Jiang Heng was close at hand, and his hot breath brushed Li Zan's cheek.
Because he was so close, Li Zan could clearly see the color of Jiang Heng's eyes. He originally thought they were gray, but now he discovered that there were a few dark green spots deep inside the gray, with many beautiful patterns printed inside like glass beads.
Li Zan's Adam's apple rolled, and he found that his breathing and Jiang Heng's breathing were intertwined.
"Let go." He blinked and said, "Let me see."
Jiang Heng let go, Li Zan calmed down and watched the video.
In the video, there is a girl with a broken body. She suffers when she wakes up, resists when drug addiction attacks, and cries bitterly after giving up on herself. The video has been edited to only about ten minutes, but for the girl in the video,
She experienced two weeks and fourteen days.
On the fourteenth day, August 26, 2013, the girl inserted the sharpened chopsticks into her neck. Blood flowed all over the floor and overflowed the screen. However, the girl was not dead yet. Her chest was heaving violently and she was struggling in pain.
He died of excessive blood loss after 4 hours.
During these fourteen days, the girl sharpened the chopsticks she had secretly hidden every day. She thought that her kidnappers wanted to torture her, and that there was no surveillance, so even her death had to be secretive.
The actual surveillance video has long been recorded. Someone behind the screen watched her despair with cold eyes, watched her hide even to commit suicide, watched her bleed all over the floor, and finally died cold and lonely.
The content of the picture is unbearable to read. I sympathize with the poor girl in the video, but I am also more afraid of the murderer behind the video.
This method is cold-blooded and cruel, without a trace of humanity. Even though Li Zan has handled countless vicious cases, he still feels disgusted.
He knows that drug dealers use cruel methods to commit crimes, but if they are used on a young girl, it will inevitably make people angry.
If the girl in the video were his family, he would be mad with hatred.
If you are a relative, every time you watch the video, you will experience a pain like the skin and marrow of the vertebrae, and you can't wait to rush in and replace it with your own body. But this time was 5 years ago, mortals have no ability to go back in time, and high technology can only make people
Watching the death of a loved one over and over again, I was helpless and tortured.
"August 26 is Jiang Xing's national calendar birthday. She only celebrates the national calendar birthday, which is different from others." Jiang Heng stated: "It took her a long time to get Ms. Liang to agree to hold a barbecue party in the back garden of her home.
The invitations were sent out a month in advance. Her friends and relatives... were all ready."
Except for Jiang Heng's low and steady voice, there was no other sound in the house. It was silent, but the cheers of children and the elderly floated in from the balcony. They created a bustle that did not belong to them in the silent space, adding a few rays of sadness.
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Jiang Heng's expression was very calm, but Li Zan caught a glimpse of his hands trembling, indicating the turmoil in his heart at the moment.
Jiang Heng took out a cigarette and turned on the lighter. Before he lit it, he asked: "Do you mind?"
Li Zan: "Give me one."
Two cigarettes were lit, and smoke as fine as white sand lingered between the two.
Jiang Heng smoked heavily and said: "In those few years, I traveled all over the world, and occasionally went back to see each other. Jiang Heng sent an email a month in advance for half a month, telling me not to forget it. But she died.
That month, I was in a place where there was no communication, and Ms. Liang couldn’t contact me even though she tried her best.”
He was taken away from his birth and received a so-called elite family education, so he was not very close to his biological mother.
By then he was an adult, rebellious by nature, pursuing freedom, excitement, and accustomed to wandering and adventure. If his father hadn't died of a sudden illness and he had to go back to take charge of the family business, he might never have had the opportunity to get to know his biological mother and biological sister.
Jiang Heng is young and has rules and regulations. He is lively, outgoing, smart and generous. As the youngest, he often takes care of Ms. Liang. The relationship between Jiang Heng and Ms. Liang in those few years was awkward. One wanted to please but had no rules.
One has long since grown up and does not long for maternal love, and the two parties are often unable to have normal conversations.
Only when Jiang Yun is around, the atmosphere becomes ice and water melts.
She always tried her best to maintain a lively atmosphere, like a busy bee sending messages back and forth, explaining and comforting her, trying her best to resolve the estrangement between mother and son.
She is a little angel.
"I just arrived on the day of her funeral!"
We could only see each other for the last time in the cemetery, couldn't hug him again, couldn't give him a belated birthday gift.
That's his biological sister!
He even hugged Jiang Yun when she was born.
Those are his relatives whose blood is thicker than water.
"Even if I come back two days early, she won't die."
With his ability, he can definitely rescue Jiang Xing. As long as he is rescued, there is hope for people alive. Drugs can be quit, the injured body can be recuperated, and the broken mind can be repaired, as long as people are alive.
But he was late.
Veins popped out on the back of Jiang Heng's hand: "After Jiang Yu's affair was settled, I began to investigate the cause of her death. I found this video on the drug black market, and Jiang Yu's death process was sold as a curiosity film!!"
He was furious, and his eyes turned rich dark green due to emotion.
Jiang Heng pursued all the way, first the source of the video and then the drug trafficking channel. He sent people to investigate in Yuejiang City at that time, and it turned out that the traces of the murderer behind Jiang Heng's death had disappeared in Yuejiang City.
So he kept checking foreign drug markets. It wasn't until the recent update of global drug information that he got a trace of the murderer, and Jiang Heng came to Yuejiang City in person.
Jiang Heng raised his left hand and pressed it against his temple. The cigarette was held between his index and middle fingers, and the white smoke covered his expression.
Li Zan raised his eyelids and looked over. His eyes fell on Jiang Heng's index finger and thumb. There were very obvious thick calluses on the pads of the two fingers. The thick calluses were more conspicuous on the white skin, and there were many others around them.
Small scars, burn scars.
Those are the traces left by years of playing with guns and knives.
Li Zan said: "She won't blame you."
Hearing this, Jiang Heng looked back at him: "She doesn't blame me, I blame myself."
Li Zan was not good at comforting others. When he met the victims' families in the bureau, he would try his best to avoid them, pushing his colleagues to stand in front of him and take care of the victims' families for him. He was afraid that if his comfort failed, he would poison himself, which would involve the bureau and be complained to.
Right now, there is a family member of the victim who needs comfort. They are the only two in the room, which shows that the situation cannot be avoided.
Li Zan thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and looked at it. The information page showed that they were all reminders for phone bills and sales promotions. It was estimated that there would be no news from the branch for a while. So he picked up the cold beer on the table, raised it and said: "Drink with you.
One game."
Jiang Heng: "..." He has never seen a worse way of comfort than Li Zan.
After turning off the video, Jiang Heng raised his ice beer. Before he could take a sip, Li Zan's beer can was stretched out in front of him. He smiled and touched the aluminum can in his hand.
With a slight knock, they separated quickly.
The body of the cold beer can is covered with a thick layer of condensed water vapor. When you hold it in your hand, it feels cool at first, and then becomes sticky. However, when the wine enters the throat, it is cool and refreshing, stimulating the internal organs and brain. To a certain extent, it is true.
It can eliminate people's sorrow.
A 500ml can of cold beer could be finished in a few sips. Li Zan became addicted to drinking, and went back to take out all the cold beer from the refrigerator. During this period, he was not satisfied with the drink, so he went back to the bedroom and rummaged under the bed to find 60-proof liquor.
At first, I mixed it with some cold beer or Sprite, and later I simply drank white wine as boiled water.
Both of them have unusually good drinking abilities.
Jiang Heng had seen Li Zan's good drinking ability in the nightclub, but he didn't expect that Li Zan could even drink liquor without blushing. Now he was feeling competitive, so he dug out the liquor he had hidden and mixed it with some ice water to drink.
They are all grown men, and the double sofa is a bit narrow for them. Sitting next to each other seems quite cramped. If they move too much, they will touch each other. However, they got drunk and couldn't help but gesticulate during the conversation.
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Sometimes there will be overly ambiguous gestures of who is on top of whom.
Jiang Heng squinted his eyes, a little drunk. His dark green eyes were stained with a dense color due to his drunkenness. Because his skin is too white, a light pink will appear when he drinks too much wine.
The layer of pink spreads from the cheeks to the neck and collarbone under the black sweater. When he tilts his head to drink, his Adam's apple is exposed and rolls up and down with the swallowing movement. His thin lips are stained with water and seem to be shiny. He lowers his eyes and looks long.
Her eyelashes were spread down, like a butterfly resting on them.
A word suddenly appeared in Li Zan's mind: brilliance.
With a 'bang', the aluminum can in his hand fell to the ground, and the amber beer gurgled out with white bubbles, like the unexplainable and quietly growing feelings in the dark night. The feelings overflowed and brewed in the drunkenness.
A fragrant taste.
Li Zan leaned back against the armrest of the sofa, staring at Jiang Heng without blinking. He heard the chirping of insects outside the balcony, and thought that spring had really arrived. The air was a little hot, and he thought about the weather this year.
It's so weird, the dryness of summer comes just after spring arrives.
There were the sounds of cars and children playing outside, as well as the smell of food coming from the neighbor opposite and the sound of TV playing. The sound was a bit loud, and the family didn't notice it. It seemed like someone was protesting.
The way to protest was to play the violin on the balcony. The violin sounded like playing cotton. It was humming and low-pitched, as if an old man was crying in the wind. He didn't even cry hard.
It sounds like I can't breathe, and it sounds uncomfortable.
Li Zan didn't know what he was thinking, his mind was in chaos. He hadn't been drunk for a long time, and now he realized that he should be drunk.
My limbs were as limp as balloons stuffed with hydrogen. I couldn't control myself, so I staggered and fell down when I walked.
"I won't drink anymore. I'll go back to my room and sleep."
He thought he had gotten up and was walking back to his room. In fact, he moved his hands and feet twice and stopped moving. His eyes were still staring at Jiang Heng unblinkingly.
Jiang Heng was smiling, sexy, charming and alluring. Alcohol allowed him to peel off the gentle coat that usually restrained himself. At this time, even if he was sitting still, he was too strong to disobey.
The sparkling gems make it even more dazzling when you smile.
Li Zan thought so.
Seeing Jiang Heng's arm supporting the sofa, he slowly stood up and came closer. His handsome face was close at hand, and his cold palm was pressed against his cheek. Li Zan didn't move, without struggling or refusing. He found something out of his chaotic consciousness.
Sober, he wanted to know what Jiang Heng wanted to do.
Jiang Heng lowered his head, and his lips that smelled of whiskey were cold and pressed against Li Zan's lips. He looked at Li Zan steadily, his dark green eyes radiating the light of hunting in the dark night.
Li Zan narrowed his eyes. Even if he was drunk, his sharpness and aggressive nature would not diminish.
This is a man.
This is a man who is as sharp as a blade and as violent as a gun and fire.
This is Li Zan, Captain Li.
Jiang Heng felt that he was drunk, half drunk on the strong wine and half drunk on Li Zan's soft lips.
Li Zan opened his lips, then stretched out his hand to hold the back of Jiang Heng's head, touched the soft and fluffy hair, slid down the skull and held it on his neck. His tongue touched Jiang Heng's lips, tasting the fragrant wine and touching a splash of wine.
spark.
Jiang Heng did not hesitate to give in, holding Li Zan's head in both hands, and his tongue flexibly entangled Li Zan's tongue, like a Spanish bullfight, where strength and murderous intent coexisted, and life and death danced together.
In temptations, battles, attacks and retreats, one party will always lose, but no one wants to be suppressed.
After the fierceness, it is as soft and tender as water.
Li Zan's tense emotions gradually relaxed, he closed his eyes, indulged in enjoyment, and then, in extreme relaxation and comfort, he fell into a drunken sleep.
After a long time, Jiang Heng let go of Li Zan and did nothing else when he saw that he was fast asleep.
Even if he wanted to do something further, he was unable to do so because he drank too much.
Jiang Heng hugged Li Zan and slept together on the narrow sofa.
At this time, the sound of the TV outside the balcony was turned down, and the saw-like sound of the violin also stopped. This quarrel, which was not fought directly across the room, was won by the violinist who was shivering from the unpleasant sound.
The author has something to say: Sorry, the update is late today.
