Sapphire case

42.

The sound of bullets breaking through the speed of sound suddenly sounded, and Jiang Cheng, who was jumping out of the car in a hurry, stopped suddenly!

Jiang Cheng looked up in horror, the garden house that was common in the Jinzhou Concession stood majestically in the morning light, and the cold sunlight was passing through the golden hollowed-out guardrail on the terrace, blurring his vision for a moment.The terrace full of exotic flowers is Jiang Cheng's pointing sign every time he arrives here, showing where his desire and Gu Sheng are.Gunshots were coming from there.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore?

After so many years, he finally decided to end this absurd tragedy with his own hands?

Jiang Cheng staggered down from the side of the car, put his hands on the courtyard wall and stopped for half a second, then ran away!

He was in time, he should be in time.He should have time before everything is completely irreversible.

Gu Sheng didn't have a gun!

Not only did he not have a gun, nor did he have a knife, he didn't have any guns or cold weapons, and he couldn't even find something that would kill someone quickly, but he wanted to kill a grown man like Jiang Zhiya with his bare hands. Physical condition, the possibility is basically zero!

That was not the gunshot from Gu Sheng, but the warning gun of a foreign military police!

...Jiang Cheng's guess was right. After two shots, gunpowder smoke came out from the muzzle of the captain of the guard. Song Shuzhen's face turned pale, and she slumped to the ground with half-raised hands.

The hall fell into suffocating silence. Jiang Zhiya glanced at the woman coldly, but did not move. At the same time, there was another burst of shouting mixed with various languages ​​from far to near. The guard in the hall quickly pointed his gun at the door. , and then the dusty man rushed towards the black muzzle of the gun!

The man raised the Grew 5.6mm automatic gun in his hand, and walked into the door step by step from the steps with a gloomy expression.

"Jiliang!"

Just as Jiang Zhiya blurted out the words, the woman who was on the ground seemed to have been injected with a strong dose of medicine in the heart, suddenly jumped up, and was about to grab the collar of her youngest son's hospital gown, with a strange groan coming from her throat Exhale: "Jiang Cheng...you actually...you...Jiang Cheng!"

Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, the muscles on his face visibly twitched, then he pressed her hand and brushed her away!

"The person you are looking for is me, not here."

Gu Sheng walked through the winding corridors inside the embassy. His figure was thin but light, avoiding the officials passing by. His eyes were so clear that he didn't look like someone who had been ill for a long time.

In fact the wound underneath him was sore, probably open, but he didn't care about it at all.Gu Sheng has always been a person who is very good at enduring pain. He treats himself a hundred times more fiercely than others. The bloody case seven years ago is vivid in his memory. He uses the most unforgettable memory to force himself. In the body, adrenaline rushes through the muscles, and here and now, the culprit of everything is right in front of your eyes.

——He saw Jiang Zhiya.

And at the same time as the hatred came, it was a bone-chilling calmness.

The place where Gu Sheng came out along the corridor of the single room was not a good place to hide. In fact, the entire second floor is designed as a circular corridor, and the middle hall is ten meters high. There is no place around the railing for temporary hiding at all. cover body.

The next moment, Gu Sheng bumped into Song Shuzhen's eyes head-on!

What happened next, in Jiang Cheng's memory many years later, is like waking up from a nightmare. The ferocious blood and gunshots broke through the blockade of memory, almost piercing everything about him. .

Song Shuzhen suddenly went berserk, threw off her high heels and rushed up the stairs screaming and cursing. Jiang Zhiya was the first to react and rushed to stop her. Jiang Cheng ran up the stairs from the other side—he It was because he clearly saw that Gu Sheng was standing facing Song's direction, Jiang Cheng was so nervous at that moment, and the ominous premonition clung to him tightly after many years.

At that time, Gu Sheng was wearing white clothes and trousers, and a thin and tall figure stood alone in front of him. That image was engraved on Jiang Cheng's retina at that moment, and it has been repeated in every dream since then.

Every time, Gu Sheng turned around with such a blank expression, quickly dodged his movements, and the Gelug stuck in his waist twirled in his hand in an instant, and pointed forward in an instant!

Gu Sheng's hands look very beautiful from a distance, with long and slender fingers and well-defined joints. Under the shining lights in the hall, there is a stream of white porcelain. The light is transmitted from his wrist to the barrel of the gun, and finally carried by a bullet at [-] kilometers per second The second cut through the air, penetrated into the woman's wide open mouth, and nailed into the heart of the man behind!

Gu Sheng clutched the gun, turned around and flashed into the aisle, that moment was like lightning, the young man standing quietly in the aisle seemed to have never appeared, Jiang Cheng forgot the direction he should go in an instant, and only men and women were left in front of him. Fallen picture.

Jiang Cheng paused for a moment, and put the gun in his hand back to his waist——before he got out of the car, he asked Lao Zhao, who came to pick him up, for two Grew 5.6mm of the same shape. "It's not the same product at all. The authentic German product has better performance than the domestic one.

Just in case, he held one in his hand and hid the other in his waist, and Gu Sheng seemed to understand what he was doing, and he hardly hesitated the moment he switched hands and drew the gun.

Instant attack, instant success.

…It’s just that for some reason, watching him disappear before his eyes, Jiang Cheng’s heart was empty, and even a star of absurd lightness floated from the depths.

Looking from the inside of the building, the place where Gu Sheng stayed for a week was a simple remodeled storage room. The back corridor of the corridor connects the stairs and the ventilation window at the end. The gunshot woke up the doctor who was sleeping in the room.

Du Han had a bad intuition, so he jumped up from his chair and rushed out the door. Just as he was running quickly to the outer corridor, a figure approached him from the front and passed by in an instant. The glass window next to a person's height fired three shots in a row, jumped over the guardrail, and hit his elbow hard on the crack. The glass slag all over the sky reflected splashes of blood. Leaned out the window and fell suddenly!

"Gu Sheng!"

"Gu Sheng!—"

Du Han heard his own voice, but at the same time heard another male voice overlapping with his voice. Du Han suddenly turned his head, but his body was staggered by the crowd running behind him, and he had to stick against the wall. The man at the front of the crowd, who also looked very tall among the foreign soldiers, stopped suddenly, and after an unknown amount of time, he turned his face slowly.

Dr. Du, who has seen countless times of life and death in his ten years of medical practice, swears that it is the most indescribable, almost inhuman expression he has ever seen on a living person's face, mixed with countless complex emotions so that it is blurred, The moment you see it is enough to feel the collapse of the heart of the person in front of you.

Gritting hatred, anger, heartache, sadness and desolation merged into a kind of bewildered almost at a loss. He saw Jiang Cheng wave his hand at him, and his voice was clear and piercing through the chaotic flow of people: "The wounded are downstairs."

Song Zhao followed Jiang Cheng all the way to the embassy. At this point in the situation, he had exhausted his benevolence. Commander-in-Chief Jiang personally came forward, so it was really inconvenient for him, an outsider, to participate more.It's just that some kind of unspeakable uneasiness was always dormant in his heart, disturbing his mind, so he ordered the car to be parked outside the embassy, ​​intending to wait for the matter to be settled before thinking about it.

He heard a series of gunshots, and felt more and more ominous, so he had to get into the car, fished out a cigarette, and snapped it himself.

The driver, Old Wu, turned to greet him: "Master?"

Song Zhao propped his elbows on the window frame and took a deep breath of cigarette, looked with deep brows and eyes for no answer, then opened his eyes again.

Old Wu asked: "Jiang Shao sent someone to follow, are you going home now, or go directly to the airport?"

"Go home." Song Zhao breathed out, and said casually, he suddenly caught sight of something, and quickly stopped Lao Wu, who started the car, "Wait!" He took a deep breath, pinched his cigarette: "...I suddenly remembered a There is an important thing, you get out of the car first, and I will go by myself."

He sent Lao Wu away, jumped into the driver's seat, stepped on the clutch, pulled up the handbrake, hit the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel!

The old domestic car made screeching tire rubbing noises on the road, then turned around and stopped under the glass window on the other side of the building. The branch that came out suddenly swung across the front of the yard and jumped from the door of the backyard!

Song Zhao stretched out his hand to open the back seat door, poked his head out of the car window to greet him: "Gu Sheng! Get in the car!"

……

Song Zhao didn't know what kind of nerves he had.

He actually took the initiative to ask to help the person who committed a terrible thing get out.

Probably because he was really desperate, Gu Sheng stared at him and hesitated for a few seconds, then got into the car as he said.

Therefore, the young man who was hidden by Jiang Shao like antique porcelain was sitting in the back seat of his special car, his chest was heaving violently, and his eyes were heavy, he didn't know what he was thinking.

He was wearing a white shirt that was obviously too thin in today's weather, the sleeves were rolled up, and there were several long wounds that were still oozing blood on his pale arms. Perhaps the heat from the strenuous exercise just now was quickly eaten away by the cold, and he looked a little bit Shaking uncontrollably.

Song Zhao lost his position the moment he asked him to get in the car—or when he went to Jiang Cheng for the second time, his crazy compassion had already ruled his entire behavior. Right now, Song Zhao is extremely magnanimous, The current Gu Sheng is not a "precious little lover who can't even move his big brother", but just an ordinary young man who he wants to lend a helping hand out of compassion.

Song Zhao looked at him from the rearview mirror and felt uncomfortable, but he felt extremely happy.He directly took off his wool coat, turned around and threw it on Gu Sheng, shivering suddenly: "...Cover it!"

He never expected that when he threw it casually, Gu Sheng suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood!

Song Zhao slammed on the brakes in horror, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you? Huh? Are you injured?"

"...It's not my blood, it's okay." Gu Sheng withdrew his hand from his coat and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.Song Zhao hurriedly took out the handkerchief from his watch pocket and handed it to him. Gu Sheng took it and thanked him in a low voice.

However, this statement did not comfort Song Zhao much. He started the car again and kept looking back.

Gu Sheng bandaged his arm with the handkerchief, it might be really cold, so he put on his coat.

Song Zhao's height can only be considered medium among northerners, and his build is also moderate, but his tailor-made jacket is as wide as an empty shell when it is put on Gu Sheng's body.

Young actors have always been on the thin side. Years of poor food and hard living conditions in the troupe made them unable to gain weight no matter what. Song Zhao admired the beauty of this juvenile body, but at this moment Gu Sheng was like this. It was a little too much, he couldn't figure out how Jiang Cheng could be so cruel to such a person.

Even if this person bears a lot of blood debts, even if everyone wants to get it and kill him.

But I still feel, Song Zhao thought, that even making him suffer is a sin.

Among them, who dares to say that his hands are not stained with the blood of innocent people, who dares to say that he is upright, great, bright, and upright?

There is no justice in the world, everyone only represents their own interests.

Gu Sheng, Jiang Cheng, Jiang Zhiya, Song Shuzhen, and Song Zhao himself are all the same.Who has the power to judge who is right or wrong?Because it has been planted, it has continued from fate to the present, that's all.

Gu Sheng took a breath, looked at the gradually unfamiliar scenery outside the car window, and asked Song Zhao, "...Why did you help me?"

Song Zhao's hand on the steering wheel paused for a moment, said "Here we are", stopped the car by the river, got out of the car and opened the door for him in the back seat, and then made a move that Gu Sheng never dreamed of——

He stretched out his index finger to symbolically seal Gu Sheng's lips, then bent down and kissed him lightly on the cheek next to the corner of his mouth.

The author has something to say:

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