Han Baiyi had been standing in the corridor, with staff coming and going around him, and the scene was being cleaned up.
Except for the blood stains that were swept away, the broken corridors and balconies everywhere, and the human-shaped potholes made by Han Baiyi, nothing seemed to have happened.
I don't know how long it took, but Han Baiyi rubbed his face vigorously, tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and walked home as if nothing had happened.
After returning home, he took off his shoes at the entrance. As soon as Han Baiyi walked into the living room, he saw Yang Xiaoyu and Li Yuelu sitting upright in the living room.
With eyesight that is far beyond ordinary people, with just one glance, he saw that the glass door of the living room facing the outer balcony was shattered on the floor, and large pieces of wall covering fell from the ceiling and walls. All kinds of fragile objects were not spared, and all the fragments were destroyed.
Yang Xiaoyu and the others swept into the corner.
In order to prevent fires, the surrounding communities were forced to cut off power. The afternoon sun was slightly dim, making the house a little uncertain.
The three of them were silent to each other.
Han Baiyi pursed his lips, as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end he couldn't speak.
There are too many secrets in him, both outside and inside.
Of course he can cover up the past with lies for a while, but one lie often requires more lies to cover up.
So the easiest people to deceive in this world are always family members.
The hardest thing to deceive is your family.
"White clothes..."
Li Yuelu was silent for a while and then spoke first.
Han Baiyi pursed his lips slightly.
Growing up, when his mother called him that, she either wanted to be beaten or she wanted to say something serious.
Li Yuelu held her hands tightly on her legs, with some hesitation and struggle in her voice, and called him in a voice that was almost pleading.
"That person today didn't come...to see you, right?"
He paused in the middle of the sentence and swallowed the word "kill".
Even a discerning person could see that with such a loud explosion outside and so many police officers coming behind, blocking and talking, it was clear that she looked like a major case, and there was no way that the person outside was looking for her son.
Chatting about things.
But even so, she was not willing to put the word of murder on her son easily.
A bad sign.
If possible, she would rather her son never have anything to do with this kind of thing.
As a parent, you only wish for so many things in your life, and naturally your only wish for your children is safety.
Seeing that Han Baiyi was silent, Li Yuelu tried to stabilize her mood and asked with a difficult smile: "Is... is it because of your work? Can we stop doing it?"
"Our family, our family's situation is actually quite comfortable. I didn't tell you before because I was afraid that you would be a bad learner...Last year, your dad bought you a villa in Dongfang Waihuan.
I’ll give you a surprise after you and Xiaoyu get married, and I’ll have a car too..."
Han Baiyi grinned, wanting to laugh a little.
He is not a child anymore, so he cannot even judge the situation of his own family.
But when he lowered his head and looked at Li Yuelu's hard-to-maintain smile, he suddenly stopped laughing.
I felt both aggrieved and helpless.
Who would have thought that extraordinary beings, in this so-called era of mysterious resurgence, not only do not represent superiority and the token of the upper class, but are instead a disease that kills people.
If it hadn't been for today's sudden incident, Han Baiyi might still be urging Yang Xiaoyu to practice more diligently until now, and secretly feel proud of his so-called 'foresight' in his heart.
The slap Liu Zhi brought today can be said to be very loud.
He, Han Baiyi, is a mortal after all.
Without the countless deaths and struggles recorded in national records as a warning, who would have known that this extraordinary ability would become more life-threatening the more you practice it and get stronger?
No wonder the Special Branch maintains so many "elderly residents" and keeps them under constant surveillance.
Emotions are just time bombs one after another.
But he couldn't say any of these things. The confidentiality regulations were clearly signed. If he didn't want his parents' freedom to be monitored in the future, he couldn't say a word.
So Han Baiyi took a deep breath:
"actually......"
"mom!"
Yang Xiaoyu suddenly straightened up and interrupted.
Li Yuelu paused and her eyes were attracted, while Han Baiyi looked at her doubtfully.
Yang Xiaoyu changed her usual playful and carefree attitude and had a serious look on her face.
"This matter actually involves some secrets. We can only tell you part of it."
Li Yuelu wanted to say something, but Yang Xiaoyu stopped her with her eyes and spoke slowly:
"Didn't I mention before that I was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination? I applied for the cryptography major. Because my scores in mathematics and communication principles were relatively high, I later had an opportunity for an early interview..."
Yang Xiaoyu's face became extremely serious, and she was making up a story while thinking about it. Her expression was so perfect.
Han Baiyi stood aside with an expressionless face.
When old comrade Li Yuelu heard about such a high-level and confidential major as 'cryptography', a complex expression of pain and confusion suddenly appeared on his face.
For people like Comrade Li from poor peasant families of the older generation, when they were young, the most popular rumors were about various secret incidents among senior intellectuals.
It was a special time at that time, and such confidential matters were too far away from them, so the more they seemed to half understand, the more outrageous the rumors spread.
This memory has not faded even decades later. Instead, it has been transformed into various spy novels, movies and TV series, which often accompany many middle-aged and elderly people on their mobile phones and TV screens.
Actually, most of it is nonsense.
But no matter what, they just stuck with this.
Han Baiyi just tensed up his facial muscles, watching Yang Xiaoyu speak seriously, all kinds of deception.
"...After I accidentally picked up the confidential personnel's personal notes, I didn't think it was a big deal. Unexpectedly, as soon as Han Baiyi and I returned to the rental house, people from the Xia'an Bureau came to our door.
"Yang Xiaoyu's little face was full of grievances, and she looked like she was about to cry. "Actually, I didn't write anything down at the time. I just picked it up, looked at it twice, and then put it on the trash can."
"As a result, because I had been admitted in advance to the cryptography major, and Han Baiyi was a double major in German and psychology, we were invited to work after three reviews." Yang Xiaoyu looked helpless like a little drama queen.
Sighing, "No one expected that the matter would be so serious. Now that something like this has happened, we can only live in the special family community of Xia'an Bureau."
"Oh, by the way. Mom, the documents we brought back before are also real, but many of them have confidentiality regulations signed, and we can't say anything. But after completing this decoding project, we can transfer to other places.
I will no longer be exposed to these things.”
After listening to this, Li Yuelu also looked like she was lamenting the impermanence of life.
Han Baiyi secretly covered his face.
Why didn't he realize that his mother was so cute and cute before?!
If you are a non-military major, you still want to apply for a secondary military major like cryptography? Isn’t that nonsense?
But Li Yuelu doesn't necessarily go to their school once a semester. She only has a technical secondary school degree, and she doesn't know the classification of so many majors. Naturally, she doesn't know the differences between these majors. She only thinks that first-class universities like Han Baiyi and others are good.
It is quite reasonable for Miaozi to be favored by the country.
Although Han Baiyi felt a little funny, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
Regardless of the work content, the work location, or the staff, Yang Xiaoyu used the "confidentiality regulations" to get through.
Although this is not considered insurance, at least it is a first step to leave an explanation for the family.
When Yang Xiaoyu finished compiling and was sighing with his head down, old comrade Li Yuelu even had an expression of kindness and worry on his face, and gently took Yang Xiaoyu's hand:
"Little rain..."
Li Yuelu was about to say something when she heard a sudden explosion and roar behind her, and her words suddenly stuck in her mouth.
There was a loud bang, and all the glass was shattered, leaving only the open-air sliding door with a steel frame that creaked and bent.
A figure in a white dress covered her eyes with her arms and suddenly jumped from the balcony of the opposite building into the living room of Han Baiyi's house.
"Hehehehe...hehehehe...hahahahaha..."
Nan Zhaowen spread his arms, revealing his ugly face with a slightly protruding chin, and bursts of strange smiles came from his mouth.
His eyes were already red, with black vertical pupils like snakes, and his cold gaze swept across the whole place.
The chaotic ideas in his body bloomed wildly, and the strong wind pressure blew away the debris and dust originally piled in the corner. If it weren't for the slightly cute white bloody dress, the whole person would be like a devil.
Nan Zhaowen's eyes swept over Yang Xiaoyu's dull face and slim body without concealment, and then glanced in the direction of Han Baiyi, murmuring in a low voice, but as loud as Hong Zhongdalu.
"Be miserable."
"Be chaotic."
"Cry."
"Feel the humiliation and inferiority I have experienced!!"
His eyes were wide with excitement, and he was eager to enjoy what was about to happen next.
Bear the ultimate psychological pain, then turn into a demon and be swallowed by me!
This is your destiny!
"Han Bai..."
Sawdust was flying.
The wooden floor where Han Baiyi was standing suddenly dented a hole as wide as his head.
The figure suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Nan Zhaowen's voice suddenly paused.
When he reappeared, a big hand suddenly appeared in front of Nan Zhaowen's eyes. He cracked his cheekbones with a crunch, and his fingers were deeply embedded in his skull. Only a pair of frightened and dazed eyes were exposed. He was about to say what he was about to say.
The word 'clothes' is stuck in my throat.
What's going on? What's going on?
Is it a trap?!
Someone is protecting him!
Until this moment, Nan Zhaowen couldn't believe that this was Han Baiyi himself, whom he had been coveting for almost half a month.
"Woooooooooo..."
Nan Zhaowen sobbed hard.
His nose, which had been crushed by the palm, and his mouth, which was tightly blocked, almost made him suffocate.
Han Baiyi's face was expressionless, and he exerted slight pressure on his palms. Nan Zhaowen's skull, which was only slightly dizzy after smashing the steel and concrete, suddenly made a crunching sound as fragile as biscuits, as if a shaky boat on the wild waves of the sea was about to be slammed at any time.
A crushing sound.
Bang.
Han Baiyi pushed him into the wall and used his body to grind the brick wall into pieces.
He stretched out his arms stiffly and embedded him inside.
His tone was so cold that it could almost liquefy helium.