Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Zhichan lay on the soft bed with his chin resting on his folded arms, and quietly tilted his head to look at Jiang Lu's back. Due to drunkenness, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he looked soft. She was obedient, and even showed some desire.

As soon as Jiang Lu walked to the bed with his light blue pajamas in hand, he saw Mu Zhichan sitting up and stretching out his arms towards him, his eyes sparkling, as if he was expecting something.

Five years ago, Mu Zhichan and Jiang Lu loved to act like a baby when they got along in private, such as kissing and hugging, or asking Jiang Lu to help him dress...

The tall man's brows and eyes became very gentle. He lowered his eyes and silently unbuttoned Mu Zhichan's shirt, then fixed his eyes, grabbed the other's left arm and pulled it to his eyes, staring at the wrist. There are hideous scars on the inner skin.

Obviously, it was the mark left by cutting the wrist.

Jiang Lu trembled with his fingertips, and took Mu Zhichan's other hand, and found that there were scars left on the inside of his right wrist, his face suddenly became gloomy, and at the same time, the huge panic and fear were like a big net tight Wrapping his heart tightly, he could barely breathe.

"Why?" Jiang Lu asked in a low voice, suppressing the crazily surging emotions in his heart. He gently stroked the scar on Mu Zhichan's wrist with his fingertips, and then he sat behind Mu Zhichan, wrapping the person in his arms Between the legs, there was a strong sense of pain in his eyes.

Mu Zhichan didn't answer him, but leaned on Jiang Lu's chest with a satisfied expression, feeling the long-lost warmth and sense of security, and slowly closed her eyes.

He was a little sleepy.

With a sinking face, Jiang Lu picked up the silk quilt and carefully covered Mu Zhichan's body, then reached out to untie the high ponytail he tied up, letting the long silver-white hair pour down, thus falling into his hands.

Jiang Lu leaned against the bed silently, frowning and patted Mu Zhichan's back to lull him to sleep. Then, he tapped the light brain on Mu Zhichan's wrist, and immediately, the light blue The fluorescent screen appeared in front of him.

The lock screen password is still his birthday, so Jiang Lu entered the code with one hand to bring up the system interface with gloomy eyes. Countless light blue numbers and letters jumped and scrolled in the black background until the date stayed at 7010518, which was five years ago , the day he "died" in a car accident.

Jiang Lu's finger tapped 7010518 a few times according to a special rhythm. In an instant, a large area of ​​complex codes appeared on the virtual light screen. Each code was neither a number nor a letter, but some kind of strange symbol.

This is a symbol set by Jiang Lu himself, and only he can understand its meaning.

But the more he looked at him, the colder and more terrifying his gaze became. At the same time, he felt that his heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment, and a chill spread to his limbs in an instant, causing him to tremble convulsively at his fingertips.

As the colonel of the special forces unit of the Huaxia Intelligence Bureau, he received information that the Western Federation was secretly deploying a fire line in China. This fire line is an extremely cutting-edge high-tech. Once deployed, it can blow up a capital in an instant, causing countless casualties. .

But when they received this information, firewires had been deployed in nearly one-third of the provinces, and the Huaxia government could not dismantle them even though they detected them, because as long as one was removed, the firewires in other provinces would be detonated immediately, and the consequences would be determined by then Unbelievable.

The only way to dismantle the FireWire is to first cut off the main power supply of the Western Federation Central Intelligence Agency to control the FireWire, and then Huaxia can quickly cut it off and destroy it.

In order not to arouse the vigilance of the Western Federation, and to prompt the Federation to detonate the FireWire ahead of time and cause unpredictable consequences, the Chinese government decided to send undercover agents to penetrate into the enemy army, break into the top of the Federation as soon as possible, find the main power supply of the FireWire and cut it off.

But undercover candidates have extremely high requirements. First, they must be worthy of the trust of the country. Second, they must have a deep grasp of the Corso code so that they can quickly cut off the main power supply of FireWire. Third, their physical fitness and fighting skills must be top-notch.

Among the three points, there are quite a few special forces who meet the first and third points, but only a handful of eight people meet the second point.

But among the eight people, only three met one or two points, and one of them was Jiang Lu.

That night, Jiang Lu held Mu Zhichan in his arms and looked at the night view of the city for a long time on the rooftop. He saw the people living and working in peace and prosperity;

He made a decision.

Between accompanying his lover and the country, he chose the country.

So the next day, Jiang Lu came to the office of the commander-in-chief of the military department and said in a deep voice that he was asked to carry out this mission.

The commander-in-chief agreed again and again, after all, Jiang Lu was indeed the most suitable candidate.

But the problem is that the Intelligence Bureau of the Western Federation knows that the head of the Huaxia Intelligence Bureau is Jiang Lu. If Jiang Lu does not show up in China for a long time, then the Western Federation will definitely arouse suspicion. Thereby pulling one hair and moving the whole body.

The Huaxia government absolutely did not dare to take such a risk. Therefore, the commander-in-chief secretly convened Jiang Lu and other senior officials who knew about it overnight, and made the decision to let Jiang Lu fake his death first, and then change his appearance and go deep into the enemy camp.

After the meeting, the commander-in-chief talked to Jiang Lu in private again, and said straightforwardly: "Your lover must never know about this matter."

"No." Jiang Lu refused in a cold voice without even thinking about it, "If I really die, my lover will collapse, and I will never let him suffer any harm, whether it is physical or mental."

The commander-in-chief smiled lightly, and patted Jiang Lu on the shoulder: "I understand you, but Jiang Lu, so far, we have not been accurate in the number of federal informants. One principle."

"At that time, there will be a high possibility that federal informants will be involved in your funeral of your fake death. They will definitely observe the people in contact with you silently, and judge whether you are really dead or fake dead based on their reactions. Then at this time, the first thing they will bear the brunt of and focus on observing is your lover."

"We believe you, but not him. He is just an ordinary person who has not received professional training. For those spies who are intensive in psychology, they can see a lot of things from a person's micro-expressions, eyes, and emotions."

"If he is really found out by federal spies, even if we secretly send someone to protect him, who can guarantee that this protection is absolutely safe?"

"If they are sure that your death is just suspended animation, they will definitely try to use Mu Zhichan to threaten you and the country, and you also know that the torture methods used by the federal informants are not something ordinary people can stand."

"What's more, when you go to the Federation as an undercover agent, it's still unknown when you will come back. Mu Zhichan will definitely be monitored in the past few months, but if there is something wrong..."

"Jiang Lu, do you dare to bet?" The commander-in-chief asked slowly, as if a heavy hammer had hit Jiang Lu hard in the heart.

Jiang Lu closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and said in a hoarse voice: "I see." After that, he left the office in silence.

When he got home, Mu Zhichan had already prepared dinner. Although his cooking skills were not as good as Jiang Lun's, it was still delicious.

That night, he lingered with Mu Zhichan until dawn, even though the other party was crying and begging him, he didn't stop his movements.

When the daylight broke and dawn was approaching, Jiang Lu stared at the sleeping face of the person in his arms, and finally implanted a pre-recorded audio into Mu Zhichan's optical brain with his self-made code.

This recording has been encrypted, and the automatic playback time and AI recognition function have also been set.

The recording will be made after his funeral, and when Mu Zhichan is alone, the specific electron flow sent by the optical brain will be sent to his nerves through the skin to transmit the sound, and it will be destroyed spontaneously after the transmission.

Its audio content is

"Cicada, I'm sorry, I didn't really die, but I had to do it for some unspeakable reasons. I'm going to a distant place to perform a mission. After the mission is over, I will come back immediately. When the time comes You can scold me and punish me however you want.

But remember, once you're out of the house, make sure you look distraught because there's a good chance someone's watching, and it's a big deal, so I won't say much.

I love you forever. "

……

……

The timeline is pulled back to the present.

Although the warm sunlight was pouring down the window along the window at this time, the atmosphere in the bedroom was somewhat frozen and depressing.

Jiang Lu's eyes were gloomy as water. He checked and checked the code on the screen of Mu Zhichan's optical brain over and over again, but he still didn't find any trace of the code that was spontaneously destroyed after the audio was successfully played. Traces of being forcibly deleted.

The speculation brought about by this discovery made Jiang Lu shudder. He subconsciously hugged Mu Zhichan with his left hand, closed his eyes and put his chin on the top of his hair, while slowly stroking Mu Zhichan's wrist with his right hand. There were scars all over her face, her thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and her body trembled for unknown reasons.

He remembered that when he met Mu Zhichan for the first time in Nanshan Cemetery, he only felt that Mu Zhichan's emotions and the body image of his lover's death were too realistic. Distressed, and couldn't help but rejoice that it was a wise decision to leave an audio for my lover back then.

But now he discovered that the audio he left for Mu Zhichan was never received by the other party, that is to say, in the past five years, his Chan Chan always thought that he was really dead.

Why is this happening?

Who exactly deleted it?

How painful and desperate should his cicada have been in these five years?

Jiang Lulou hugged Mu Zhichan, closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, so the smell of blood permeated the whole mouth in an instant, and at the same time, a tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eye.

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