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Ding Huanliang walked into the headquarters building of the dyeing company, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. All the people in suits along the way bowed and saluted when they saw him. A pair of younger brothers led the way and escorted him to the president's special elevator. ten floors.

The elevator slowly ascended, he raised his hand and glanced at his watch, it was Yuzawa's tea break time.

With a ding, the elevator arrived. He walked out, turned into the unremarkable alley in the corner, twisted and turned, came to the door of the president's room, and knocked three times.

"Come in." Yuzawa's voice was brisk, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

After opening the door, as soon as he entered the room, Si Jie was there, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, wearing an overly bright blue suit with expensive gemstones on the collar, cuffs, and skirt, and his black hair was loosely tied, smiling. Not the kind of far-fetched laugh with the people below, but a hearty laugh.

Opposite him, Yuzawa was standing, leaning against the corner of the table, talking about something interesting, his eyebrows beaming.

"President," Ding Huanliang saluted separately, "Branch."

Yu Ze only nodded, and continued to chat with Si Jie, basically he said, Si Jie listen, listen, the two of them laughed, Ding Huanliang didn't understand what they were laughing at, and only knew about the personal relationship with Yu Ze. In terms of relationship, among the four branch managers, I am afraid that no one can surpass Si Jie.

After laughing, Yuze was brimming with that joy, and asked Ding Huanliang: "Thanks for your hard work, is the road going well?"

"It went well," Ding Huanliang reported. "I arrived at midnight yesterday. It was too late so I didn't bother the president. He has been settled in a designated cell. He has trauma, his temperature is 39 degrees 7, and he has been injected with anti-inflammatory agents. He can be arraigned at any time."

"Okay." Yuzawa was very satisfied with his work.

"We could have arrived before nine o'clock," Ding Huanliang added, "but we ran into the Guangmu Tianwang on the way."

Yuzawa raised an eyebrow.

Si Jie put down his legs, leaned lazily, and looked at Ding Huanliang with a somewhat arrogant look.

"Yesterday at 28:130 p.m., there was a fierce exchange of fire in the river about [-] kilometers away from Jianghan. Through high-precision radar scanning, it was confirmed that it was the Guangmu Tianwang that was hijacked by the Peony Lion. Because I had the task of escorting core criminals, I did not dare to act rashly. Approaching, temporarily changing the route, coming back late."

Yuze nodded: "130 kilometers," he looked at Si Jie, "they pushed slowly enough."

"It will be even slower," Si Jie took out his cigarettes, tilted his head and nodded two, and handed one to Yuze, "The second batch of skeleton troops is gathering towards Shangjiang. The 130 kilometers are enough for them to walk for three days .”

"President," Ding Huanliang asked, "I will make preparations for when I plan to raise the case for interrogation."

Yuzawa held a cigarette, turned around and asked, "What do you think?"

There is no one there, only a wavy magnetic field with a slowly rotating "heart" of black metal particles in the middle.

Ding Huanliang still felt uncomfortable and even a little scared after seeing Mount Sumeru so many times.

"Afternoon," suddenly, the black "heart" spoke, in a low voice, the voice of an adult man, "I will see you in the afternoon."

Ding Huanliang was terrified. This was the first time he heard the voice of Mount Sumeru. It was distinct and unique, like a real person. What was even more frightening was that it didn't say "see you in the afternoon" but "see you in the afternoon". The future is messed up, time and space are messed up, which makes people frightened.

"Afternoon." Yuzawa repeated Xu Mishan's words and answered him.

Ding Huanliang nodded, and bowed to step back, but Si Jie stopped him: "Secretary Ding, do I have permission to see the core criminal first?"

Ding Huanliang was taken aback and looked at Yuze.

Si Jie also looked at Yuze, and for a split second, the eyes of the three intertwined. The undercover agent in the branch manager, Si Jie was seriously suspected, Yuze frowned, and smiled: "Of course, ask Huanliang about the place of detention. "

Si Jie seemed to be relieved, Yu Ze did not show any guard against him in important matters: "Thank you, President."

Ding Huanliang left the president's office and took the special elevator downstairs.

The cigarette that Si Jie handed to Yuze, as well as their chatting and laughing, made him unhappy. That was the real high-level communication, unlike him, who was just doing business.

He went to the fifth floor, went back to the office to get the password key, and then took the ordinary elevator to the ninth floor. Cen Zhuo was locked on this floor. In the small cubicle attached to the confidential meeting room, the walls were specially treated to be bulletproof, soundproof, and signal shielding. , he opened the door and went in, and saw Cen Zhuo huddled in the corner of the wall like a puddle of mud.

"Hey," he walked over and kicked him hard in the stomach, "get up!"

Cen Zhuo didn't respond, his cheeks flushed unnaturally because of the high fever.

Ding Huanliang frowned, knelt down and touched his forehead, it was very hot, wet with a layer of sweat: "Hey, Cen Zhuo!"

"leaf……"

"What?" Ding Huanliang leaned down and put his ear to his lips.

In a daze, Cen Zhuo stretched out his arms to hug him, with no strength but infinite gentleness: "Yezi, don't leave me..."

Ding Huanliang was startled, who is Ye Zi?

"Please," Cen Zhuo's hot air sprayed against his cheeks, so light, like feathers, like velvet, with a kind of humble pity inside, "I've been waiting for you..."

Ding Huanliang knew, it was Zhu Yeliang, that unparalleled guy who looked down on the world, that heartbreaker.

"Hey, Cen Zhuo, you are sick," Ding Huanliang pulled off his hand, indifferent but still cautious, stood up, stared at him in disgust, stared at him, bent down annoyed, and dragged him onto the sofa , "You fucking... so heavy!"

Cen Zhuo's fingers rubbed against his cheekbones, subconsciously, lightly touched: "Yezi..."

Ding Huanliang upset him so much that he threw him onto the sofa and wiped his face vigorously.

In this state, he could not accept interrogation at all. Ding Huanliang, with his arms akimbo, was worried when someone knocked on the door outside.

He was vigilant, this room is temporarily classified, no one knows: "Who!"

A sinister voice: "I."

It was Si Jie, he really came, Ding Huanliang first thought of the worst possibility - he was an undercover agent, and came to save people for Zhu Yeliang.

I touched my lower back with my hand, the gun was there, and the magazine was full, with a total of 25 bullets. In a real fight, it is not yet known who will win.

He opened the door, and Si Jie stood outside in a suit. Although the jurisdiction of the northern branch no longer exists, this man is still a core cadre of the dyeing agency. He passed Ding Huanliang and looked at the prisoner on the sofa. , a scarred young man with only a bathrobe on his body, fell asleep.

Ding Huanliang should get out of the way, but he didn't. Animals like beasts or falcons have a strong sense of territory. Cen Zhuo is his prey, and no one is allowed to touch him: "Branch, he is unconscious."

The implication is that there is no way to conduct cross-examination, but Si Jie said concisely: "Wake up."

Ding Huanliang was surprised: "He has a high fever."

"So what?" Si Jie raised his cold eyes, "Use cold water to wake him up."

Thinking of his talking and laughing with Yuze just now, Ding Huanliang endured it, pressed the communicator on the table, and ordered to go on, and soon a younger brother came in with two buckets of water. In summer, the water temperature is not bad, but when it is poured near forty degrees It must be bone-piercing on a high-heat body.

"Splash." Si Jie ordered.

Ding Huanliang looked sullen, watching his younger brother pick up the bucket and splash five liters of water on Cen Zhuo's head, he jumped up from the sofa with a jerk.

The bright eyes are wide open, water drops drip from the ends of the overly long hair, the bathrobe is soaked, and a thin layer sticks to the hot skin, and the peonies bloom one by one, looming with the heavy breathing .

Si Jie narrowed his eyes, a little appreciative: "Huanliang, Shenyang has talented people. One or two are unforgettable."

Cen Zhuo stared blankly at him, not knowing him, and subconsciously looked at Ding Huanliang.

They all came from Shenyang. For a moment, Ding Huanliang couldn't tell what it was like. Compared with Si Jie, Cen Zhuo, who had been fighting for several years, was his friend.

"Peony Lion's undercover agent," Si Jie grabbed Cen Zhuo's chin, "Which one is it?"

Cen Zhuo rolled his eyes blankly, was dizzy badly, and shook his head slightly.

Si Jie knelt on the sofa with one knee, grabbed his throat and pressed him against the wall: "Aren't you the president of Jialan Hall? Why don't you know anything?"

"Branch!" Ding Huanliang was anxious, Cen Zhuo was his prisoner, he could torture, others could not.

"What?" Si Jie turned his nervous eyes and glanced at him from the end of his eyes, "Your man, I can't move?"

"No," Ding Huanliang still didn't change his face when he was right. "He is very weak. The president will be interrogated in the afternoon. I can't explain if he broke it."

Si Jie lifted Cen Zhuo's bathrobe with one finger, and there was a blood hole on the left and right ribs. He pressed and pressed, and Cen Zhuo screamed. It may be too weak, or it may be shock caused by severe pain, dizziness past.

Ding Huanliang breathed a sigh of relief.

But Si Jie said, "Wake up."

"Branch?" Ding Huanliang felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell.

The younger brother picked up another bucket of water and splashed it on Cen Zhuo. He woke up again, trembling, looked at the two people in front of him in a daze, and moved his lips: "Kill...I..."

This is begging for death.Ding Huanliang was stunned. After being in the Ghost City for so long and being tortured so hard, this kid persisted, and even teamed up with Luo Bin to escape from prison. Is this finally unbearable?Tired, don't want to bear the pain anymore, or seeing Chengsha's roaring lion, desperate for Zhuyeliang?

"Let me... die..." Cen Zhuo muttered.

"Huh?" Si Jie didn't hear clearly, and leaned close to him, burying his head in the crook of his neck.

"Let...I die." Cen Zhuo said to him, but his eyes were on Ding Huanliang.

Ding Huanliang also looked at him: "Zhuyeliang is coming to Jianghan, that shit Ye Zi, are you waiting?"

Cen Zhuo leaned weakly on Si Jie's shoulder: "I...don't want to wait any longer," he slowly closed his eyes, a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes, "I don't want...to be disappointed..."

It might be best to die like this, once and for all.

Ding Huanliang's eyes were red. Zhuo Yeliang cared about Cen Zhuo. For this kid, he did not hesitate to expose his coordinates. At this time, he was besieged by the skeleton army on the Changjiang River. Losing Cen Zhuo, he might turn into a devil and wash Jianghan with blood!

But with Si Jie around, Ding Huanliang could only keep silent.

At this time, at this moment when all thoughts were lost, Cen Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Si Jie for a while. Although it was only for a moment, Ding Huanliang noticed it. Then, Si Jie got up from his neck and said to Ding Huanliang: "This man It's of no value, and the president's trial in the afternoon is a waste of time."

Ding Huanliang stared at him, at that moment, he should have said something to Cen Zhuo.

"Let's go." Si Jie turned around, and before going out, he made an abnormal movement and put his hands in his pockets.

Normally, he would take his hands out of his pockets before going out, but he was the opposite. Ding Huanliang tensed his muscles and was ready to draw his gun at any time.

Si Jie stood there, beckoning him to open the door with his eyes. The door was the best place to attack. Ding Huanliang bit the bullet and went over, quickly reached out, swiped the key, and pushed the door.

But nothing happened, Si Jie went out first, Ding Huanliang then activated the key and locked the door.

The two walked towards the elevator one after the other, Ding Huanliang stared at the bright blue extravagant figure in front of him, Si Jie came to see Cen Zhuo, just looking for a sense of presence?Put your hands in your pockets before going out, just want to overwhelm yourself with momentum?That Si Jie, who is so cautious that he is almost cunning, is this kind of person?

They broke up on the fifth floor, Si Jie went to have lunch, Ding Huanliang returned to the office, and the two younger brothers sat behind the temporary monitoring screen. Before Yu Ze saw Cen Zhuo, the entire secretary office did not dare to slack off.

On the screen was the cubicle of the conference room on the ninth floor. Cen Zhuo was curled up on the sofa dripping wet, and Ding Huanliang zoomed in on the center screen. At this moment, the phone rang, and the younger brother reported, "It's Secretary He."

Ding Huanliang picked up the microphone and said in a familiar voice, "I haven't eaten yet. I'll have someone send it to you."

"Well," Ding Huanliang suppressed his throat, as if whispering, "I'm really hungry..."

"Secretary!" The younger brother called out suddenly.

Ding Huanliang was startled, put down the phone, and looked at the monitoring screen. Cen Zhuo stood up from the sofa, staggered, walked to the door, pushed it, and the door opened.

This is impossible!Ding Huanliang clenched his fists. He can be sure that he locked it when he went out. The electronic password, 36-bit automatic encryption, will be randomly refreshed every time he starts, unless... he is stunned, there is decoding signal interference, as long as he is within one meter of the key Activate the jammer and the door will not lock.

That's why Si Jie put his hands in his pockets?The jammer... is in his pocket!

Ding Huanliang drew his gun and rushed out the door.

It was too late to take the elevator, so he ran up the stairs to the seventh floor, where two gunshots rang out.

Cen Zhuo!He ran up and rushed into the hall from the stairs on the ninth floor. There was a circle of younger brothers, all holding guns, and there was a pool of dazzling blood on the ground.

He pushed them away, and at this time, Yuze arrived from the other side of the corridor, behind him was Om Guardian with the combat lights on, the crowd moved away automatically, Yuze frowned, stepped into the pool of blood, and knelt down beside Cen Zhuo.

The core prisoner of Jialantang, with a blood-stained face, can't see his facial features clearly.

Dying, Cen Zhuo blinked his eyes, in the rosy field of vision, there was a blurry face, but the outline was so familiar: "Are you here to pick me up, brother..."

He's dying, talking nonsense.

Yuzawa was shocked, and slowly stretched out his hand, cupped his chin, and wiped away the blood with his thumb.

"Sister..." Cen Zhuo held his hand and asked with blood in his mouth, "Where are parents?"

Yuze's hands trembled, no, not just his hands, his whole body trembled: "... Xiao, Xiao Zhuo?"

Cen Zhuo suddenly looked like a child, grinning and crying with blood: "Brother, I'm in so much pain...I want to eat peaches, brother, take me home..."

"Xiao Zhuo!" Yu Ze knelt in a pool of blood, at a loss, and hugged Cen Zhuo into his arms, "I thought... thought you were gone that morning!"

There was a deathly stillness all around.

Yuze turned around abruptly, his face could only be described as ferocious, and roared angrily: "Who did you do it! Who gave you the courage to shoot my brother!"

Ding Huanliang was terrified.

He remembered that Yuze said that his family was ruined, his parents, siblings all died in the community fire, and he also said that if he could bring his family back to life with today's power, he would not hesitate.

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Ding Huanliang raised his hand to look at his watch. It was [-]:[-], and it was just afternoon.