Like Ailiang.

I see more and more, I get used to it.

After all, everyone is doing it in Neihua City, and no one is sure to have fewer tragedies on earth than the other party has seen.

Moos put the key in his pocket and sat down on the sofa.

At this moment, he suddenly realized

Since the messenger in front of him is pretended by the hermit, what about the real messenger?

"By the way, what about that guy Lao Li? Has he been with you all the time in the past two years?"

Moose asked casually.

Ai Liang was silent for a while.

When Muss turned around curiously, he took out the messenger's citizen card.

Looking at the photo of the messenger on the citizen card.

An ominous premonition slowly thrived in Muss' heart.

Even if I didn't read my mind, Ai Liang could roughly guess what Mus was thinking now.

He tactfully expressed the strange way of the messenger.

"He wants me to live as he is."

Muss suddenly stood up: "In other words, Lao Li... he still couldn't get out after all?"

Ai Liang didn't say anything, and the two looked at each other quietly.

The empty living room is so quiet and terrible.

A light breeze came in through the window and gently passed between the two.

The whistle of the car outside the house and the chat between the neighbors downstairs were gradually fading away.

Moos's thoughts were accompanied by a gust of breeze, and they returned to ten years ago.

The hermits, Xia Qiyuan, Shi Hongfang, Yang Xingguo, Li Yongming and... themselves.

Some of them are investigative reporters, some are members of the criminal police team, some are bounty hunters, and some are intelligence dealers.

Although his identities are different, except that Yang Xingguo is often distracted from time to time and wants to arrest himself and his hermit, he always develops in a good direction.

Everyone works together to solve various incidents...

But until the winter when Xia Qiyuan disappeared, everything changed.

Xia Qiyuan evaporated from the world, and the hermit began to go crazy.

He was suspected by the police and had to cut off contact with everyone.

Only with Li Yongming and the messenger still maintained a certain relationship.

But... he was also completely desperate because of his sister's death.

To this day, those who retired and those who were transferred have been transferred, and everyone has never had any contact with each other.

The original small circle was completely broken.

After so many years, Moos has not thought about that.

He thought he could accept the news of his old friend's death calmly.

But when I really got the exact news from the hermit, a layer of haze was still covered in Muss' heart.

"Where are his body? Where did you bury it?"

"It's burned, burned to ashes and buried with his sister."

Ai Liang lowered his head and studied the pendant engraved: "This is what he meant."

"Since you can read someone else's heart, why not stop him then?"

Muss didn't know where the courage came from, so he asked Ai Liang.

But I regret it as soon as I said it.

Everyone knows the situation of the messenger, and it cannot be persuaded to come back in just a few words.

Medal of Honor.

The person who received this medal may not be the strongest bounty hunter in the Asian Union.

But it must be the bounty hunter who best matches the title of hero.

In order to change the current situation of Neihua City, the messenger gave up his bright future and traveled thousands of miles to rush back from Shangjing.

He has been running for unfair things all his life.

When he found the source of the city of Nevada.

At that moment, almost everyone chose to alienate him.

In order to take into account the overall situation, the upper class even detained him.

After completing the investigation task, the messenger wanted to take off his hard armor and welcome the cheers and hugs of his friends.

But unexpectedly, the news of the death of the blood relative and a cold sharp knife stabbed into the heart.

What is this behavior called?

There is no doubt that this is betrayal.

The glory of the past disappeared.

What remains after the great purge is the exclusion and liquidation of the once loyal object.

Only the messenger himself can understand this despair.

I just want to persuade people to come back with just a few words.

Is your mouth lighted, or is the messenger the reincarnation of a saint?

Muss knew that he had made up his words and turned around and sat down without saying a word.

Ai Liang didn't bother with him either.

After all, after many years, I finally met one of my few old friends.

As a result, he was told about the other party's death, and no one felt good.

At this moment, the buzzing phone broke the silence atmosphere.

Moos quickly packed up his emotions and took out another cell phone from his pocket.

Caller ID is an unfamiliar number.

He answered the phone: "Hey?"

"Mr. Moos, I want to ask why the information about the next target has not been sent yet.

If you don't look for it, I'll just pick someone."

Maoyan's tone was very calm.

He doesn't care about hunting targets at all, and does it conform to the rules set by Muss.

For Maoyan, obeying Muss's arrangements is to give Janus face.

But this does not mean that he will unconditionally obey all Muss' orders.

It just so happened that Maoyan planned to use the reason why Mus's action was too slow to kill in Qianhua Market.

Looking for hermit?

Find him and let the guy throw himself into the blender and stir it into the meat sauce.

It's better to make yourself happy first.

Anyway, we will evacuate from Qianhua Market in a short time.

Maoyan doesn't want to cause more trouble.

"What happened before needs to be fermented for a while..."

Maoyan interrupted Muss directly: "So I'll kill two more, wouldn't it be better to make things bigger?"

Moos glanced at Ai Liang and retorted with a striking remark: "We want to let the incident ferment, not to attract attention.

If the hermit...the hermit has not been found yet, and the official person is brought over first, it will cause trouble for Lord Janus!"

Maoyan put his legs on the table: "I don't know, but I thought you were a servant who had followed him for many years."

Mus, who was as thick as a city wall, directly ignored Maoyan's sarcasm.

This crazy person obviously does not understand the principle that it is easy to break even if it is too hard.

A real man can bend and stretch, what's wrong with calling him two times!

This is a photo of your life, you have to save face.
To be continued...