daughter?" Chen Xiqiao asked again.
Yu Jingque slapped his hand on the table angrily and shouted: "You are not worthy to be Manjusri's father."
Seeing Yu Jingque's angry look, Chen Xiqiao said: "You are engaged in espionage work. Don't you know the principle of keeping emotions and anger indistinct?"
"Does it mean that you are acting an angry drama for me at this moment?"
"I'm not as cold-blooded as you." Yu Jingque gradually regained some sense, and the habit must be deeply rooted.
It does not mean that the longer the oppression lasts, the more violent the outbreak will be.
And the longer the oppression lasts, the less likely it is to break out, because the result of breaking out is death.
"Aren't you cold-blooded? I heard Zhang Ping's evaluation of you, saying that your talent is good, but now it seems that you are just average." Chen Xiqiao stopped talking about his daughter Wenshu and started talking about Yu Jingque.
"Stop talking nonsense to me. I won't tell you a word about Manjusri. You are not worthy of being her father at all."
When I mentioned Manjusri, I was startled and my heart was filled with anger.
"Does she hate me?" Chen Xiqiao suddenly asked.
"Hate?"
"She was seventeen years old, and you left without saying goodbye. The person who captured you forced her to death. Do you think she was cruel to you?" When Yu Jingque said this, he felt that the scene was still vivid in his mind.
.
It was raining heavily, and Manjusri was forced to die on the street, with blood flowing all over the ground.
Manjusri himself hit a telegraph pole and died. When Yu Jingque rushed over, Manjusri was already lying on the ground, and the heavy rain brought blood to Yu Jingque's feet.
Yu Jingque, who was standing there, had no idea that he was eighteen years old that year.
Manjusri's body was randomly taken away from the street and dumped outside the city. Yu Jingque stumbled over and took Manjusri's body out.
Very cold.
Manjusri's body was very cold. No matter what Yu Jingque called, Manjusri had no answer.
The girl who was cheerful, loved to laugh, and played with Yu Jingque in the streets and alleys of Bingcheng, died.
Yu Jingque, who was holding Manjusri's body, seemed to understand at that moment what the establishment of Manchukuo meant.
Tears mixed with rain fell from Yu Jingque's face. After that day, Yu Jingque never cried again.
Manjusri's body was buried by Yu Jingque.
He dug hard on the ground with his fingers. After digging out the muddy layer soaked by rain, there was hard soil.
Yu Jingque seemed completely unaware, his fingers were bleeding and his nails were rotten.
People say that if one's fingers are connected to one's heart, it should be heartbreaking pain, but Yu Jingque didn't seem to feel it.
After Manjusri's body was buried, Yu Jingque sat dumbly.
The girl who smiled and said she wanted to marry him when she grew up remained seventeen years old forever.
Spend the same age, forever...
"It was because of Wenshu's death that you went to Zhengyang Police Station the following year, right?" Chen Xiqiao suddenly spoke, interrupting Yu Jingque's memories.
The cold memories made Yu Jingque's eyes look cold.
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Yu Jingque didn't treat Chen Xiqiao well at all.
"Zhang Ping thinks that he developed you, but he doesn't know that you chose him." Chen Xiqiao shook his head, as if he felt sorry for Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping didn't understand it until his death.
"Is there any difference?" Yu Jingque asked.
Chen Xiqiao smiled and nodded and said, "No, Zhang Ping deliberately discovered his identity for you, and you have doubts in your heart."
"But you were looking forward to it and didn't show your kindness too quickly. You were worried about scaring Zhang Ping away. In fact, you were very eager in your heart." Yu Jingque did not deny Chen Xiqiao's words.
Zhang Ping hid it well in the police station. Yu Jingque did not find it in the first two years, but when Zhang Ping revealed it, Yu Jingque began to wait patiently.
In four years, Yu Jingque’s dream came true.
But looking at Chen Xiqiao in front of him, Yu Jingque said: "If I had known it was you behind this, I would rather wait another four years."
"wait?"
"You can't afford to wait. You have hatred in your heart, don't you?"
Every word Chen Xiqiao said exposed Yu Jingque.
"So what, if you see through me, what can I do? Can Manjusri survive?"
"Can you bring her back to life?"
Yu Jingque suppressed his anger. For several years, Yu Jingque could not forget it.
Taking this path was Yu Jingque’s own choice and not influenced by anyone else.
"You knew it was me a long time ago, but you haven't seen me all the time. Are you afraid of seeing me, right?" Yu Jingque said mockingly.
Zhang Ping said he wanted to take Yu Jingque to see Xuehu, but then he disappeared. Zhang Ping told Yu Jingque that it was because Xuehu was worried about safety.
Yu Jingque understood it very well at the time. After all, there were so many dangers in this business, so there was nothing wrong with being careful.
Now it seems that Xuehu is worried about safety, but what he is worried about is not exposure, but Yu Jingque himself.
Chen Xiqiao did not explain, but admitted directly: "Yes, I am worried. I am worried that you will kill me."
"You are not wrong to worry. If I had seen you at that time, I would have killed you." Zhang Ping's death made Yu Jingque learn a lot of things, including these changes.
"But I never expected that you could actually find me. It's unexpected." Chen Xiqiao looked at Yu Jingque, and he really felt that it was unexpected.
He couldn't see Yu Jingque, otherwise this would be the situation today.
He wanted to hide here and wait until the news of the police department's search passed, then he would leave, and then find someone to contact Yu Jingque, so as to restore contact with Yu Jingque.
By then, even if Yu Jingque gets his photo from the Secret Service, Chen Xiqiao will have already left here, and Yu Jingque will be disappointed if he comes.
But Chen Xiqiao never expected that Yu Jingque would actually come looking for him in such a short period of time.
Yu Jingque snorted coldly and said: "Is it difficult to use the ability of the Secret Service Division to investigate your photos?"
After hearing Yu Jingque's words, Chen Xiqiao suddenly realized.
"Good boy, now I kind of believe Zhang Ping's words. You are indeed talented. You dare to ride on the special service department's coattails."
"It seems that it was you who led them to find my residence so quickly."
Chen Xiqiao already understood Yu Jingque's plan in his heart, but he could not hide his surprise.
Are you brave?
It's too big, Yu Jingque's trick...
If you play well, you will be like an antelope hanging its horns, taking the wrong approach with your sword, and winning by surprise.
If you don't play well, you will set yourself on fire, trap yourself in a cocoon, and dig your own grave.
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