At the foot of the mountain, the temporary headquarters.
A row of village bungalows and several IVECO special police vehicles became the command center of Yaoshan's large-scale anti-drug operation. The police were all disguised in plain clothes, and everyone was in a hurry. The forensic doctor lifted two bodies covered with white cloth from the car and then carried them into the temporarily set up simple autopsy room.
Looking out of the window, the village chief's family and Gong Achi, whose head was bleeding, were being escorted by armed police officers. They were staggering across the open space.
"Hey, Captain Yan?"
"Captain Yan!"
Yan Ji nodded and waved his hand to signal the police on both sides of the door to make way. Then he got on the minibus.
Jiang Stops was wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the corner of the last row of seats. His head was leaning against the window. His face was pale and his eyes were closed. It was hard to tell whether he was awake or asleep. Two plainclothes vigilantly guarded the dangerous and unknown suspect. When they saw Yan Ji get on the car, they suddenly stood up, "Captain Yan? What can I do for you? "
"Director Lu asked me to take a look. You can leave first."
Yan Ji's rank was very high here. The two did not suspect him and left together.
Bang!
The sound of the car door closing was like a heavy blow to his heart. Yan Jin strode forward and lifted the blanket, only to see a pair of handcuffs on Jiang Ting's slender wrists. The reflection of the handcuffs was dazzling. Yan Ji took the key that he had prepared and unlocked the handcuffs. He asked hoarsely, "Why are you here?"
Jiang Stops did not answer.
He did not seem to know that Yan Ji was here. He just closed his eyes and did not look, did not listen, and did not say anything.
The strangulation mark on his neck had turned blue and purple. Just from the ferocious shape, one could feel the pressure on his trachea. That was a real life and death situation. If he had been a few seconds later, his neck would have been broken.
Yan Ji's fingers trembled slightly. After a long time, he gently touched it, as if he was carefully touching a cracked treasure that could be broken at any time. After a long time, he finally squeezed out a sentence.
"… How much do you hate me, Jiang Stops?"
Jiang Stops's closed eyelashes trembled. The frequency was almost indiscernible. Then he slightly turned his face away. This small movement almost instantly angered Yan Ji.
"You want to use this method to make me worry every day and night, and then torture myself to death while thinking about you, right?!"
Jiang Stops slowly curled up his body, bent his knees, and buried his face between his trembling arms and the narrow gap of the car window. Yan Ting could only see Jiang Ting's head of black hair and a small section of his eyebrows. The side of his face was shockingly pale. He reached out his hand to pull Jiang Ting's face as if he wanted to pull him out of the hard shell. Finally, he could no longer suppress his voice and roared, "Talk to me! Jiang! Look at me! "
Dong dong dong!
The car door was knocked twice from the outside, and his subordinate's anxious voice could be heard. "What's wrong, Captain Yan? Are you okay? "
"…" Yan Ji gasped for breath. After a few seconds, he raised his voice and said, "I'm fine!"
His subordinate hesitated for a moment before walking away.
Jiang Stops curled up even tighter. His fingers were interlaced and his hands were hanging down, covering the small part of his face and ears that his arms couldn't cover. His posture made it seem as if his wrists were still bound by invisible shackles. The dried blood of the drug dealer meandered from his palms to the inside of his arms. Under the dust and mud, the scratches and bloodstains left by his own desperate struggle could be faintly seen.
Yan Ji grabbed his hands roughly and forced them apart. He grabbed his hair and forced him to look up. "I know everything! I already know! What else do you want me to do, huh?! "
At the end of his patience, he suddenly stopped roaring. At that moment, he saw something.
Jiang Stops's eyelashes were wet and his eyes were bloodshot.
As if a red-hot steel needle had pierced into his flesh, Yan Ji's heart suddenly convulsed and he even forgot to breathe. When he came back to his senses, he had already pulled Jiang Stops's chin and kissed his tightly closed, cold lips.
At first, it was just an impatient, rough, and painful kiss without any intimacy. Jiang Stops was forced to lean his head against the car window and look up. Yan Ji stood beside the seat, his upper body almost completely covering his scarred lover.
The last time their lips and teeth were so close together seemed to have been a lifetime ago. The tsunami-like anger gradually faded away, and the uncontrollable longing and love emerged again. It was sour and bitter with sweetness, drowning every inch of taste buds and senses and pouring down his throat.
"Jiang Stops," Yan Ji murmured over and over again, "Jiang Stops, Jiang Stops, Jiang Stops …"
His strong and hot arms wrapped around Jiang Stops's neck, his five fingers inserted into the soft black hair at the back of his head. While chanting an ecstatic spell, he deepened the kiss. Jiang Ting's tensed body softened as if it had collapsed. His shoulders and lips were trembling. Yan Xuan kissed him from the corner of his moist lips to the tip of his nose, and then to his eyelids. Finally, he heard his hoarse voice slowly seeping out, "Why are you here?!"
He had no strength left, and his voice was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to question.
Yan Ji pulled back a little and rubbed his messy hair hard, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Why can't I be here?"
Jiang Ting shook his head and remained silent like a madman.
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