Super Species Player

A sea of ​​​​fire suddenly swept over Paris, and the explosive orange light instantly enveloped the entire sky!

With just a brief flash, this vast waterfall of light melted into the darkness again, like an astonishing dream.

At that time, the Parisian citizens walking under the night sky stopped one after another, staring subconsciously at the deep night sky, with expressions on their faces ranging from hesitation to confusion.

They didn't know why they were looking up at the stars or what attracted them to them, but when they started thinking about this problem, their minds went blank...

The sky above the southeastern suburban industrial zone at this time.

A swift shadow fell like a cannonball, falling to the ground at a speed that could not be captured by normal human vision!

Jiang Qian, who was covered in blood, fell vertically into the barrier that Law had laid in advance. The impact of the fall was isolated within the barrier by the super-species power.

The collapse of high-level mimic props is enough to unleash astonishing destructive power like a landslide and tsunami.

Both the sub-station lawful and local lawful forces were prepared to guard against the huge turmoil caused by this move. At the same time, they themselves were deeply shocked by the scene in front of them...

Jiang Qian, who was still conscious, walked out of the smoky ruins.

He held the harpoon covered with scales in his right hand, and held down the burning penetrating wound on his chest with his left hand. Thick blood seeped out from between his fingers, staining his front red. His eyes were still as cold as iron, staring intently. Looking at the approaching figure.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat, tall and broad, with slightly spotted hair on the temples...

The harpoon flips instantly in the palm of your hand! At the moment when the offensive was being built, Jiang Qian suddenly realized that the man in front of him was not the man in his mind.

Therefore, he stopped at the right moment.

The person on the opposite side also froze for a moment and let out a loud and unruly laugh:

"Hahaha, you really didn't disappoint us...Welcome back, don't use Qianlong!"

…

Wen Han was placed in the highest-level safe house of the official Paris branch.

Two days later, since her "landing at high altitude" that night, she has fallen into an almost isolated situation: unable to communicate and losing freedom of movement. The only official person she can contact can only comfort her, advise her to wait patiently, and No further information could be given to her.

These hours of waiting made Wen Han suffer like never before.

"...She has been waiting for you and has barely slept a wink for two days."

In the monitoring room, Xiao Longnv was reporting to Jiang Qian the various situations after Wen Han moved into the safe house.

Jiang Qian listened silently and stared at the "mother" in the video through the footage captured by the indoor camera.

"There are no obvious abnormalities in her diet and health. This is her recent diet and medication list." Xiao Longnu said, handing the file folder to Jiang Qian.

"Is there any more?" Jiang Qian took the file handed over by Xiao Longnu and looked through it silently.

"Well... in short, she is very worried about you and is eager to see you." Xiao Longnu said, "But because of your situation... we have not been able to explain it to her, so..."

"I understand, let's go."

…

When Jiang Qian entered the safe house, Wen Han was sitting at a wooden table in a daze.

She looked haggard, obviously tired and overthinking. He was a little slow to react to the opening and closing of the door.

Until she saw Jiang Qian...

The blank gaze quickly focused, and she was even stunned for a moment. Then she got up from the chair, walked around the table, and slowly approached Jiang Qian who was standing in front of the table.

"How are you?"

Wen Han looked Jiang Qian up and down. This "son" that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her made her feel a little confused for a moment.

But seeing that Jiang Qianren was okay, Wen Han finally felt relieved. She was like a rubber band that had been stretched for a long time and suddenly relaxed, and she felt a little dizzy.

Fortunately, Jiang Qian helped her in time.

"I'm fine. Let's sit down and talk."

Wen Han frowned slightly as the distance got closer, and she smelled the residual bloody scent from Jiang Qian's body.

Wen Han immediately realized something, but felt unable to speak. He held his hands awkwardly and fell into silence.

This silence comes from how little she knows about this "son". Even saying a word of concern at this time makes her feel extremely awkward and embarrassed.

Even she knew that something needed to be said.

It was her "son" who spoke first: "This incident is quite special. Did they all explain it when they signed the confidentiality agreement?"

"Well..." Wen Han nodded slowly and lowered his gaze, "They said that we should be more vigilant against such religious activities in the future. We can't always rely on God's salvation in life..."

The conversation can then proceed.

Although Jiang Qian didn't know Wen Han's specific situation, why she worshiped gods, and what things needed God's redemption; but he could vaguely guess that these were probably related to her "dead" young son.

However, Wen Han changed the topic and pointed directly at the core of the contradiction: "But after seeing such power, it's hard not to believe that there are gods in this world, isn't it?"

Wen Han said, raised his head and stared into Jiang Qian's eyes:

"You have become one of those 'special people', right? Just like your father, he is hidden in the streets, but possesses the power of the sky... and is responsible for special events that only people like you can solve."

"Well, it can be understood that way," Jiang Qian replied euphemistically. "It is similar to some professions in reality, but the risk factor is higher."

He did not shy away from talking about this topic. This was an inquiry he had imagined he would face before entering here.

"Thinking about it now, Xuesong had a really hard time at that time. He had to face extraordinary dangers and endure my complaints about him. If I had known his profession earlier, maybe I would have been a more considerate wife..."

Wen Han pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled bitterly:

"Until now, he is gone, and I am still enjoying his care. I know very well that no matter where I move to or where I am, there will be a pair of eyes watching me and ensuring my safety, just because I am Jiang Xuesong's widow."

Did she hide abroad because she felt suffocated by this kind of "surveillance" life? It turned out that there was no change... Jiang Qian tried to interpret Wen Han's semantics.

In Jiang Qian's view, she may not be unable to understand that such "surveillance" is a necessary protection for her, but it will definitely not make her feel comfortable.

"This can't be a reason for Mom not to go home, right?"

Wen Han suddenly raised her head and looked at Jiang Qian with an inquiring look, as if trying to find out his thoughts.

Helplessly, Jiang Qian already knew the truth, but he just didn't expose it: "I understand, artists need more freedom."

Jiang Qian's tone was so calm that he didn't seem like a son visiting his mother.

Of course, this "coldness" was not intentional on his part, it was the style of communication between the two in the past: polite and distant.

However, Wen Han's eyes dimmed a little bit:

"I'm sorry..."

"?"

Jiang Qian was a little surprised by Wen Han's sudden apology.

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In Jiang Qian's cognition, Wen Han had known his identity for a long time, so he never treated him as his own son. Since they were not biological mother and son, how could he owe him anything, how could he apologize?

But all he could do at this time was to listen to Wen Han's story quietly.

"I'm sorry... I still can't lie to myself..."

Wen Han covered her cheeks, and her trembling shoulders showed that she was sobbing slightly at this time: "Actually, I'm not your mother!"

Jiang Qian's eyes moved slightly, and he understood that Wen Han's apology meant something else.

Then, Wen Han began to tell the story of the whole incident.

The story that Jiang Qian had already known in advance was repeated from Wen Han's perspective:

The fragments that Jiang Qian had previously recalled, the face-to-face conflict between Wen Han and Long Shen, and Jiang Yang's accidental discovery of his brother's identity, were just episodes.

After a painful struggle, Wen Han accepted the fact that his son had died, and acquiesced to Long Shen's son Yun Zhuo staying in the Jiang family as Jiang Qian.

In fact, if it weren't for Long Shen's great help, it would not be just one of Jiang's sons who died that year.

After Long Shen and Jiang Xuesong went to the God War, Wen Han tried to get along with this "picked up" son day and night, but the more she got along with Jiang Qian, the more she couldn't help thinking about her son...

After several attempts, the mother collapsed.

She chose to heal her own trauma first, and then fulfill her husband Jiang Xuesong's promise to Long Shen. So she went far away.

But she didn't expect that this departure would last until today, many years later.

"I'm sorry, I tried... but I can't do it... As long as I'm with you, I can't help thinking about my son, thinking about the things that make me regret, the irreversible things..."

Wen Han sobbed slightly, telling the grievances that had accumulated in her heart for a long time.

And Jiang Qian just listened to her quietly.

From Wen Han's crying, Jiang Qian saw a tragic and helpless mother and wife who had to endure the great pain of losing her son and accidentally glimpsed the truth that she couldn't bear.

Jiang Qian understood Wen Han's choice, but did not try to comfort her.

Sometimes, silence is the best comfort.

"I originally planned to keep this secret in my heart forever... But this is not fair to you. You didn't do anything wrong at all. The fault is all mine. You have the right to know all this!"

Although Wen Han's narration was a bit incoherent, Jiang Qian could still understand what she was saying.

This is her way of apologizing, saying sorry in another form.

It was not until Wen Han calmed down again that Jiang Qian finally responded to her story:

"You don't have to force yourself for this kind of thing. It's okay."

When he said these words, he saw doubt and surprise in Wen Han's eyes.

Wen Han was surprised that Jiang Qian could remain calm when he heard the truth about his identity, as if he was listening to someone else's story.

She just didn't know that when Jiang Qian first learned the truth, he was also living a life worse than death, but he finally survived...determined to walk in the world with two different identities.

"Actually, you don't need to apologize for this. Instead... I should apologize for 'your son'."

In Wen Han's increasingly moist eyes, Jiang Qian continued:

"If I didn't have this body, I would have disappeared long ago. Not only did I occupy his body, I also enjoyed the affection and care that should belong to him. Even if there are some shortcomings, it doesn't matter. So you don't need to apologize to me. I want to thank your son."

For this reason, Jiang Qian has decided to protect the Jiang family at all costs, and as a member of the Jiang family, he should fulfill the obligations of the owner of this body.

Wen Han was stunned...

When Jiang Qian stood up and prepared to leave, she subconsciously stood up and pulled Jiang Qian's sleeve.

Jiang Qian turned around and looked at Wen Han's tearful eyes and hesitant look, and soon realized her motives.

For so many years, she had been unable to let go of a heavy secret, but today she finally solved it. What she had to do was simple:

"I..."

Wen Han's eyes showed a struggling look, followed by a flash of guilt.

Perhaps she suddenly realized how offensive such a request was.

But she still mustered up her courage and pleaded with Jiang Qian, who stood in front of her and looked exactly like her own son:

"Can I... hug 'him' again?"

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