Chapter 67 Rain

Chapter 67 Rain

There was silence throughout the Special Affairs Office.

Everyone seemed to feel that the volcano was about to erupt. When passing by the director's office, they always tiptoed, for fear that a slightly louder noise would detonate the bomb inside and be overwhelmed by anger.

"You frightened them."

Director Fu sighed helplessly, looked at the shadows quietly passing by outside the half-covered door, and poured tea into the girl's cup in front of him.

"Afraid of what? Afraid of me, a cripple?"

Ai Qing seemed to be amused, but there was no smile on her face or in her eyes: "Don't worry, no matter how unbearable it is, I won't play tricks in the special affairs department."

"No, I want to persuade you to calm down."

Director Fu shook his head, wanted to smoke, but seemed to think of something, hesitated for a long time, and finally rolled up his sleeves and stuck a nicotine patch on his arm.

"Whether it's the Astronomical Society or the Social Security Bureau, in the final analysis, you still have to follow the rules. Since there are rules, there must be unpleasant things. You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself."

"To be honest, I'm not worried about Qi Wen."

Ai Qing sneered indifferently: "No matter how much he looks like a human being, he still has the habit of being a dog in his bones, carrying around to show off when he has a little bit of two bones.

If he is in a corner, the Yin family can't do anything about him for the time being, and they are so crazy that they want to jump into the quagmire of Jinling. Don't think about it at all, no matter how powerful he is, does he have the prestige of the Huai family back then?

In less than two years, he will be smashed to the bone and sucked out by those clans... At that time, I'm afraid he will have to thank the Yin family for saving his life because of the old love?

What I am worried about are the people who have returned to the net.

In this matter, Qi Wen is not critical, but the problem is that all the clues we could find were destroyed by Qi Wen, that smart bastard! "

She knocked on the handrail expressionlessly: "Now in our hands, apart from a pile of corpses and a ruin, there is only one nonsense prophecy poem left.

In this case, if those guys really have any moves, we are simply waiting to die! "

Director Fu didn't speak anymore, but just rolled up his sleeves anxiously, and put on two more nicotine patches.

After so many days, whether it was internal announcements or private exchanges among colleagues, they almost all had an understanding of the surrounding situation and the large-scale mobilization of the Guijing people that had never been seen in recent years.

Not only in Xinhai, abnormalities were found in more than seven or eight cities, covering almost the entire eastern coastal area of ​​Dongxia.

If you don't pay attention, it will be another border war, and you don't know how many people will be affected by then.

No one wants sparks to break out in their own jurisdiction, whether it is from the perspective of responsibility or professional life.

But that's not the only thing that makes Ai Qing feel uneasy.

Something else made her irritable, even angry.

It's like the premonition lingering like forgetting to bring your keys and turning off the faucet when you go out. It's hard to feel comfortable when you know your damn instinct is about to start working again.

Even though this talent is appreciated by many people, few people can realize how much Ai Qing hates it.

Especially when you don't know when the shoes upstairs will fall off, it's even more disgusting.

This anxiety has been entangled in her mind until a certain moment, she finally found the source of this abnormality, stood up suddenly, put on crutches and went back to the door of the interrogation room, looking around.

Empty corridors, trash cans everywhere, and on the ashtray on top of the trash cans, that small bottle that is an eyesore no matter how you look at it.

Ai Qing stretched out her hand and picked up the thumb-thick bottle, and there was still a drop of lavender liquid in it.

It smells faintly bitter, like some kind of medicine.

The accompanying test strips reacted orange-red.

She could tell that it was some kind of potion from the frontier, and the orange-red color was between the red for stimulants and the yellow for tranquilizers.

She looked at Director Fu: "Who else came here just now?"

With a dazed look on his face, Director Fu casually pulled over a subordinate who had just finished sorting out the transcripts, but the subordinate also looked at them confusedly.

"You mean Huai Shi?" The subordinate thought for a while, then looked at Ai Qing: "Aren't you together?"

Snapped!

The bottle shattered on the ground.

finally……

When the upstairs finally dropped the other boot, Ai Qing found that besides being stunned and shocked, she actually felt a bit of relief.

"What's wrong?" Director Fu asked.

Holding on to her crutches, Ai Qing waved her hand feebly: "Now go and count your staff on duty, focusing on the armed guards and their weapons and equipment."

With the invaluable trust and understanding, even though Ai Qing didn't give any explanation, Director Fu still issued the order according to her request.

Soon, after a brief search and inventory, today's attendance and actual arrival records were handed over.

There are many armed guards with live ammunition.

But there was an error in the attendance record, and one person disappeared. Soon, the missing person was found from the toilet cubicle, with a rope tied to his body, his mouth sealed with tape, and he was struggling.

"Old Wang?" Director Fu was stunned.

As soon as the tape was torn off, Lao Wang, regardless of his violent coughing, shouted loudly: "It's Huai Shi, it's Huai Shi...he took the key...the key to the armory!"

"It's really, really bad..."

In the momentary silence, Ai Qing leaned against the corner and closed her eyes wearily.

This bastard.

Do you know what you did?

Soon, under surveillance, the shadow of a young man walked out of the armory with a travel bag, like strolling in a garden, waving from time to time to greet passing acquaintances, and walked out of the secret service office unimpeded.

With an automatic rifle, six magazines, two pistols with fifty rounds of pistol ammunition, six grenades, two pieces of dynamite, etc...

It's like going to a supermarket.

Return with a rewarding experience.

With a peaceful smile, he stopped a taxi and left silently.

Director Fu almost went crazy when he saw this.

Damn, I should have killed this bastard on the spot if I knew it earlier!

He yanked past the sweaty guards and asked loudly, "How long has he been walking?

"Two, twenty minutes..."

"Twenty minutes? A dog can find something wrong in twenty minutes. Are you even worse than a dog!" Director Fu was so angry that he almost tore his hands off.

Seeing Ai Qing who was calm enough to drink tea beside her, she suddenly became more irritable: "Why are you not in a hurry at all?"

"Is there any use in being anxious?"

Ai Qing put down her teacup and sighed softly: "If we really want to start preparing for something, maybe we can start to discuss what style should be used for Qi Wen's funeral."

twenty minutes?

Don't be kidding, the day lily has been cold for three crops.

Twenty minutes ago, the rain poured down.

On the viaduct, the taxi was speeding, smashing through layers of rain curtains. There were still old disco songs from more than ten years ago in the car. As the Buddha plate hanging from the rearview mirror rotated, the driver shook his head and hummed along with the singing.

On the co-pilot, the boy holding a huge travel bag stared blankly at the rain curtain outside the window, as if he was looking at the looming black birds in the sky.

"Little brother, this can't work."

The driver said: "You've been driving for a long time, and you don't even have a destination to drive forward. Now you're almost on the highway, at least tell me where you are going?

Why don't I find you a place, how about changing your car? I charge you twenty yuan less. "

In the silence, the boy just looked out of the window quietly, as if he didn't speak, until the driver couldn't help but wanted to ask again, he didn't make a sound.

"No need, master, just put me here."

"On the elevated road? Little brother, are you desperate?"

The driver looked at him in astonishment: "Parking here will cost you points!"

"It's okay."

The boy took out a pair of folded raincoats from his travel bag and put them on neatly, "When the time comes, just say you're being coerced by me."

As he spoke, he unzipped the travel bag and showed him the firearms and bullets glowing with copper.

Suddenly, with a slamming brake, the taxi stopped on the elevated highway, which almost caused a rear-end collision, which caused a lot of angry horns.

The driver's face was pale, and he raised his hands: "Little brother, please forgive me, I, I still have a family to support... I only have so much money... It's not enough for me to get it..."

The boy smiled, shook his head, took out his phone, scanned the QR code to pay, and paid three times the price.

"I'm sorry to trouble you."

He opened the car door with his bag in his hand, and said goodbye politely: "I wish you a happy life, goodbye."

The door is closed.

In the torrential rain, the taxi accelerated crazily and fled.

Leaving Huai Shi alone in place.

The thick rain curtain seemed to swallow everything up. Countless raindrops broke in an instant, setting off a roar that seemed as if the world was shattering. Other than that, there was a palpitating silence.

Everything became foggy, only the traffic lights under the elevated road were shining bright red.

Those passing vehicles came out of the rain and fog and disappeared into the rain and fog, just like running monsters.

Among these countless steel monsters, Huai Shi stood in the center of the viaduct, bent down to put down her travel bag, and put the pistol, magazines and bullets on the vest under her raincoat.

Classify.

Put these on the left, those on the right, and some more in the middle.

So it got heavier.

So gradually enriched.

It was as if he had recovered his internal organs one by one, they seemed to be beating in his empty lungs, and he was returning to his integrity step by step.

The empty body seemed to welcome back the breath of the soul.

Until the end, he picked up the heavy automatic rifle and hung it on his shoulder.

In a trance, Huai Shi seemed to be finally complete.

But there seems to be something missing.

Until he finally remembered to stuff the earphones hanging around his collar into his ears, and then, the rough drum and bass sound tore apart this overly noisy silence.

“Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind?”

The boy tapped the gun body with his fingers, humming softly with the song, "can he walk at all'or if he moves will he fall?"

Is he still sane?

Is he blind?

Can he still move forward?

Or is he about to fall?

During the long or short wait, he shook his head to the beat of the drums, lingering above the rain, fog and overpasses, like an invisible soul, letting the heavy vehicles pass by.

As if waiting for a distant bell to ring.

Until the dark birds once again streaked across the shadows from the rain.

He unhurriedly raised the body of the gun in his hand, rested it on his shoulder, released the safety, and stared at the silhouette that gradually emerged in the rain through the rain left on the hood.

High beams illuminated his eyes.

At that moment, he pulled the trigger.