Bu Tian Gang

She ran back to the dormitory like this, and when she was climbing the stairs, Yin Xiangxue looked at Fang Anan who was coming downstairs from her face, screamed suddenly, turned her head and ran away, leaving Fang Anan with an inexplicable face to ask her classmate, "What's wrong with her? "

The classmate shrugged: "Who knows, Yin Xiangxue is not always neurotic?"

Fang Anan thought about it too, but didn't take it to heart.

Yin Xiangxue returned to the dormitory through another staircase. She was still in shock. She sat on the bed for most of the night, ignoring anyone's words.

Although her popularity was not particularly good, her roommate was also afraid of her accident and asked her what was wrong.

Yin Xiangxue raised her head and glanced at them, shaking her head like a lost soul, her face pale and scary, but she didn't say anything. Seeing that her roommate couldn't ask anything, she ignored her.

She usually sleeps very well, and she can fall asleep as soon as she touches the pillow, but this night she had an unprecedented insomnia. She kept her eyes open until it was almost dawn, and she fell asleep in a daze.

Early in the morning the next day, someone from the well-informed dormitory next door ran over and shouted, "Something's happened!"

Yin Xiangxue's body trembled, as if she had a premonition, and her body that wanted to get up shrank back into the quilt.

Sure enough, she heard her classmates stammer: "I heard that Jiang Lang didn't go back all night last night. The dormitory classmates went to tell the teacher that the teacher and the school staff were looking for most of the night. Guess what happened?"

Jiang Lang was the focus of everyone's attention in the junior high school, and her roommates urged her not to sell off and speak quickly.

Yin Xiangxue's heart sank little by little.

The classmate said with a blank face: "Jiang Lang jumped into the lake and died, and the body was fished up. I heard... I heard that he asked Fang Anan to confess to the lake last night. Fang Anan rejected him. He couldn't think about it for a while, so …”

A girl screamed: "It's impossible, how could he like Fang An'an!"

Another asked: "Did you really see him dead!"

The classmate who came to pass the news first cried: "I, I didn't see it, but I saw him covered with a white cloth, and the police came!"

Her cry infected other girls, and soon all the girls in the dormitory burst into tears.

Yin Xiangxue shrank in the quilt, covering her head.

She shivered, and instead of crying, she was even more frightened.

Soon, the news that Fang Anan refused Jiang Lang to commit suicide by jumping into the lake spread throughout the campus.

All the girls who liked Jiang Lang secretly and secretly felt sorry for his death, and many people hated Fang Anan because of this, thinking that she indirectly killed Jiang Lang.

For the school, this kind of thing happened in the school celebration that was originally a big day, and they were also devastated by the end.

Everyone felt that Jiang Lang's life was too smooth, so he couldn't accept the small setbacks and embarked on the road of no return.

Only Yin Xiangxue knew that the truth was not like that at all.

...

The fact that Shangqing Dan can fetch such a high price in the black market shows that it is indeed worth the money in some respects.

At least after taking the medicine on the winter solstice, and after a day's rest, he did feel a lot better, and the symptoms of the occasional pain in the chest and abdomen disappeared. He even felt that he could immediately point his sword to the sky to attract ten or eight thunderbolts. , Of course, in order to avoid hacking Liu Qingbo, this idea was finally dispelled.

Early in the morning the next day, the two set off for the Moon Moon Lake written on the file. Although there is a direct subway station near the destination, both of them have weapons, so it is much more convenient to take a taxi.

Seeing his high-spirited look, Liu Qingbo couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Is your injury really healed? Have you had any more nightmares?"

Solstice shook his head.

Liu Qingbo frowned: "Then have you asked Bureau Tang in private?"

Winter Solstice said helplessly: "I asked."

After he used Shangqing Dan yesterday, he felt pretty good, but for the sake of his life, he still went to Tang Jing.

"He said that I don't have demonic energy in me. I can't figure out the specific situation for a while. Let me use Shang Qingdan to recuperate first. When the soul-eating beast thing comes to an end, help me to look at it in detail."

Liu Qingbo didn't believe it: "No magic? Then why did you get hurt in your dream?"

Winter Solstice shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Strange to say, since that day on the plane that day, after fighting with that bewitching man in a dream, as the strangle marks on his neck gradually fade away, he has never seen each other again in dreams or reality.

Afterwards, the Winter Solstice painted the face of the other party, showed it to Tang Jing, and passed it on to Long Shen, but no matter who it was, they had never seen this person.

There was a strange and terrifying guess in his mind.

Liu Qingbo naturally saw that portrait as well.

"Could the man you've seen in your dream be a tribute to Han Qi's bowing his head?"

Winter Solstice said: "Song En should be a typical Southeast Asian appearance. You haven't seen that man with your own eyes. He is too domineering and too evil. I don't feel like Song En, but..."

He didn't say any more, and Liu Qingbo replied softly, "Bo Beiye."

For a while, both of them were silent.

Although the winter solstice survived in a dream, the Jedi counterattacked, and asked God to invite the sword light of Changshoujian to repel the opponent, but the oppression and deterrence on the opponent at that time was so great that he still has lingering fears in retrospect. , as if there was a hand on his neck still pinching on it, ready to pinch himself to death at any time.

Is this the power of the demons that can call the wind and call the rain and shake the world?

Even if he didn't know any magic at first, before he stepped into the cultivation world with half his foot, he had never felt such aura in the face of the human demon Xu Wan.

If it is, the current celestial demons are already so difficult to deal with with only a wisp of demonic energy. When the real body appears, will he, Liu Qingbo, Li Ying, and even Tang Jing, Wu Bingtian, and Long Shen be able to deal with them?

In other words, is there any power in this world that can stop the demons?

The two of them thought about each other and said nothing all the way until they reached their destination.

Although Wangyue Lake is an artificial lake and occupies a small area, it draws the water of Dianshan Lake, and the surrounding green trees are shady, which can be shaded in summer and sunbathing on a bench in winter, all year round. , there are always many people lingering here, it is very lively.

When they got out of the car on the winter solstice, they saw the eye-catching warning signs erected by the lake at a glance.

The water here is too deep to swim.

The black characters on a yellow background are too clear to be clearer, but accidents still happen every year, which also adds a lot of discussion to the nearby residents.

Liu Qingbo looked around and saw that on the other side of the bridge, in the area separated by barbed wire, there were obviously many more people than here, and most of them were standing by the lake, including police officers.

"No, it's such a coincidence that we'll get into trouble as soon as we come?"

Winter Solstice said: "The information seems to say that there is a school over there, let's go and have a look."

It was a coincidence that when they passed by, Jiang Lang had already been taken away by an ambulance, and even his parents, who were crying and crying, left with the car with a glimmer of hope, but everyone knew that Jiang Lang's this Go, probably won't be back.

The police were exploring the surrounding environment to determine whether he committed suicide. The area was fenced off, and the others stood outside the restricted area to watch the fun. There were many guests on the school day, but unexpectedly they became bystanders in this case. Everyone Talking about Jiang Lang, a promising student, is full of sighs.

During the winter solstice, they were able to enter with their IDs with them. Although the Special Administration Bureau was mysterious, the departments that needed frequent contact with their work had naturally heard of them. When a policeman saw them, he was immediately relieved.

"Brothers, you guys are too timely, I was just about to ask someone to invite you!"

Winter Solstice followed him to the lake: "Is there anything strange, not suicide?"

The other party said: "It's not that there is anything strange, there are no signs of fighting around, it should be suicide, but didn't there always be accidents in the Mochizuki Lake area in the past two years? I heard that you caught one from the lake last time... so what? Come out, your leaders have deliberately greeted our leaders, and if you encounter someone committing suicide again, you will have to be notified."

Liu Qingbo stepped on the stone and looked down. The lake was glistening. Of course, it was not crystal clear, but in the city, it was also a clean lake. A few fallen leaves floated on it, which added a bit of bleakness. No wonder Nearby residents like to linger here, and the half lake on the side of Yasheng Middle School is also the school's business card.

The sun was shining and it was warm, the lake was rippling, and fish spewed bubbles occasionally. It was hard to imagine what would appear here, but Liu Qingbo was not an ordinary citizen. He knew that even if something happened underwater, the surface would only Act more calmly.

He bent down, and Zuruo inadvertently swept his hands across the water.

The water in winter is icy cold, but it's not cold enough for Liu Qingbo to withdraw his hand. He rolled up his sleeves and fiddled in the water several times.

Just when he was about to withdraw his hand, something seemed to pass from the back of his fingers at a very fast speed. Liu Qingbo grabbed it with his backhand, but he was empty. He also leaned forward because of the speed and almost fell into the water. inside.

A hand grabbed his back collar.

The winter solstice dragged people back and joked: "How old are you, still playing with water?"

Liu Qingbo rolled his eyes back. He raised the back of his hand, the back of his middle finger, and the fingernail was a little down. There was a light red mark, but he was not sure whether it was a fish or something else just now.

"What? Is there really something?" The Winter Solstice probe asked.

"nothing."

Winter Solstice said: "I want to go to the hospital to see that boy first. He died soon, maybe he will find something."

"Also."

Liu Qingbo has no objection. Although he usually raises the bar with each other, he also understands that when it comes to doing things, the Winter Solstice is actually better than him in terms of careful and overall control, so the two have been partners until now, and they can only cooperate tacitly.

...

"Director Long, I have already given the Shangqing Pill to your little apprentice. I dare you to ask when you will come? The meeting will start next month."

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with excellent views, Tang Jing called Long Shen.

Looking for the stele, the Soul Eater incident at the Anime Festival, and the upcoming international conference soon, all the things added up are enough to make Tang Jing, the bureau chief, devastated.

Outsiders see that the East China branch is rich and powerful. Even the office is located in the most prosperous central area of ​​​​the first-tier cities. The conditions are comfortable enough to be ten streets away from other branches. However, the more you get, the more you pay. This is also the busiest of all the branches. With a brush, it is absolutely impossible for Tang Jing to sit in the position of Tang Jing, even the directors of other sub-bureaus are the best in the special management bureau.

Shu He knocked on the door twice and got a notification that entry was allowed inside. He pushed open the door and saw Tang Jing put his two long legs on the table, holding his phone in one hand, and an unfinished cigarette in the other. , a rude yuppie.

He automatically consciously lightened his steps, closed his mouth, sat at the desk, and waited for the leader to finish talking on the phone.

There was no long talk as imagined, this time Tang Jing hung up the phone without saying a word, perhaps because the person on the other end of the phone didn't like talking nonsense.

"How was the inspection at the venue?" Tang Jing put out the cigarettes he hadn't smoked in the ashtray.

Shu He said: "Everything is normal. This time we have strengthened the manpower and repeated the venue more than once. No one has missed it, and there will be no more mistakes."

Tang Jing said: "Representatives from various countries will come over in a few days. This time the standards are high. Just in case, the Long Bureau and Song Bureau will also come over in person. You should do things well, so as not to be picked on by these two people. Our precinct has no light on its face."

Shu He laughed horribly: "The two deputy bureau chiefs will go out in person? This battle is too big!"

"It's not big, after all, it's a summit where leaders of various countries gather. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at it in the dark. Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years."

Tang Jing said slowly, and Shu He found that he was still holding a book in his arms. He opened it halfway and seemed to be reading it.

"Yo, I didn't expect that our Tang Bureau also has the heart of a little girl!" Shu He saw sharply that it seemed to be a romance novel.

"The reasoning is the main reason, and the romance is the supplement." Tang Jing corrected him.

Shu He shrugged: "Well, I've never read novels, but if the leader strongly recommends it, I'll definitely read it. Is the author your friend?"

"I want you to look up someone for me." He held up the book in his hand. "This author."

Shu He was puzzled: "What's the situation?"

Tang Jing said: "I checked on the Internet. This author is very low-key. The real person never shows up, and there is no picture of him circulating on the Internet. The publishing house should have his credentials. You can check it out as soon as possible."

Shu He seemed to understand something, but he still didn't understand, he tentatively asked, "Public or private?"

Tang Jing rarely showed a hint of hesitation, and only after a while said: "Private business."

"Oh—" Shu He stretched his tone, revealing a tacit smile.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, and Shu He just left, when a phone call from Mingxian came in.

Tang Jing smiled unconsciously: "I thought you wouldn't call again."

Mingxian's voice was obviously a little embarrassed: "I was assigned to go abroad for training. Before I left, I thought to say goodbye to you."

Tang Jing was surprised: "Don't I remember you just joined the job?"

Ming Xian smiled and said, "It's a long story, why don't we meet?"

Tang Jing naturally agreed.

The two made an appointment at a cafe next to the park. It was still a daytime on a working day, and there was not a single customer in it. Once Tang Jing and Mingxian entered, it was equivalent to a private room.

"Actually, it wasn't my turn for the training quota, but the female teacher just got pregnant and pushed it. After a comprehensive evaluation of various indicators in the school, I was chosen by the bird."

"Where to go, how long?" Tang Jing helped the other party's coffee put two sugar cubes.

This is what he learned about the other person's habit when he took people home after the last anime festival and made coffee.

"Japan, it may take a year. The good news is that after I come back, I should be able to evaluate the title." Mingxian's smile was a little helpless.

Tang Jing smiled: "Then congratulations."

Mingxian was lying on the table, sullenly: "I don't want to leave my hometown, a year is too long."

Tang Jing said: "Then you can also push the quota."

Mingxian tilted his head to look at him: "Are you trying to keep me?"

Tang Jing showed him a charming smile: "What do you think?"

Mingxian seemed to be encouraged, and followed with a charming smile: "I think so."

Tang Jing consciously teased enough, lowered his head and took a sip of coffee before saying slowly, "It's only a year, and it's gone in a blink of an eye."

Mingxian said intentionally or unintentionally: "One year is enough to change a lot of things, including fragile goodwill."

Tang Jing raised her eyebrows: "So, if I speak, you will stay?"

When Ming Xian heard the words, his shoulders collapsed in half, and he said weakly: "I just entered that school, after all, it was the leaders who wanted to focus on training, so they gave me such a place. It's refrigerated."

Tang Jing smiled: "Then, I wish you a smooth journey."

Mingxian returned a slightly astringent smile.

Tang Jing knew very well that the other party had a favorable impression on him, but the slightest favor was not enough for him to keep him, nor for the other party to stay.

They've been in touch for too short a time, sexually aroused, and intrigued, and after that night, everything should be back on track.

Mingxian said: "I don't know if you heard that there was an incident in our school. A boy committed suicide by jumping into the lake because of his lovelorn."

Tang Jing's hand stirring the coffee paused: "Jumping into the lake? Mochizuki Lake?"

Mingxian nodded, with an expression that you really know, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "You really are a power user, right? What is your power, fire-breathing or flying over the wall? Are you talking to the government department? There is cooperation, can you accept my interview? You can rest assured that I will not reveal the secret, at most I will use you as the prototype of the protagonist of the novel..."

Tang Jing pushed his face away: "You read too many comics, calm down with a cup of coffee."

Mingxian complained of grievance: "We even went to bed, but you are so ruthless!"

Tang Jing raised his chin: "Then you want me to pay, I'm fine, I'm afraid I'll insult you."

Mingxian slapped his paws angrily.

Tang Jing: "Speaking of which, your school is by the Moon Moon Lake? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Mingxian said strangely: "Yasheng Middle School, a private middle school, quite famous. I teach Chinese in the high school department."

Tang Jing saw that the other party had drunk the coffee to the end, and invited the waiter to pay for it.

Mingxian complained: "I still want to eat a cake."

Tang Jing smiled and said, "Aren't you going to leave? I happen to be free today, so I can accompany you for a walk, or are you going to waste time eating cakes here?"

Mingxian:  …

"Congratulations, Mr. Tang, your beauty trick worked." He solemnly reached out to Tang Jing.

Tang Jing grabbed his hand and shook it, "You've won awards and awards, if you're talking about beauty, you're better than me."

The cold winter and twelfth lunar month in the south are just gorgeous and beautiful with fallen leaves, but there is no deserted branch.

After leaving the cafe, he naturally walked into the park area, Ming Xian laughed suddenly, which attracted Tang Jing to turn his head to look at him.

"I didn't expect that I would go to the park with a man. I had the impression that it should be a place for the elderly or children."

Tang Jing spread her hands: "I didn't expect that I would sneak out to play with you during work hours. Fortunately, our leader is not here today, otherwise I will be scolded."

Mingxian blinked: "I thought you were the leader."

Tang Jing: "What makes you have such an illusion?"

Mingxian smiled and said, "Although you try your best to be approachable, you're still a bit domineering. I guess it's because you're used to being a leader. Have I told you that writers of novels have very sensitive intuitions?"

Not far away, someone was taking a photo. Two young girls in ancient costumes were standing or standing under the guidance of the photographer, posing.

Tang Jing glanced at it and looked away.

"I heard that people who write novels are also popular with the title of a beautiful writer and a handsome writer to promote it. If you are willing to expose your appearance, your fame must be much greater than it is now."

Mingxian pursed his lips and smiled: "I write novels as a hobby, and I never thought about using this to consume heat."

Tang Jing was surprised: "I didn't expect you to be a person with advanced taste."

Mingxian smiled: "Did you like me a little more suddenly?"

Tang Jing nodded: "Maybe more than a little."

It's really like that.

Mingxian's heart moved slightly, and his face slowly turned red.

The appearance of the two tall and handsome guys standing together and talking is very pleasing to the eye, and occasionally passers-by can't help but look at this side a few more times.

Tang Jing leaned against the tree trunk and took out a cigarette to light it. Seeing that he was suddenly cramped, he couldn't help but tease: "What else did you think of that is not suitable for children?"

Mingxian coughed lightly, refused to admit it, and casually found a topic: "I'm just looking at the girls over there, they don't look as good-looking as you."

Then he heard Tang Jing approaching his ear and whispering something extremely inappropriate for children.

Mingxian almost choked to death on his own saliva.

What Tang Jing said was: Are you thinking about me wearing women's clothes to **** you?

Mingxian's face turned red, and he didn't know if he was coughing or was shy and angry.

Then Tang Jing kissed him.

Mingxian resisted subconsciously with his tobacco-smelling lips and tongue, raised his hand to push his shoulder, and then grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the tree trunk.

The sturdy tree trunk barely covered the figures of the two, and passersby came and went in a hurry, not realizing that they were two men. Even if they found out, they would be embarrassed to stop and watch.

But in broad daylight, the sense of shame in the public still made Ming Xian's hands and feet weak, and he could only be forced to lift his slender neck and let the other side plunder his breath.

"Go to your house or mine?"

The breath was blowing, and there was a touch of coldness in the tobacco smell, and Mingxian was a little dazzled for a while.

He raised the other hand that was not restrained to cover his eyes, as if he couldn't stand the dazzling sunlight, and muttered, "No, I really have to go back and pack my things..."

"Really?" Tang Jing raised his knee and touched the spot where he had already responded.

"Really!" Mingxian took a deep breath, used some strength, pushed the other party away by two steps, and groaned, "I really have something to do—"

Tang Jing raised his eyebrows.

Mingxian changed his words spinelessly: "Tomorrow!"

Tang Jing burst into laughter with shame.

Mingxian:  …

His hand covering his eyes was changed to rest on his forehead.

The two walked out of the park and parted at the entrance of the cafe. Tang Jing offered to take Mingxian for a ride, but he refused, saying that he wanted to see a relative, and he didn't go by the way. Tang Jing didn't reluctantly, and left by car.

Mingxian stood on the side of the street, watching the vehicle pass through the traffic light intersection and drifting away, then picked up the phone.

The phone was connected, and he said to the person over there, "I want to see you."

When he faced Tang Jing just now, that carefree smile disappeared completely. Icy indifference replaced the former, and the front and back were completely different.

"I will look for you."