Hidden Assassin

Sleeping at home for the first time in several years, seeing those familiar furnishings, she also felt a little uncomfortable for a while. On the small bookshelf were the romance novels and comic books she used to like to read. The star posters on the desk, under the glass on the desk, are the photos of my childhood, there are family names and rustling ones, and when I open the drawer, there are stickers from my mobile phone, various small jewelry, beautiful old pen holders, bald writing brushes, and colorful rubber bands , music tapes, small plastic boxes one by one, which contain lighters, stone or wooden seals, small bells, large and small dice, in short, all kinds of small and beautiful objects, trivial and numerous .

Parents will come to do cleaning every few days to get rid of the dust, and the room looks as clean as ever. It's just that time has faded the imprint of these things after all, or it comes from the mood... She can remember why she used to collect these things, but the love at that time always feels so far away when she thinks about it now.

Turn on the lights, open drawers, boxes, books, and stamp albums one by one. These memories are lingering and lingering. Sitting there, she always feels that she can see three children walking around, chasing and fighting. In summer, the electric fan is blowing, lying on the bed and reading comics and novels, kicking each other from time to time, and then they fight. In winter, the three of them are wrapped in quilts and playing poker. There are sugar and melon seeds next to it, and the girl who looks the quietest always protests that the other two dropped the melon seed husks on the bed...

She sat looking at the room. The voice of the TV series and the occasional voice of the parents came from the living room, and the big box brought back from Vienna was placed in the corner of the house, like a symbolic object that separated the age. That evening. The moonlight poured in through the window lattice, and she couldn't sleep.

When I gently went to the living room to drink water, the door of the master bedroom also opened, and my mother came out from inside, and put a finger on her lips. It was two o'clock in the morning: "Are you still asleep?"

"Probably because of the time difference."

"It's actually taller than me."

"I was taller than you when I left, okay?"

"It looked like a girl back then."

Ling Jing smiled, watched her close the door, and then the mother and daughter sat down on the sofa in the living room. Talk softly: "Tell me about what happened in Vienna in the past few years."

"There's nothing to talk about. Practice the piano, read books, go shopping occasionally, sit by the Danube River, go for a run in the morning, practice or something." She laughed, "I haven't lost any of the boxing techniques my father taught me. .”

"Nothing special?"

"That is to perform in the theater. Three days a week, they give me a chance to play a solo. A few minutes of performance... Actually, it is not a big theater, and it is more private, and often acquaintances come over. Um, yes, I played the guitar by the river, and I went for a walk there at night, put the box on the ground, sat on a chair and sang and sang, and someone threw money into the box, the Danube is very beautiful..."

"Earn a lot?"

"A lot. It's enough for a good meal. The people over there are very passionate about music. In fact, my voice is not very good, but the songs are good. These songs...before...uh..." She After a pause, these songs were written by Jia Ming, and they were sung by the concept band for nearly a year...

"That Mr. Julian at the airport took care of you so much, why didn't you invite him to come with you?" Seeing that her daughter was unwilling to continue talking in this direction, Duan Jingxian quietly changed the subject.

"He has something to do today. The person from the performing arts company picked him up next to him, and the hotel has been arranged. Today is such a rush. Our family didn't prepare very grandly. By then, you and Dad must be busy again."

"You still dare to quibble. If you didn't mention it in the previous phone call, how could you appear hasty? You said on the phone before that it's really true to you that someone with such a high status as a teacher can arrange so many things for you Great, tomorrow... no, invite him over for a meal today, and our family will thank him very much."

"OK, all right."

After chatting about various trivial matters for tens of minutes, both mother and daughter deliberately avoided the most sensitive topics. After breakfast the next morning, Lingjing went to the hotel to say hello to Julian and others: "At night, come to my house for a meal, my parents have always wanted to formally thank the teacher for your kindness to me. years of care."

"Meeting a good student, it's my duty...wouldn't it be too much trouble?"

"No, then it's settled. I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

The performing arts companies on both sides are related, and Julian also has a strong network in China, but after all, it is impossible to perform immediately after running back. Lingjing has a holiday, and the others have to be busy for a while. After Lingjing left, the friend Derby who followed Julian said: "It's still the same, if I really regard you as a close person, I should have invited you last night. She always shows this inadvertently." This kind of personality that rejects people thousands of miles away is widely spread in the conservatory of music. ^^

"Charming is like that, isn't it?" Julian laughed.

"Slutty man..." Derby shook his head and patted him on the shoulder, "You have to be busy."

After leaving the hotel, Ling Jing stood by the road in a daze, not knowing where to go. In the past four years, many things about Jiang Hai have not changed much in memory, but just came back, and the people around her always felt a sense of strangeness, so she walked by the side of the road and bought a newspaper to hold. In fact, buying a newspaper to read such things is also a very strange experience. When I lived here before, I never paid attention to these things.

In fact, there are places where I have thought about going before, but when I really want to set off, I suddenly become hesitant, afraid in my heart, what kind of things I see, what kind of things I accept, some pictures have been repeated in my mind imagined for four years. She was unwilling to accept unimaginable results, and she was even unwilling to think about other results at the time, but at this time. This feeling of worrying about gains and losses came suddenly like a sea wave, and after walking around the street for a long time, she got on the bus and went to the original headquarters of the Shazhu Gang.

The door was closed tightly, and there was no one at all. At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was bright, Ling Jing stood at the door and rang the doorbell for a long time, but there was no movement in the big house that was familiar to him. She slumped her shoulders. I feel a little lost, but also a little relaxed. "Probably changed places..." Thinking this way, she turned her head and went to the other side of Jianghai. Sacred Heart Academy. .

Everything is the same as before. It is the time of summer vacation, the school gate is closed, the big square, only the gold-plated signboard has been renovated once, and the flowers on the square have also changed to a new pattern. It was almost noon, and some summer tutoring students came from the small gate next to them. file out. Flock to the shops on the side of the square. Originally, when they were in school, Sacred Heart College didn't provide such tutoring, so it is estimated that the pressure to go to school has become greater in recent years.

Going around along the familiar road, the vegetable market that seems to have been expanded appeared in front of her eyes, the roof was replaced with a new one, and the stalls inside became more tidy. At this time, there were not many vendors in the vegetable market. She was carrying a handbag Standing on the side of the road for a while, the vegetable market is not far from home, she used to come here often. It's just that the street vendors who were once familiar are no longer seen, or they no longer know each other. The cold cakes she used to like to eat were sold in a newly renovated storefront next to her. She bought some and held them in her hand.

The house on the side of the road has been newly renovated. Now it is an unfamiliar lime white, turning the corner of the road, the most familiar road appeared in front of her eyes, the houses on the side of the road were new and old, far away, the video game room came into view, hung with new door curtain.

The sun was shining straight down, and she walked over. It was difficult. Finally, he stopped at the door of the game room and looked at the scene in the game room. It was noon, and the business was not very good. The tall and thin boss sat behind the table selling game coins and ate with his head buried. Several people on the plane looked over. Lingjing stood for a while, then turned and walked away, her high heels made a rattling sound on the newly tiled steps.

A new house has been built next to it, and the facade on the first floor is obviously a home net. The stairs on the side of the game room were covered with moss, Ling Jing stood there, her eyes were red, thinking of a poem she once learned: "White Rabbit, wandering around, clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old."

Suddenly, I discovered that everyone had already left, things are different, things are different...

"Miss, do you want to help?" A rather handsome young man came out of the game room, and asked carelessly. Ling Jing looked at him for a few seconds, then turned her head and walked up the stairs with a hoarse voice.

"I go home……"

"You live here? No one lives here..."

The boy watched her go up the stairs, and when he took out the key from the handbag and stretched it out, the keychain fell to the ground with a snap. The woman squatted on the ground for a while, and finally stood up again, reaching out to open the door.

There was a creaking sound, she stood at the door for a few seconds, then walked in.

After returning home at four o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Jing was in a trance. Julian and others came with her. Some of these people understand Chinese, but most of them still don't. It is quite difficult to communicate. However, seeing that the Ye family owns a martial arts gym, they also found their favorite sports outside, playing sandbags, doing fitness, and going to the ring to compete. Ling Jing and her mother were washing and choosing vegetables in the kitchen, preparing dinner, After breaking a bowl, he was kicked out by his mother.

In fact, before I came back, I probably thought that I would not be able to find Jiaming when I went to the Sacred Heart. However, looking at the moss on the stairs, I still couldn't help but feel sad. I opened the door and walked in. The objects in the whole room were covered. The chairs, coffee table, bed, large wardrobe, TV, etc. were all covered with white cloth. Dust accumulated on those white cloths, showing that no one has lived here for a long time.

She lifted those white cloths, and everything was still in order, maintaining the appearance when she left, without much change, the garbage was thrown out, the dishes and chopsticks were stacked in the kitchen cabinet cleanly, the quilt Folded on the bed, it was still the same bed that was covered when she left. It just looks like it has been cleaned, and the only major change is that everything in the refrigerator has been swept away. It can be seen that Jiaming left after cleaning up everything.

She sat on the sofa blankly for two hours, turned on the TV to watch the rustling snowflakes inside, not knowing what kind of mood it was, disappointment or loss. This kind of mood seems to remain until now, no matter how many people are around her, she seems to be in that empty room with light coming in from the window. Dust fluttered in the air, as quiet as the end of the world.

She was not in a high mood, and Julian and others could tell that there were not many people who came to bother her for a while, and during dinner time, these people did not encourage Lingjing to drink and tell stories about Vienna. Zhu Li'an enthusiastically talked with Ye's father and Ye's mother, and Lingjing occasionally acted as an interpreter. After dinner, the mother and daughter cleared the table, and then Lingjing chatted and laughed in the living room, saying sorry. After entering the bedroom and sitting in the room, after a while, Julian also appeared at the door with a warm smile.

"I haven't come back for four years. Is it hard to feel that things are changing?"

"Sorry." Ling Jing forced a smile, "I'm... not in a good condition today."

"I understand, you don't have to say it, but... just want to tell you that many people care about you. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time. I have always been good at listening."

"Thanks."

After two sentences, he conveyed his concern. He didn't bother much, turned and left. After a while, the mother who finished washing the dishes came in, sat down by the bed, looked at her for a long time, and then asked, "What's wrong? Where did you go today?"

"Mom..." Ling Jing frowned as she looked at her mother smilingly, and after a while. Finally took a deep breath. "Jiaming and Shasha... how are they doing now?"

Duan Jingxian's eyes trembled, turning into a touch of tenderness and pity. He reached out and stroked his daughter's cheek: "I know you will definitely ask, but...you really don't know..."

"What's wrong with them?"

"Wait, I'll show you something."

Duan Jingxian left the room, and after a while, she came in with some documents, first handed her the newspaper on it, and took a deep breath: "It's been four years, I still remember that day you just came back from a trip, I called your dad earlier and told me that we decided to go to Vienna, so we have been preparing things for you to go abroad all day, and there are some things I don’t know. It took two days before someone mentioned it to us, Rusha she ...Someone framed her, the gang left behind by your Uncle Liu was arrested by the police, and your father and I found some connections to inquire about this matter, but since that day, we haven't seen her again..." .

Almost the moment she saw the contents of the newspaper, Lingjing opened her mouth, feeling something cold rushing out from the depths of her bones, "A high school girl is actually the biggest drug lord in Jianghai", the front page of the newspaper reads like this , there is a photo of rustling there, I don't know where it was taken secretly, the picture is very distorted. She looked at the date in the newspaper, August 5, 2020, that afternoon four years ago when she came back from Guilin, she was full of heartbreak and self-pity, she didn't know anything, she just wanted to use the fastest speed Leaving the city, even my best friend never thought about contacting her.

"Shusha is fine. We know she should have gone abroad. We thought she would contact you, but it doesn't look like it now. That child... Jia Ming helped her escape. As for Jia Ming..." The moment the name was mentioned , Duan Jingxian's eye sockets also suddenly became moist, slightly red, Ling Jing looked at her mother's expression, and felt a bad tremor in her heart, her voice was hoarse, and she dared not move: "What's wrong with him?" ?” The whole sentence was out of tune like a distorted tape.

"Lingjing, you...you have to promise me first, you are not allowed to do stupid things anymore..."

Night has fallen, and the sound of the TV and the laughter of Julian and others can be heard from afar in the living room. , she seems to be able to see a door leading to yesterday, slowly opening in front of her eyes... At the same time, Hong Kong.

Above the street, there seemed to be flashing neon lights on the signboards covering the entire sky, and an almost new BMW sedan was passing through the crowded streets. There are many pedestrians on the side of the road.

Ding Xiong, Mu Qingqing, the foolish man selling sugar-fried chestnuts was sitting on the back seat of the car. Driving ahead was a police officer from the Serious Crime Squad, surnamed Zheng, nicknamed Xiaopang. In the passenger seat was a well-dressed girl with thick smoky makeup, who was said to be Officer Zheng's girlfriend. Usually call her Momo. The five of them had already had dinner outside, so they drove to the hotel where Mu Qingqing and the other three were staying.

This Police Officer Zheng is actually not fat. It's just that he has a baby face, so he got such a friendly nickname. The team leader he is in is named Mu Cha, and his style and behavior are relatively blunt. A police officer was arranged to be the receptionist. Xiaopang, who has always been easy to get along with strangers, was naturally the best candidate. He accompanied the three of them to play around these few days. also called out. We went shopping together in Mong Kok, and it was a happy event.

In the morning, Mu Qingqing dragged the man next to him to see a doctor. It is said that it is a pretty good brain hospital. Who knew that after a little examination, the result was similar to that of Yujiang. The doctor looked at the scan. After waiting for a long time, I said with some uncertainty that I had never seen such a situation before, and then prescribed a lot of treatment plans, long-term hospital observation, and various examination methods including brain tissue slices. Mu Qingqing was stunned for a while, she was a little embarrassed.

Pulling the other party to Hong Kong, in fact, there is no plan for long-term treatment, passport. ID card, all the documents are fake, plus she will go back to Jianghai soon, so it is impossible to talk about staying here for a long time, but she herself is not prepared to deal with such a difficult illness. I have never been hit before, how can I just bring someone to the hospital and encounter such a rare case. So all afternoon. She is thinking about this matter.

To be honest, bringing the other party to Hong Kong can be regarded as a spur of the moment. Because I was very excited when I found out that I was going back to Jianghai, I thought that even if I cooked all the porridge for him, I should do something for my friend, but if things are really difficult to a certain extent, should I do it for strangers? Ren Er really shouldered all the responsibilities, but she hadn't figured it out yet.

After all, he only has occasional headaches now. If his condition really deteriorates, God knows what troubles will happen in the future. If he is paralyzed in bed and becomes a vegetable, if he is paralyzed, he is not married yet. For a fool, he doesn't need to learn from Lei Feng. this level.

Where is the responsibility...

It can be considered that they have lived together for half a year, and occasionally she will have some messy emotions. If this person is her husband, she thinks it might not be too bad. Leaving aside the fact that the other party has mental problems, as a cohabitant, he is not very noisy, lives regularly, has great strength, is not lazy, is good at cooking, and has absolutely no possibility of cheating. Thinking about it, he is quite suitable for the requirements of finding a partner. . She can be regarded as an older young woman. Every time she thinks of such a thing, she shakes her head and laughs and scolds herself for being a nympho and starving, but now that she thinks about it, if he is her husband, she has the responsibility to cure him. He, and if he wanted to take on this responsibility, he would never even think about going on a blind date again.

It's ridiculous to think about this question, but when it's in front of you, it's really quite serious. The problem is that it's impossible for her to take such responsibility for a strange man now, but it's really hard to get rid of him for a while. After being together for half a year, if the other party is a normal person, she will basically not have any burden, but the problem is that this is a patient... It's really a cocoon...

In such a mood, Xiaopang in front of him answered the phone, which seemed to be from his uncle, then searched in the glove box in front of the car, found a stack of documents, and said to the people behind him after a while : "Go to a hotel first and send something to my uncle. It happens to be on the way." Of course, the others have no objections.

Momo next to him said a few words to him, and then turned around with a poster: "Hey, sister Qing, are you interested in Fang Yusi's tour concert at the Red Hall?" This girl is quite talkative with her Come on, they are also members of the police force, but they are computer workers, and they claim to be a rotten girl. Although Xiaopang said that the two are boyfriend and girlfriend, but judging from their relationship, Xiaopang is still pursuing her, and the relationship has not yet been determined. , Mu Qingqing smiled: "I also heard that the next stop is Jiang Hai?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's all right, you can listen to it twice in a row, I'm so fascinated by her." She rubbed the poster on her face. With a look of intoxication, "Sister Qing, let's go see together tomorrow."

Listen to them talk about the concert. Ding Xiong also laughed: "I also like her local songs very much, you can't forget me, but... Didn't yesterday's news say that the venue was full and the tickets were gone long ago?".

"There are lands and places. Xiaopang's uncle is a composer. I heard that he has a good relationship with many celebrities. He must have a channel to get tickets, yes."

"That's right. It's on me." Xiaopang smiled and shook the stack of things in his hands, "I heard that he wrote a few new songs, and they got off the car the day before yesterday. I'm busy with my busy schedule right now. He gave something, and it was worth five concert tickets. Maybe you can ask him to get Fang Yusi's autograph. But the quantity is relatively large, so if you ask him temporarily, you probably won't be able to get the best seat, just in the middle. "

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Mo Mo patted his shoulder: "I'm very happy to be able to go."

Xiaopang smiled and turned his head: "Is this a formal date?"

"It's you."

"Oh yes." Xiaopang shook his head, stepped on the accelerator, and the car passed the intersection ahead. gallop up.

The distance to the destination was not too far. Although in a crowded city like Hong Kong, it only took more than ten minutes for everyone to arrive at the main entrance of the Royal Plaza Hotel. From time to time, I saw luxurious vehicles coming, reporters took pictures, rich and famous people got off the car, and some celebrities, big and small, could be seen from time to time. They entered the hotel lobby together and waited for the time. Ding Xiong asked: "What's your uncle's name?"

Xiaopang smiled and said, "Zheng Zepei, I guess you have heard his name behind some songs."

"He's your uncle!" Ding Xiong and Mu Qingqing called out at the same time, "Of course I've heard of it, he's amazing."

Say it like this. Xiaopang's round baby face smiled even brighter, and was about to brag, when a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a black suit also came out of a certain banquet hall and went straight to this side.

"Did you bring the things? I forgot to pick them up when I got off the car two days ago. Who knew I would... Hey, Xiaomo, have you made any progress with this kid recently? These two are..."

"Ding Xiong, Mu Qingqing. They are police officers from the mainland. It's amazing. Inspector Mu asked me to accompany them to handle the case for the past few days. Just now, they dropped the matter at hand and came here..."

"Hello, hello... I know you've always been busy, and I want someone's autographed photo... Uh..."

Zheng Zepei had a cheerful personality, greeted each other, took a look through the few songs to check if there were any omissions, then turned to the second page, glanced over the place between the few people, and was suddenly stunned.

Not far behind the four of them, Jia Ming sat on the sofa, looking up at the brightly lit ceiling. Aware of the other party's gaze, Jia Ming glanced at it, then continued to look at the sky, ignoring it.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Zheng Zepei took a look, then lowered his head, took off his glasses and wiped them with a towel, put them on again, took another look, and subconsciously walked over there.

"Uh, uncle?" Xiaopang asked, "He came to see a doctor with Captain Mu, do you know him?"

"Illness?" Zheng Zepei was taken aback, "I...not sure, maybe the wrong person..."

That's what he said, but his gaze was still fixed on that side. At this moment, there was a noise coming from the door, and several bodyguards stopped the reporter. It was this person who came in at this time. In the past few years, her acting career has skyrocketed, and Fang Yusi, who has faintly become the number one singer in the music industry, is wearing an elegant black evening gown, with pink skin on her left shoulder. She is smiling and waving to the reporter behind her. Beside her is her recently rumored boyfriend. , it is said that Tan Keqing, the son of the ship king, has a net worth of hundreds of millions.

The hall became bustling for a while, and those who were in charge of the reception, or those who had just entered the gate, greeted them, surrounded by everyone, and Fang Yusi greeted each one with a smile. Mo Mo here expressed his opinion in a low voice and viciously: "I guess that Tan Keqing is definitely not her boyfriend, at most he is pursuing her."

"Why?" Fatty asked. "Look, Sister Yusi is wearing high heels. She looks a little taller than Tan Keqing now. Think about it, if Tan Keqing is really his boyfriend, why would Sister Yusi dress up taller than him? , it's totally unreasonable."

Xiaopang looked at Mo Mo for a few times, and then laughed: "Then you are wearing flat shoes now, are you deliberately trying to accommodate me, I am so touched..."

"Go to hell, next time you wear high heels and feel inferior!"

The two were flirting and flirting, while Mu Qingqing was thinking about Jia Ming and asked, "Mr. Zheng, do you really know him?"

"You are his..."

"It's just a friend, but I don't know anything about him. There seems to be something growing in his brain. Occasionally, he will be in severe pain. He usually doesn't talk and ignores people. If you know his family members, I will I want to get in touch with them..."

Zheng Zepei frowned and thought for a while, but before he could answer, Fang Yusi, who was in the crowd, seemed to see him and waved his hand in greeting, and he waved his hand quickly to signal him to come over. Fang Yusi showed a puzzled expression. Originally, it would be appropriate to have a conversation in the middle of a banquet, but here it was just a gesture. At this moment, she was stunned, then said something to a few people around her, and turned her head around. A large group of people followed her.

"Mr. Zheng, long time no see, there is..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Zepei gestured to the side, and suddenly, Fang Yusi froze there. He was almost an international star. If there was anything that could be regarded as a loss of composure, it would probably be his current expression.

She opened her mouth, with surprise, surprise, astonishment, and disbelief on her face, and it lasted for a long time. In front of a group of people, a man in a white t-shirt was sitting on the sofa, looking at the ceiling. There was a ridiculous Snoopy on the t-shirt.

"Gu Jiaming..."

"Something happened to him, and now there seems to be something in his mind, saying that he doesn't care about people at all..."

Fang Yusi glanced at Zheng Zepei a few times, then walked over under the gaze of everyone, squatted in front of the man, and looked into his eyes...