The raincoat packing man moved for a moment. Anjie stopped slightly, didn't look back and said in a long low voice: "if I were you... I wouldn't move. You still owe me a bomb."

As he slowly approached the man in the wheelchair, every inch of his muscles seemed very relaxed, just like a carnivore walking carelessly past a wild sheep, evaluating both the other and himself, in order to find the angle of one hit. Sometimes, the male fox is more than cunning.

The man in the wheelchair sat there quietly and said nothing. Anjie raised his gun slightly and pointed at him about a foot away, but he refused to go any further. He felt that the man's eyes were staring at him through the huge hood covering his face.

It's cold. It's like a warm reptile.

There was a stalemate. Suddenly, the man in the wheelchair who was suspected of R. li himself gave a smile, just like the sharp and unnatural voice in the tape, he called softly, even softly: "drink fox."

Anjie smiles. Her eyebrows bend and her facial features soften. When she walks in, it's like an old friend she hasn't seen for many years: "Li, I didn't expect it was you."

R. Lee slowly reached out from his sleeve. Anjie noticed that his hand was very thin. When he lifted it up, he felt strange and inflexible. He took off his hood, and then Anjie saw the face.

He finally understood why this incredible old man spoke in such a tone.

Li has no hair. Anjie even thinks that he doesn't have a skull. The upper part of his head is made of some kind of metal, and his right eye is obviously fake, with a cold, warm metallic luster. There is no lip, it should be the mouth, only a gap. There's a long scar on his chin, and next to it is the skin that's turned up, all the way down to his throat, where there's a little device that helps him make his voice. The little human skin left on his cheeks was dimly sunken, wrinkled and age-related, just like he didn't take off his make-up after a horror film.

Anjie frowns, but Li smiles. When he doesn't smile, he can frighten the flowers and plants. When he smiles, it's almost disgusting - the crack on his face opens slightly to both sides, revealing the gray and black gums inside... And a row of metal dentures. His laughter comes from his throat with a strange airflow: "how are you scared?"

Anjie tilted his head, as if looking at the man carefully. After a pause, he said calmly, "fortunately, I have foresight and didn't put the gun on your forehead. Are you bulletproof?"

Li gradually restrained his smile and stared at the beautiful young man. It's hard to describe the expression on R. Lee's face. Generally speaking, no matter what kind of twisted face he is, it's difficult for normal people to judge from a normal point of view. Anjie feels that the only natural eye of the other person looks at him. At that moment, it seems to show a very complicated look, and then it's time for his mouth to bend into an upward arc again, Anjie judged that it should be laughing, although he didn't understand what was funny.

Li shook his head. He could only move in a very small range: "I heard that you were stabbed into the hospital by that little girl. I thought anyihu had been abandoned. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly..."

Anjie glanced askance at the silent packaging man: "even if it's really a useless man, it's not good to be too wimpy just because he was given a bomb as a gift?"

The packaging man suddenly opened his mouth. It was the same dry voice coming from the sound converter. Anjie suddenly wanted to open his wrapping paper to see what was inside. As for the hidden and tucked in: "I know that bomb can't kill you, but I didn't expect that instead of leaving that place, you would catch up with me... And find here."

Anjie sighed, as if he didn't know what to say. His expression was somewhat helpless. He looked at Li, with a kind of appreciative eye, and then said gently, "if you think about it, he won't be like this, half of the people are not ghost piled here. Li, do you think so? "

Li narrowed his eyes and fixed his cold eyes on Anjie.

"Do you think so?" Anjie is not afraid of death. He asks again. The smile on his face gradually disappears. The man's expression is as ruthless as ten years ago.

After a long time, R. Lee even nodded his head very slowly: "what you said is reasonable." He said that the shaking muscles of his body relaxed and leaned back on the back of the wheelchair, as if he was certain. "You have a point. But Yin Hu, are you going to kill me now? "

At this time, 16, who was knocked down by a knife of Anjie, took a slow breath and got up slowly. However, he stood at the door and did not dare to act rashly. Anjie turned his head to look at him, then turned his eyes back to the gun in his hand, looked at R. Li and pressed the muzzle of the gun down slightly: "are you sure, I dare not?"

Li laughed: "it's not that I dare not, it's that I can't. Drink fox, I think for a long time to understand, your biggest weakness is too meticulous, think more than others, if not determined, absolutely will not move, ten years ago I believe you too much, let you know so many things you should not know, let you understand me... But now, if I grasp what you don't know, you say, is this very dangerous? "

Anjie nodded and lowered his eyes. At the next moment, he suddenly turned the gun and pulled the trigger. Everyone didn't expect that he would be in trouble suddenly. Sixteen opened his eyes wide and looked down at the blood burst out of his chest in disbelief, and then carried it down. The raincoat packer twitched quickly, and was nailed in place by Anjie's cold "I warned you not to move".

All at once, without blinking an eye.

Li squeezed two words out of his throat: "beautiful."

Anjie ignores him, turns his head and stares at the packing man sitting on the bed. The black muzzle of the gun points at him. It's in other people's hands, and it may be just a threat... But in anyihu's hands, no one dares to say when that thing will turn around and really burst out of the gun.

"If I ask you, you - or Li, both of you can answer. If you don't beat me to death, I'll think about it again. You'd better say it quickly. Otherwise, I don't have so much patience when I don't know the sound insulation effect here." Anjie said, "who is mo Yannan?"

The packer turned to see R. Li. He was old but not dead. He was a thief. He didn't care about the threat of Anjie. He was still in a stable state. Anjie pulled the trigger without saying a word, and the bullet narrowly passed over the packaging man's shoulder, only a few centimeters away from his head: "I said I'm not patient."

"I just didn't expect that your first question was to ask Mo Yannan." Li opened his voice, he looked at Anjie with interested eyes, "drink fox, when Mulian said that you are actually a good man in your bones, I was still a joke... No wonder you can be fascinated by her like that, this girl is so smart that it can almost be called wisdom, but it's a pity."

He sighed, looking at Anjie's teeth clenched, and his hand holding the gun suddenly showed blue veins.

"Mo Yannan is my partner," Li said. I need some historical materials. I need such a person who is proficient in history... "

"Mo Yannan?" Anjie sneered, "are you talking in your sleep? I'm not blind yet. Will a man like him have anything to do with you? "

As if deliberately stimulating him, Li shook his head and mentioned Cui Mulian again: "drink fox, I say you are not as good as your Mulian, you always don't believe it. What kind of person is Lao Mo's wife? Although they divorced in the end, can you imagine the possibility of their union? What kind of person is Lao Mo's son? Compared with yourself... I'm afraid it's just the difference of age and experience, isn't it? And his little daughter... Tut, he's really capable. Even I envy such a child. "

Anjie did not say a word, waiting for him to say. To tell the truth, Mo Yannan's three children, except Mo Jin, always feel that they are not all born. If the old bookworm has a bit of ingenuity from his son and daughter, how can he be in such a mess in his life?

"Lao Mo was young too," Li said slowly, a bit like a storyteller. "When he was young, he was a bit like his son. Of course, he was not so extreme as that child, but he also had ambition to prove himself to everyone. At that time, he did something and published a paper, but no one could appreciate it..." Li paused, looked at Anjie and explained patiently, "I'm afraid I didn't let you know what it was, and I can't tell you now."

"And then?"

"So we just hit it off," Li then made a move. He pulled his hood back on, drew his dead hands back into his exaggerated clothes, and his voice was so light that it seemed to dissipate with a blow. "It's a pity... It's a pity that after Mo was born, he suddenly didn't want to cooperate with me any more. I haven't figured out why. Drink fox, you say, why is this

"Don't delay. Do you want me to kill him?"

"Tut, you are a child. If you say he doesn't cooperate, he won't cooperate. If business doesn't work, there will be no benevolence. Can I help him? Who knows, this old Mo didn't want to open up, actually destroyed and burned his painstaking efforts. " Li seemed to be very sorry, "burn also burn, anyway, people there, can also redo, but he actually mistakenly drank a friend of mine left medicine."

Anjie's throat is a little dry. The old Mo who is desperate to save a stranger

Li was silent for a long time before he continued: "we found out in time and sent him to the hospital. But it's a little late. Although he was rescued, he is no longer the Mo Yannan he used to be. He has become very timid. He is very sensitive to the trauma caused by drugs. He will be scared whenever there is a disturbance. His spirit is not easy to concentrate and his memory is much worse. It's a good person. It's ruined... "

"You can shut up." Anjie said in a low voice, something suddenly appeared in his heart, as if he was eager to rush out, and it was hard to block it.

There is a father who, when he was young, risked all his life for his career and his belongings. However, Anjie didn't know if he had been looking at his three children on behalf of Lao Mo for such a long time, and had a little feeling of being a father. Suddenly, he could understand that Mo Yannan was working for his family, his wife and his children, I want to sacrifice my feelings without hesitation.

For decades, he never said to anyone that even in the face of his wife's betrayal and children's alienation, he never mentioned the ideals, life, or even almost the whole life that he gave up for them.

Children grow up one by one, can't wait to leave his shelter, but can never understand how deep this fatherly love is buried.

"You can... Shut up." An Jie shook his hand in his sleeve. He took a deep breath. "I'll ask you again, why do I meet Mo Yannan in the desert?"

R. Lee is silent.

"Say, talk."

"Yin Hu, I'm sorry, although you did a wonderful job tonight, as a reward... I can only answer you one question." He said that at this time, the big clock hanging in the room suddenly rang, all kinds of sounds of telling the time came one after another, and Anjie was shocked.

The whole floor suddenly fell down. In a hurry, Anjie only had time to turn over to the bed board behind him. With the help of her, she jumped up and grasped the chandelier on the top. Under her feet came R. Li's happy voice: "I knew that your subconscious first reaction was this... I forgot to say, drink fox, this is my territory..."

In a moment, the floor was restored to its original state. Anjie jumped down with a frown and put the gun back in his waist. This immortal monster! He seems to have missed this opportunity tonight.

Suddenly, he felt something. He suddenly turned his head and walked out of the door. His face was so pale that he was scared. As soon as Anjie's throat was tight, he called out softly: "don't rush..."

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After writing Lao Mo, I suddenly don't want to say anything