Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

After eating and drinking, everyone was paralyzed into a ball and didn't want to move, so they simply arranged six beach chairs in a row, and all of them lay on them to bask in the sun.

While basking in the sun, Hagiwara Kenji suddenly said: "It's too wasteful to only eat hot pot on a good day off. It's rare that people have nothing to do, why not..."

"Wow, little Qianmu, don't stare! There's no way another accident happened. Last time it was an accident, an accident!"

Qian Mu was thrown by Hagiwara Kenji and hugged Nao Teng, and it took a little effort to push the long-haired large dog away. He looked at the latter with suspicion: "It's definitely not a good thing to go out with you. don't go."

This shows how serious the psychological shadow left by Qian Mu last time was.

He didn't want to experience the fear of being able to ascend to the sky at any time. He almost lost control of his spirit at that time, and he finally recovered. If it happened again, it was hard to say how he would react.

It's impossible to imagine the specifics, but it can only be determined-it will be quite scary.

Hagiwara Kenji also seems to be aware of the problem. He dare not bring up drag racing and all car-related topics, so he can only defend himself with righteous words: "Our group activities this time are mainly for leisure. If you can't take a car, you will never Why don’t you just walk there by car, and sit down when you get there, without wasting energy, it perfectly meets your requirements!”

"...Kenji, what do you want to do?" Matsuda Jinhei cast a skeptical look, "Don't tell me, you want to drag us to some sorority party again."

Except for Hagiwara, others are not very interested in friendship. Some time ago, everyone also learned that Date Airlines has a girlfriend. In this case, it is obviously inappropriate to go to meet girls together.

Hagiwara Ken said with certainty: "No! Hey, really, don't you think I can't think of other activities besides fellowship? Besides, you won't go if you are asked..."

"Ahem—! Everyone, stop talking nonsense, next—let's go to the KTV to compete!"

Five people:"…………"

Qian Mu was the first to stand up: "Sorry, I'm going back first."

Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang followed closely behind: "I have nothing to do this afternoon, Jing, why don't you teach me how to cook something else."

"Okay, Zero, it's over here."

Hagiwara Kenji: "Hey, come back—"

He was also impolite, grabbing a person who was about to slip away with one hand, and resting his chin on a person's shoulder, as if cheating and persuading: "It's normal for good brothers to go to KTV to sing and get together, cherish this time, you guys , after graduating and working, I can only sit in the corner honestly, and let the tone-deaf boss occupy the microphone!"

"Hello? Speaking of which, are there any people here who are tone-deficient? Practice in advance to prevent embarrassment? Hmph... I really worked hard."

"Puhaha, go ahead." Now even Datehang laughed and turned his back, "Isn't what Kenji said makes sense, it's better to lose face in front of your friends now than to lose face in the future, and don't be shy about singing out of tune Ah, I'll be straight, I am, hahahaha."

"Okay, okay! Anyone who is still reluctant now, I will default to being an out-of-tune madman, and I am talking about you! Xiaoqianmu and Ling!"

Jiang Gu Ling's eyebrows twitched for a while, and he said unconvinced: "I may be a little out of tune, but generally—it can't be considered out of tune, okay, let's find a chance to convince you!"

"It's really imposing, as expected of Zero. Little Qianmu can't admit defeat, go!"

Qian Mu: "..."

Hagiwara's set of belts is quite proficient, but—not to mention whether he sings well or badly, why does he have to go to KTV to compete with them?

Qian Mu struggled for a second, and when he looked up again, the five people had already left the room quickly, standing outside the door and waving at him.

"Little Qianmu -- hurry up and leave the house. The key to Mr. Fujiwara's house will be handed over to you. I just called him to thank him."

What else can be done.

They kindly helped him carry all the bags he had put on the sofa, and he himself was enthusiastically pulled out of the door by a few hands. Moved over the shoulder.

21:[-] p.m.

Six police cadets who had nothing to do wandered to the nearest business district. They really didn't take a car or drive, and walked here purely on foot.

The shopping mall that has been open for many years seems to be being renovated. They saw several large heavy trucks passing by along the way. When the wheels turned, they seemed to be pressing the asphalt road and rattling, and the pavement of the sidewalk was also slightly vibrating.

Seeing a large truck passing by, Jiang Guling suddenly stared at the wheels that were gradually receding and said: "The sound of the motor of that car just now sounds like..."

"Okay, ok, zero, it's not time for survey class, let's relax and have fun."

Hagiwara Kenji straightened his head as he spoke.

Jiang Gu Ling complained, but he didn't care about it. He just suspected that the car that just passed was overweight, and it was really not an important thing. The traffic police would stop the car if they found a problem.

Qian Mu, who was walking on the outermost side, also saw those big trucks just now, but he basically didn't care about things other than himself, even if he noticed a little abruptness, he wouldn't take it to heart.

Soon, the six of them found a large KTV in a striking shopping mall that was about to be refurbished, proudly occupying an entire floor.

Hagiwara Kenji didn't seem to be here for the first time, and he ordered the middle box, snacks and drinks familiarly as soon as he went up, and the six of them entered a box that was spacious enough for more than a dozen people.

The private room is worthy of the price of thousands of yen per hour. It not only has its own bathroom, but also has a round table rather than a square table with sharp corners. The sofa cushions are quite soft and comfortable. The soundproof wall with fancy wallpaper looks quite reliable. Howling ghosts and wolves inside, probably not much sound can be heard when the door is closed.

It was the first time for Qian Mu to come to this kind of place.

When he was young—that is, when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, although he was a frequent visitor to the smoky game hall, he was insensitive to KTV.

Not interested is one thing.

The more intuitive reason is of course that he has no friends.

Especially this kind - the friend who forced a microphone into his hand as soon as he frowned and sat down.

"Qianmu, I'll give you the chance to show off your singing voice, and I will give you a good cheer and applause!"

"I can't imagine how this guy sings... Hurry up, I'll leave the opening song to you."

"Hey! Look what I found?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang dug out a bunch of colorful gadgets from the drawer next to the sofa, and turned off the light with a snap. He held an inflatable plastic rod in one hand, and turned on the switch underneath, and there was a flash of colored lights inside. flash.

"Oh oh oh this, it's interesting—"

The eyes of the four lit up, and they also ran to each of them to take two, and shook and knocked in their hands: "The sense of ritual is there, have you ever been to a concert? Let me tell you, those fans give singers Come on, it looks like you are holding something similar in your hand."

"Wow, that's fine. Qian Mu might be moved by our hard work."

Qian Mu who was pulled to the center of the sofa: "..."

In the dimly lit box, the light sticks waving wildly and the gaudy flickering lights hit the face of the red-haired young man not covered by darkness in disorder, just like paint poured on a pure white palette, The colors mixed in an instant...

Well, it's nice, but kind of scary.

When Qian Mu tried the friendly No. [-] strategy a long time ago, he still laughed more frequently—although it was a stiff smile that was more terrifying than a sneer.

After mixing with the protagonist group, he basically returned to his true colors. The most common expression is coldness with a bit of disgust, as if to say that he is an elegant and indifferent world, and refuses to be teased by other people.

And then recently, the number of times the corners of the mouth twitched has increased slightly, mostly because of speechlessness, and partly because of the unconscious behavior of involuntarily leaking out a little emotion after being in a happy mood, which does not contain any symbolic meaning worth looking forward to.

however.

"Ah."

At this moment, he smiled.

Laughing doesn't fit any of the conditions mentioned above, but is somewhat similar to the stiff effect at the time.

"...!!!"

Whether it is a simple good guy who just wants to join in the fun, or a bad-hearted guy who wants to take the opportunity to make trouble and retaliate, the five people who made a fuss instantly felt their skin tighten, and a cool wind that seemed familiar was blowing on the back of their necks, and the hairs on their necks were fast. stood up.

Is Qianmu angry or is he intentionally leaving this place to scare people?

A gloomy "heh", coupled with his gloomy white face in the dark environment, and those red eyes that are even more gloomy and terrifying——

There is nothing wrong with directly playing a guest role as a vampire on Halloween, and it is absolutely true to play a role that is so vivid that it scares the children all over the street.

"I'm sorry we were wrong, stop laughing like that, it's really scary...!!!"

Everyone shuddered half exaggeratedly and half sincerely.

Qian Mu patted the protective cover of the microphone with one hand, and the popping sound immediately echoed with a muffled sound. He raised his eyebrows: "Why are you not coaxing again? Aren't you looking forward to it?"

It was easier to talk, and the few people were completely resistant to him, and they continued to encourage him fearlessly: "Yes, yes, I can look forward to it, so are you really willing to sing?"

Qian Mu: "Not very willing."

The five immediately shook their heads, dull.

"but--"

"???"

Hagiwara Kenji was the first to jump up, his excited hands had no place to put them, and he simply pressed on the top of Matsuda Jinhei's head: "But—?"

Longevity, damn it, Yuan Qianmu, who never takes an active part in group activities, actually——

Suspected to take the initiative to sing!

Although "suspicion" is a premise that cannot be ignored, but the friends who are afraid that it will not be lively have such a tacit understanding, and if they cannot be ignored, they must be forced to ignore it.

Under the gazes of longing and twinkling gazes, the red-haired youth stood up.

Holding the microphone, he walked towards the song request screen hanging on the wall next to the sofa——

I thought too much, but I didn't.

Qian Mu just took a few steps leisurely, then bent down, handed the microphone to Jiang Gu Ling who was sitting on the far side, and sat down next to Jiang Gu Ling again.

"You guys are a bit forgetful. I've said that I didn't grow up in an island country. The classic songs in KTV are not within my range. Of course, I haven't heard pop music in recent years. One. All, no, will, oh."

So, he smiled and patted the shoulder of a young man with blond hair and black skin: "I'm looking forward to your singing voice, come on, everyone is waiting."

Jiang Guling: "Uh...???"

The others were speechless for a few seconds, and Matsuda Jinhei slapped the table directly: "I knew this guy did it on purpose—no! I don't believe that there are no Chinese songs in the music library, and I will find it out for you to sing after reading it today!"

"Look hard in the categories! Xiaoqianmu is really too much, just now I was super expectant and super excited - it turned out that I was teasing us for a long time, and I must punish you for making ten songs!"

Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei frantically picked up the music library, but after all, they have crossed a country, and they can only find some old songs. Qianmu calmly said that he has heard it, but it doesn’t mean he can sing it, not to mention that he didn’t like it when he was young. Listen to music.

"...You just can't sing anyway, right?"

"Well, I thought you'd already guessed it?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I made a mistake

The little friends who had been tricked all rolled their eyes, and stopped holding on to the slippery cat, and instead besieged the more bullying Jiang Gu Ling.

Jiang Gu Ling was isolated and helpless, and even Fa Xiao laughed and teased him. It seemed that he had no intention of supporting him at all. In the end, he could only go up half nervously and half nervously, and ordered a classic old song that was once popular at home and abroad.

Before he started singing, he had a cold and decisive expression of "don't blame me for hurting your ears", but it didn't take long for him to enter the state and sing loudly.

"Look up and stride forward, I hope you don't shed tears, recalling the spring, the lonely night..."

"Look up, stride, count the stars peeking out of the clouds, remember summer—"

This is an inspirational song with a special melody, with a strong Showa atmosphere. The song describes a lonely man looking up at the starry sky at night. After turning his back on the spring, he still looks forward firmly.

Rei Furutani's voice is already very characteristic, and it unexpectedly matches the Showa style, and the content of the lyrics is even more coincidentally close to his present, which he still doesn't know about, but may be destined for the future.

The only person who knew about this coincidence in advance was sitting quietly in the corner, his straight back relaxed at some point, leaning back in a labor-saving posture, with his left hand resting on the armrest of the leather sofa, and his body was leaning toward the bustling party. side.

The blond young man who sang was intoxicated and serious, as if he was still immersed in the loneliness in the song and couldn't extricate himself, but every word he sang was out of tune.

His friends who had already written the ending in the script and were destined to disappear one by one, some waved inflatable sticks to cheer him up, some laughed and slapped their thighs with tears, and some showed him face very much. In fact, I quietly took out my phone and started recording...

"Lonely...hey? Where's the original song? Hey, who cut the original song into a pure background accompaniment for me!"

Jiang Guling was suddenly annoyed while singing, without the background of the original singer, he could not perform well.

The five people who were glared at by him spread their hands one by one, or shook the inflatable stick in their hands, indicating that they had no time to make trouble for him.

Jiang Gu Ling's skeptical gaze slowly moved to the side, and finally fell on the person who was the first to rule out the suspicion.

His pupils trembled suddenly, as if he had received an unexpected blow from behind.

This is the condemning look that questioned why the special case who never participated in the same situation with the teasers: "——Yuan! Qian! Mu! How could it be you!"

Qian Mu withdrew his index finger that just pressed to switch the accompaniment, without feeling guilty about it: "Whether you have accompaniment or not, you are in your own style, let you play more freely, maybe a new singing style that will shock the world will be born ,Is it not good?"

"...Thank you so much for the compliment."

"You're welcome, I'm very satisfied, you continue."

"Are you going to be a big boss who only listens with your legs crossed!"

"Oh, it's not impossible for me to pay for the box."

"——Thank you, boss, please sit down, Zero will continue! Xiao Zhenping will continue in a while, and the next one is the squad leader. At first glance, it is the finale preparation of Maiba's scene. Hurry up and sing for our big boss."

"What about yourself?!"

"Don't stop me, I must beat up Yan Er now..."

The intermittent daily noise came again, Qian Mu took no surprises and drank the boiled water he brought, and continued to sing when the five of them had had enough trouble. .

Matsuda Jinpei sang a good love song into a bgm of gang fights. Datehang sang with him to comfort Rei Furutani, but the latter led him to the southern hemisphere without singing a few words. Zhu Fu Jingguang originally watched The most serious one, but the song he ordered turned out to be a wild heavy metal style. If you listen to a few more songs, you will probably blow your head off.

After all, Qian Mu had practiced well. After staying in the box for two hours, he was not bombed and left on the spot.

Leaning on the sofa, his expression became more and more lazy, and his posture became more and more casual, almost as if he was huddled in the soft sofa cushions. When the funny guys next to him made a fuss again, he didn't bother to control it anymore. Facial expression, silently smiled.

It was also a completely different smile from the one he had shown before.

Yes.He noticed.

This is an extremely dangerous signal. The defense line that can stand tall seems to collapse at any time, destroying the hard work that has been worked so far and will never be destroyed——

But, as long as it is guaranteed not to collapse.

Qian Mu knew what kind of person he was.

He is an extremely selfish person. Based on this, he resists danger and fears death. God knows what the bottom line that may exist can play a role.

Selfish people only make choices that benefit themselves.

The intersection with the protagonist group is unplanned, but since we can't get rid of it, it's not bad to maintain this state.

At least, at times like this, he is always in a good mood, and a good mood is also a guarantee of longevity.

——Well, it is indeed just a choice of interests, and has nothing to do with his personal thoughts.

Quickly straightening out the logic, the expression on Qian Mu's face became more natural.

He yawned lazily, pulled himself out of the sofa, and walked outside.

Kenji Hagiwara, who was shining in the middle of the stage, turned his head: "Xiao Qianmu, where are you going?"

"Tired from sitting, go out and get some air."

"I'm with you?" Zhu Fu Jingguang made a gesture and stood up.

"No, keep singing, isn't there only one hour for the box? Don't waste it, I'll be back later."

"Oh, well, slow down yourself, don't forget that the box number can't be found."

For this kind of stupid talk, Qian Mu blocked it directly and went out by himself.

He did go out for a stroll, the box was too stuffy, and it was indeed uncomfortable to sit for a long time.Since there was always a lingering smell of tobacco and alcohol in the KTV, he simply went downstairs and went down one level at a time in the shopping mall.

Two months ago, Qian Mu would never have appeared in a shopping mall with a huge flow of people. There were too many things he didn't want to see, and it was too dangerous.

Now Qianmu's psychological shadow has improved significantly, and he will not react without direct contact. He has hidden this very well, and the protagonist group who is still cautiously guarding against sharp objects around him does not know it. Of course he will not go. remind.

The escalator can't go down on the second floor. The self-operated store on the first floor is being redecorated. The entrance and exit are blocked to prevent outsiders from entering. The large trucks they saw when they passed by in the afternoon should be moved It is the goods in the store.

Qian Mu had planned to go back the same way, but when his gaze accidentally passed the elevator handrail, he landed on the atrium on the first floor.

The art statue placed in the atrium on the first floor to attract customers was roughly covered by a black cloth. From his angle, he could still see several shop fronts. hidden.

The tiled floor outside the store is covered with a large amount of dust from the decoration. Even if you overlook it from the height of two floors, you can still see countless messy footprints left on it.

But at this time, the downstairs was empty, and there was no one there.

"..."

There was a subtle change in Qian Mu's eyes.

He went up to the third floor and turned the corner to the escalator leading to the fourth floor, but at this moment, he unexpectedly hesitated for a few seconds.

A sense of uneasiness suddenly emerged for no reason, Qianmu turned sideways to avoid the flow of people coming up from behind, walked to the glass fence next to the escalator, and looked down again.

Turning around this time, he ignored the escalator and quickly walked forward to find the fire escape, from which he descended two floors again.

In the fire escape, the door leading to the first floor is naturally locked.

Qian Mu looked up, the camera climbed in the middle of the corner of the top of the corridor, the lens was pitch black, and there was no flickering red light.

Monitoring is not working.

"boom--!"

He directly kicked open the fire door in front of him.

The loud music and human voices in the shopping mall overwhelmed the reverberation at the bottom. Even if someone heard it, it would default to the noise during the renovation.

The red-haired young man entered the first floor so unhindered, walking in a blind corner that would not be seen by the people upstairs, vigorous and vigorous like a nocturnal creature accustomed to walking alertly in the dark.

Casually opening a corner of the black cloth covering the storefront, the store’s decorations remain the same, almost all the products are well placed on the shelves, and the footprints only linger outside the store and never extend into the store.

Except for one place.

With a little force, Qianmu moved away the decoration equipment blocked at the door of a seemingly ordinary watch shop. He entered inside, looked around with the halo of his mobile phone, walked through the glass showcase that seemed to have completely lost his soul in the dimness, and walked towards a corner.

Tick, tick...

The hands of the clock are still turning in an orderly manner.

Qian Mu walked into a room that was probably a warehouse, and felt a little weird bump on the same messy floor in front of the shelves.

He clasped the slightly warped raised outline, and lifted it hard——

There is also a warehouse under the floor of the watch shop.

It can be vaguely seen by a little light that this warehouse is not small. To be precise, it is probably the underground warehouse of the entire store, and it has been hidden here for an unknown period of time.

None of the ordinary commodities on the ground were transported away, and what was actually transported away in a hurry was probably some special "goods" piled up in the warehouse.

In the dark and cold empty warehouse, there is an old, corrupt and disgusting atmosphere.

Qian Mu almost immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, his expression turned cold instantly, and his slightly trembling pupils showed disgust.

In fact, he didn't smell any obvious smell, and he didn't personally search for traces around him, but the discomfort in his heart had already told him what the "goods" would be.

Although he didn't want to stay here for another second, the uneasiness that was beating his chest all the time hadn't dissipated.

At this point, the expression on Qianmu's face was ugly enough, and even somehow affected by a strange psychological effect, he suddenly felt a little cold, and his knuckles became stiff involuntarily.

The ominous premonition lasted until he turned a little light source that came with the phone, and it shone on a place with a faint light not far away.

tick-

Tick, tick, tick—

Small voices amplified in the dead silence.

Countless ticks overlapped into an urgent and depressing rhythm, like footsteps before the arrival of death.

The time bomb with the simplest structure is being roughly attached to the load-bearing wall, and the boxes piled up around the warehouse are probably also—innumerable explosives.

At this time, the red awn of the electronic counter outlined cold numbers.

Countdown, 27 minute.

"..."

"........."

Qian Mu's rationality was broken at some point.

He's still in the warehouse, but it's not a shopping mall with people coming and going outside, nor is it the reality that friends are still upstairs waiting for him to go back.

There should be a school outside, but the blood gushing from his body rustled through the gap between the iron gate and the uneven ground, and flowed far, far away.

23 iron thorns pierced his arms and legs, pinning him to the ground and unable to struggle.

Sixteen pierced through the abdomen, twelve fell from above, pierced into the chest from countless angles, and two pierced the throat that was constantly bleeding, overlapping like a blood-washed cross , The blocked blood and visceral fragments soon leaked out from the new wound.

The last iron thorn pierced through his heart mercilessly, and knocked the other iron thorns that had already been stuck in his body. The girl who bent over to observe his face stood aside with a smile——

pain.

asphyxia.

Extremely painful.

Unforgettable despair.

This is the death Qian Mu experienced.

Even if the fusion of worlds failed, he was lucky enough to come back from the dead, but [death] cannot be regarded as a dream or hallucination. It is precisely because of his personal experience that he wants to stay away from the endless darkness that he once felt for a short time no matter what.

But death is also a relief, and there is the tranquility he longs for in the darkness, so he simply immerses himself in it like this—and occasionally meditates like this.

Like a madman, he is afraid of danger and persists in seeking to survive. When he feels hopeless and hopeless, he abandons himself and wants to die, as if his personality has been split, torturing himself crazily.

At the beginning of the second world integration, Qian Mu was in such a crazy and contradictory state, which was a hundred times more painful than just knowing that he was terminally ill.

With Belmode's help, he spent four years, and managed to regain his shell of a normal person. His mental state improved a little, but it wasn't obvious.

During the two months spent with Jiang Gu Ling and the others, his recovery speed was astonishingly fast, and the effect that far exceeded four years was achieved in two months, which is simply a miracle.

This is also the fundamental reason why Qian Mu allowed himself to continue indulging in the game of friendship....

In fact, he is not unaware that although this healing method is effective, it is even more dangerous for his situation.

If it is because he is becoming more and more like a normal person, he gets carried away and forgets his true self, and the backlash he gets will destroy him.

—and now.

The "accident" that I was most unwilling to face, really came.

Qian Mu let go slightly, the phone fell to the ground and rolled to the nearest pile of explosives.

During the four years of getting along with Belmode, he couldn't suppress his [fear] of [death] at this time.

The feeling of "alive" that I regained in two months, I mistakenly thought that I might be able to experience the "warmth" for a while, but I was completely vulnerable to "fear".

"..."

Unexpectedly, the red-haired youth seemed to calm down quickly, stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the phone again.

The thin forehead hair slightly covered the eyes, but his gaze was still light, and there was no trace of agitation or tyranny on this paper-thin face. His state of mind was like the surface of a lake on a windless night.

His red pupils did not focus for a long time, and he clicked into the mailbox of the mobile phone mechanically, edited a short text, and sent it.

The content of the text is only a string of license plate numbers that look like garbled characters, which come from the truck he saw in the afternoon.

And skip, a symbol without context.

【? 】

Qian Mu doesn't need to imagine the recipient's reaction when he suddenly receives this email, he just needs to wait.

He only gave the opposite party 1 minute, and the other party replied to the email half a minute later.

The reminder sounded, and the rapid vibration, I don't know if it carried the sender's uneasy mood.

Qian Mu opened the letter and took a look, suddenly, a soft laugh came out of his mouth.

On the next pass, he went out without hesitation, and went up to the second floor through the fire escape again, but he didn't go up again, but left the mall directly.

The KTV box on the fourth floor.

Matsuda Jinpei's phone vibrated, and a new text message was received.

He picked up the phone to look at the sender's name, and said "Huh?" inexplicably, wondering if the red-haired idiot had lost his mind, why did he send him a text message all of a sudden.

But then he clicked on the text message, and he was stunned.

The others were still laughing and laughing, but Matsuda Jinpei suddenly burst into a rage, opened the door and rushed out. Before the startled people could stop them, Hagiwara Kenji also received a new text message - Process and Matsuda The array was exactly the same, after he saw the content of the text message clearly, he jumped up and rushed out together.

But he did better in details than Fa Xiao. Before rushing out, he took a pair of scissors from the table, and then threw his mobile phone directly to Itahang: "I don't have time to explain, you can read it yourself!"

Yi Dahang almost didn't catch it, and frantically picked up the phone, Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang also came over in a daze, and watched it with him.

[Underground warehouse on the first floor, time bomb, 25 minutes, I believe you can solve it, the location and route are marked as follows.

I have left beforehand, don't worry. 】

Three people: "..."

"Time bomb????!!"

"I'll call the police, Zero and Jing, you go to evacuate first!"

"Damn it...how could it be!"

The three of them acted immediately, without extra consideration, and did not question the authenticity of Qian Mu's text message at all.

Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Ken rushed out for no reason. The bomb was about to explode in 25 minutes. It was too late for the explosive ordnance disposal team to come over temporarily. Although they had not yet graduated, they were very talented in bomb disposal. Countless people in the building were blown up to the sky, so they had to bite the bullet and go up.

The person who sent the text said they believed they could fix it, so that's basically true...

But where is that guy going at this juncture? !

The little friends were so busy jumping up and down that they could only complain about Qianmu in their hearts, thinking that they would rush to arrest people after the crisis here was resolved.

And turn to the object who has been scolded eight hundred times by five people for being a fool.

Qian Mu was parked on the side of the road waiting for the car, and sent several emails one after another. Before waiting for a reply, he looked directly at the blurred car in front of him with empty and dark eyes, and dialed a number that he had only saved but never dialed. .

"You're in the wrong place, Gin."

The tone of the red-haired young man was calm, and the ending sound seemed to have a slight rise. If you don't look at his eyes at this time, just listen to the voice, and you may mistakenly think that the speaker is in a brisk and happy mood.

"The garbage that needs to be cleaned up has already moved things away, and they are running quite fast, and even - I have left a trap for you when I have time."

As he spoke, he laughed again, lowered his voice, and said a word.

……

Linhai, port.

Countless containers are piled up on the shore, and the sky seems to be assimilated by the continuous discharge of industrial waste gas, which is gray and dark.

The black Porsche parked quietly in the shadow behind the container, less than a kilometer away from the hiding place of the remaining cadres of the Mud Society mentioned in the intelligence, and the warehouse where important goods are stored.

"Gin, what do you mean?" The man who spoke was a subordinate of Rum, who was in charge of intelligence work. He was sitting next to the silver-haired man, and his tone was very unfriendly. Are you doubting the information I provided?"

"Shut up." Gin said coldly.

With his prudence, as long as he vaguely feels something is wrong, he will not act rashly.

The man knew this, so he could only shut up resentfully, and continue to wait patiently—waiting for the moment when Gin would not notice anything unusual, or would not let go of the prey that was in his mouth.

For a moment, the sudden change made the man slightly startled.

Gin's phone vibrates in his coat pocket.

Vodka in the driver's seat inadvertently saw through the rearview mirror the elder brother's expression on the phone, staring at the caller ID.

——vodka's whole body trembled, and his hands and feet almost slipped.

After Gin answered the phone, he didn't say a word for a long time.

A heavy and depressing silence permeated the carriage. Vodka and the man's expressions were frozen, and they dared not speak out for some reason, and even held their breath involuntarily——

"...It just so happens that I also want to go and have a look. Come over after you've settled what you're doing."

On the other side of the phone, the man smiled and said.

At the same time, the same crazy smile appeared on the gloomy and stern face of the silver-haired man.

"Yes."

He hangs up.

The next moment, whether it was negligence or deliberation, the man who made false information was thrown out of the car.

"--boom!"

The scarlet liquid fluttered.

Gin's left hand holding the gun was coldly retracted into the car, and then the window was raised.

Not long after the Porsche left the port, the containers and factory buildings were not spared. After the deafening explosion, they were mercilessly swallowed by the sea of ​​flames. The low clouds that had been stained with sunlight hovered in the sky, burning into a blood-like darkness.

When vodka was driven out of the car by his elder brother halfway, he still didn't know what happened.

Over the years, how many times have I driven my elder brother's car, and I have never had any accidents. Why did I suddenly feel disgusted this time?

What he couldn't imagine was that at this moment, his big brother Gin was driving the car, and what he said was respect that had nothing to do with the grin on his face:

"Boss, I'm on my way to pick you up."

As if that hand had let go of his leash, the collar also snapped silently.

The vicious dog is about to become a wolf in the wilderness hunting ground.

"Yes. Willing to serve you."