Chapter 202: Drink a pot of wine in bed, good time

\tAt this time, two people came over, and Dong Ming waved at the two of them: "You are here too. I lost a lot of money in the last time I played cards. I will play cards together tonight, and I must win back!"

\tAs he said that, he turned around and looked at Yan Jiucheng, then walked towards the two of them.

\t International Press Station laughed and laughed, some people were drinking, some people played cards in the corner, and some people were analyzing with information. The night was already very dark, except for a very small number of people going upstairs to rest, the others basically did not sleep.

\tYou can't sleep on this kind of night.

\t Lao Dian has long been mixed with that group of people. He is experienced and has quick friendships. It is beneficial to get along with people. The seven or eight people who have to play cards are left to Lao Dian.

\tGu Miqing talked with the female reporters.

\tAnd Yan Jiuzheng was not idle either. He focused on a few suspicious people and paid attention while drinking.

\t Xuan Lin went upstairs early and stared at the notebook. There were so many people coming, with various forces. No matter how powerful they were, they would definitely need to connect to the Internet. Yan Jiuzheng and the others were fighting a battle in reality, while Xuan Lin fought a battle on the Internet.

\tThe night was dim, and it was almost early morning that except for those who played cards, the others went to sleep one after another.

\t "Will anyone attack Dong Ming at night?" Gu Miqing said.

\t "He will definitely be careful, and if someone dies so quickly in the International Press Station, it will cause a sensation, so it shouldn't." Yan Jiucheng took off his coat and sat on the bed.

\t "Well, the best time for those people to start is when he went to the Wish Street to take a photo of Shork's death." Gu Miqing sighed softly and sat next to Yan Jiucheng.

\tWhen I entered the room, I felt that my back was so painful. As soon as I sat down, her brows were so painful that it pulled.

\t "Let's take a look." Yan Jiucheng lifted her clothes, and Gu Miqing turned around very cooperatively, only to see that the wound was fine, which made people breathe a sigh of relief.

\t"Healing takes time, nothing." Gu Miqing stood up, she was obviously a little uneasy and walked back and forth in the room.

\t Yan Jiucheng knew what she was uneasy, and her heavy breath made people breathless. Dong Ming's self-exposed death was right in front of him. It was not sudden, but happened slowly.

\tThis is so uncomfortable.

\tYou look at your teammates and suffocate little by little, but you can do nothing.

\t "Do you want to save me?" After saying this, Gu Miqing sighed heavily and held her forehead with one hand. She knew without asking Yan Jiucheng that she could not save me.

\tOnce rescued, it will be exposed.

\tDong Ming is now the bait, the bait to lure the enemy.

\t And the same is true for the enemy.

\tGu Miqing stopped talking, but stood at the window, wanting to open the window for breath, but he couldn't, so he could only stand blankly through the thick curtains.

\t Tears flowed out of my eyes and dripped on my body.

\t Yan Jiucheng didn't say anything, but just closed his eyes with a blue face, and his head trembled from time to time. In any scene downstairs, any face, he noticed any words that anyone communicated, and in his brain, he was like a spider web, so the human face and information came out.

\tLife is precious.

\tNot waste.

\tBe sure to pull these niggers out! Yan Jiucheng clenched his fists, and there was tears in his eyes, but there was no time to fall. He had to race against time to analyze any details he saw.

\tSometimes, a person can be found by just one detail.

\tDong Ming has been playing cards at the bottom. He is as good as possible with the crowd rather than acting alone. Although it is unlikely that international journalists will assassinate him, it is always right to be on guard.

\t After drinking those two sips of wine with Yan Jiucheng and having a few meetings with Lao Dian, he never had any contact with Yan Jiucheng and his group again. He had a cigarette in his mouth and played cards with people, his eyes were red.

\tApart from the black hand who discovered his identity, no one would think of the greasy fat man who won a lot of money with a good hand, counting down his life time.

\t "You are so lucky." One person threw the card in depression and handed the money to Dong Ming.

\t "Hehehe." Dong Ming smiled and took the money, put it in front of him, and took a picture of the thick stack of money: "Today, brother, I'll be lucky!"

\tDong Ming stood up with a smile and patted his butt: "I'll go up and urinate, who will take over?"

\t Dong Ming, who turned around, took a bottle of beer and swayed up the stairs. He was fat and stepped on the wooden stairs.

\tPuff...

\tI let out a lazy fart, and the sound was so loud.

\t"Dong Ming is so comfortable, that fart is so loud."

\t "How many games have you won in a row? It's all the money."

\t "Yes, I'm so lucky. Today he is the reincarnation of the God of Gambling."

\tThe few people playing cards laughed and glanced at Dong Ming. In their opinion, Dong Ming had a good fortune tonight and walked so leisurely. But they didn't know what was hidden behind Dong Ming's smiling face.

\tDong Ming hummed a song like this and entered the room arranged for him. The boxes in the room were quietly placed, and he didn't clean it up. There was nothing to clean up, no more than eight hours of life.

\tTomorrow morning, when the sun rises, I will go to take pictures of the place where Shork was before his death.

\t It is also where he is about to die.

\tI looked at the clock on the wall. The clock was broken and motionless.

\tIf time can also be like a clock, it will be fine.

\tSquee...

\tDong Ming put the wine glass on the belt around his waist and opened the bottle cap easily. He took the wine and poured it onto the bed, which was creaking with his body.

\tI didn't take off my shoes, so I put my feet on the bed and took a sip of wine.

\tDong Ming closed his eyes and slowly swallowed the wine.

\t "I would have loved a glass of rice wine from our hometown before I died." Dong Ming thought to himself, sticking out his tongue and licking his teeth, as if he was savoring the taste of rice wine.

\tHey...

\t sighed softly.

\t "My mother at home, I'm sorry." Dong Ming raised his wine glass, shook it towards the window, and took another sip. Perhaps it was a little uncomfortable lying down, so he adjusted his posture a little.

\tA tear fell from the corner of his eyes, and he quickly reached out and wiped his hand.

Dong Ming sat up, took out the computer from the box, opened it, and found a photo in the folder, and clicked it. This is a photo near his hometown. Nearly twenty years ago, the most prosperous streets were also dilapidated.

Small county town, poor.

There are some non-mainstream people in the photos, more of whom are simple people. Women who occasionally raise their arms and still have black hair under their armpits. At that time, women didn’t know how to dress up and didn’t know how to shave their armpits.

But now it’s different. This street has long been rectified and turned into an industrial area. The women on the street are no longer plain, not to mention that there will be no black hair under their armpits. Girls with beautiful clothes and beautiful makeup are grabbing each time.

"I really want to go back and have a look." Dong Ming murmured, stretching out his hand and touching the photo.

Many people don’t know that behind the peace, there are people like Dong Ming. Especially for some people who are money first, this is simply unimaginable. According to common words on the Internet: Is the food not delicious or the game not fun? Do you want to do this business?

But there are indeed people like Dong Ming in this world.

He is willing to sacrifice his life to protect tens of trillions of compatriots. Among these tens of trillions of compatriots, those who are progressive, those who are not progressive, those who respect heroes, and those who laugh at them.

Including the elderly and children.

Including good people and scumbags.

And these people will never know Dong Ming, and will not be grateful to him at all. Some people will even laugh at him even if they know this kind of existence.

Isn't it good to live well? If you don't have the ability to be a counter-espionage? If you are destroyed as soon as you take action, who will blame him? Some people may even laugh at him as a greasy uncle for showing off his ability. If it is more chilling than this, it will easily appear on the Internet and more than once on other heroes.

What can I get?

Dong Ming gently stroked this photo of his hometown, with tears in his eyes and smiles on his face, and he did not regret it.

Goethe's "Faust" says something very appropriate: Even if you sell your soul, you must find someone who can afford the price.

Dong Ming handed over his soul to the country, and this price was already enough.

"A cup of wine is a thousand miles away, Yan Ran has no choice but to return..." Dong Ming hummed gently. He had a habit of humming a little song that could be hummed inconsistently.

Humph and drink.

There is not much time left for him to say goodbye to the world alone alone. After a while, he has to continue to go downstairs to play cards, laugh and laugh with others, and play all night as much as possible. With more people around him, the possibility of others taking action is even lower.

In the end, the time he left for himself was humming a small song, his legs trembling, and he even clenched his nostrils, picked out a piece of booger, and bounced it out with his hands.

\t "A cup of wine is a thousand miles away, Yan Ran has no choice but to return..." The little song is very ugly and unremitting, but Dong Ming sang it very comfortably, as if what he has to face next is not death, but the kindness of going home.

\tTime passes by minute by minute.

\tHe sat up and took out a pen and paper from the box, and wrote with his brow locked.

\t"No way to go, no way to go.

\tIt's just a piece of loess and a few white bones.

\tIt's cold in autumn, and drink a pot of wine in lie down,

\tDrunk without worries, drunk without worries.

\tA soul is cut off and a few wisps of wine fragrance is dyed;

\tThis time is the right time to leave."

\tAfter writing this little song, he thought about the title, but after thinking about it, the title was not decided. After looking at the time, five minutes had passed.

\tThis is his last words, the last words he left to this world.
To be continued...