i'm in love with the sentinel who wants to kill me

"He'll say the same thing as me, I think. —Season finale "Unrelated Records""

After coming out of the notary office at the end of the season, I went to the tower.

After entering the office password, he walked in, put the briefcase on the table, and then took another pack of Bai Haiqing's cigarettes to the balcony.

Watching the crowd moving downstairs, Ji Mo lit a cigarette and smoked quietly.It's noon now, but he doesn't want to eat.Smoking is quite full.

The cold at the end of the season is still not healed, coughing twice from time to time, and then suppressing it with a puff of cigarettes.

He couldn't help but think of his conversation with Morty that morning.At the end of the season, you can imagine what it will be like when Modi finds out that his mental connection is broken and he can't find himself.

Wait until he is presumed dead, and the will will be executed here in the safe zone...

"Heh..." Ji Mo laughed out loud on the balcony and shook his head.His long-held wish for Morty to hate him must be fulfilled after death.

There are several bloodstains on the palm of Ji Mo, and the finger bones are dead white.He put out the cigarette butt and lit another one.

He didn't want to go this far, but he couldn't help it.The mental turmoil that Modi will fall into at that time cannot be appeased at the end of the season, and he can only choose to break the spiritual connection to forcefully wake him up; and Modi's tyrannical attacks are beyond his control. Will attack anyone who comes near him.

In the end, neither of them was wrong.

If he had to blame something, he could only blame the end of the season for being too weak, with no ability to comfort him at all, and the only way to take his own life.

After finishing a pack of cigarettes, Ji Mo went to get a cup of coffee, and sat down at the table.He turned on the computer, sorted out the database of the Human Re-Evolution Research Department, finished the document he was writing, and put it in for encryption.These documents should be kept carefully, Bai Haiqing may use them in the future.

Finally, he stared at his "Irrelevant Records", the cursor was placed on the delete key, and he paused for a long time.It is impossible for this document, which carries all his private emotions, to be put into the database, and leaving it in this world will only add to the sadness of others.

He pressed it, and then cleared the wastebasket as well.

The clock on the corner of the desk reminded him that two hours had passed.

Ji Mo stared blankly at the clean and tidy computer desktop, and stared blankly for a long time.His gaze dropped to his left hand.

The index finger of the left hand is a bandaged wound, and the ring finger is a ring.

The end of the season twirled the ring and took it off.He held the ring and observed it for a moment, his name was engraved inside.

The scene of Modi's marriage proposal is still vivid in his memory. At that time, he hesitated and procrastinated for a long time, but in the end he had a brain and agreed.

Should not agree.

Ji Mo pursed her lower lip and put the ring back on.

While the computer was shutting down, the phone at the end of the season rang.At the end of the season, he glanced at it, and it was Modi calling.

The ringtone rang for 30 seconds, then hung up automatically. At the end of the season, I just looked at the caller ID and didn't reach out to answer it.

A missed call reminder almost popped up on the screen, and a new call came in again.

Or Morty.

At the end of the season, his breath became short of breath and his fingers began to tremble.Another 30 seconds, hang up again.

When the third call came, Ji Mo grabbed the phone and pressed the answer button.

He opened his mouth, but his vocal cords did not vibrate, so no sound came out.

Modi's eager voice came: "The end of the season!"

"The end of the season!"

At the end of the season, he suddenly started coughing. After coughing, he said, "Well, I'm here."

Morty seemed relieved. "Where are you?"

"in office."

"You wait, I'll be there right away."

At the end of the season, my fingers are cold, and the battery of my mobile phone is warm to the touch.His lips trembled, and he bit them tightly. Ji Mo cleared his throat, and his voice became calm again.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Think about it."

"Okay." Ji Mo hung up the phone.

Moody wrinkled his nose when he arrived at the office.He smelled smoke.

Looking around, he found no cigarette butts, but he did glimpse a cigarette case in one of the trash cans.

Three empty cigarette packs.

Morty's heart was throbbing, and one of the boxes must have been smoked today at the end of the season.

At the end of the season, he was already sitting on the sofa waiting for him.Tea was even set up, as if preparing to negotiate.Seeing him approaching, Ji Mo smiled and pointed to the opposite sofa: "Sit."

Modi strode over, stood still a step away, and did not sit down.

The office with the door closed is a confined space. At this time, Modi's mental power is fully activated, instantly filling every corner of the room, which makes the end of the season a little bit excited.

Modi's tall body stood in front of Ji Mo, blocking the light above his head, and Ji Mo's whole body was shrouded in a strong shadow.

His hands and feet were so cold that he couldn't feel it, his brain was numb, and his whole body was too stiff to move, but he still kept a polite and calm smile on his face, confronting the shadowy and angry sentinel.

They are the objects of spiritual union. At the end of the season, the mood he perceives from Modi's spiritual power makes him have to endure it so that his eyes don't turn red.The familiar atmosphere was too thick and complicated, Ji Mo stiffened his neck and refused to bow his head, thinking that he was an unconscious stone.

At the end of the season, I don't know how long they stared at each other, and I don't know who was defeated first——

He only saw a few violent ups and downs in Moti's chest, and then pressed down like crazy, biting his lip.

Modi's whole eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes. He glared at Ji Mo, but when he saw that the latter's eyes were still stunned, he threw Ji Mo onto the sofa with all his strength, and his big hands tightly grabbed the back of his neck, blocking his lip.

The smell of the end of the season occupied all the taste buds, but there was still the smell of smoke. Moody frowned in disgust, and then kissed more fiercely.The tip of his tongue invaded every part of Ji Mo's mouth, and it seemed that such frantic licking would be able to remove the smell of smoke and restore Ji Mo's original appearance.

Modi stared at Ji Mo's eyes, only seeing his madman's reflection in the other's pupils.The eyelashes at the end of the season are reflected in the eyes, messy and beautiful like weeds by the lake.

Is this person still alive?

Does he still belong to him?

The end of the season was completely stunned.He didn't resist, but he didn't respond either.He didn't know what Modi meant, he didn't think about anything, it was blank, he even forgot to breathe.

When Modi realized that he hadn't taken a breath at the end of the season and his eyes were a little slack, he finally stopped the rough kiss.Holding Ji Mo's face in his hands, he began to tremble unknowingly. His knees softened and he knelt down.

"Brother..." Mo Di's voice choked up.

Ji Mo seemed to be called back to his soul by the trembling sound, his pupils tightened suddenly, and he looked at Modi.

Modi stroked Ji Mo's face with his thumb.Their foreheads were pressed against each other, and the two pairs of eyes that were glued together were red.

Modi couldn't help kissing Ji Mo's lips again, sucking on his lips, very lightly and softly.When the two lips intertwined, Ji Mo heard Modi say in a low voice: "I love you. Don't leave me."

At the end of the season, his eyes were closed, and tears slid down.

Heart constricted, he stretched out his arms desperately to hold Modi tight, and kissed Modi's lips.He stroked the other's cheek vigorously, devouring the other's body fluid and breath, only possessiveness, unwillingness, and helplessness remained in his heart.He has nothing on his mind, and there is nothing more urgent in his life than the entanglement of lips and tongues at this moment.

When the two separated again, a silver thread appeared on their lips.

Modi wiped the liquid from Ji Mo's lips, and finally rubbed his lips against the other's, then sat on the sofa, picked Ji Mo up and put him on his lap, effortlessly.

"You are too light." Modi said to Ji Mo's ear.

He was sitting well at first, but was suddenly picked up by the sky, and before Ji Mo had time to exclaim, he was already placed on Modi's lap.

Morty pressed him into his arms.

Their necks were skin-to-neck, and their hearts were beating violently.

Modi waited until both of them had calmed down, then poked Ji Mo's shoulder with his chin, and finally began to speak.

"The end of the season."

"You should have told me sooner. We should have figured it out together, not you alone."

"That's what you're doing very wrong."

End of the season sniffled.He said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

Modi patted Ji Mo's back, and the muscles under his hands straightened instantly, and then gradually relaxed.

"But it's me that's even more wrong."

Morty's voice was hoarse, full of guilt. "I've left you alone in fear for so long."

Hearing that Ji Mo didn't speak, he kissed Ji Mo's neck sideways, and bit it again.Ji Mo turned around timidly, but was firmly held down by Modi, rubbing the skin on the side of his neck with his tall nose bone. "I don't know how to make you feel at ease, but as long as you continue to study, maybe you will find the trigger soon."

The end of the season seemed to chuckle.

Modi rubbed Ji Mo's hair. "It doesn't matter if you can't find the trigger."

"If death is in your hands, I am willing."

As soon as these words hit his ears, Ji Mo's whole body trembled violently.He stuck his fingers into Modi's back, so much that it hurt Modi.

But Morty didn't move.He pressed the back of Ji Mo's head, embed the person in his arms, and then heard Ji Mo's suffocated breathing, as if trying to hold back, and finally couldn't hold on after a while, and cried hoarsely.

At the end of the season, he couldn't cry, his whole face was covered with water marks, and the cloth on Modi's shoulders and back were all wet. He could no longer maintain a stable and plain shell, and he was so embarrassed that he had no image at all.He made a hoarse sound of pain in his throat, clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and beat Moddy's back with great strength, hating himself for being helpless.

Mo Di beat the end of the season to vent his anger, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and remained motionless.

Ji Mo closed his eyes and sniffed Modi.

They sat in this position for a long time without saying a word.

Ji Mo finally looked up from Morty.

He squeezed Modi's chin and asked: "Then shall we go to the border area? Are you afraid?"

Morty took off the hand that was holding his chin, and put it to his lips and kissed it. "Go. Don't be afraid."

"Bai Haiqing doesn't go to rescue, can you rest assured?"

End of the season shook his head.

Modi bit Ji Mo's lips again, and blinked slyly. "Trigger will find it. Believe in husband."

At the end of the season, he pursed his lips and smiled.

***

tower.second lower floor.

Li Junjie answered the phone in Zhao Yun's office. "Hey, Zhao Bu, it's me."

As soon as Zhao Yun fled, the entire Mental Force Monitoring Department was somewhat distracted, and Zhao Yun did not leave any instructions for his members, so the department was basically in a semi-paralyzed state.

"Yes, according to your instructions, I didn't get ahead. Now one-third of the people in the Jingjian have left, and a few people have become traitors and provided clues to the criminal investigation and Internet security. Are you safe on the way back to the border area? Do you want me..." Li Junjie was interrupted before he finished speaking, and the other side of the phone said "no".

Li Junjie held the phone and nodded frequently. "OK."

Zhao Yun gave some instructions, and Li Junjie said: "Department Zhao, in fact, Modi would go to the border area if he didn't do these things." Commander's message, now is the critical moment, is your message still..." This sentence was interrupted again.

This time Zhao Yun became a little impatient, and his voice was a little higher: "Let them search my office, I know how to do it. Let Modi come to the border area as soon as possible."

"Good Zhao Department."

"You'd better come to the border area with Modi, if you can't go with him, then do it yourself."

"it is good."

"Has Lu Qing solved it?"

Li Junjie was a little embarrassed: "No, she stayed in the department all the time, and Sun Haitao looked at her, so I couldn't do anything."

Zhao Yun was silent for a moment, and said: "All assassinations must introduce a reasonable murderer. For Lu Qing, the best murderers are those mobs. You have no chance."

Li Junjie lowered his head and did not speak.

"Put it aside first, and find a chance to solve it later."

"Yes."

"Don't be so depressed. This is not the first time that an assassination has failed. When you were asked to kill Ji Mo at the earliest, it was because you wanted to wait for Ji Mo to place an order in Mo's old house and give it to the housekeeper. In the end, it didn't work."

A gleam flashed in Li Junjie's eyes. "Then do you want me..."

Zhao Yun sneered, "You don't need to deal with him. When you come to the border area, there are plenty of ways. You must remember that if you can't find the best scapegoat, the assassination cannot be carried out. Don't act rashly."

"Yes."