star hunter

"Yes, I can't hide these things from you." Zhong Yuncong laughed at himself, a little bit like breaking the can, "So, I definitely want Xie Cheng."

The way Zhang Jiahe looked at him was like looking at a crying child asking for a toy: "What if Dad doesn't give it?"

Zhong Yuncong was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Since this is the case, then I have no choice but to use some means?"

Zhang Jiahe laughed: "What method? Acting like a baby?"

Zhong Yuncong also smiled: "Maybe you forgot, but I am a supernatural person after all."

Zhang Jiahe took a deep look at him, and said with a faint smile, "Of course I haven't forgotten."

Zhong Yuncong was about to say something, but suddenly pressed his temples, his eyes suddenly lost focus, his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, it took a lot of effort to lift them up, and he glanced at Zhang Jiahe: "...you drugged me?"

Zhang Jiahe just smiled and said nothing, just tilted his head slightly, raised his chin, and then, Yirou walked in from the door in panic, and when he met Zhong Yuncong, he looked ashamed: "Yun Cong, I'm sorry, I……"

Zhong Yun knew it clearly, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, I understand, you don't have to blame yourself."

Yirou was startled, then lowered her head, sobs came out of her throat one after another, depressing and dull.

Zhong Yuncong seemed to want to comfort her, but he couldn't hold on any longer. He lay on the pillow, propping his head up with one hand weakly, looking drowsy.

Zhang Jiahe raised half of his eyebrows, wondering if there were too many sleeping pills in the bowl of porridge?But even if it's a little too much, it's okay, that little dose won't cause any serious problems.

He still hoped that Zhong Yuncong could survive.

So he stood up and took two steps closer to the bed, his voice was as kind as ever: "Sleep when you're sleepy, don't think about what you have or what you don't have."

Zhong Yuncong's hand seemed to be unable to support it anymore, slipped, and his head fell heavily on the pillow. He struggled for a while with his eyes half-opened, and finally closed them unwillingly.

Zhang Jiahe sighed, seeing that his face was covered with rashes and dying, after all he was raised since childhood, Zhang Jiahe still felt distressed, and stretched out his hand to caress his face.

Zhong Yuncong's low-grade fever and cold sweat did not fade away, and his cheeks were wet and cold. Zhang Jiahe felt uncomfortable when he touched him, and when he was about to shrink back, his wrist was caught off guard.

"You..." He stared at the person lying on the bed in astonishment, and the latter slowly opened his eyes with clarity.

"I vomited that bowl of porridge after eating it." Zhong Yuncong smiled, "I didn't think it tasted very good at that time."

Zhang Jiahe's complexion was unpredictable, and finally fixed on a helpless smile: "You kid, you have been picky eaters since you were a child, and you still have this problem when you grow up."

Zhong Yun was weak from the beginning, and came here on the pretext, suddenly felt a little nauseous.

It may be the sequelae of the forced vomiting just now, or it may be because of the gun that Zhang Jiahe was pointing at.

Zhong Yuncong realized that he really didn't know this old man. He was a father and son who had been fighting for more than 20 years, but he never knew that he was a person who could point a gun at you while asking about your health.

Seeing this, Yirou behind Zhang Jiahe didn't bother to pretend to cry, and panicked: "Yun Cong!"

Zhong Yuncong laughed dumbfounded: So the old man is still hiding something, no wonder he is so confident.

Although he clasped Zhang Jiahe's wrist, it was just an ordinary hand, without a knife or a gun, and he didn't even have much strength, so there was really nothing he could do about him for a while.

Zhang Jiahe still had a smile on his face, and his muzzle was still very steady: "Be obedient, okay? I really don't want our father and son to become like this."

Zhong Yuncong was almost annoyed by the old man: Who is this?He lied to him, used him, plotted against him, and did the same thing again, but now the tone was very innocent, as if he was the one who forced him to do it.

Really shameless.

Zhong Yuncong spat secretly, then immediately raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If you want to shoot, you have to do it before it's too late, otherwise..."

When he spoke, his eyes and tone were very calm, but Zhang Jiahe felt that this son was quite strange, and his demeanor was like a snake spit out a letter, ready to open its mouth and pounce on him at any time.

Probably because of this inexplicable fear, he shook his hand, and actually pulled the trigger. The bullet roared out, and flew towards Zhong Yuncong's eyebrows menacingly.

Zhang Jiahe was a little dazed. If this happened, the child would have to die.

In fact, he really didn't want him to die...

Yirou looked at this scene in horror, as if she saw the god of death appearing wielding a sickle, and covered her mouth unconsciously; Zhong Yuncong was also staring at the bullet, even more focused than her, as if it was the bullet that his father had made for him. The paper airplane he made when he was a child, not the weapon that came to take his life.

Tears slid out of his eyes, Zhang Jiahe couldn't bear to close his eyes.

And Zhong Yuncong blinked.

What happened next was just like magic... No, magic is not so absurd, perhaps only science fiction movies can compare - the unstoppable bullet braked without warning when it approached Zhong Yuncong's eyebrows , Then, it turned a corner sharply, and returned to the Zhang family and there aggressively.

Yirou, who witnessed all this, felt that her jaw was about to drop to the ground.

When Zhang Jiahe felt severe pain in his left chest, he didn't even know what happened. He first glanced reflexively at the bleeding chest, and then looked at Zhong Yuncong in disbelief.

The latter ignored him, but looked at Yan Yirou, and motioned for her to pick up the gun that Zhang Jiahe dropped on the ground just now, and handed it to him.

After Zhong Yuncong took the gun, he felt more at ease. Feng Shui took turns, and now it was his turn to point the gun at Zhang Jiahe's muzzle. Although the latter had already fallen to the ground with serious injuries, Zhong Yuncong felt more at ease.

"I just found the place where Ren Jie was imprisoned from his memory." Zhong Yuncong added after explaining the location, "He may still be delirious at the moment, you are a nurse, you should know How to wake him up quickly."

Yirou nodded nervously.

Zhong Yuncong smiled at her: "Go."

After Yirou left, he and Zhang Jiahe were left in the room. The latter collapsed on the ground with a pool of blood under his body. If it wasn't for his body twitching occasionally, people would think he was already a corpse. up.

But Zhong Yuncong knew that he would not die in a short time. At that moment, he thought about whether to kill him completely, but in the end, the bullet still missed his heart by a few centimeters.

He still has something to ask him.

There was a strong smell of blood in the room, and Zhong Yuncong's fingers holding the gun were a little stiff, but he still didn't dare to relax his vigilance, although the Zhang family and his half-dead look really didn't look like he could still pull out the storm.

In fact, he has a question to ask right now, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing to ask.

The low fever continued, and his head became more and more dizzy. Just when he was worried that he would not be able to hold on any longer, Yirou carried Ren Jie back.

Ren Jie's situation is not much better than his. He must have taken a larger dose of stabilizer than Zhong Yuncong. He has been in a coma for a long time, and he is still in a dazed state now.

Zhong Yuncong finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them, he got out of bed with difficulty, and helped Yirou to settle Ren Jie. After a while, Ren Jie's eyes finally had a spot of focus. Turning to look at Zhong Yuncong: "...you finally woke up? I thought you..."

Zhong Yun was very moved from the bottom of his heart, if it wasn't for him, Ren Jie wouldn't be overwhelmed.

"It's okay, I won't die for a while." He put his hands on Ren Jie's shoulders, and began to talk about business, "Xie Cheng is the person who manages the bureau."

This information first awakened the dazed Ren Jie a little bit.

He quickly understood what Zhong Yuncong meant, and his previous concerns were completely dispelled.

He was also very straightforward, standing up with soft shoulders: "Then I will go and release him now.

Zhong Yuncong nodded in relief, and seeing his strenuous appearance, he couldn't help asking: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, just a little dizzy, just walk around." Ren Jie smiled, then turned his face to Yirou and said, "Help me."

Yirou carefully helped him out, Zhong Yuncong watched the two of them back, and let out a breath slowly.

Just when they were about to step out of the room, the person lying on the ground suddenly moved, and then Zhong Yuncong heard his voice: "Ren Jie...do you really want to help you kill your mother and enemy?"

Zhong Yuncong's gun was always pointed at the back of the old man's head. If he wanted, he could turn him into a dead dog before he finished speaking.

But Zhong Yun never did that, not because he couldn't bear it, but because he felt that doing so would make him feel very guilty.

As if he did something wrong.

Besides, Ren Jie is also qualified to know how his mother died.

But no matter how he enlightened and persuaded himself, the moment Ren Jie turned around and looked at him, his confidence still flinched a bit.

Ren Jie's eyes showed that he was hovering on the verge of collapse, and urgently needed a negative answer to overthrow everything, so he looked at Zhong Yuncong almost beggingly, hoping that he could give the answer he wanted.

But Zhong Yuncong let him down, he was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely: "Yes, I killed Ms. He."

Ren Jie's figure swayed violently, and Yirou hurriedly supported her. Her eyes wandered back and forth between them, and she never expected that this secret, which she was trembling with fear, was suddenly revealed at this moment.

Zhang Jiahe let out a strange laugh, his blood flowed a lot, and he said intermittently: "Now... are you still going to... help him?"

Zhong Yun glanced at him expressionlessly, then explained the process of He Huiqiong's assassination of Zong Zhengzheng in a few words, and finally added: "You know why he said this at this time, right? How to do it, think about it.”

Ren Jie's face was pale, and for a moment, his eyes fell on his face stiffly: "...Why did you tell me earlier? Don't you dare?"

"I want to say, but it's always..." Zhong Yuncong's voice lowered involuntarily, "I didn't find a chance."

He knew it sounded fake, but it was true.

Sure enough, Ren Jie sneered.

"What would you do if I couldn't figure it out?"

He looked straight into Zhong Yuncong's eyes, the latter's complexion darkened, and he closed his eyes: "Then I will force you to do it. Not for myself, but for many people."

Ren Jie hesitated for a moment, then looked at the gun in his hand and laughed: "Zhong Yuncong, the death of my parents seems to have something to do with you."

His words made Zhong Yuncong not know what to say for a while, but Yirou frowned: "Ren Jie, when is it... What are you talking about? Hurry up..."

"Yirou," Ren Jie shook his head, "You don't look surprised at all, don't you already know?"

Shutting her mouth softly.

Zhang Jiahe added in a timely manner: "Miss Yirou... at this time, you can always tell him his mother's last words, right?"

Yirou became more and more flustered, Ren Jie looked sullen: "I think, I should still have the right to know about it?"

Under invisible pressure, Yirou had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "She said...you must avenge your parents."

Yes, this was the last sentence He Huiqiong left behind. She thought that this sentence would harm Ren Jie, so she planned to bury it in her heart forever, but she didn't expect... Zhang Jiahe also heard it.

Zhang Jiahe continued to fan the flames: "Ren Jie...Are you going to disobey your mother's words?"

Zhong Yuncong sighed deeply: "Ren Jie, if you hate me, I have nothing to say, but just treat it as shameless, I can't give you my life back now... In the future, if If we can all survive, you can settle this account with me."

Ren Jie's eyes were as dark as water, and he didn't say a word.

While waiting for him to make a decision, Zhong Yuncong took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't calm himself down. He staggered a few steps and stood still in front of Zhang Jiahe, who tried his best to lift his hand. Eyes, the eyes of both sides collided.

Zhong Yuncong squatted down, but he was still condescending, but his question seemed a little humble.

"Father... this is the last time I will call you that." His voice was a little trembling, "During those past days, what did you think of me? A cat? A dog? Or a well-raised little white mouse? "