The First Light

House in Lang Khun on a rainy and sultry afternoon in the seaside town of Thailand

After lunch, when Ah Rui was lying down reading a book, Sujiao knocked on the door and came in, saying that Lang Kun had something to do with him.

Ah Rui put down his book and came to Lang Kun's room. At this time, he was sitting at the table writing with a brush.Ah Rui sat on the chair opposite Lang Kun, without making any sound.

"I'm Chinese, but it's a pity that I can't even write Chinese characters well. Ah Rui, come and see if I can read my characters?" Lang Kun motioned Sujiao to go out, then stood up.

Ah Rui knew that Lang Kun could only speak but not write Chinese. There were many rumors about it. Some said that his Chinese mother taught him, and others said that his Chinese nanny taught him.A Rui stood up, and looked down at Lang Kun's desk case. The brush writing on it was ugly, crooked like a kindergarten child's scribbled.

"Do you know him?" Lang Kun asked.

"know."

"Tell me." Lang Kun asked expectantly, "What do these two words read?"

Ah Rui thought for a while, arranged the two Chinese characters into one word in his mind, and said casually, "Nine Zhangs."

"in turn."

"Zhang Jiu?" Ah Rui asked.

"Well, Zhang Jiu." Lang Kun sat down, as if he breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

"Who is Zhang Jiu?"

"Me." Lang Kun asked Ah Rui to sit down, "Lang Kun is not my real name, Zhang Jiu is my real name. It should be given by my mother, maybe it is, maybe someone else. In fact, my name is Zhang Jiu. You are the second person I know, Ah Rui, who knows my real name."

"Why are you telling me this."

"It's nothing, I just wanted to tell you." Lang Kun stood up again and walked to the window, "City L, in the northeast of China, is a big city with a population of several million. Ah Rui, do you know where it is?"

"I've heard of it." Ah Rui replied.

"Ah Rui, where are you from?"

"Hubei people." A Rui said flatly.

"Hubei, is it far from the northeast?" Lang Kun said, laughing himself, "It should be far away."

In the corridor, Yanling passed by and saw Sujiao suspiciously pawing at Lang Kun's door.

"What are you doing?" Yanling asked in a low voice as she passed by.

"Eavesdropping." Sujiao turned her head, covered her mouth with her hands, and smiled.

"Eavesdropping on what?" Yanling wanted to open the door and go in.

Sujiao stopped her, "Lang Kun, he is very funny. He started to write on the notebook with a brush this morning. He wrote a lot, and the handwriting was very ugly. He even asked me to call Ah Rui. He was probably asking Ah Rui if he wrote well. .”

Upon hearing this, Yanling smiled and shook her head, then turned and left.

Sujiao looked at Yanling's back, the smile on her face disappeared.

In the office of the anti-drug brigade at the border of Yunnan, the team leader Xu Shaofei hadn't closed his eyes for several days. His old Nokia mobile phone hadn't moved, which made him anxious and couldn't let it go.

The other identical mobile phone is in the hands of "Poppy". Poppy is an anti-narcotics policeman lurking in the Golden Triangle area. He has been in single-line contact with Xu Shaofei for many years. There are many drug-related transport gangs.

Xu Shaofei is the contact person of "Poppy". All the intelligence information of the two is transmitted in ciphertext through mobile phone text messages. The safety of "Poppy" is Xu Shaofei's biggest concern, especially last time when the information came from the poppy. , Said that the little poison king Langkun intends to send people to L city in mainland China to carry out activities, which made Xu Shaofei a little nervous. Yu Meiren herself is from L city, does this mean that the little poison king has already doubted his identity, and sent People used to investigate in the past, or people who had no doubts but were sent to China, if they found traces of Poppy's life in L City, then the safety of Poppy in Thailand would be regarded as a huge problem.

The phone finally rang after Xu Shaofei watched it for a long time, and the information from there was completely beyond Xu Shaofei's expectation.

The old town of L City is noisy at night, especially "Zhijiachang", where all the food and night markets in the entire L City are spontaneously gathered in the horizontal and vertical hutong streets.

In front of a barbecue stand, there were several small tables crowded together. Zhang Chen squeezed for a long time before grabbing a dirty table. Guo Yang sat opposite him, and the two ordered a table of barbecue and beer.

"Is this car yours?" Zhang Chen asked with wide eyes, "Damn it, then you are really rich."

"I lent the car to my sister-in-law's brother. He is a policeman, so I thought you might be a policeman too."

"Zhu Xiong?"

Guo Yang picked up the wine glass and nodded: "Yes, that's him."

"That's our team leader." Zhang Chen also raised his cup at the right time, touched Guo Yang's cup, and asked, "How did you know that it was your car? We changed the license plate when we used it."

"There's a scratch on the back door, and it hasn't been repaired." Guo Yang said, taking a sip, "What are you doing at the winery today?"

"Pretend to be a rich man. The mission we borrowed your car to perform was completed and it was a great success. I boldly borrowed your car from the leader for a few more days. I wanted to use it as a background, take pictures, send it to Moments, and participate in The activities of some of you upper-class people are like today's wine party."

Guo Yang wanted to have fun, but held back: "You went to that reception just to drink?"

"Well, isn't it just for nothing?"

"Yes, it's free. It's similar to a supermarket. Try it." Guo Yang said, recalling Zhang Chen's drinking at the reception in the afternoon, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to laugh.

Zhang Chen's face began to turn red, Guo Yang stared at him for a while, and knew that it was not because he was embarrassed to hear what he said, but because the red wine just now was getting stronger, which was a bit hot.

"Hey, let me say, your grappling is really good, and your skills are good!" Zhang Chen took the initiative to have another drink with Guo Yang.

"It's okay." Guo Yang nodded without elaborating, and took a sip.

Zhang Chen felt a little dizzy, and whispered, "Brother, besides selling red wine, what else do you do?"

"what?"

"I mean, are you some kind of wrestler? Or a fighting coach?" Zhang Chen asked.

"How could it be, I'm not." Guo Yang waved his hands quickly. In fact, he himself didn't know where the inspiration came from in the afternoon, so he let a criminal policeman fall to the ground for a long time.

"Then what did you do before?" Zhang Chen asked.

Guo Yang suddenly couldn't say anything. After thinking for a long time, he still told the truth. For some reason, he felt that Zhang Chen looked so familiar. Maybe he had seen it before, or knew him. There is such a sense of security for him.

"Amnesia!" Zhang Chen was startled, "Then you must be in pain!"

Guo Yang looked at the surprised eyes around him in embarrassment: "It's okay. That... What kind of mission are you performing?" He was eager to change the subject, but he didn't expect that Zhang Chen didn't hear it at all. It talked endlessly about the painful life of amnesiacs and how to recover their memories.

"I also studied psychology. Don't think that I studied criminal psychology at the police academy." Zhang Chen said while waving his hands, "I'll tell you..."

"My problem is not psychological."

"Yes, it's on your organs. You have a problem with the infrastructure that produces mental activities." Zhang Chen said, putting his hands on his temples, and said half drunk, "You! Your brain is broken!"

As soon as he said this, a big brother at the next table almost stuck a string of mutton directly down his throat.Another round of surprised eyes came, like a spotlight, flashing so hard that Guo Yang couldn't open his eyes.

"Well, are you drinking too much? I'll take you back."

"No! It's only two bottles!" Zhang Chen pointed to the empty bottles on the table, "I'm fine with one box."

Guo Yang looked Zhang Chen's physique up and down, and thought, your sex is not caused by these two bottles of beer, but by the red wine just now!

"Don't...don't interrupt me all the time. Let me tell you, it can be cured if the brain is broken. In the human brain, the link responsible for memory is... what is it?" Zhang Chenzui Xunxun Looking at Guo Yang, "Do you still remember?"

"How would I know!"

"You don't know either?" Zhang Chen shook his head, "What's the matter...forget it..." Zhang Chen raised his head with a smile, looked straight at Guo Yang and said, "You don't need to know... Anyway, you I can't remember either."

The voice of this sentence is not loud, at least not as loud as the words "Amnesia!" A tornado.

This smiling face, this familiar and friendly face since daytime, coupled with that smile, coupled with that sentence: You don't need to know, you can't remember anyway.

Guo Yang didn't know the reason. When the above conditions were all met, a fierce hatred appeared in his heart. This person was not his good memory! "Hate! I hate him! I hate him so much!" Within a few seconds, Guo Yang was so angry that his teeth were itching, and his fists were clenched in hatred. He couldn't control himself, he couldn't control at all.

While Zhang Chen was still trying to stuff meat into his mouth, Guo Yang stood up suddenly and strangled his neck with both hands.