My rival fell in love with me at first sight [Unlimited]

Lin Huan and the mysterious instructor did not only meet once.

In the spring of the following year, the three-stage screening by the Bureau of Investigation was completed. After Lin Huan failed the selection, he was recommended by various levels as a fighting instructor of an external private organization, and returned to the base camp to go through the transfer procedures.

He went early, and the team hadn't assembled yet. After wandering around for a few days, he found a solemn mountain cemetery next to the camp.

Lin Huanchang walked there alone until one day, across the green pine forest, he saw him again.

His car was parked under the stone steps, and he got out of the car, still wearing a mask on his face, holding a bouquet of snow-white flowers in his arms.

Accompanied by a military chief, he climbed up the stairs and stopped in front of a new monument.

He stared at the monument for a long time, and gently placed the flowers in his arms under the tombstone.

The chief said to him: "Ghost, we are all very sorry about Liu."

His eyes were burning and he didn't speak.

The chief tentatively asked: "When all the team members are assembled, I allow you to pick someone from the entire base camp. As long as you like it, you can choose to fill Liu's vacancy, how about it?"

"No, chief." He said politely and coldly: "The nine elites of Suzaku are not soldiers at all. You think too highly of us."

"What do you mean?"

"We all have families, relatives and friends. We have already left them all behind, but we still let us forget ourselves." He paused, and gave a very light smile: "People are selfish, you shouldn't Use honor to confuse these upright young people, let them take a lifetime oath to dedicate all their precious things under the premise of not knowing anything."

The chief's face gradually changed: "Ghost, even if you are not a soldier, you are still fighting for the country! You actually say such nonsense that slanders the country and selfishness? If even you and I don't want to contribute to the motherland... "

He sighed, interrupted him, and followed his words: "If even you and I are unwilling to contribute to the motherland, who can defend our country's peace? Protect the happiness of our people? But the chief...you probably Do you know what kind of crime Liu is carrying?"

The chief was stunned, and his tone sank: "He is a martyr."

"Well, he has such a big son." The ghost compared his chest: "I have seen him. He was in junior high school. He didn't learn well in fights and got into trouble several times. I asked him what he thought of his father. He refused to answer, and only told me when he was in a hurry that his father is a bad person and a wanted criminal, because his father, classmates, and neighbors all looked down on him, and he hated him."

The ghost stared at the tombstone and was silent for a while: "Liu has always had a wish, that one day he would die outside, and that the country could rectify his name for him, and he could be an upright person, but now...there is only one ridiculous sign on the martyr's tombstone." code name, and Shang Yingjie is still a wanted criminal, from beginning to end."

The chief also looked at the word "Liu" on the tombstone, and said slowly: "I'm really sorry for this matter. It was forced by the situation and had no choice." The chief raised his head with a firm expression: "But for the motherland, Liu's position is Someone must take the lead, ghost, as the new instructor of the Suzaku team, you shouldn't get emotional and affect the overall situation."

"I know." He smiled with his eyes bent, stood at attention in a military posture, and said shortly and loudly: "Chief, I apply to replace Liu, please approve it!"

The chief was startled, and his eyes widened: "You?"

"Chief, am I not qualified!"

"...Of course you are qualified, but you know how difficult and dangerous Liu's position is. You are already Suzaku's 'ghost', why bother..."

"Please approve the chief!"

"..."

"Then I will take it as your approval, and I will send the report as soon as possible. For the other ghost's position, I will submit the selected candidate to the organization."

The chief shook his hand uneasy: "Don't make impulsive decisions, your Suzaku team is not part of the Bureau of Investigation, and I only have the right to make suggestions to the superiors. You can think about it when you go back." Then he went down the steps to the car. Walk.

Standing on the high steps, he said with crooked eyes, "Chief, then I won't see you off. I want to talk to Comrade Shang Yingjie again."

He sat by the grave all afternoon.

In the evening, under the soft light of the setting sun, the tombstone, the pine forest, and even his silhouette were covered with a light layer of red gold. He sighed slightly, and finally stood up.

Just when Lin Huan thought he would leave like this, he stood up straight and saluted the tombstone.

Lin Huan heard him say: "Goodbye, friend. Maybe your name will be forgotten by colleagues, by the motherland, and even by relatives, but I will always remember you. From now on, everyone who inherits the word 'Liu' All soldiers will always remember you.

"rest in peace."

……

Lin Huan leads the team overseas all the year round and participates in various international-level physical competitions.

They fought in the dangerous and uninhabited tropical rainforest and Gobi desert, conducted physical training in the polar regions, in the air, and in the sea, and saw many lives and deaths along the way.

Lin Huan has a habit.

Whether it was teammates or ordinary people, if Lin Huan witnessed their deaths, he would carefully bury them if he had time and conditions, and pay a military salute and say a few words in front of their graves.

Tracing back to the source, this habit came from him.

Lin Huan remembered the scene behind the pine forest, as if he remembered the farewell at the seaside. This scene touched him so much that he began to feel relieved that he was not selected as the successor member of the Suzaku team by the ghost.

That's not contempt from above, but sincere protection.After all, only those who have experienced it will know that entering this industry means being smashed, and there has never been a way out.

Lin Huan heard that ethereal voice again, as if it came from the bottom of his heart: "Why are you curious about his name?"

"No, it's not his name that I'm curious about."

"what is that?"

"Just him."

"What does that mean?"

"...he is lonely and indifferent, but he has the greatest compassion."

"He is like me in different situations, and he is far more experienced and mature than me."

"I want to get close to him and get to know him, even if we will never meet."

"There is no one in this world that I care about so much."

"Yes...never."

……

Feeling the bumps below him, Lin Huan slowly opened his eyes.

Those broken fragments and whispered conversations recede like a tide, and the clear and bright real world rushes forward.

Actually... Another dream?

Looking around, he was sitting in a minibus, driving on a remote mountain road.

The road was an asphalt road, which hadn't been repaired for some time, and some weeds even appeared on the road surface, so the bumps along the way were severe.

There are green mountain scenery on both sides of the road, it is autumn, it is the old green and yellow of the mountains, and there is a bleak vegetation in the air.

There are no road signs, no human footprints, and no plot introduction. The system only announced the name of this dungeon at the end of the last dungeon: Evergreen Funeral.

So is this going to a funeral home?

Lin Huan habitually looked to the side, and there was an empty seat. He was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly in the moving carriage.

There are only six people in the car, including the driver. In the front row is a woman in her 60s and [-]s, wearing a gray wool hat; in the same row is a young girl with short hair, with a neat demeanor; And a boy of eighteen or nineteen with glasses.

Xiao Yiyou is not here! ?

I still remember at the end of the last dungeon, he tried his best to intercept the grenade and disappeared into the dark waves. No matter how hard Lin Huan tried, he couldn't find him. Could it be...he really died?

How could he die so easily?

"Lin Huan? Sit down first." The short-haired girl in the same row said softly to him.

Seeing her concerned expression, Lin Huan realized his gaffe: "Do you recognize me?"

"Of course." The girl smiled and said, "You introduced yourself in front of everyone."

Lin Huan smiled wryly: "Oh." Why did he even forget this.

The girl extended her hand in a friendly way: "Then let me introduce myself, my name is Weiwei, and I'm a police officer."

"Hello." Lin Huan shook hands with her, "Why are the police also in the game?"

"Who knows." Weiwei shrugged, "I was chasing a burglar, a van ran a red light, and I ended up here."

"……Oh."

It seems that the composition of the players is not necessarily patients, criminals, and hooligans. To be precise, it should be all the dying people related to them.

Weiwei: "You were restless just now, what are you looking for?"

"It's nothing, I'm a little worried about my companions from the previous dungeon."

"The No.1?"

Lin Huan was slightly surprised: "How do you know?"

Weiwei smiled: "Three rounds of warm-up, I see that you two have a tacit understanding together."

Lin Huan: "..."

"Don't worry, the players who formed the previous team may be separated by the system, and my previous partner is not here. As long as he didn't die in the last copy, you still have a chance to meet."

Lin Huan was silent: "I hope so."

A moment later, the bus got off the tarmac and turned into a more secluded path.The road here is completely dirt, and the dense branches and leaves on both sides scrape and cut the car body, making small crackling noises.

The middle-aged woman in the front row and the man with glasses in the back row were also woken up one after another.Everyone looked at each other and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

Weiwei spoke softly to Lin Huan: "Speaking of this dungeon, do you feel that there are too few players?"

Lin Huan made a "hmm".

Indeed, at the beginning of this round, there were only five people in the car, and the system did not announce the number of players.

In addition to the number of people, there is another point that Lin Huan is very concerned about: each of them has an unusually large suitcase on the luggage rack above them.In addition, Lin Huan also brought a briefcase, which was placed on the side of the seat.

He opened the briefcase, and there was a stack of thick documents inside. The first one he took out was his own resume.

There is a photo of Lin Huan on his resume, and he describes his experience as a fighting instructor in great detail.

The competition intention is: security guard, bodyguard, driver.

Lin Huan flipped through the resume repeatedly, and was puzzled for a while.

While he was reading the documents, the yellow hair in the back row also woke up.He scratched his messy hair with his hands, saw the environment clearly, and swears in a low voice.

Five seconds later, he stood up in the rickety car and walked straight across the aisle to the driver.

"Hey! Where is this?"

The driver was wearing a hat and mask, staring straight ahead, turning a deaf ear to Huangmao's ferocious questioning.

"I...Damn." Probably because he had never been treated like air before, Huang Mao showed an unbelievable expression, and said several bad words in succession.

"Didn't you see your father and me?" He swung his arm and lifted the driver's hat off.

With just one glance, he was so scared that he took two steps back.

The driver has no hair.

And his bald head is not round—the brow bone goes up, and the whole hollow becomes a big soup bowl with a wide mouth.

It's like being hit with an iron rod in the head, breaking the hard skull, but the scalp is still intact.

Huang Mao is a gangster, he has been fighting for half his life, what kind of hammered head has he never seen before?

But facing this deflated head, his teeth began to chatter: this person is like this, how can he still live?