When the metal plate fell to the ground with a loud clang, Lin Sanjiu realized that it was not a door but a piece of wall that had been cut from the inside.
The body of the pagoda blocked the light, casting a ball of darkness that enveloped the figure. That person was not in a hurry to walk out of the shadows. Instead, he paused his footsteps and leaned against the remains of the slender tower with a thud. He calmly sized up the people walking towards him.
Li Wenzujiang stopped. Lin Sanjiu quickly stopped three to five steps away from him.
"Light!"
The tall man bellowed. His voice was so loud that everyone shuddered. Half of the dozens of Munitions Factory members who had just arrived stopped their rescue and surrounded the Commander's Tower. As soon as the commanding officer's voice trailed off, a thick beam of white light shot towards the figure.
When that person raised his hand to block the strong light, apart from a pair of eyes, everything on his body was revealed in the snow-white light. He was a man. That was all Lin Sanjiu could tell. He was of medium height, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He wore his clothes carelessly, as if he would just grab something and put it on. He was wearing a leather jacket, a flowery shirt, and overalls.
"Very good," Li Wenzujiang said coldly. He took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and slid his hand into one of them. "I didn't miss the chance to get to know you."
"Don't worry," the man laughed and put his hand down. "I was going to give you the honor."
Lin Sanjiu's gaze was instantly attracted by the pair of eyes.
At first glance, he looked very young. His skin was smooth and his hair was thick. He was a young man who would leave a good impression on anyone who laid eyes on him. However, some of the details on his face, such as his sunken eyeballs and the clear lines of his bones under his thin skin, hinted that he was no longer young.
However, what made her recognize him at first glance was the expression in his eyes. They were clearly human eyes, but they reminded her of the unblinking eyes of a reptile.
Lin Sanjiu bit her lip and swallowed the words "It's you!". She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
It was this person!
He was the one who planted the explosive device on the aircraft and almost killed Yu Yuan. After that, he disappeared from the Skybus without a trace. He had never met Lin Sanjiu face to face, or at least, he had never seen her without her mask. If only she could act naturally and let him think that she knew nothing about it —
When she put on a serious expression and steadied her breathing, a second figure walked out from the tower.
Even Li Wen and Su Jiang were startled. Then, he sneered, "That's right. It's very difficult for one person to infiltrate the Commander's Tower. "
Lin Sanjiu's breathing, which had just stabilized, suddenly stopped. Her breath froze in her chest.
As if it was deliberately arranged to create a dramatic effect, the second person was dressed completely differently from the first person. Even the most upper-class gentleman in early 20th century England would find it hard to dress more elegantly than this man. Every thread, every fold, and every button on the neat and tidy fabric was meticulously and meticulously arranged. A few strands of his fringe slid down from his eyes. He pressed his hat against his chest and bowed his head slightly to Lin Sanjiu.
"Long time no see," Gong Daoyi put his hat back on, and the shadow once again shrouded his feminine and exquisite face. He smiled faintly, and his teeth turned even whiter in the shadow, "You haven't changed a bit."
Li Wen turned around abruptly and stared at her like an eagle that was about to swoop down from the sky, "You know him?"
Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath. In her shock, all kinds of thoughts flooded her mind. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. Even Li Wen's question drifted past her ears like a gust of wind.
"We fought together before," Gong Daoyi's tone was so refined and polite that it was hard to believe that he was the one who caused the fire, the pungent smoke, the bloody stench, and the corpses. "But I guess that's not what you want to know."
Li Wensu Jiang suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and gently wiped his right hand. He stared at Gong Daoyi and said in a low voice, "Oh?"
Gong Daoyi didn't answer immediately.
He turned his head and looked at the few corpses that were still burning. Then, he sighed. "My condolences. I am deeply sorry for your loss," he said softly as he waved at one of the corpses that was flickering in the fire.
The corpse's arm slipped and fell to the ground with a thud. Then, it used its charcoal-like hand to prop itself up from the ground and staggered to its feet. Under everyone's stunned gaze, the corpse emitted a scorching light and heat. Two combat members couldn't help but take two steps back. They stared blankly at the corpse as it walked into the encirclement of the Munitions Factory.
"Let his corpse go!" someone shouted from the crowd, "Isn't it enough for you to kill people?"
Gong Daoyi glanced at the source of the voice. The person who spoke was a young woman whose face was flushed red. Her face was wet with sweat and tears, and Lin Sanjiu couldn't tell. A few members of the Munitions Factory tensed up. They took two steps toward her and stood beside her with their swords drawn. The man in the gentleman's hat smiled and shook his head, "I didn't kill anyone."
The charred corpse, which was still flickering with dazzling flames, inched closer to Gong Daoyi. Gong Daoyi turned around and took out an exquisite cigarette case from his pocket.
"Unfortunately," Gong Daoyi knocked on the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and put it back. With the cigarette dangling from his mouth, he said calmly, "I ran out of matches … So, you see, I just wanted to borrow a lighter."
As he spoke, he bent down slightly and moved closer to the burning corpse's shoulder. The fire illuminated his narrow but beautiful face. It was as if the corpse was caressing his face with its fiery red light. The cigarette butt turned red, and a puff of white smoke came out of Gong Daoyi's mouth, blurring his face.
He waved his hand, and the corpse fell back to the ground with a thud. It didn't move anymore.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Lin Sanjiu took a step forward. Her fingers were trembling, "This man — this man is —"
The man, whose age was hard to tell, leaned against the tower with his arms crossed. When he heard Lin Sanjiu's question, he suddenly laughed and spoke clearly, "This isn't the first time we've met, right? I know who you are, but I have never properly introduced myself. Hello. "
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