The world does not want to be represented

Three years ago, the building of "Rain".

"So to be able to stand here today, I still have to thank that friend I haven't met?" Ribbon, a high-level member of the Joint Agency, smiled, but was muttering in his heart.

Today's banquet gathered most of the celebrities of the United Universe, and reporters rushed to take pictures outside.Even if they leave the Xia family, most people still think that "Yu" will have a beautiful and glorious creation background, and its founder will have a set of high-sounding rhetoric.

For a person who suddenly realizes that he cannot be fair, such an excuse can probably only appear on a high school campus.

"Excuse me." I don't know what I saw, Xia Zhao walked over, he walked through the crowded crowd, but the figure he saw just now seemed to be just his illusion.

His complexion changed so much that everyone looked sideways. When the minister in charge of the banquet came to ask what was going on in a hurry, he withdrew his gaze: "I misread it."

At a certain moment, it seemed that a person with black satin hair and white shirt appeared in the light, appeared only for a moment, and then disappeared in the light and shadow.

The past haunted him, and now it was like a phantom.

……

The young man with black hair and white shirt was sitting on the table, with his hands resting on the back of his head, holding a ballpoint pen in his mouth, looking at the planet map posted on the top.

"The location of the rain is very subtle." A young man in a suit and leather shoes came in with two cups of coffee. "Blue Star is only a short distance away from Scooby Star where star robbers are rampant." He made a very short gesture, "Guess what?" Is it a coincidence?"

"Lan Ju," the black-haired young man held a pen in his mouth, and smiled vaguely, "The presumption of guilt is not a good civilization."

"If you weren't suspicious, why would you come to this banquet?" Lan Jue mercilessly exposed him, "Quan Shen, don't pretend."

"Don't forget the purpose of this trip." Quan Shen closed his eyes, and said leisurely: "Your "rain" must be related to the star robbers. The tone of justice and law enforcement is almost written on your face that I am an undercover agent of the Executive Department. "

Lan Jue picked up the coffee and took a sip: "So you were chosen."

"coffee."

"Bring it yourself," Lan Juan said, subconsciously handing it over to him, "Do you also order people like this when it's raining?"

Seeing the black-haired young man lazily propped himself up, took a sip of the coffee he was holding, and lay back down again, Lan Jue felt that he was really mentally retarded.

"It's so hard," the black-haired young man murmured, "It's okay, it's okay, I can say bye to you soon."

"It's better to be tough, lest you lose your mind and reveal your identity and really say bye." Lan said coldly.

"No." Quan Shen's face was under the light, and he couldn't see clearly against the light. He smiled, "Sir, I have been preparing for more than ten years."

At the anniversary ceremony of "Rain", whether it was for a warning or for other purposes, the congratulators from the Executive Agency executed the criminals as a gift-the reason was to sweep away the wind of injustice for "Rain".

With a smile on his face, Xia Zhao toasted to Lan Juan from the Executive Department, and talked calmly, as if he didn't hear the meaning behind the words at all.Until people's exclamation made him cast a casual glance.

Even though more than 40 criminals were escorted to the stage, the young man in the white shirt tucked into the black trousers still attracted everyone's attention. The back is like a celebrity who takes time to go to a banquet.

People even thought that he was the executive director who carried out the execution, not the criminals being escorted-no one escorted him, and he walked alone among the criminals being escorted.

Lan looked sideways, and saw that Xia Zhao sitting next to him was just looking there, without any reaction.Lan Jue secretly thought that something was wrong, and while drinking tea with her head down, she thought of finding an excuse to stop the executioner just before he shot.

Suddenly, the black-haired young man turned around and ran down. The executive officer in charge subconsciously reached out to grab him, but only had time to grab the white shirt for a moment.In a blink of an eye, he had jumped out of the dark place.Lan Juan saw that an unsuspecting colleague of the joint agency had drawn his gun and aimed slowly, his heart tensed up, and he was about to get up and call for a stop.

At this moment, the minister next to Xia Zhao had already loaded the bullet, and his face was serious, ready to control the situation. Xia Zhao suddenly raised his hand to block the muzzle of the gun, and turned his head coldly: "Who gave your order to load?"

The scene was chaotic, and an executive director who came running from behind grabbed the young man's black hair, put him in shackles, and cursed in broken common language: "A group of smug things almost made people run away! "

Seeing the young man in shackles being dragged back to the stage by his black hair, Lan Jue couldn't help getting up, almost at the same time Xia Zhao stood up.

This is not in the scope of the plan.The member of the enforcement agency who caught Quan Shen was a newcomer, and he didn't know the plan at all, and he thought it was a real executioner who fled in fear of crime, and was quite angry.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Xia Zhao's voice was no longer as warm as before, it was freezing cold, "The Executive Department is really willing to be cruel."

Lan was stunned for a moment, then turned her head but looked calm: "What?"

Xia Zhao stared at him for a while.

"Will you give the order to shoot?" Xia Zhao said.

In the end, Xia Zhao followed the plan of the agency and took the young man away.After Quan Shen entered "Rain", he has never been in contact with any Star Thief business. He has been treated well, and everything is easy to explain—maybe he didn't want him to step into the vortex.

Yet from the very beginning, he was at the center of the vortex.

That year in high school, Quan Shen sat under the flower tree, wearing miniature earphones in his ears. He looked at the book turned upside down indifferently, and a sound came out of the quiet earphones.

- When someone calls you, turn around.

"Be careful!"

The boy who picked up the ball looked up and saw the man with black hair and white shirt turned his head under the flower tree. His brows were brighter than the flowers on the tree in the sunlight, and he smiled indifferently, as if he always and forever looked at him smilingly.

The out-of-control shooting that day was unplanned. Sitting in the manipulator, he heard intermittent discussions in the earphones about whether to change people.

Xia Zhao saw him keep shooting, and saw his diametrically opposed emotions under depression.

Finally, the last sentence "re-selection" fell from the earphones, and there was complete silence.Quan Shen closed his eyes on the manipulator that was plunged into darkness, and felt so quiet in his ears for the first time in so many years.

Until Xia Zhao turned over and entered the manipulator, the opening that came in leaked light, and the light of the light brain shone on Quan Shen.

—Wait, wait, wait.Things have changed.

——No need to change it.

……

At the "Yu" anniversary banquet, just before the execution department would shoot, Xia Zhao finally said hastily: "Wait a minute."

His complexion kept changing, he looked at Lan Zun beside him, then swept across all the people in the executive department one by one, and finally landed on the young man who was in a mess in the trailer.

Lan slowly loosened her clenched fingers, and swallowed the cry she was about to speak back into her throat.At some point, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Xia Zhao gritted his teeth: "You are very willing, but I am reluctant."

……

White shirt and black trousers, holding the manipulator with slender fingers, reading a book under the summer flower tree, smiling heartbeat.The pure white moon fell into the years of ignorance of love and hate, and then disappeared in the sea of ​​people.

Let go of his youthful romance.

While the people from the Executive Office continued to search the archives, Xia Zhao lowered his head and lit a cigarette for himself. Once the flame was lit, it was extinguished with ashes.

Quan Shen turned sideways, raising his hand habitually to take it away, but Xia Zhao looked up and turned around to look at the opened file room.Quan Shen looked at it for half an hour, then turned his gaze away.

Within a few minutes, Xia Zhao frowned irritably, pressed the cigarette into the smoke extinguisher beside him, and said to the minister next to him: "There is no open flame on the second floor, why didn't you remind me?"

The minister dared not speak, and even wanted to go into the archives room to stay with the people from the executive department, which was safer than being next to the moody Xia Zhao.

"How dare he talk about you." Quan Shen turned a page of the file.

Xia Zhao: "Then how dare you?"

"I don't dare either."

"You're talking now."

Minister: "..." Helping the special assistant speak, the boss will be upset, help Xia Zhao to blame the special assistant, and when Xia Zhao thinks about it, he will feel distressed, and he will even settle the score after autumn.He could only be as quiet as a chicken in the dispute between the two.

Quan Shen's finger flipping through the file paused for a moment, and suddenly said: "I know you doubt...maybe you are convinced, but this matter has nothing to do with me."

Xia Zhao saw that he had directly revealed something that the two of them hadn't talked about all this time, and was a little embarrassed for a while, so he said after a while, "Is that so?"

Quan Shen didn't continue talking, he felt some voices in his ears again, the file in front of his eyes was blurred for a moment, he stood still, and his eyes returned to normal after a while.

Maybe it's sleep deprivation.

Quan Shen put down the file: "The general process of the Enforcement Agency is evidence collection, investigation, secondary investigation, finally reporting, and applying for an arrest warrant. Now it's just evidence collection, don't worry." He rolled up his shirt cuffs and passed Xia Zhao, ready to enter the file room.

Before the minister had time to wonder why Quan Shen knew so much about the affairs of the Executive Office, he saw him suddenly bend over before entering the archives room.

Lan Jue just came out from the inside, and was stunned for a moment, moving forward faster than thinking, but Xia Zhao had already walked over quickly, completely forgetting the argument just now: "You don't need to watch here, go back and rest. Just now I... You think I'm crazy."

While the minister was worried, he was also quite thankful. Fortunately, he didn't stand in line just now, otherwise Xia Zhao might have to vent his anger at this time.

"If I have a purpose," Quan Shen straightened up with his usual face, "For example, what did Lan Ju find?" He raised his head and looked at Lan Ju.

As soon as the words fell, he seemed to be able to feel the harsh sound in the tiny earphones again—of course it was an illusion, and the earphones had already been removed.Since he was imprisoned a month ago, no one thinks that Xia Zhao will keep him out.

Lan Jue's face changed slightly, and he slowly withdrew his hand: "Really, fear of crime?" He couldn't figure out Quan Shen's attitude.A month ago, it was very clear that Quan Shen was his comrade-in-arms and a trump card of the Executive Department.

But now, Quan Shen has completely lost contact with the Enforcement Agency in prison for a month, until now.

Xia Zhao looked at him with lowered eyebrows, and he looked at him in the bright light.It's also like under the flower tree in the summer of Emperor Xing.

The torrential rain, thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and it was also the bright sunlight of Emperor Star, which illuminated him and plunged him into the shadow of the file room.

"You said it wasn't your plan. I believe it. Now you say it's your goal. That's okay." Xia Zhao showed hesitation, and after a while he continued as if casually, "I really don't want to part with it."