Can't tell the truth from the fake

"At 2016:9 on September 16, 18, Beijing time, according to media reports in country M, a shooting and wounding incident occurred in southern California in country M. The incident killed 52 people including the suspect and seriously injured 3 people. The murdered man Lu A 20-year-old man of Chinese descent died because he was hit by multiple bullets, resulting in excessive blood loss. Now the US police staff have been involved in the investigation.”

Lu Xi looked at a few short lines of words, clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, and then let go.

In the news, the reporter took pictures from the scene. Rescue workers carried the injured into the ambulance. The deceased was wrapped in a black bag and flashed by. Stepping on the dark blood that has solidified.

Probably because he killed too much during his lifetime and suffered retribution.Even death will be tortured by countless bullets, and the pain when the body is broken seems to reappear.

His eyes became scarlet, and he wanted to know if those pursuers were still at large, and now, two years later, would he have the chance to kill his enemies and avenge his tragic death.

However, after thinking about it, Lu Xi finally just shook his head with a wry smile, throwing away the unrealistic fantasy in his mind.

How can one rely on one's own strength to compete with those people who were even afraid of the organization at that time.

Still cherish your hard-won new life.

"Hey, are you reading this news?" Ji Chong leaned over his head and looked at the computer screen, shaking his head as if sighing.

"What's the matter, do you also know about this shooting?" Lu Xi lowered his eyes to cover up his emotions, and asked in a low voice.

"I know what it means. I also read the news, okay? What's more, this incident was a sensation at the time." Ji Chong frowned somewhat dissatisfied.

"Why is there such a sensation? Shooting cases should not be uncommon in country M."

"Ordinary shootings are of course nothing, but this victim is too miserable." Ji Chong pointed to the name of the victim in the news, "Look, this is the Chinese named Lu Xi. It is said that later Forensics found more than 50 bullets in his body."

"...more than 50 pieces?" Lu Xi murmured unconsciously.

"I don't know how much hatred there is between the two sides. People are dying and they continue to beat themselves."

"Then do you know where I... the victim is buried?" Lu Xi asked.

"I don't know about that, but I heard that the ashes were... taken away by a Chinese! Probably brought back to China." Ji Chong replied quickly, but there was a suspicious pause in the middle.He glanced at Lu Xi, who hadn't noticed this detail, and suddenly yelled, "You!"

"You, why do you have such a strange expression? You can't do this, can you? Did you kill this person?"

"Me?" Lu Xi pointed at his nose in disbelief, and said angrily at Ji Chong, "Do you think I did all the crimes, murder, theft and robbery?"

"Uh..." Ji Chong coughed in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I was just joking, I didn't mean it."

Lu Xi pouted, turned off the computer, and lay crookedly on the bed with his left leg wrapped in plaster.

He covered his face with the quilt, and said to Ji Chong who was standing blankly in front of the computer in a muffled voice, "Hey, I'm going to sleep."

Ji Chong touched the tip of his nose, walked out of the bedroom silently, and closed the door gently.

Lu Xi was lying on the bed, recalling the information he had come into contact with since waking up, and it was hard to calm down.

He didn't think that he could wake up after death, nor did he think that it would be two years later when he opened his eyes again.

If it is said that two years later, apart from hopeless revenge, what he wants to do the most is to take a look at his tombstone.

Ji Chong said that it was a Chinese who took away his ashes.

But he no longer has any relatives and friends in China. He is an orphan, and his parents died in a car accident not long after he was born.He didn't have many friends in the first place, but he cut off contact with them since he was hunted down.

As for the organization he grew up with, after he chose to conceal his betrayal for Gu Wen, the organization moved abroad to avoid revenge from his employers.

So he really didn't know who else would put himself in front of countless pairs of eyes hiding in the dark and take him home regardless of his safety.

Who else... Could it be... Gu Wen?

Lu Xi suddenly had this idea in his heart, and then every cell in his body was clamoring for the name deeply buried in his heart.

The last phone call he made was to Gu Wen, and Gu Wen must have noticed his strangeness.

But in fact, he regretted that he didn't hang up the phone earlier because he was greedy for Gu Wen's voice.

He even felt that he shouldn't talk to Gu Wen, it was like drinking a dove to quench his thirst.

—— Gu Wen should have known that he had died in country M, and it was even more impossible for his organization and enemies to tell Gu Wen what he had paid for.

Gu Wen probably felt that he was trying to restore their relationship in this way, and even used death to get his attention.

At that time, their relationship with each other was already very bad, and after half a year of stalemate, he left the things that belonged to him when they lived together with Gu Wen in a deadpan manner, deceiving himself as if the two had never had a rift.

Under such circumstances, anyone who receives such a death call will feel full of malice.

Lu Xi let out a breath, massaged his fingers between his brows for a moment, then rubbed his eyes.

He and Gu Wen probably really have no fate.