MTL - Breaking Through the Clouds-Chapter 153 Chapter153

Squeak--

The old cracked door panel of Tsuchiya was pushed open. A thin boy with yellow hair looked at a five- or six-year-old boy, holding a plastic basin of water that was extremely disproportionate in his hands, and staggered across the threshold.

At noon in midsummer, all the people in the village went to work, and the quiet dirt road only heard the noise of cicadas. The sun is passing through the dense redwood trees, and it is sprinkled in the front yard, and the basin of water splashes along with the little boy's pace, reflecting the shaking golden light.

At last he stopped and bent down to put the basin on the ground. A pair of rough and dry hands picked up the towel and shouted timidly, "Dad."

On the broken bamboo chair lies a human-like object.

This really can only be said to resemble a human form. His whole body is thin and deformed, with yellow pus, and the ulcer caused by injection spreads to the extremities, exuding an unspeakable smell; if it is not a face, he still barely maintains the contours of his facial features. No one can connect this monster with people.

"Dad," the boy raised his voice again.

The man did not respond.

The little boy hesitated for a moment and wrung the towel.

He has already done it very well. He wiped it with a towel from the man's neck, carefully dip it in the most festering area near the veins of his arm, washed the yellowed towel in the basin and wrung it out; he repeated the above steps diligently , Just barely wipe the place where his father's whole body can be wiped, until the basin of water has become turbid, and the men have remained weird, quiet and docile, without the usual painful groan | groan, even if Just a trace.

The little boy didn't understand, he was too young.

He just rejoiced that he was not beaten today, and then laboriously lifted the water basin and slipped back to the house as soon as possible.

In the evening, people who came down to the village returned to the village one after another, and smoke was emitted from the roofs of every household. The wooden door opened again, and the little boy was holding a gaping bowl full of clear porridge and dirty dishes that couldn't see how long the pickles had been pickled for a long time, and drew to the side of the man who had not moved all afternoon, carefully "Dad."

His dad didn't respond.

"……dad!"

The man remained motionless, his face stiffened with gray.

The fear that came from nowhere suddenly caught the childish heart of the little boy: "Dad, have dinner! ... A dad! A dad!"

The bowl overturned and the porridge poured onto the ground, drowning the ants under the tree.

"Wake up, Abba!" The little boy jumped frantically to shake the man, even though the body had exuded another rancid smell that was different from usual. The neighbors heard the sound of pushing the door probe, and the whispered whispered, and the little boy screamed, "Dad! Wake up and watch me! Aba! Please, aba!"

"I beg you !!! Please--A dad !!!"

The yelling shattered through the village, gradually turning into wailing, echoing for a long time under the gray-blue sky.

Memories turned into dust and rushed into the dusk.

"... This boy is all hands and feet, why haven't he been taken away for three or four years?"

"Don't hesitate, most of the village smoked white flour. This one died, the other died, and his family died clean ..."

"Who knows if there is any disease! I dare not touch him!"

...

The little boy sat on the head of the low earth wall, and behind him the setting sun, gilded his hair and ear tips.

"Hey!"

He looked back, threw a few stones on his face, hit him, and nearly fell, and the snot-dragging children screamed, "Bereavement! Bereavement!" Then he hurriedly ran away.

The little boy kept silent and rubbed his painful thin arm.

The setting sun stretched his lonely figure, and with the wind and sand, he threw himself into the barren field.

"Jiang Stop!" An aunt from the orphanage screamed impatiently in the distance: "Come here! Someone is looking for you!"

I don't know what to think of, the little boy's dim eyes suddenly lighted, and the **** and white eyes suddenly glowed with hope. He jumped off the wall with bones and ran like crazy, a pair of little feet snoring and slapping on the ground, passing through the hollow inclined bungalow, through the potty playground; the short path seemed to endlessly in the dream, finally The door of this familiar welfare home, which is more than a thousand days, nights, and nights, is far and near, and the little boy's dark pupils gradually widen, exuding joy.

He saw it.

Like countless times in a dream, there was a car parked outside the door that he had never seen in his life, bright and shiny, and his little friend was being led by an adult with a smile on his face Open your hands.

"I'm here to pick you up, Jiang Zhan."

"Say you will never betray me, and I will take you away."

...... Betrayed you, Jiang Dang thought vaguely.

The wounds turned into sour warm water, soaking his body in it. At the same time, his soul seemed to hang in the clouds, and a dim white light flickered from the height, making him unable to open his eyes.

Someone was crying, someone was calling, more people were calling his name. The footsteps accompanied the rolling sound of iron beds on the ground, but those were already shivering, as if farther and farther away from him outside the invisible barrier.

The deep sea of ​​memory swept over, covering the last dream.

"Are you happy?" Spades K asked with a smile when he was young.

Wen Yan rarely laughed this way. He was a stubborn and graceful man since he was a kid. He was wearing something that would make people feel filthy. Even when he had the most fun, he just narrowed his mouth slightly and brought With a smile on his eyes, he focused on Jiang Zhe.

"Jiang Zhan?" He asked again with such an undisguised smile, "Are you happy?"

It may be a dock or a factory, and the background environment has been blurred in the memory. Jiang Zhan remembers it very late, and many fragments of his childhood faded to pieces. Only a few unforgettable details are still imprinted on his mind: he only remembers that he widened his eyes and stared straight ahead, a group of unclear faces Adults around the edge of the clearing.

In the middle of the clearing, several tied men rolled to the ground, biting each other, and making beast-like ambiguity and crazy screams.

Several syringes fell to the floor, and blood was still on the needles.

"You're not happy enough," said Spade K with a smile, then turned to his men, and naturally ordered: "Give these two kidnappers two more."

Someone brought the tray again with an empty syringe and white powder on it. Xiao Jiang stopped his eyes and fell on it. He unconsciously recognized what it was. Many years ago, the pungent rancidity of the midsummer and the blast of flies appeared in front of his eyes.

He recognized what it was.

"Are you happy?" Spades K asked happily, "Jiang Zhan?"

White | Powder melted in the syringe, the needle pierced the vein, and the devil's liquid was injected into the blood vessel a little bit. This scene coincides with a certain picture in the depths of memory. The liquid level in the syringe is lowered a little, all reflected on the bottom of the pupil of the little boy Cangjie who had a large water basin.

"Jiang Stop?"

...

"Happy," Xiao Jiang said with a quivering voice, "happy."

Spade K embraced him tightly in his arms, his face filled with excitement and satisfaction deeply rooted in the soul.

"I am also very happy. The culprit has finally been punished. No one will dare to attack us anymore ... You see, it is so simple to control or destroy a person. It is fascinating."

Xiao Jiang stopped breathing, but couldn't hold back the strange trembling.

"Will you miss me," the little friend whispered in his ear, "I'm going to America."

……United States?

"The formula over there is better and the technology is more advanced. You have to wait for me here. When I come back, I will definitely bring back a very powerful new medicine, which will surprise everyone, even those who dare to point at me. No old man can imagine. "

He laughed again, kissed Xiao Jiang's soft hair, and his eyes flashed with the child's desire for new toys:

"By then everyone will be commanded by me. Listen to my orders. I am their king."

"Only you, a brother on an equal footing with me--"

-Only you are my brother.

The ears of rumors that smelled mellow gradually matured and became thick and deep. Time passed in the blink of an eye, Jiang Zeng's shoulders widened and his height stretched. He once again placed himself on the noisy celebration feast, looked up through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and saw his pale face as an adult.

The whisper familiar in Hell is coming through the mobile phone, mixed with electric current rustling, like a devil whispering in his ear:

"Remember the new medicine I told you? I came back with it."

"Traditional alkaloids will eventually be replaced by synthetic products, and they will walk to the grave with the old man and be buried by the times. Jiang Zhe, abandon Wu Tun, he is destined to live shortly. The future is mine and you.

Colleagues around him were laughing, laughing, toasting, toasting, and all the familiar excitement was separated by a transparent glass. Suddenly the world left him alone, standing alone by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at his dark, trembling pupil.

Footsteps came from behind.

The grim-faced young policeman seemed a little cramped, raised his glass, and screamed, "That, Jiang team ..."

Jiang Zhan saw his reflection in the glass move.

He controlled himself perfectly, holding his mobile phone without turning his head back, only raising his hand to sway backwards, with five fingers slightly open palms outward, a gesture of rejection with obvious command meaning:

"I see. Go."

The young man gaped.

Jiang Zhe aggravated his tone: "Go."

The young man stiffened in the air, his face paled and looked a little funny. Fortunately, he didn't have much entanglement, turned around and left here with a heavy kick, walked towards the noisy crowd, towards the jubilant celebration feast, and was soon pulled away by more cheerful young policemen.

Jiang stopped hanging up and looked back.

No one saw the look flashing under his eyes, he stood so straight, watching Yan Yan return to the normal world—

Backlit outlines his sideways profile, from shoulder to back like a sword, casts a slender reflection behind the floor-to-ceiling window, and winds along the hall floor to the distance, but no matter how hard he goes, he cannot reach the crowd. .

Can't go, he thought.

He can't be found. After the captain Jiang's calm and calm figure, a little boy who was awkward and ridiculous because he was too thin, was holding a plastic basin higher than half of him, hobbled across the threshold, struggling towards the pale summer The loud, cicada-like noisy afternoon gradually melted into a nightmare that would never wake up.

"... Congestion is pressing the nerves, and the situation is very dangerous ..."

"The risk of craniotomy is very high, and family members must be psychologically prepared ..."

...

"Jiangzhan! Jiangzhan, you wake up!"

"Jiangge begged you!"

"Jiang Team! Jiang Team !!!"

...

Who is calling me? Jiang stopped thinking.

He rose from the iron bed, fluttering and flying into the vast and vast night sky.

"Jiang Team! Everyone is ready to go to work at the Lao Niu's house to watch the ball. Will you go?"

"There is something tonight, don't go."

"Jiang Team, are you going for hot pot on weekends?"

"Oh, you play."

"Jiang team Jiang team, the city holds a badminton game, everyone in our team has signed up ..."

"I have something else to do."

The familiar figures criss-crossed, one by one, and the laughter gradually went away.

Overcast clouds accumulate, and moist water vapor is like a cobweb, covering every corner of the city bureau building. Jiang stopped through the dark and deserted corridor, and the silhouette flexed and stretched in the stairwell, and the sound of footsteps echoed for a long time.

He locked the office door, pulled the curtains, and went behind his desk alone. Several thick pieces of information were carried out of the file cabinet that was locked all year round. The notebooks filled with various information charts were spread out. Countless hidden trails were marked with red and blue handwriting on the map of China and Myanmar; the computer screen issued Faintly fluorescent, reflected on Jiang Zhan's icy side face, sketching out the dim light.

"What are you doing?" Spades K asked with a smile.

"Overtime."

"It's so late, what do you do overtime?"

Jiang Zhan did not answer.

The big drug lord on the other side of the call did not mind, and said gently: "We had a group of housebreakers arrested by the branch office. Like Hu Weisheng's case last time, you must find a way to clear it up, and don't let the" blue gold "thing be detected by the police. "

Jiang Zhan's tone was not shocked: "Okay."

He put down the phone, but just before hanging up, the voice of Spades K came across again: "Wait."

"..."

"You have been working too much lately, you have to pay attention to your body. There is an apartment in Yazhi Garden near your city bureau, Room 701, Building B, Block I, which is specially prepared for you. You can take time to sleep later when you have to work overtime, or It is inconvenient to meet people, and you can handle it there. "

Jiang Zhan didn't have a look on his face, and said, "I see."

He put down the microphone.

The large office was restored to silence, and the tables and chairs were dimly shaded. Jiang Zhan raised his head, and more than a dozen names were written on the whiteboard on the wall. The dense arrows formed the spider's web. The center was a box with a playing card on it.

Spades k.

He reached out his hand slowly and forcefully to draw a fork on the card surface, the pen tip deformed with the stroke, oh!

The nib is broken.

Red ink sprayed on the spider web, meandering like a few Yinyin tears, and hit the office floor silently.

"Someday," he thought, "someday--"

The calendar was rumbling by the time.

The page stays on October 8.

[Tomorrow trading, all large goods and firepower will be delivered to the ecological park base-Red Heart q]

[Recipient: Rivets]

A window popped up on the screen, showing that the message was sent successfully. Jiang Zhan finally raised his hand and shut down the computer. Then he got up and took out the prepared gloves, shoe covers, rags and cleaning agents from the bathroom, and began to clean the entire apartment in an orderly manner, completely eliminating all traces of himself who had entered here, not even a fingerprint, a hair, or a DNA. Let it go.

After tomorrow, the **** k will disappear from the underground world, and no one will know that a red heart q has appeared in this world. Gongzhou ’s anti-drug detachment Yangtze River has no contact with drug trafficking groups. Room 701, Building B, Yazhiyuan District 1 will become a “black house” with unknown heads of households, and will be forgotten in the corner of this huge city for several years or decades. After demolition, it turned into ruins.

All evil will end, like a nightmare that lasted from midsummer many years ago to the present day, and finally disappears completely with time.

Jiang stopped out of the apartment, closed the door, and stood in the empty corridor. He finally looked back at the three numbers 701 hanging on the door panel, as if a heavy chain was cut off and left behind. For the first time in many years, he exhaled a deep breath and walked briskly towards the stairs.

Ding Dong!

Jiang Zhan found his mobile phone, which is new news for the team members.

[Jiang Team, I've been busy for half a month. Everyone wants to go out for a drink after the operation ends tomorrow. Are you here? 】

A smile came to the bottom of his eyes, Jiang Zhan typed the word "good", and just clicked to send, hesitated again.

Would they be surprised? Isn't it strange that the detachment leader, who has always been coldly rejected, suddenly asked to join the dinner?

Is it embarrassing? Will it make everyone feel uncomfortable?

Or are they just asking, do you want to wait for tomorrow and try again?

"..." Jiang Zhan's thumb was suspended for a long time, and finally he deleted the good one, and entered it word by word carefully-"Speak tomorrow." Then he clicked Send and put the phone back in his pocket.

The fresh wind outside the hallway was wrapped in salty and humid water and rushed across.

Jiang Zhan put his hands in his pockets, and a smile on his face unknowingly appeared, striding forward.

The clouds are low, the leaves are swirling, and the lanterns of Gongzhou City are under the huge sky. He just kept walking forward, through the sea of ​​people shoulder-to-shoulder, through the smoke-filled scene, through the tumbling flames and the disintegrating future; he walked through three years of lonely sleep, the wounded soul from He woke up in **** and pulled the trigger on the demon.

The bullets that have been late for many years roared out of the muzzle, set off a sky of blood mist, and sprayed on the vast southwestern territory.

I finally did it this time, he thought.

He leaned backwards, closed his already heavy eyelids, and the stern shout of savage tears faded from his ears, his soul drifting away with a strong reluctance. He seemed to be very happy, brisk, and the pain dissipated like a tide. He stood on the steps in front of the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau building and looked down.

"Jiang Team!" Those familiar figures were still in arms, beckoning at him with a smile: "It's over! Drink with us!"

"Don't always be busy working all day, go with everyone!"

"Yeah, but it's finally over!"

"come quickly!"

...

Jiang stopped laughing, he didn't remember that he had laughed so happily before, and strode down the steps.

The wind screamed from my ears, and the steps that could run to the bottom in a few steps suddenly became extremely long. Soon Jiang stopped anxious and tried to reach forward, but he couldn't meet his former teammates anyway. He could only watch them jump and wave goodbye, and laughed and turned away.

Wait for me, didn't you promise to take me with you?

Wait for me!

Jiang Jiang couldn't make a sound, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something sour. He ran desperately forward, but the distance was not shortened in the slightest, only feeling the burning pain of the internal organs, and finally exhausted his voice with all his strength:

"... Hey! Wait for me!"

"Let me go with you!"

...

The moment the words landed, as if the curse had been lifted, Jiang Zeng suddenly stopped.

He found himself still standing on the steps, and his teammates waited quietly under the steps. A short distance away, the earthly wind came from the sky, mixed with a sharp weeping cry, and ran to the distant horizon.

Jiang Zhan stretched out his hand, palm up, he heard the sound of his choking request:

"Don't leave me alone ..."

"I always ... always want to go with you ..."

But the teammates laughed, shook their heads one by one, and replied with regret: "No, Team Jiang, this time we really have to go."

"I'll see you someday!"

"You have revenge for everyone! Come back!"

Jiang Zhan stood stubbornly, his tears rolling down his cheeks.

Will I be left alone in the end? he thinks.

"No," his teammates squinted at him, and they seemed happier: "You're not alone anymore, haven't you found out?"

Jiang Zhan opened his eyes wide and looked back.

I don't know when it started, the unruly and sharp young criminal policeman came behind him many years ago, his face became more mature, his body became stronger, his tearful eyes fixed on him, full of pleading and hope. .

That's Yan Yan.

Jiang stopped, then Yan Yan stretched out one hand to hold him tightly, and the other hand waved to his teammates in the distance, like a farewell with gratitude.

but……

Jiang Zhan struggled to turn his head, and in an instant those figures that were once within reach were getting farther and farther, only the familiar laughter echoed in the ear, mixed in the wind, and flew to the sky:

"It's really goodbye this time, Jiang team!"

"See you someday!"

See you again someday--

Time went backwards quickly, the river was flowing backwards, the blemishes after the explosion were restored to their former appearance, and the scars became futile, and the hero carried the glory to heaven.

In the hospital ward, the person on the bed finally opened his eyes slowly.

"Jiang Stop!"

"Jiang Team!"

"Doctor! Call the doctor !!!"

Cheers rang out, more of them were crying with joy, Ma Xiang Gou Li cried with headache in the corridor, Yang Mei sobbed and fell softly on Han Xiaomei's shoulder that wiped his nose.

Jiang Zhan's unfocused eyes gradually focused, falling into the pair of deep and bright eyes on the opposite side, and the bottom of each other's pupils could only see each other's reflection.

"..." Jiang stopped moving his lips, and the oxygen mask put on after the operation made him unable to make a sound, but Yan Ming's eyes smiled flushedly: "I understand."

A smile appeared in Jiang Zhan's eyes.

Even with all the scars and old age, I still have you searching all over the mountains and rivers, breaking through life and death——

Before meeting again, thank you for taking me back to this world.

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