Anjie was staring at the object that was not pleasing to the eye. His lips were tightly pressed and he leaned against the sofa cushion. Mo Cong actually felt that what he saw from his face was not anger or worry, but... Disappointment.

"He used to disdain to do such a thing," Anjie said. "He never wanted to involve irrelevant people... To achieve a certain purpose except to kill them." He smiles, buries his face in his hand, arched back, and protrudes his spine under his shirt.

Anjie still remembers Li's original words: "people are not in the same world at all. If I run them over like ants and get involved, can it show that I have great ability?"

People who are not in the same world, although the demons and monsters have become the past, they are all men with dark color in their bones, just like a curse embedded in their body, which can not be cast off for a lifetime.

So, kidnapping an inexplicable little girl may really show that the man named R. Li finally stepped down from his throne. After his body became that kind of person, ghost and ghost, did he give up his final self-esteem and pride? The man he worshipped was dead.

Anjie put down his hand and said, "I don't know what he means. I need to contact him first..."

He was stunned to find that Mo Cong had changed his shoes at the door. The young man turned back and gave him a rather impatient look: "what are you still dawdling about there? In a while, maybe your pure and kind-hearted beauty sister will not even have any bones."

Anjie shook his head and couldn't help laughing. He found that when he was with young people, he was always more energetic.

As soon as they came downstairs, Mo Cong had no time to drive the car. The haunted he Jingming appeared at the intersection. Mo Cong's face became overcast. The look in his eyes made Anjie feel that he had to take good care of the little beast in his name for the time being, so as to prevent him from sneaking to tie the tire of boss he's car when he didn't pay attention.

He Jingming could not wait for the car to stop and jumped down from the top: "Yinhu, Li said he wanted to talk to you. He said you didn't answer his phone, so he called me." after a pause, he looked at Mo hastily and said, "it's about a little girl."

Mo Cong thinks that he Jingming's brain must be rusty. Under such circumstances, it is impossible for Anjie not to answer the phone of the old man who is inclined to destroy the world. However, when he turned his head, he saw an Jie's expression of stupefaction, and he Jingming's eyes were very blank: "about a little girl, who?"

Dare feeling brain short circuit also infect, Mo hasty speechless help forehead: "who else can have? The girl of your spout mother-in-law's family, full of literary and artistic accent, ran away from home... "He suddenly stopped, because he remembered that the little girl was more likely to be kidnapped, and the letter might be forged by Li Na's gang... Li, literary and artistic accent?

He shivered a little, turned his head, made the most disdainful expression he could imagine, and directed at he Jingming: "where's the address? What about the time? Can't the Wang surnamed Li let us rush all over the world and search like a carpet? "

"In the milk tea shop at the gate of your school." After he Jingming finished, he probably felt ridiculous. He sighed, "drink fox, I have told sleeping lion to send someone to come here. You'd better not act rashly."

Anjie frowned and answered absently, "I know." He pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't know if it was because of the sun. His head was a little dizzy. He had a very strange feeling in his heart. It was like he Jingming just said the sentence "at the gate of your school" to him without expression. It seemed that he had heard it a long time ago. A specious shadow passed quickly from his heart, but it was too fast, It's so close that he can't catch anything.

Zhai Haidong didn't come by himself. After all, the old man's eyes are useless. It's inconvenient for him to be helped everywhere. Bai Zhihe took a lot of people with him, and even secretly matched the gun.

The school is near the center of the city. Generally speaking, in such a downtown area, as long as Li's brain has not turned into a steel plate, he should not act rashly? Anyway, Mo Cong thinks that Li, who can come up with the bad idea of meeting Anjie at the school gate, may have his brain assimilated by his brain shell of unknown materials.

At this time, the students are having the last class of the day. The business of the milk tea shop is very light, but as the school time is approaching, several clerks are already busy preparing for the peak passenger flow. Anjie pushes the muddy glass door to enter. Mo follows him carefully, followed by he Jingming and Bai Zhihe, who keep their hands in their pockets and don't know if they are holding a pocket pistol.

The shop assistant came over immediately and said, "what would you like to drink?"

Mo Cong shakes his head. As soon as Anjie comes in, he stares at a thin middle-aged man in the corner with his back to them. The man was wearing a very old shirt with gray hair, but he was well groomed. In the corner, he sits in the shade. He is very quiet and has a low sense of existence. If you don't look carefully, it's easy to ignore him.

When Anjie saw that figure, her breath seemed to stop suddenly. Mo Cong actually met R. Li once in a hurry. He frowned and didn't understand the relationship between the middle-aged man and the old monster in the wheelchair who looked like "discovery" and whose face was flattened by the door.

Several people looked at each other. No one was sure if Anjie didn't move forward. After a long time, Anjie seemed to come back and strode towards the middle-aged man. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder. Don't notice that his hand vibrated slightly.

The middle-aged man looked back with a gentle and strange face and asked, "what's the matter?"

Anjie quickly lowered his head and gave a barely audible reply: "I'm sorry." At that moment, he was obviously disappointed. Even strangers could see it. The middle-aged man helped his eyes and gently laughed: "do you recognize the wrong person? It doesn't matter. "

With a forced smile, Anjie sat down at a table not far away. Although they were puzzled, they didn't ask him anything. Only he Jingming showed a little thoughtful expression. This kind of inexplicable feeling made Mo Cong a little uneasy. His eyes kept floating on Anjie and the quiet middle-aged man. He had a strange feeling in his heart.

After about ten minutes, the bell of the school opposite rang and the students swarmed out. After a while, a young man came in with a schoolbag on his back and a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbow. He was very good-looking. His eyes swept around, and his expression was like a lazy young man who didn't care about anything and didn't pay attention to anything, Then he went straight to the middle-aged man in the corner: "father."

Mo Cong never knew who called his old man "father" besides making movies these days. He suddenly remembered that when Anjie saw the mark of German iris for the first time in his home, the adopted father he mentioned was also such a strange "father". He suddenly turned his head to look at Anjie, whose eyes had never left the table since the boy came in, and his eyes did not blink.

He Jingming narrowed his eyes. He could see the boy's side face from his angle. Mo Cong followed his line of sight and didn't turn his head again. To his horror, he found that the boy's side face was a little familiar... Like, like Anjie.

At first glance, I don't think it's because the two people's temperament is very different, but the way they sit down quietly and talk with a smile is almost the same.

There were more children in the shop, laughing and making noise. If one woman is equal to five hundred ducks, then each of the newly released monkey children is probably equal to two women with super attack power. Even if they are very close to each other, they have to shout loudly. In this case, Mo Cong can't hear what the father and son are communicating at two tables apart. He can only judge something by Anjie's expression - for example, Anjie's expression is getting closer and closer to the blank.

Suddenly, the young man stood up, almost spilled his drink, and said a word in a loud voice. This time, the volume was enough. Mo Cong also heard it clearly. The young man called: "I want her, I want her, no one but her, you have no right to manage me!"

With that, a group of onlookers, who were stunned by his sudden high decibel, ran out. The grizzled father stood up in the direction of his son's running out, stretched out his hand, as if trying to call the boy back, but finally shook his head and said nothing.

Mo Cong looked at the middle-aged man's side face and felt that he seemed very sad. There was a little sad loneliness on his face.

After a while, the middle-aged man was about to leave. Anjie almost reflexively wanted to follow him to his feet. Then he sat back down and said to Bai Zhihe in a low voice, "ask someone to follow him."

He Jingming suddenly pressed Anjie's hand on the table: "do you think he looks like..."

Before he finished, a small knife in Mo Cong's sleeve reached out from under the table and put it on his belly. He Jingming said, "take your dog's paw away."

He Jingming closed his mouth, motionless, and glared at Mo Cong.

Anjie shook off his hand and gave Mo Cong a kick when he stood up. He almost kicked him off the chair: "don't talk to me, let's go."

They didn't understand why they had to follow such a half old man. When they took back the knife, they thought quickly and vaguely, as if they understood something - the milk tea shop at the school gate, a middle-aged man whom Anjie mistook, and the teenager who looked like Anjie.

Maybe this is part of the memory he lost with Anjie. He thought, maybe Li can't find the right way to remind Anjie from Song Chang'an, so he came up with such a bad idea to try his luck and see how much memory he can arouse by simulating the scene at that time.

They followed the mysterious middle-aged man and stopped all the way. Then the middle-aged man suddenly stopped, called a taxi by the side of the road, got on the bus and ran outside the city. Four hours later, it was completely dark. The middle-aged man got out of the car and walked into a narrow alley. The car couldn't get in, so Anjie had to get out of the car and follow him on foot.

The alley was dark and damp. Seven turns and eight turns all the way to the end, and then——

Anjie looks at the dead end in front of him and stays where he is - he has lost someone.