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There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom. Ye Zhen was standing naked under the shower, with a tightly bandaged arm supporting the wall. He raised his head and let the water flow from his cheeks to his chest, taking away the frozen body. blood.

If this scene is seen by the painter, he will definitely be warmly praised and painted with passion.But now there is no one else in the bathroom except Ye Zhen, and no one notices the teenager's tired panting and despair.

Ye Zhen lowered his head, the water rushed against the top of his head, flowing down in strings from his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

He would have had a chance to kill Yamaji Jin, but he didn't.

He didn't take his chances.

The most painful feeling in the world is regret. If he had killed the humanoid monster directly, if he had shot Shandi Jin in the first place...

Ye Zhen let out a long, beast-like hoarse sigh, raised his head, closed his eyes, let the water hit his face for a while, then turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom.

There was a quarrel in the living room outside the door, and two men in gray uniforms were standing irritably, exactly the same as the National Security Bureau staff I saw at the warehouse site today.Both of them were carrying suitcases, trying to explain something to Long Jiwei, but their expressions were not very good-looking.

Ye Zhen was bare-chested, wearing trousers and slippers, and was walking towards the bedroom while wiping his hair with a large towel.At this time, a staff member saw him and shouted in a very bad tone: "Hey! Wait!"

Ye Zhen stopped in his tracks, his eyes indifferent.

"Come here! Come here!"

Ye Zhen didn't move, but looked at Long Jiwei.

Long Jiwei sat on the sofa, with his back turned to him, and asked the staff member coldly: "Are you planning to stay in my house and shout at my adopted son?"

The man became angry and said with embarrassment: "Long Chu, I know you have objections, but according to regulations, he must go to Beijing with us for questioning. He almost started a diplomatic war. The embassy has already protested against us." ..."

Long Jiwei said: "Xuanlin has already told you the specific situation."

Xuan Lin put his head on Long Jiwei's lap and played PSP, with a bored expression on his face.

But everyone in the living room knows that it is because of this man sitting here that they dare not act rashly. Even if Long Jiwei is determined not to hand over the juvenile murderer today, they cannot forcibly obey his family. With people.

Long Jiwei fled from Beijing back then, traveling thousands of miles and starry nights. Japan sent countless agents to block him, and the Ninth Division sent countless people to look for him, but Xuanlin just moved his fingers, and those elites all became the ones who were responsible for fighting. Five scum.

The two staff members looked at each other, and one of them held back his breath and said: "But Long Chu, we haven't even seen the person involved, how can we explain to the Beijing side when we go back? How can we explain to the Japanese? This time, the director of the Shandi Consortium Almost died..."

Long Jiwei said indifferently: "When they released the C-level failed products to harm people, did you ever think about how to explain to me?"

staff member:"……"

Ye Zhen stared at them, let out a snort from his nose, walked into the room and slammed the door hard.

The argument in the living room was still going on, Ye Zhen fell on the bed face up, staring at the ceiling.

Within a few minutes, the door was knocked twice, and then pushed open confidently.

Xuan Lin walked in with a plate of fried rice with eggs, and said happily: "This is fried by your dearest father, you don't have to eat it if you think it tastes bad..."

Ye Zhen grabbed the spoon and devoured it hungrily.

Xuan Lin opened two more bottles of beer, one for himself and one for Ye Zhen, and said, "Boys should learn to drink, come and taste."

Ye Zhen couldn't hold anything in his left hand, so he put down the spoon in his right hand, took a sip of beer, and said, "It tastes weird, it's different from our time."

Xuan Lin disagreed: "Humanity's brewing technology is improving."

The father and son sat opposite each other for a while, Ye Zhen swallowed a mouthful of food, and said in a low voice, "Go and tell Long Jiwei to stop arguing with those two people, I can go with them and explain the problem... Anyway, I'm not wrong."

Xuanlin didn't lift his eyelids, and let out a faint "Oh?"

"If they don't believe it, ask that Shandiren to come face to face with me."

Xuanlin said "Oh?" again, and seemed to find it very interesting for a while, and asked, "Then you took the opportunity to kill him?"

Ye Zhen: "..."

Ye Zhen's small thoughts were decisively seen through, and his head drooped.

"You are very similar to the previous Long Jiwei. If no one restrains you, maybe you will be the second Long Jiwei in the future." Xuanlin shook the beer bottle, crossed Erlang's legs leisurely, and said, "It's a pity that you are unlucky. My dear father, I am under supervision."

Ye Zhen immediately protested: "Why don't you supervise Long Jiwei?"

"..." Unexpectedly, Xuanlin was silent for a moment, "—I have no choice. I can't do it."

After a while he explained: "I was controlled by him at the time, and I have always liked him very much. I will help him accomplish whatever he wants to do, no matter it is right or wrong...Having hatred in his heart and doing whatever he wants has formed his heart. Ruthless and extreme personality."

Ye Zhen squinted at Xuanlin: "Long Jiwei is not like this."

"That's because of time. You don't know, Long Jiwei's sister..."

Xuan Lin paused, as if choosing words: "Long Jiwei's sister died at the hands of the Japanese."

Ye Zhen froze for a moment.

"That was a long time ago, at least it was a long time ago for human beings... Since then he learned to revenge and kill, and I helped him kill. He became more and more indifferent, moody and numb, He doesn't take human life seriously. Do you know that Uncle Chu in Beijing who often calls him? That person was almost killed by him..."

With round eyes, Ye Zhen asked, "Why?!"

"Let's go."

Ye Zhen: "..."

"But Chu Ci is a good person." Xuan Lin commented again.

Ye Zhen had an expression of "the adult's world is so dirty and I'm desperate for this society".

Xuanlin said angrily: "Can you stop putting on a face of a middle school boy! Do you know that Shenma is a middle school boy? It means that the level of thinking will always stay in the summer of the second year of middle school, also known as the second year of middle school disease." The patient recovered naturally after being beaten up by a mature adult like my father..."

Ye Zhen immediately retorted: "Adults who play PSP in front of the guests should be more secondary! Long Jiwei's thigh hurts a lot from your pressure, do you know that!"

"Didn't Long Jiwei's thigh be held by you all the time, little brat? Mommy is in charge of something, you'll be in the second grade for the rest of your life!"

The father and son looked at each other viciously, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, like two big roosters who had lost their fight.

Long Jiwei's voice came faintly from the living room: "Is there anything else? You can go if you have nothing to do. Please help me close the door from the outside..."

The people from the National Security Bureau were about to go crazy, and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Chu Long, you are forcing us to jump off the building! Ye Shisan! Student Ye Shisan, come out!..."

The corner of Ye Zhen's mouth twitched, and he suddenly fell heavily on the bed, frustrated: "Why am I not a second-generation official like Mao Qingxi! Killing two little devils and being taught by you one by one! It's so boring!"

Xuan Lin instantly flipped the table over: "Aren't you fucking the second generation of officials—! Junior Ye Shisan, I'm warning you! Your great father and I are a genuine, genuine... ..."

The deafening sound of the mobile phone came from the living room, interrupting Xuanlin's passionate speech.

A staff member quickly picked up the phone, and after a few times, the voice suddenly changed.

"What did you say, what do you want to express in person, condolences?!...Where are they already, downstairs?! Director Long Jiu's downstairs?!"

The bedroom door opened, and the heads of Xuan Lin and Ye Zhen appeared in the corner of the wall, one close to the other, their expressions full of curiosity.

The staff member hung up the phone with a look of extreme confusion on his face.

"Department Long... Director Long Jiu," he swallowed reluctantly, and said, "The Japanese mountain family sent a representative to visit your adopted son Ye Shisan Primary School. They... well, they have come to you Downstairs."

Long Jiwei: "..."

Xuanlin: "..."

The living room was dead silent.

Junior student Ye Shisan coughed, walked to the porch, put on his shoes carefully, tightened the bandage on his left arm, turned around, and said calmly: "Uncle, may I ask, who is the person named Shandi downstairs who is here to lead the job?" die?"

The surname of the person who came to lead the death was not Shandi, but Heize.

Kurosawa was wearing a dark sheepskin coat, buckskin gloves, and held a black umbrella in his hand.

The sky did not know when the fine snow fell. Ye Zhen was only wearing a single shirt, and walked forward with his arms folded. He looked up at Kuisawa for a while, and asked in confusion, "Isn't your name Gu Chuan?"

Kurosawa lowered his head slightly, his facial features were stern, his eyes were sharp, his skin was evenly bronzed, and the lines of his facial features were as hard as if cut by a knife.There are fine lines between his brows accumulated by the perennial coercion of the superior, which gives people a very cold and hard feeling without anger and prestige.

The dim streetlights cast a shadow on half of his face, and it took him a while to hear him say calmly: "My name is Kurosawa, and Jin Shandi is my cousin."

Kurosawa stood so close to Ye Zhen that he could touch the boy's innocent face almost as soon as he stretched out his hand.

He flicked his fingers, then dropped them again.

Ye Zhen opened his eyes wide and said in amazement: "So you are with them!"

When he said this, his face suddenly realized, and then he took half a step back, his face was full of warning, and there was a little subtlety in his eyes, as if it was a pity: I thought you were a good person, but I didn't expect to be the same as them ah!well!

"..." Kuisawa stared at him for a while, and this time he really raised his hand slowly, brushing away a crystal snowflake on Ye Zhen's cheek.

"As an opponent, I want to express my admiration to you. When I was your age, I was not even as good as one of your little fingers. It was not until I was 25 or six years old that I barely reached your current level."

Ye Zhen came to his senses, isn't this a way of saying that he is not as strong as him?

Regardless of Ye Zhen's face, Kuisawa said slowly: "Thanks to the years, although I can barely beat you now, your terrible will and courage may be difficult for me to have in my life... At this point, I can't get enough of you." I must admit defeat to you."

He looked at Ye Zhen without blinking, bowed slightly, and gave a very restrained and respectful salute.

Ye Zhen stood proudly, squinting at Kurosawagawa from the corner of his eyes.

He is actually very childish like this, only children will look at others with such innocent and pure eyes, completely free of distracting thoughts, proud and undisguised.

"Ye Zhen," Heisawa asked in a low voice, "are you willing to have a completely fair match with me?"

"..." Ye Zhen opened his eyes slightly, snowflakes fell on his long eyelashes, shimmering with tiny glimmers.

He didn't seem to understand, and stood there blankly.

Kuisawa said: "If you lose, please let the Shandi family go, and everything you have done before will be cancelled."

Ye Zhen moved his lips, and asked after a while: "Then what if I win?"

Kurosawa said gently: "This is impossible."

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps on the stairs, and the two staff members of the National Security Bureau rushed downstairs, panting, and nervously gathered around Heise, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Kuro—Mr. Kurosawa, you—are you all right?"

Judging from their expressions, they probably thought that Ye Zhen would suddenly show off his might and tear Heisawa into pieces.

Kurosawa shook his head to signal the two people to stay calm, then turned to Ye Zhen and said, "If you agree, I will let the Shandi family go back to Japan first, and we will be in the underground where you killed Dongxiang Jingnan in a month's time." See you at the tavern."

The snowflakes on Ye Zhen's eyelashes turned into water, making her eyelashes wet and her hair tips wet.

He was only wearing a shirt, his face was chiseled out of ice and snow, with a childlike dazed childishness.

Kurosawa took off his coat and wanted to put it on him, but before he touched him, the boy was suddenly awakened, and opened Kurosawa's hand with a snap, then turned and ran up.

Kurosawa straightened up, looking at the direction he left with blank eyes.

After a while, a window on the upper floor was pushed open, and Ye Zhen leaned out of the window with half of his body, holding a bunch of gray things in his hand, and said loudly: "Hey! This is yours!"

Before Kurosawa could see what it was, he threw it downstairs.The woolen scarf fell down in mid-air. It was what Heize had wrapped around Ye Zhen's neck when he drove Ye Zhen back to the city that night.

Kurosawa reached out and grabbed the scarf in his hand, which seemed to still have the boy's body temperature vaguely.He thought of the Ye Zhen he saw in front of Wan Zhong's tomb that day, a teenage child lying curled up under the tombstone, like a pitiful cub that lost its race at birth, and could be swallowed up by wind and rain at any time. It can use its soft paws to call for help to passersby.If he knew Ye Zhen's identity that day, would there be another difference between the two of them?

Kurosawa grabbed the scarf and was in a daze for a moment.It wasn't until there was a bang upstairs that he raised his head, only to see that Ye Zhen had closed the window briskly.

He stood with his head up and waited for a long time, but he never saw Ye Zhen go downstairs again.