do not speak

In the whole bar, only the stage lights were turning around, and the music was drowned out by the loud voices. Zheng Yuan was holding a glass of freshly mixed wine, sitting at the bar counter and watching the group of demons dancing in the center of the dance floor with cold eyes.

He has been coming here every night recently, saying nothing, doing nothing, ordering a glass of wine to drink slowly, and leaving after drinking.

Occasionally someone came to talk to him, but he didn't hear it at all.

The bartender brother took the trouble to strike up a conversation with him every day, and he fought repeatedly and failed repeatedly.

Zheng Yuan originally thought he was annoying, but today he took his words for no reason.

"No."

The voice was low and distant.

The little brother didn't realize who said this for a while, but when he saw Zheng Yuan staring at him, he realized that he was answering his own question, and asked dully: "Why do you come here every day to drink to relieve your worries if you haven't lost your love?"

Zheng Yuan shook the wine glass, shaking the bartending brother's face reflected in the sake, with a smile on his face: "Little friend, there are more painful things in this world than falling in love."

"I'm not a child anymore." The person opposite scratched his head embarrassingly, and whispered, "I'm already an adult."

Zheng Yuan let out a "hmm" and drank the wine in the glass.

"gone."

"Wait!" The bartender quickly pressed his hand on the bar, and immediately released it like an electric shock. He lowered his head and asked, "Are you...will you come tomorrow?"

"I don't mean anything else, I just want you to taste my new wine tomorrow..."

"I'm not coming." Zheng Yuan interrupted him, just as a ray of light swept over and illuminated the face of the person opposite - already flushed from holding back.

The bartending boy sighed regretfully, and after hearing the other party's next sentence, his heart that had just fallen from his throat lifted up again.

Zheng Yuan smiled like a gentleman, and asked in a gentle voice, "Will you come with me?"

The moment the bartender looked up, he saw the blue-purple light fall into Zheng Yuan's eyes, which were pierced by the long eyelashes and turned into stars.

"He won't answer my call." Sun Kaichen handed the phone to Wei Huaiming helplessly, "Why don't you come?"

The only ones who have Zheng Yuan's contact information here are "Golden Triangle" and Sun Kaichen. The former directly prompts to shut down the phone, but the latter has no answer.

"It's the same when I come." Wei Huaiming took out his mobile phone and dialed, "Look, isn't this still..."

"Hey?"

The call is connected.

Wei Huaiming turned on the hands-free, Qin Yan frowned when he heard the "Hello".

This is not Zheng Yuan's voice.

Wei Huaiming also recognized it, and asked, "Where's Zheng Yuan?"

"He's taking a shower."

The bartender subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bathroom.

The bathroom design of the hotel is very difficult to describe. I think some people can’t accept the whole piece of transparent glass, but they want to make the upper part transparent, and the lower part is made of frosted glass.

As soon as Zheng Yuan turned his head, he could see the situation in the room.

When he saw the people in the room holding up his mobile phone and talking, his face quickly sank.

Wei Huaiming on the other end was confused: "Taking a shower? No, who are you? New boyfriend?"

The bartending boy's face burned up, and he stammered: "It's...not yet..."

"Who allowed you to answer my phone?" Zheng Yuan ran out of the bathroom in a hurry, pulled a bath towel around it, and didn't even have time to wipe off the water droplets on his body. The air pressure was so low that he seemed to be eating people.

"I... I just heard your phone ring..."

Too impatient.As soon as I met him, I tried to get close to his life, even trying to test his attitude as a stranger.

Zheng Yuan snatched the phone, and before he could hang up, he heard a familiar voice from the other end.

"Zheng Yuan, it's me."

The hand that was still stained with water drops just stood still in mid-air.

He had even forgotten how long it had been since he had heard this voice.It seems to have been a century, and it seems to be heard every day.

If he cut himself from day to night, then this voice was a sharp dagger, rushing into his dream at night, carving out the shadow of that person.

The room was terribly quiet, except for Zheng Yuan's slightly rapid breathing.

The other end was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Come and see me."

The commanding tone brought Zheng Yuan back to reality.He poohed: "What identity are you talking to me now? Do you think you can still order me?"

The tone on the other end was still faint, with unquestionable majesty: "Don't you want revenge? Come to see me."

"Who doesn't know you are with..."

"In an hour, see you at the old place."

Before Zheng Yuan could refuse, the phone was hung up.

The bartender brother couldn't hear the content of the conversation, just watching the change in his expression, he didn't even dare to show his breath.

Zheng Yuan glanced at him, put on his clothes neatly, and closed the door.

The cold wind blowing against his face collided with the heater in the hotel lobby, knocking him awake.

He didn't even think about anything, and carried out that person's instructions as if he had been poisoned.

Looking at the neon lights in front of him, Zheng Yuan raised the corners of his mouth—what a bitch.

"Golden Triangle" returned the phone to Wei Huaiming, looked at the stunned crowd and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"You just hung up like that?" Sun Kaichen yelled with wide eyes, "Do you know how hard it is to get through this call, you just hung up like this? And what was your attitude just now? If I..."

"It's not you." The man carefully flattened the photo in his hand and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his coat, "He is Zheng Yuan, not you."

Qin Yan handed Wei Huaiming the down jacket that he had hung on the back of the chair, put another coat on himself, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Originally thought that the "old place" they were talking about would be a gloomy and weird place, but they didn't expect the "Golden Triangle" to direct them to an abrupt small house.

This is where Li Jin's body was dismembered.

"It's a coincidence, I think it's a coincidence too." The man in the back row chuckled, "My little friend dare not live with me blatantly. It's hard for me to find such a remote place."

"Too bad not only used my stuff but also made a mess of the house,"

He would come to clean the house once a week, until one time when he came, he found that the place was cordoned off.

The room was already in disrepair. He wanted to suppress the discomfort to clean up all the blood, but in the end he couldn't.

The case turned in a circle and returned to the original point.

At this point, no one believes that this case is not artificial.

Using Li Jin's imitation to commit crimes aroused the serial killer's dissatisfaction, but he was not sure whether this could really draw him out, so he added fuel to the fire and destroyed what he cherished.

It ruined his art, and ruined his obsession.

Qin Yan opened the door again.

The smell of blood was almost gone, the ground was still rusty red, and the blood splashed on the wall solidified into a strange shape, like a lonely soul struggling in a frying pan.

Zheng Yuan came alone.

Since he was picked up from the police station, the attitude towards him there has become very subtle.

First, the bodyguards around him were transferred away, and then his uncle stopped contacting him, and occasionally he only sent someone to pass on the mission.

Clearly, he was snubbed.

Zheng Yuan arrived later than Qin Yan and the others, and when he saw a car parked here from a distance, he suddenly had the idea of ​​going back.

Wei Huaiming happened to be standing at the door and waved his hand at him from a distance. Zheng Yuan stopped turning the steering wheel for a moment, but he still drove over bravely.

"Here we come." Seeing Zheng Yuan get off the car, Wei Huaiming handed him a cigarette familiarly.Zheng Yuan ignored him, went straight to push the door, and was stopped by Wei Huaiming again.

Zheng Yuan raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Deceive me?"

"No, no, we're talking about things inside." Wei Huaiming persistently handed him a cigarette, and the other party reluctantly took it.

"I just want to ask, are you really shaking?"

Zheng Yuan took a puff of cigarette, rolled his eyes while coughing, "None of your business."

"Look at your current attitude. When you saw me a few days ago, you were so affectionate. Now that you see your old lover, it's completely revealed?" Wei Huaiming sighed, "Maybe this is a man."

Zheng Yuan's choking hadn't passed yet, and he coughed twice before he recovered his breath. Just as he was about to scold, the door was pushed open.

"Golden Triangle" stood less than three meters away from him, and stretched out his hand to him.

Zheng Yuan looked at him carefully, it looked like a piece of blood was stuck in his throat, and his mouth was full of bitter bloody smell.

The years have not left any traces on his face, the only difference from the past is that he is a little thinner.

There was a long-lost smile on the man's face, just like seeing him for the first time.

I'm so worthless, I clearly hate you to the bone, but my heart is still moving when I see you again.

Zheng Yuan pinched himself before regaining consciousness, grabbed the hand and pulled him over, the other arm quickly wrapped around the man's neck, and the warm spring｜knife rested on the man's neck .

The cold wind quickly blew away the remaining heat on the knife, and the coolness made him frown.

"You should change to a warmer weapon." The man didn't struggle the whole time, allowing Zheng Yuan to toss, and in this posture, he tilted his head to his ear and made a suggestion.

Following his movement, the knife penetrated an inch, and bright red blood oozed out.

Wei Huaiming wanted to step forward to stop him, but was held back by Qin Yan.

"Why do you still have the face to appear in front of me?" Zheng Yuan pushed the knife an inch in, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you know that I want to kill you even in my dreams?"

"I know, that's why I'm here." The man's voice was extremely gentle, with infinite tolerance and love, "I have thought about countless ways to die, but none of them are pretty enough, but after meeting you, I am Just thinking, one day you'll kill me, and that's the best outcome I can think of."

"Of all my works of art, you are the most perfect one."

The blood on his neck had already stained the whole knife red, Zheng Yuan didn't reply him a word, pulled out the knife from his neck and pointed it at his chest.

Qin Yan let go of his hand, and Wei Huaiming quickly rushed over.

The moment the dagger fell, Wei Huaiming pulled the "Golden Triangle" out of Zheng Yuan's arms.

But the weight on my waist disappeared.

Zheng Yuan raised the gun that had just passed by Wei Huaiming.

"boom."