Deep in

00. It's the wind

"sorry."

Xu Mo leaned against Bai Qi's ear and said softly.

This is an abandoned dilapidated factory. The air is filled with the smell of chemical raw materials, and there is a faint smell of blood. There are rotten fruit peels and plastic waste that have not been digested everywhere.

Also, a young man in a white coat.

He stood in the middle of the empty factory, stepping on a pile of slag-like rubble under his feet. The coat on his body was so white that it didn't fit in with the dark night.

It is said that the reason why scientists wear white coats is because of the danger of the experiment, and this long and wide garment is needed to protect the exposed limbs, and this white color is easy to clean repeatedly, and it can be seen at a glance if it is contaminated with other dirt.

For example, bloodstains.

"I'm sorry, is there anything else you want to say in the end?" Xu Mo loaded the gun in his hand, and his tone was unprecedentedly gentle. He rubbed the back of his hand that was accidentally stained with blood on the white coat. It was instantly dyed red, the red was eye-catching and abrupt.

Bai Qi's consciousness had begun to weaken more and more. He was hit on the head, but he didn't know what kind of sharp and hard object the wound came from.

He was sitting on an old-fashioned wooden student chair with his hands tied behind his back. The blood slid from his forehead and dripped onto the sandy ground, stirring up little dust. Touch the firm dirt.This posture is actually quite tormenting. It is only used when encountering perverted murderers who refuse to cooperate with the interrogation in the police force, but I did not expect to use it on myself to this day.

He opened his mouth, the police badge on his body shining brightly under the dim light: "Can I...can I ask you one last question?"

Xu Mo gently pressed the muzzle of the gun to his temple. If the bullet pierces through this position, it may reduce the pain: "Tell me."

Bai Qi raised his head with difficulty, a certain viscera in his chest was giving out sharp pain, as if he was scraping the bone with a scarlet blade, he heard his hoarse voice coming slowly as if across a river of iron horses and glaciers: "You Do you know what the most lingering thing in this world is?"

"It's the wind." Xu Mo lowered his head, his obsidian eyes hidden in the moonlight.

"Actually, you are mine..."

boom--!

Unfortunately, some things are always too late to say.