dramatic death

Chapter 34. Goals

At 17:55, the suspension car was parked in the parking lot on the top floor of the shopping mall.

Dong Tiantian has transformed himself from a man in his twenties to a teenage high school girl.He stepped on his canvas shoes and jumped out of the car, bouncing around the headlights, lying on the window and hooking his fingers at Wen Qiu, leaving a very loud lipstick mark against his cheek.

Nie Shuangshuang lay on the back seat of the car and "vomited" silently, and was immediately dragged out of the car door by stretching her armpits, and kissed several times mercilessly.

"Do you know what we're here for?" Wen Qiu looked in the rearview mirror at the large and small children who were making a fuss—Dong Tiantian was bending over and pinching Nie Shuangshuang's face, bullying the screaming children to the point of tears .

"I know," Dong Tiantian straightened up when he heard the words, leaning on the car door and waving at him, "I met Mr. Xiaoyin on the way home, and talked with him about poetry and poetry to philosophy of life. The topic revolved around three central points. 1. Through understanding What happened around him, speculate on the direction of action of the Academy of Sciences, 2. Find out how much he knows about 'Hakoniwa', 3. Find out what An Qi is doing recently."

Wen Qiu nodded: "Be careful on the road, Shuangshuang will monitor your actions in real time, don't send signals if you have any problems, retreat in time, see you at the old place."

"See you at the old place," Dong Tiantian slammed the car door casually, leaned into the car window and kissed Wen Qiu's forehead, "Don't worry about me."

"You too."

The mechanical and repetitive farewell dialogue is Dong Tiantian's way of relaxing before each mission, but it has become an unwritten rule in their family over time.Wen Qiu watched the girl's familiar back bypassing the row of suspension cars and quickly disappeared at the entrance of the parking lot. He rubbed his fingertips against the steering wheel and was stunned for a while, until the sound of Nie Shuangshuang packing his things came from the back seat of the car.

"Be careful on the road." Without turning his head, he squeezed out an understatement farewell from his throat.In the rearview mirror, only a few raised hairs of Nie Shuangshuang could be seen, accompanied by the "hissing" sound of plastic bags rubbing against each other, and ended with a clear zipper sound.

My little boy didn't seem to have any intention of saying goodbye to him in a friendly way, so he just said "um" casually, opened the car door and jumped down.

Wen Qiu sighed.

He connected the mobile terminal to the window of the floating car, opened the map near the commercial street, and marked that Dong Tiantian's green origin had moved to the vicinity of the dessert house, less than 10 meters away from Yintong.

This is an embarrassing number, which means that Dong Tiantian can quickly evacuate when the situation is not right, and it also means that he may not be able to better grasp Yintong's movements.

——Why did Dong Tiantian stop there?

He usually would not choose such a distance. This guy is an adventurist, the kind who would rather charge forward than sit still.Wen Qiu is very familiar with his way of action, usually only unexpected accidents can stop Dong Tiantian, and this sudden accident usually has two situations.

Either it is how much trouble his task object——Yin Tong has encountered, or what kind of deadlock Dong Tiantian himself has fallen into.Wen Qiu zoomed in on the map on the car window, and there was an unrecognizable signal source jumping next to the red dot belonging to Yintong. He knew this kind of signal source, and usually it only represented one person.

——Christie

——This is really not good news.

The name marked by the signal source comes from a hacking activity by Nie Shuangshuang. He once sneaked into the database of the super terminal and stole the personal information of some mobile terminal holders, and bundled them into the database of the map file. This database currently only has them Three people can call.

According to the normal procedure, the mobile terminal implanted in a person's life can only emit one signal source, and this signal source will engrave all their personal information and reflect it on the map, which is a clear name.

But Christie is different. Her signal source will never have a name, just like she carries countless mobile terminals with her, which can never be defined as a monotonous point.

On the contrary, An Qi, that young master didn't even have a signal source.

Wen Qiu rubbed his temples with some headache.

He couldn't be sure if there was only one Christie in the dessert house at the moment, or if it was Christie and An Qi who were the two most powerful weapons in the world.Dong Tiantian was uncharacteristically thoughtful, he had stopped at that position for a while, it was like sitting outside Yintong's dessert house and ordering a cup of signature latte.

There were three clicks on the window.

Wen Qiu regained consciousness from his thoughts, he turned his head and looked out the window, only to find that Nie Shuangshuang was still standing outside.He seemed to have something to say, hesitantly lowered his eyelashes slightly, but his eyes kept wandering on the ground, as if he fell in love with the chassis of his own suspension car.

No one spoke, Wen Qiu felt that his head was getting more and more painful, as if a brat from some family was smashing thumbtacks on his temple with great interest.The relationship between him and Nie Shuangshuang was not harmonious, and he relied on Dong Tiantian to smooth things over on weekdays. The accident three years ago meant that he would not pay much attention to children for the rest of his life, so adopting Nie Shuangshuang itself was an accident.

If Nie Shuangshuang had been younger, or had been born cute, silly and sweet, maybe there would be fewer obstacles for them to get along.However, his own brat seems careless, but in fact he has low self-esteem and sensitivity. Nie Shuangshuang may have sensed Wen Qiu's attitude long ago, so that he can't wait to get on Dong Tiantian's body on weekdays.

In this case, once Dong Tiantian leaves the meeting, the relationship between them will be a disaster.

But we are family.Wen Qiu said to himself in his heart, Xiaotian hopes that we are one family.

He took a deep breath and tried to say something to ease the atmosphere, but the awkward children outside the car were obviously unwilling to buy it.Nie Shuang stood straight outside the car with his schoolbag strapped in his hands. Every cell in his body was written with "rejection", wishing he could run away immediately.

But he didn't move, and even showed an embarrassed and irritable expression as if he was trapped by something.Wen Qiu couldn't understand the boy's tangled heart from his clenched fingers, so he had to roll down the car window, trying to solve the adopted son's rare desire to tell during this bad time.

"Shuangshuang?"

The young boy stopped his words, bent down with one hand pressed against the lowered car window, and kissed his cool forehead.

There was an awkward maturity in this movement, Wen Qiu saw the little boy's ears were red, his eyes flickered past his face and then quickly stuck to the ground, like a little animal that is shy.

"Don't worry about me," Nie Shuangshuang murmured softly, Wen Qiu seemed to see a hint of doting and helplessness in his eyes.

What is he thinking?What did Xiaotian teach him...

Wen Qiu couldn't help laughing, he stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's nose, and responded, "You too." He felt that three words couldn't describe the joy in his heart, so he imitated Dong Tiantian's tone and added.

"do not worry about me."

……

At the same time, at 17:58, "afternoon tea" dessert house.

Little Boss Yin didn't know that he was about to be followed by a familiar stranger. He put the cleaned porcelain dishes back into the disinfection cabinet, and while cleaning up the remnants left by the guests on the dining table, he opened the door of the store "18:00" The "Closed" sign was replaced with "Closed".

There were still a few guests packing up in the dessert room. Christie was sitting in front of the bar with her back facing him, her straight back trembling slightly, and her slender neck was like fine satin.

Her whole body was curled up in the loose clothes, revealing a bit of fragility and pitifulness.

Yin Tong looked at his fingers pressed against the wall of the cup.

Under the well-manicured nails is a healthy flesh color, and under the fair skin are slender joints. He looks at his soft fingertips pressed against the cold glass, as if to wipe off the sticky coffee on the side of the glass liquid.

This is a living hand.

He unconsciously tightened his fingers, watching the fingertips gradually turn white, and then suddenly stained with black blood.

"Tong Tong."

He heard Christie's voice.

The dazzling sunset swallowed the familiar tables and chairs, and the wooden floor of the dessert house was suddenly replaced by the tiles at home.The soft sun at dusk passed through the cold floor-to-ceiling windows and caressed the transparent coffee table. Yin Tong realized that he was standing in the porch, and the midsummer heat wave outside the half-open door roasted his back and pushed him into the familiar living room.

He saw a dead body.

Someone was lying in the narrow gap between the coffee table and the sofa, and the dirty blood overflowing from under his body stained the gap between the tiles.Her pale cheeks were facing the direction of the bedroom, Yin Tong took a few steps forward until her dark eyes were reflected in the shaking vision.

He could feel something trickling down his fingers to the ground.

Yin Tong lowered his head and saw that he was holding a bright red apple in his blood-stained hand. His round nails pressed on the fragile apple skin, digging out a few clear fingerprints.

The apple juice that wet his nails was disgustingly sticky, the fruity aroma mixed with blood stirred his mouth, squeezed his tongue, and forced his stomach to convulse and throb.

Everything in his field of vision was shaking, the setting sun broke into countless messy spots of light, the scorching heat wave hit his temple like a heavy hammer, Yin Tong staggered to his knees, panting like a dying fish .

The woman's cold body was gradually blurred in his vision, only those dark eyes were like two holes that could not be filled.

"Tong Tong."

Yin Tong suddenly raised his head, facing Christie's pale face.

Panting heavily, he watched the setting sun stain Christie's delicate makeup with spots of blood, and then the sun was like a torn blood bag, pouring a deep red on her right head.

"Tongtong," Christie held his face, bringing his blood-stained forehead close to his eyes, "it was just an accident."

Bells rang in the dusk.

Yin Tong suddenly woke up from the hallucination, he staggered back two steps, panting and fell into the chair behind him.

He was still in the dessert room, and the last few guests had long since left. Christie was sitting at the bar with her back to him, and she didn't even look back, let alone lean over to cup his face.

All this is his hallucination.

The evening bell echoed in the dusk. Yin Tong followed the sound and saw that the minute and hour hands on the old quartz clock had stretched into a straight line.

18:00

He unconsciously counted the sound of the pendulum knocking, and in the roaring heartbeat, it seemed that tens of thousands of people were counting with him.

one two three four five six

At the last chime, someone knocked open the shop door behind him.