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In Xiaotongguan, Duan Zhanzhou and Duan Yelin slammed the door after a big fight and ran out.

Duan Zhanzhou kicked away a small stone and cursed angrily, "Fuck!"

Tomorrow is the day of execution, but now almost everyone is telling him that it is useless, this is over.Even Duan Yelin didn't support him at all, and categorically rejected his idea of ​​fighting head-on with the military commander.

That guy, is he really dying?

With a bang, Duan Zhanzhou slammed hard on the stone wall, scaring passers-by to hide a few steps away, his face was livid, but he didn't know where the fire came from.

For his people, he must be the one who decides whether to live or die.

Walking in the city with such a cold face, he gradually reached the east gate.

It was still very early, and the steamer selling steamed buns was not yet hot, but the people waiting to leave the city had already lined up for a long time, letting them out one by one.

There was an old man pulling a scooter in the team. He was sweating profusely, and he was pulling the cart forward. There seemed to be a dead man lying on the cart. His body was covered with a white cloth, and only his yellow hair and a bloody wrist were exposed. , looking at the bursting veins and ashen complexion, one knew that it must be a terrible death.

Just as the guard was about to get closer, he smelled a bad smell, and immediately wrinkled his facial features together and shook his head: "What the hell..."

The old man pulling the cart bowed his body: "Master, I specially drag the prisoners who died in the prison to the mass grave. This one just died two days ago. If you don't bury it, it will stink."

"Really, there is nothing hidden, right?" The janitor picked up a small piece of white cloth with the end of his gun, and immediately frowned, "Damn it! It's too miserable to die, so drag it out and throw it away! Bah, bah, bah Bah, bad luck!"

The rest of the people also cursed a few words, seeing the dead body early in the morning, no one was happy.

But hearing these words, Duan Zhanzhou felt a little uncomfortable, and his chest felt tight, so he stepped forward and reprimanded: "What are you talking about?"

When the gatekeeper saw Duan Zhanzhou, he quickly put away his gun, stood at attention, and raised one hand to salute: "Hello, Commander!"

"Dead people are also people, so keep some virtue in your mouth."

"It is my fault."

Looking again at the corpse covered with white cloth, Duan Zhanzhou asked: "Which prison did he come out of, and what did he commit to die?"

"Hey, officer, you can make things difficult for me. As soon as I collect the corpse, I don't know what happened. Anyway, those who die in prison are all self-inflicted. It's not a pity."

There have been too many deaths in Hezhou City in the past few days, which will inevitably arouse people's feelings of compassion. Duan Zhanzhou turned around and took a few dollars from his pocket to reward the old man, "You have worked hard, go do your work, Bury him well."

The old man was naturally obedient after he got the benefits, said a few words about the blessing of a long life, and dragged the car out of the city gratefully.

The wheel of the cart hit a small stone, and it shook from side to side, and the hand that was exposed outside also shook, and an object fell out from the palm of the hand. As soon as it landed, it was greeted by the rear wheel It was crushed and shattered into dross.

Duan Zhanzhou's eyes just fell on there, and when he focused his eyes, it seemed to be a small candle.

When the wind blows, it all disperses into foam.

As if his heart was scratched by something, Duan Zhanzhou felt some unexplained shortness of breath, so he loosened the neckline with his fingers and walked back.

If he didn't save the jungle, that guy would be like this corpse, nameless, without an inscription, dragged out of the mass grave and buried casually, right?

Thinking of this, he suddenly shivered.

When he returned to Xiaotongguan, he broke into Duan Yelin's room aggressively again, and said straight to the point: "Whether you support it or not, I will go to the execution ground tomorrow. If you don't want to see me in trouble, send me troops." , if I don’t care about my life or death, I will go myself!”

In the past few days, he has been going back and forth to make a fuss about the jungle, Duan Yelin is no longer surprised, after hearing what he said, he just sighed slightly.

"When he was in your hands, you tried your best to kill him. Now that he is in someone else's hands, you feel so distressed. I really don't know what you are doing."

"Who is distressed?" Duan Zhanzhou's mouth was very stiff, "I just can't get used to Yuan Sen's dirty tricks, my people, I make my own decisions."

Duan Yelin gave him a meaningful look, some words were in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow them or spit them out, so he could only be silent for a while.

In the eyes of Duan Zhanzhou, this silence was obviously a kind of rejection. He sneered and nodded: "Sure, if you don't want to, I will go by myself."

He turned around and was about to leave, but Duan Yelin slapped the table and stopped him: "Stop!"

"Commander Duan, what other orders do you have?" Duan Zhanzhou was obviously not in a good mood, and confronted him tit for tat.

Looking at his rebellious back, Duan Yelin could only lower his eyes helplessly. What he was going to say next was a bit cruel, and he didn't know what kind of reaction he would get after he said it.

"Zhanzhou, it's too late."

Duan Zhanzhou turned around slowly. He felt that fear was like a moving shackle. It came out from the ground and climbed up his body, locking his body and making him unable to breathe. His voice began to Trembling: "...what do you mean?"

Trembling fingertips, fluctuating eyelashes, sweaty forehead... Duan Yelin saw every detail, and couldn't bear it, he replied solemnly: "Yuan Ye just called, the jungle is in the prison of the military commander. Li couldn't stand the torture...and died suddenly."

Duan Zhanzhou heard the sound of his own heartbeat, first it was like a small drum, then it was like a gong, and gradually it became like thunder, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and the beat stopped.

Violence, death?

Do these two words mean dead?He even tried to find out something else.

"Impossible! Yuan Sen, Yuan Sen did not issue a notice that the criminal is dead..."

"That's because he wants to force us to do it. He concealed the news of his death just to see us mess up. If you really rob the execution ground, he will pour a lot of dirty water on us!"

Duan Yelin got up, walked to Duan Zhanzhou step by step, patted his shoulder with a big hand, and said with difficulty: "Zhanzhou..."

But after saying two words, I don't know how to go on.

Duan Zhanzhou couldn't hear anything at this time, as if a pair of big hands covered his eyes, ears, nose... making him as confused as if he had fallen into the deep sea.

"Are you sure it's...? He, that guy is very cunning, maybe it's just a fake death!"

"It's been two days since I lost my breath."

"..." Duan Zhanzhou pursed his lips, "Yuan Ye belongs to the Yuan family, and his words... can't be trusted."

"If it wasn't for the smell of the corpse, it couldn't be covered up, so it could only be dragged out and buried. Yuan Ye wouldn't be sure."

A living person will not have the smell of a dead body, but if there is any trace of life, it will not rot.

What's more, if Yuan Ye really had one heart with Yuan Sen, then he shouldn't have told them that the jungle was dead.

This matter is more real than pearls.

After a while, Duan Zhanzhou lowered his head, left Duan Yelin's room with a pale face, and returned to his bedroom.

He sat on his sofa in a daze, the kind of sitting upright, motionless, and he didn't know where to put his hands.He had to admit that a sense of unreality surrounded him.

At first, it was like losing a part of his body, but when he touched his hands and feet, they were clearly there. He couldn't tell where it hurt, but every piece of skin seemed to be torn, which made him suffer.

When that person was there, he would disappear if he didn't want to see him, but now he wants to see him...but he can't see him again?

Shouldn't we be cheering loudly?Shouldn't Cong Wei be celebrating?Shouldn't you have a glass of wine?

No.He was not in the mood at all.

In Lixia's weather, he was in a sunny room, but it was as cold as a funeral parlor, which was the most sensational feeling in the world.

In a trance, he felt that he was covered in cold sweat and wanted to take off his jacket, but his fingertips were too clumsy to undo a single button. The harder he tried, the more impatient he became, and he even knocked over the lamp with a wave of his hand in anger!

The desk lamp hit the ground with a sound, and the wooden box on the table was knocked to the ground, the lock was knocked open, and all the things inside fell out.

This is jungle stuff….No, it should be called a relic.

Duan Zhanzhou knelt down and picked up the wooden box.The things in the box are really pitiful, a few changes of clothes, and a folded handkerchief.The handkerchief was embroidered with crape myrtle flowers, it belonged to Cong Wei, it was washed clean, it looked like she didn't dare to take it out and use it harshly, so she kept it carefully.And those clothes were also made by Cong Wei for the jungle.

For the first time, he felt Jungle's attachment to Cong Wei.

Carefully unfolding the veil, a black object fell out from inside. When I picked it up, it turned out to be a bullet casing.

On the surface of the shell case, a few words - Duan Zhanzhou were scratched with a sharp knife.

Come to think of it, this was the first bullet he had wounded the jungle.He didn't leave any good things to the jungle. Unexpectedly, in the end, what he took to treasure was the bullet that injured him.

It's scary and shocking to like someone so much.

Duan Zhanzhou's throat seemed to be hung with a lead weight. He packed everything as it was, held it in his arms, lay down on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

It's really possessed, even after death, this person still influences me like a shadow.

He couldn't help but think that every time he came back in the past, whether he wanted to see it or not, the jungle would appear within his reach, with a submissive, humble and pitiful appearance.

Habit is really a devil, and now he is alone, and no one will answer even if he calls out.

He felt that a worm crawled out of his loneliness and burrowed into his heart, gnawing and biting, devouring the flesh and blood. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but the worm burrowed into his heart, and the bite was riddled with holes.

why?

But after a traitor died, why did he suddenly feel that life is boring?

Too much ups and downs of emotions and chaotic thinking made his consciousness gradually become a little obsessed. When he finally came back to his senses, he found that he had slept with the wooden box in his arms. Looking at the sky outside, it should be close to dusk.

However, his pupils tightened suddenly, because he didn't wake up on the sofa in his own room, but woke up on the bed in a small room that could almost be called poor and simple.

Jungle room.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice suddenly appeared in the room.

Duan Zhanzhou suddenly raised his head, Xu Hang was sitting on the small chair opposite the bed, holding a cup of tea, blowing the foam gently, looking leisurely.Duan Zhanzhou, who didn't understand at all, supported his head to wake himself up, almost thinking that he was still in a dream: "You brought me here?"

Xu Hang took a sip of tea and smiled: "Do you think I have the ability to carry you from sleep, but you don't know it at all?"

Obviously that's impossible, he's not that confused yet.

"Then why am I here?"

"Is it strange?" Xu Hang asked back, and then changed a tone that was half ironic and half sad, "Even if you found his room in your sleep, it seems that in your subconscious, your obsession with him is deep enough .”

"What are you talking about?!" Duan Zhanzhou was already in a bad mood, and he lost his patience when he heard Xu Hang's incoherent words.

It was going to be dark soon, and Xu Hang wanted to explain everything before it got dark, so he put down his teacup, and raised his eyes, like searchlights, into Duan Zhanzhou's heart.

He asked: "Do you often wake up like this now, not in your own bedroom, but lying on someone else's bed?"

He asked: "Are you very strange, always feel that you saw something in your dream, both true and false, but you can't remember anything when you wake up?"

He asked: "Are you curious, why did you wake up with Cong Wei when you just drank a little too much?"

Every time Xu Hang asked a question, Duan Zhanzhou's back was twitched, and even his joints ached.

He almost had a contradictory idea, he wanted to cover Xu Hang's mouth so that he would not say the next terrible thing, but he couldn't wait for him to say it.

"What on earth are you trying to say? Stop playing tricks on me!" He almost growled.

The more you look at him like this, the expression on Xu Hang's face becomes colder, just like the ruthless King of Hades pronouncing crimes, but his posture is like a storyteller: "Don't worry, I will tell you. This is a very long story. Listen slowly."