The entire Special Affairs Division was completely silent.
Everyone felt as if a volcano was about to erupt. When they passed by the director's office, they all tiptoed. They were afraid that the slightest noise would trigger the bomb inside and drown them in anger.
"You're scaring them."
Director Fu sighed helplessly. He looked at the shadows that quietly floated by the unlatched door and poured a cup of tea for the girl in front of him.
"What are you afraid of? You're afraid of a cripple like me? "
Ai Qing seemed to be amused, but there was no trace of a smile on her face or in her eyes, "Don't worry, no matter how bad it is, I won't make a scene in the Special Affairs Division."
"No, I just want to persuade you to calm down."
Director Fu shook his head. He wanted to smoke, but he seemed to have thought of something. After hesitating for a long time, he finally rolled up his sleeves and put a nicotine patch on his arm.
"Whether it's the Astronomy Society or the Social Security Bureau, in the end, we still have to follow the rules. Since there are rules, there will definitely be things that are not happy. 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 person, he still has the habits of a dog in his bones. Just because he has a few bones, he will carry them around and show them off.
If he is content with staying in a corner, the Yin family can't do anything to him for the time being. But he actually wants to jump into the quagmire of Jinling. He doesn't even think about it. No matter how powerful he is, is he as powerful as the Huai family in the past?
In less than two years, he would be completely devoured by those aristocratic families … At that time, he would probably have to thank the Yin Family for sparing his life out of consideration for their past relationship, right?
What I'm worried about is the people who are purified.
In this matter, Qi Wen is not the key, but the problem is that all the clues we could find were all destroyed by Qi Wen, that bastard who thinks he's smart! "
She knocked on the armrest expressionlessly, "Now, other than a pile of corpses and ruins, we only have a bullsh * t prophecy poem in our hands.
Under such circumstances, if those fellows really make any moves, we're simply sitting ducks! "
Director Fu didn't say anything. He just anxiously rolled up his sleeves and put on two more nicotine patches.
After so many days, whether it was the internal announcement or the private communication between colleagues, they had almost all learned about the situation around them and the large-scale mobilization of the Pure People that had not happened in recent years.
Not only Xin Hai, more than eight cities had also discovered the anomaly. Almost the entire eastern coast of Dong Xia had been affected.
If they weren't careful, another border war would break out. Who knew how many people would be affected?
No one wanted sparks to break out in their own jurisdiction, whether it was from the perspective of duty or professional life.
However, this was not the only thing that made Ai Qing feel uneasy.
There was something else that made her frustrated and even angry.
Just like when you forgot to bring your keys or turn off the faucet, the premonition lingered around. When you knew that your damn intuition was about to start working again, it was hard to feel good.
Although this talent was appreciated by many, few people could understand how much Ai Qing hated it.
Especially when you didn't know when the shoe upstairs would drop, it made her hate it even more.
This anxiety curled around her mind until a certain moment, she finally found the source of this anomaly. She stood up abruptly, grabbed the walking stick, and walked back to the door of the interrogation room. She looked around.
The corridor was empty, and there were trash cans everywhere. The ashtray on top of the trash cans was filled with a small bottle that looked like an eyesore.
Ai Qing reached out to pick up the bottle that was about the size of a thumb. There was still a drop of light purple liquid left inside.
It smelled faintly bitter, like some kind of drug.
The test paper that she carried with her showed an orange-red reaction.
She could confirm that this was some kind of drug that came from the border. The orange-red color was between the red that represented a stimulant and the yellow that represented a tranquilizer.
She looked at Director Fu. "Who else was here earlier?"
Director Fu was confused. He pulled over a random subordinate who had just finished organizing the statement, but the subordinate also looked at them with confusion.
"Are you talking about Huai Shi?" The subordinate thought about it and then turned to Ai Qing. "Aren't you guys together?"
Pa!
The bottle shattered on the ground.
Finally …
When the other boot was finally thrown down from upstairs, Ai Qing realized that other than being stunned and shocked, she actually felt a sense of relief.
"What's wrong?" Director Fu asked.
Ai Qing supported herself with her walking stick and waved her hand weakly. "Now go and check your personnel. Focus on the armed guards and their weapons."
Director Fu trusted and understood Ai Qing. Even though she did not explain anything, he still gave the order according to her request.
Soon, after a short search and inventory, the attendance and arrival records for the day were handed over to him.
Not a single one of the armed guards was missing.
However, there was an error in the attendance record. Someone was missing. Soon, the missing person was found in the cubicle of the toilet. His body was tied with rope and his mouth was sealed with tape. He was struggling with all his might.
"Old Wang?" Director Fu was stunned.
As soon as the tape was torn open, Old Wang ignored his violent coughing and shouted loudly, "It's Huai Shi, it's Huai Shi … He took the key … the key to the armory!"
"Really, this is terrible …"
In a moment of dead silence, Ai Qing leaned against the corner of the wall and closed her eyes tiredly.
That bastard.
Did he know what he had done?
Soon, the shadow of a young man carrying a travel bag was seen walking out of the armory. It was as if he was taking a leisurely stroll. From time to time, he would wave and say hello to acquaintances passing by. He walked all the way out of the Secret Service office unimpeded.
He had an automatic rifle, six magazines, two pistols, 50 pistol bullets, six grenades, two plastic explosives, and so on.
It was like he was shopping in a supermarket.
He had returned with a full load.
With a calm smile on his face, he hailed a taxi and left silently.
Director Fu was going crazy when he saw this.
Damn it, if he had known, he would have shot that bastard on the spot!
He pulled the sweaty guard over and questioned him loudly, "How long has he been gone?
"Twenty, twenty minutes …"
"Twenty minutes? Even a dog can sense that something is wrong in twenty minutes. Are you worse than a dog? "Director Fu was so angry that he almost tore the guard's hand off.
Seeing Ai Qing calmly drinking tea next to him, he became even more irritated. "Why aren't you anxious at all?"
"What's the use of being anxious?"
Ai Qing put down her teacup and sighed softly. "If we really want to start preparing for something, maybe we can start discussing what style to use for Qi Wen's funeral."
Twenty minutes?
Don't be kidding. It's too late.
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Twenty minutes ago, it was raining cats and dogs.
On the viaduct, the taxi sped along, breaking through the layers of rain. Disco songs from more than a decade ago were playing in the car. As the Buddha plate hanging from the rearview mirror rotated, the driver shook his head and hummed along with the song.
In the passenger seat, the young man holding a huge travel bag stared blankly at the rain outside the window, as if he was looking at the black birds in the sky.
"Young man, this won't do," the driver said.
"You've been in the car for half a day, and you don't even have a destination. Now that we're almost on the highway, can you at least tell me where you're going?
Why don't I find a place for you and you change cars? I'll charge you twenty dollars less. "
In the silence, the young man just looked out the window quietly, as if he didn't say anything. It was only when the driver couldn't help but ask again that he spoke.
"No need, sir. Just leave me here."
"On the viaduct? Young man, do you want to die? "
The driver looked at him in shock. "You'll lose points if you park here!"
"It's okay."
The young man took out a foldable raincoat from the travel bag and put it on. "When the time comes, just say that you were threatened by me."
As he spoke, he unzipped the travel bag and showed the driver the gun and the bronze bullets inside.
Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes and the taxi stopped on the viaduct, almost causing a rear-end collision and provoking angry honks.
The driver's face was pale and he raised his hands. "Young man, please spare me. I, I still have a family to feed … I only have this much money … If it's not enough, I'll get more …"
The young man smiled, shook his head, and took out his phone. He scanned the QR code and paid three times the price.
"Sorry to trouble you."
He opened the door with his bag and politely said goodbye. "I wish you a happy life. Goodbye."
The door closed.
In the heavy rain, the taxi sped up wildly and fled.
Huai Shi was left alone in the same place.
The thick curtain of rain seemed to swallow everything. Countless raindrops shattered in an instant, setting off a roar as if the world was shattering. Other than that, there was a palpitating silence.
Everything became foggy, only the traffic lights under the viaduct were glaring red.
The cars coming and going came out of the rain and fog and disappeared into the rain and fog, just like running monsters.
And right in the middle of the countless steel monsters, Huai Shi stood in the middle of the viaduct. He bent down and put down the travel bag. One by one, he clipped the pistol, magazine, and bullets to the vest under his raincoat.
He sorted them out.
These on the left, those on the right, and some in the middle.
So it gradually became heavy.
So it gradually became full.
It was as if he had found his internal organs one by one. They seemed to be beating in his empty lungs. Step by step, he became whole again.
His empty body seemed to welcome back the aura of his soul.
Until finally, he picked up the heavy automatic rifle and hung it on his shoulder.
In a trance, Huai Shi seemed to finally be whole.
But it seemed that something was missing.
Until he finally remembered to put the earphones hanging on his collar into his ears. Then, the rough drumbeat and bass tore apart the noisy silence.
“hashelosthismind? canheseeorisheblind?”
The young man tapped his fingers on the gun and hummed softly along with the song. "Can he walk all the blood will he fall?"
Did he still have any sense?
Was he blind?
Could he still move forward?
Or would he fall down as soon as he moved?
In the long or short wait, he shook his head along with the rhythm of the drumbeat. He wandered between the rain and the viaduct. Like an invisible soul, he let the heavy cars pass by.
It was as if he was waiting for the bell to ring in the distance.
Until the pitch-black birds once again streaked across the shadows of the rain.
He slowly raised the gun in his hand, put it on his shoulder, and removed the safety. Through the rain on his hood, he stared at the outline gradually emerging in the rain.
The high beam illuminated his eyes.
At that moment, he pulled the trigger.
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