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Mr. 11 still doesn't say anything about those things.If he had to, he could pretend he hadn't heard anything today, in order to preserve Tazito's dignity.

It was Tazito who asked first, "Would you mind lying down?"

Mr. 11 gave an ah in surprise, and said, "No." As if he had just remembered that lying down is more comfortable than sitting up for human beings.

They lay lumbering on their sides, and Mr. Eleven rewrapped the two coats, one under his body and the other around Tazito.This makes it warm between them, and only the exposed heads can feel a little cold.

Tazito said he wanted to sleep for a while, and Mr. 11 offered his arm for a pillow.

There was silence between them for 10 minutes.When even the air thought they were falling asleep, Tazito's voice came out suddenly: "Don't keep looking at me."

Mr. 11: "I thought human beings sleep with their eyes closed."

Tazito turned over anxiously, looking up at the dark cave roof.He was addicted to cigarettes, and he was in a bad state. He really wanted to chew something to relieve his anxiety.Even tobacco is fine.

"I can't sleep," he said.

Mr. 11 is not surprised by this.After all, too much pain.If he insisted on being uncovered one by one in front of others, God knows what he has been through for so many years.He patted Tazito's shoulder and squeezed it hard.

"You heard everything they said today."

Mr. 11 hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes."

Tazito chuckled lightly, with self-mockery in his voice.He said, "I didn't know there was someone around Carl. Fuck... I should have killed him myself."

"He's a total jerk," Mr 11 said.

Tazito took a deep breath, his breath trembling.He was suppressing his extreme emotions and couldn't restrain himself from thinking about what he had experienced.He thought he was already strong enough to handle this.However, when the old matter was brought up again in this way, he realized that the wound was a bit deep.Someone forcibly pulled it away, stabbed it deeply, and rubbed it back and forth a few times.It really fucking hurts.

"My dad..." He said a few words and gritted his teeth.He found himself wanting to cry, and frowned in self-loathing.

"He was always thinking about how to make a lot of money. My mother said I was like him. I have been thinking about how to make a lot of money all my life. We also went the same evil way. He joined the gang when I was very young." Looking sideways at Mr. 11, "You call us gangsters."

In the dark, he couldn't see Mr. 11's face clearly.But he could feel that the other party was watching him and listening carefully.It was the first time he mentioned this to anyone.He didn't know why, but he just wanted to say it.

Tazito: "My mother had a big fight with him when she found out. I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and heard them arguing. Dad said you don't understand, Caitlin, it's too late, if you quit now, 'Boss 'Won't let me off. He also said that the 'boss' promised that if he did his job we would make a fortune. Then my mom found me at the door. She was furious, I thought she was mad because I eavesdropped , I realized later that she was angry with my father. She said he was selfish and didn't understand what we wanted at all."

"But mother forgave him anyway. She's always been like that, and she's a good woman. The best woman in the world."

"I disagree with that," said Mr. Eleven. "Lian Kate Jones is the best woman in the world."

That made Tazito laugh.He shook his head, feeling his eyes warm as he laughed.

"Jessica Telles is, bastard... I like her as a policewoman, and she's a doctor."

"It seems that you are very researched," Mr. 11 said, "You convinced me."

Tazito shook his head slightly again.The remaining smile dissipated the hostility in his eyes.

"What happened later?" Mr. 11 asked.Unlike usual, tonight there was a soft timbre in his voice.It seems that in this cold and rainy night, such tenderness is worthy of a warm embrace.

Tazito fell into short memories again.

"Later, my dad wanted to do something big. He always wanted to attract the attention of the 'boss' and get reused. He heard that their old enemy had a shipment arriving at the port, and thought it was an opportunity, so he went to rob with his friends. Goods. As a result, the matter was revealed and his friend was killed. He escaped alone and felt that he could not lose so much, so he reported the group of people to the police. The business was caught by the police. Guess what, it wasn’t him family business, but Sergey's family business. He reported on his own boss. Who would believe that he was not a traitor."

Mr. 11: "It's rare. I can't imagine how he would do such a thing."

Tazito: "He, a little leader, can hear some inside information, and he is not just guessing. He thought he would make a great contribution. Then they started hunting down my father. And me, and my mother."

"He killed my mother. If he was alive, I..." Tazito's breath stopped short, anger interrupted by the fantasy of "if my father was alive."He froze for a few seconds before finally saying, "I'm still going to be happy. I'm going to beat him up, but I'm still going to be happy."

He sniffed.The subject made him vulnerable.

"I know." Mr. Eleven said.

"Damn..." Tazito cursed softly, "I heard his voice... This must be an illusion, right, I can't remember his voice..." He cursed again, gritted his teeth, and let out tears.

In the dark, Mr. 11 looked at him worriedly.He has a hundred ways to prove that the father's voice that Tazito heard today was synthesized by AI.But that wasn't what Tazito needed to know now.

It was the first time he had seen Tazito like this.Even Mr. 11, who was able to handle the forced landing of the aircraft, felt a little at a loss.He hesitated for a moment, tried to tighten his arms, and hugged Tazito tightly.

"I know," he said.

Tazito's body stiffened under this symbolic comforting hug.He suddenly realized that he was crying and looked like he needed to be comforted.There was a momentary struggle in his head, telling himself that this was a little too much.

However, Mr. 11's powerful arms are like a depraved, invisible comfort zone.In this comfort zone, he is allowed to be afraid of the cold, forgiving to be vulnerable, and there will be no consequences for crying.He is no longer someone's boss, he is just Tazito.

This comfort zone is so deep that it is difficult to extricate himself, and Tazito can only indulge himself.His willpower collapsed, and his body slowly relaxed.He's feeling better, less about to cry, but the remaining excitement is still throbbing in his chest.In the dark, he was face to face with Mr. 11, his breathing was hot, and his chest was rising and falling faster.

Mr. 11 also looked at him seriously, and gently stroked his hair with his fingers, bringing a gentle touch.

No one knew who initiated it, they kissed together suddenly.