dramatic death

Chapter 17. Courier

"Who gave you the confidence to make you think that the Academy of Sciences and Nightingale are good people?"

Dong Tiantian was stunned by An Qi's rhetorical question. He waved his hand and interrupted An Qi's words, "I didn't think so. To be honest, as Nightingale's dog, I never felt that the Academy of Sciences was a decent role. But in Do you think this criminal is too innocent, you almost want to shape him into a white lotus flower that knows nothing about the world."

"Then who do you think he is?" An Qi asked.

Dong Tiantian didn't answer, so An Qi continued to ask: "Didn't your predecessors teach you how to judge a stranger? I remember that this is a compulsory course for Nightingale's introductory course, and their training teachers will take time to guide you. Help the old lady cross the road until you can accurately determine the occupations of three people in the interval between traffic lights."

"Have you received this training? Or, have you and your companions received this training?"

"I guess not," An Qi smiled, "You have two companions, the elder is your spiritual support, you trust him as you trust yourself, the younger is your hope, you are willing to put all Beautiful things are in front of him. Although judging from your age, this kind of role relationship similar to that of a partner and children is a bit strange, but it does not rule out the existence of social forms such as adoption or partners between you."

His statement paused, as if he had discovered something, he nodded and confirmed: "Very well, I'm not wrong, you are probably a small group that got together for some reason, and this 'factor' most likely comes from for a rather stimulating activity."

"Like fleeing."

An Qi's eyes were smiling, and his gaze passed through the recorded video through the light screen, making Nie Shuangshuang swallow uncomfortably.

"In a strictly regulated city like Central City, it is impossible for criminals without the slightest background to exist. I'm actually curious about when you and your team fled to this city, or why. After all, it is better to choose some border towns to live and work in peace and contentment, unless there is something you want in this city."

An Qi paused for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Miss Dong is indeed very sincere, your thoughts are all written on her face."

"Okay, in view of your resistance, we will no longer discuss the topic of 'identity'."

"Back to the assumption just now," An Qi said, "you trust the elders in this small group so much that I said so many things that disgusted you, and you are still sitting here, trying to complete what he assigned you Task. This kind of trust comes from complex conditions. First, he will build trust between you psychologically, such as providing you with certain suggestions, allowing you to complete a difficult task independently by applying these suggestions; Build trust between you in action, such as answering questions and responding to requests, such as building a reassuring family relationship."

"I guess he's waiting for you somewhere outside the dessert house right now?"

"Since you sat down at the bar, you have unconsciously pressed your right wrist at least five times. Maybe there is a mobile terminal buried under your right wrist, and maybe your mobile terminal is still on the phone with your companion, but as a target of slapstick Character, I want to give you a little suggestion."

"Next time, please try to sit in a lively place. If there is no external object to divert the target person's attention, your habit of pausing after a few words can easily reveal that there is an off-site audience offering advice opposite your terminal. "

Dong Tiantian was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud: "Since you know I'm here to talk, why waste half an afternoon with me?"

"Why?" An Qi looked very happy in the video, his eyes were slightly bent, and the slender eyelashes were filled with fine sunlight, "Why should I chat with you? Why did that strange criminal give Tong Tong Tong injected the virus? Why are the Academy of Sciences and Nightingale monitoring Tong Tong? Why are everyone standing still, what are they waiting for?"

"With so many 'whys,' what do you think the answer is?"

Dong Tiantian shook his head: "I don't know, if I knew, I wouldn't be sitting here," he suddenly laughed while talking, like a child who has eaten a chess piece from the opponent, proudly raised his head, " So what if I don't know?" He asked back, "Do you know the answer? Do you know why I came to you?"

"You don't even know who I am."

An Qi didn't speak.

He sat on a high stool at the bar, his back straightened, his thin shoulders stretched into a straight line, as if he might force himself to break at any time.

Dong Tiantian saw him shaking his head, and there was a slight arc on his tightly pursed lips.He was still smiling, his smoky gray eyes were gloomy, and his eyes were floating on the brown-red bar, as if recalling something from the past.

"I don't know who you are," An Qi said, "I still have a lot of things I don't know."

"But I always think of it, just like I think of Tongtong and my name."

"Remember that you are not Nightingale's person at all."

Nie Shuangshuang gasped in the living room.He couldn't help pulling up the blanket that covered him, curled up and snuggled up to Dong Tiantian, rubbing his cramped ankles from the cold, and belatedly realized that his fingers had been soaked in cold sweat cool.

He looked up at Wen Qiu, trying to get some explanation from the other party.However, Wen Qiu didn't speak, but just turned up the temperature of the indoor air conditioner, turned on the lights, and let the sudden bright light blur Nie Shuang's eyes.

In the noisy background sound of the recorded video, Nie Shuangshuang heard Dong Tiantian laugh shortly.

He said, "What else can you remember? Can you remember who this person is?"

Nie Shuangshuang saw Dong Tiantian tapped the light screen floating in mid-air in the video through his tears-smeared field of vision, on which was still the death image of the stranger who stabbed Yintong—he was lying on the ground. In the bathroom cubicle, the right hand with the mobile terminal disappeared, and his head was smashed to pieces.

An Qi shook his head: "Haven't you already guessed it? Why ask me."

Dong Tiantian: "What?"

"You said 'this person came from the opposite direction, passed by Mr. Xiaoyin, pretended to be a passerby, and injected the virus into Mr. Xiaoyin's body in a very short time'," An Qi said , "The surveillance video didn't record any suspicious behavior of him. He could pass by Yintong at a suitable time, either his brain was connected to the city surveillance, or he was very familiar with Tongtong's behavior and habits."

"The regular customers in the store know the opening and closing time of the store, but at the same time, they must know Tongtong's commute route and walking speed, and have a career that no one will suspect when commuting to and from commercial streets and residential areas. It's not easy."

An Qi lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes concealed the expression in his eyes.He said: "I remember Tongtong mentioned that he has always received some strange letters recently."

"Do you still remember what the courier who delivered the letter to him looked like?"

……

At the same time, at 20:50 in the evening, in the garden area.

Yintong is taking a bath.

He soaked himself in the bathtub full of hot water, squinting his eyes so that he felt drowsy comfortably.Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the noisy mechanical sound turned into a short reminder, wearing down the little patience left by the perpetrator, and knocking on his aching temple hastily.

"Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding ding ding dong ding dong ding dong!"

He turned over and sat up, lying on the edge of the bathtub for a while, took a deep breath, and then slightly suppressed his heart that was about to jump out of his throat.The sound of the doorbell did not mean any rest. He wrapped himself in fluffy pajamas, wiped his hair with a towel a few times, and while wearing slippers, he shouted perfunctorily: "Come here, come here!"

The doorbell stopped abruptly.

The cold wind at night seeped into the room, making Yintong shiver from the cold.He strode across the corridor in twos and threes with his slippers on, until his fingers shivered from the cold doorknob, and he became vaguely aware of the situation.

He stood at the door, the solid anti-theft door was closed tightly, the light from the living room diffused into the dark corridor leaving a fragmented light and shadow, the cold air climbed from his wet feet to his dripping hair, passed through his numb scalp, Freezing woke up his muddy brain.

It's so late, who will come?

He frowned and looked out from the cat's eyes, and there was a familiar stranger standing outside the closed door.

It was a courier.

The young courier boy was standing at the door, humming a song, and pinching the envelope in his hand to look left and right.He was wearing a cap with a red background and a black border, and a baseball shirt of the same color. Yin Tong looked at him through the cat's eyes for a while, and hung the safety lock of the security door in the rhythmic tone of the other party.

Then, he opened the door.

"Mr. Yin!" The courier boy raised his head excitedly, squeezed the letter in his hand and stuffed it through the crack of the door, "Please sign for your letter!"

Yin Tong's neck was thrown back by him, and the night's cold wind whizzed in through the half-open door, which made him get goosebumps and immediately stood up to salute.

He was a little irritable, and he couldn't tell whether it was because the weather was too cold or the courier brother was too enthusiastic.Boys in this age group always have a bit of unstoppable vitality. Yin Tong looks at the other party's dark eyes hidden under the peaked cap through the safety lock, and always feels that the whistling wind can cause noisy tinnitus.

"...Thank you," he took the letter from the other party, frowned and signed his name on the light screen in mid-air.

"Thanks for your hard work!" The courier boy thanked him bluntly, holding his hat brim and grinning with white teeth.Yin Tong watched him humming a little tune and packed the things in his pockets, rubbed his fingers against the thick envelope, and asked casually, "Where's that little brother from before?"

He was stunned for a moment because of his own question, met the blank stare of the courier brother, and added casually: "It's the one who is flustered and shy at every turn."

"Oh, oh, senior!" The courier brother suddenly realized, "He asked for leave!"

"What happened?" Yin Tong asked.

"Should it be a good thing?" The courier boy paused as he packed his things, he took out a piece of candy from his pocket, and handed it over through the safety lock, "Senior went back to his hometown to get married, and I haven't seen him recently, but Central City is like this Big, a leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, where in life do we not meet each other.*”

"Mr. Yin, don't worry, maybe in two days, you will meet again!"

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*A Leaf of Duckweed Returns to the Sea, Where Can Life Never Meet? Journey to the West No.40, Wu Chengen