Three years ago, in Gongzhou.
10th of January.
Bang! The door of an abandoned house was pushed open, and a cold wind blew into the room. Dust flew up in the dim light, then gradually settled down.
"Go in," Aje ordered in a low voice.
The young man he was escorting was extremely thin. His face was completely pale, and his lips were slightly pale. Even his shoulder bones were hurting his hands. Probably because he had been deprived of his vision for a long time, he could not see any light from the outside world after suddenly removing the blindfold. His eyes were always half-closed, and his dark eyelashes were condensed by sweat, covering his haggard eyes in a messy manner, forming a tired arc at the end.
The light was too weak, and most of the scene in the room only outlined a few hazy lines.
No one would recognize this young man just by looking at his silhouette. He was Jiang Stops, the captain of the second anti-narcotics team in Gongzhou, who had been kidnapped a few months ago.
Jiang Stops was half-pushed and half-supported by Aje. Someone stepped forward and put a gun to his head. Someone stuffed something hard and cold into his weak hand. It was a gun.
Aje picked up his phone and put it next to Jiang Stops' ear. Then, the nightmarish, gentle and cruel voice spoke.
"Kill the spy in front of you, and you'll be free."
"No, I can't do it. I … "
"You can."
"I can't. Why don't you just kill me? Just kill me quickly! "
"You can." The King Of Spades was still very patient. He even said with a smile, "You don't want to die, Jiang Stops. You're the last person I've ever seen in this world who doesn't want to die. You won't give up in any desperate situation, even if it's the slightest chance of survival. This is your nature. You were born like this, so you can do it. "
"…"
"Kill him, and you'll be free. Otherwise, you'll die here too."
Jiang Stops gasped for breath, and the hand holding the gun trembled violently. He had never been so afraid of guns in his life. It was as if he wasn't holding a gun, but the cold, poisonous fangs of a snake. The venom seeped through his skin and into his blood until it reached his heart.
"Jiang Stops," the King Of Spades said, "Didn't you say you could beat me? Prove it. "
After a long time, the hand Aje had been staring at finally moved.
The gun was slowly lifted into the air, and the muzzle turned and pointed at Jiang Stops' temple.
"F * ck!" Ah Jie cursed loudly. He grabbed Jiang Ting's hand and turned the muzzle. The next second, he heard, "Bang!"
The figure in the dark corner in front of him trembled, then slipped against the wall and fell to the ground powerlessly.
After more than ten seconds of dead silence, Jiang Stops' gun fell to the ground with a thud. His last strand of nerves finally snapped, and he leaned back. Aje grabbed him and forced his eyelids open to look at his pupils. He shouted, "Tranquilizer!"
Someone was running over, and someone was shouting, but Jiang Stops couldn't hear anything.
The syringe pierced his skin, and the sharp pain woke him up. His consciousness was clear, but his body didn't listen to him. He struggled to get up, and the syringe left his body with a trail of blood and fell to the dusty ground.
Then he started coughing, and his trachea spasmed. His whole body curled up, and his throat was full of the sweet taste of rust. In between breaths, he heard Aje say in a hard voice, "It's better for you to get a shot."
But he didn't answer. He forced himself to stop coughing, clenched his teeth, and swallowed back the blood in his mouth. He didn't know whose hand he was holding, but he stood up awkwardly.
"Don't worry about him. Jiang Stops is like that," the King Of Spades said over the phone. "He's free now."
Jiang Stops pulled his hand back, as if he wanted to stand up on his own. But his health and strength had been depleted over the past few days, and he couldn't even do such a simple thing. He staggered back a few steps, and his back leaned against the wall. He felt the whole world spinning in front of him.
Then he heard something in his dizziness.
It was the sound of sirens coming from afar.
"The police are here. Jiang Stops, I'm going to return you to them."
The King Of Spades on the other end of the phone sounded very nostalgic. No matter what he said, it sounded like words of love. His voice was always steady and disgusting, and it sounded like a nightmare whispering in one's ear.
"When you return to the police force, you will have to face countless doubts, questions, and accusations. You will have to bear all the hatred, hatred, and abuse. Please don't forget the bet we made today. No matter how perfect your glib tongue is, no one will believe it. No one will listen to it. Because all the facts have proven that you are a traitor."
"One day, you will realize that I'm right, and then you will be willing to return to the place where we first met. Until then, as long as there is one police officer willing to believe you, even if there is only one, "the King Of Spades's mocking smile deepened, and he said," I lose. "
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