Shen Yu walked to the sofa and sat down and poured a cup of tea, "Narcotics Bureau, Master Rong, any force behind this can also be ranked in the capital, Jiang Li, it's very interesting."

Qin Yichen and Qin Lin looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

It's just... they can't figure it out... There are these two big forces, and they don't know how Jiang Li mixed up in the entertainment industry.

Qin Shan was confused when he heard it, "What are you talking about?"

Qin Lin looked at Qin Shan, thinking that he had been an undercover fool with Qin Shan a few hours ago, and he sighed regretfully.

"..." Qin Shan asked silently, "What happened?"

Qin Lin told him everything.

"Fuck me!" Qin Shan said in shock on the spot, "Xu Zhenghua and Master Rong?"

Qin Lin nodded, and changed his words when he knew what was wrong: "I used to think I was ignorant, so I looked away..."

Qin Shan looked at him in disbelief. Qin Lin was the most difficult one of them Feng Lin Huo to deal with. Is that so embarrassing?

Qin Lin met his meaningful eyes and sighed, "Brother, move your mind, don't you know who is in the Narcotics Bureau? That is a copper wall and iron wall that you can't even penetrate!"

Qin Shan said that he was not happy, "If you praise the Narcotics Control Bureau, you will praise the Narcotics Control Bureau. Is it interesting for you to hold and step on it?"

"This is not the point." Qin Lin sat forward and analyzed him, "Think about it, even this group of people treat Jiang Li respectfully. Guess why Jiang Li convinced those people?"

The Narcotics Bureau is completely capable of speaking.

Qin Shan frowned, thinking, and murmured: "Many people in Beijing are guessing that there is a great technical man behind Xu Zhenghua. This person is extremely good at reconnaissance and intelligence, and should be a top hacker."

Who can make Xu Zhenghua respectful, besides this one?

"Fuck me!" Qin Shan reacted, his eyes widened in horror.

So... that person might be... Jiang Li? !

Shen Yu and Qin Yichen: "..."

impossible…

The big man behind Xu Zhenghua had traces to follow more than ten years ago. How old was Jiang Li at that time?

impossible.

***

Narcotics Bureau.

Jiang Li leaned lazily against the table, black overalls, Martin boots, and his long legs were eye-catching.

Holding the computer steadily with one hand, and tapping the keyboard quickly with the other hand, the fingers are extremely beautiful, and the viewers are dazzled.

The attitude is careless and banditry.

With thin mint cigarettes dangling from the corners of his crimson mouth, his glamorous and seductive eyebrows were lowered, reflecting the light of the green code on the computer screen.

Complex code keeps pouring from the bottom of the screen.

It's like a visual feast for the eyes.

The last enter key was clicked, and the program started to run smoothly.

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the men and women in a circle, the computer screen rotating 180 degrees on her arm.

The action is not cool.

"Okay." Jiang Li flicked the ashes with the cigarette between his fingers.

Others took the computer, checked it quickly, and looked at her admiringly, "So fast."

It is indeed a big hacker who respects even their boss.

I don't know how the boss dug up the boss.

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows, "Hurry?"

Others nodded their heads, with obsessive expressions like a fan.

Jiang Li curled his lips and smiled, in a less serious tone, "Women can be fast, men can't be too fast."

other people:"…"

The atmosphere fell strangely silent.

The heroic and indifferent girls on weekdays all blushed for a while.

Jiang Li put his hands on the tabletop, looked at them, and smiled low.

A bunch of men blushed with laughter.

No one dared to look directly at Jiang Li's fox eyes.

The corner of Xu Chuang's mouth twitched. What did this guy with extraordinary learning ability learn in the entertainment industry!

Jiang Li lifted his chin, "Go ahead."

A group of people just lifted the ban, blushing and ran away.

Jiangli bit his cigarette and smiled.

It's really casual, just like Qin Yexiao.

She wore a V-neck nightdress and took a shawl to cover her chest.

Suddenly realizing that he was thinking of someone he shouldn't think of, Jiang Li's eyes stopped.

Xu Zhenghua cleared his throat, "I will send you back now, or will you stay here for a while?"

Jiang Li said, "This cigarette is finished."

Xu Zhenghua and Xu Chuang followed Jiang Li to the small balcony.

The night was deep, and there was silence around the Narcotics Bureau.

In the distance, you can see the colorful neon lights of the tall buildings in the city center.

At this time, Xu Zhenghua's deputy held a document about the Du family and asked Xu Zhenghua for his signature.

Xu Zhenghua took the document, signed it, and gave it to him, saying: "The Qin family will help with the procedure review. This case should be over soon. You can cooperate with the inspection court to provide evidence."

The deputy was taken aback for a moment, wondering how they would get involved with the Qin family.

You must know that the Narcotics Control Bureau has never dealt with any forces in the capital.

But the deputy didn't ask much, and the dutiful replied: "Yes."

The small balcony was quiet again.

Xu Zhenghua glanced at Jiang Li, his gaze fell on her arm.

The black cuffs were rolled to the elbows, revealing those scratches, and he said, "You shouldn't be so impulsive, now it's Fang Ziqing and Du Yue's hands."

Even if Jiang Li always knows how to do things, this time he is a bit reckless.

The evidence in their hands is not so complete.

Jiang Li had a casual smile at the corner of his mouth. Hearing the words, the smile slowly constricted back, and all his emotions were buried in the cold mist.

The hazy breath of death overflowed from between Leng's eyebrows and eyes.

The surrounding air pressure is getting lower and lower, suffocating depressively.

It's been a long while.

Xu Zhenghua heard her long-lost, low and dumb voice.

"I owe Song Wei a life, and I have to protect his sister."

For so many years, Jiang Li's emotions will get out of control every time Song Wei and Song Qing are involved.

It was just that as time passed, she learned to suppress emotions more and more fiercely.

Xu Zhenghua asked: "How is Song Wei?"

Jiang Li said, "That's it, immortal or alive."

Xu Zhenghua sighed, "You have tried everything you can to cure him over the years, but there is nothing wrong with it. You can only sigh in a sigh of relief."

Jiang Li took a breath of smoke, and the breath of death enveloped him became stronger, as if he was a ghost crawling out of the **** with corpses everywhere.

Xu Zhenghua said solemnly: "Or, go to Master Xiao and let him see Song Wei?"

Jiang Liyan smoked too hard, his voice hoarse, "In my senior year of high school, Song Wei almost died in medicine, and it was Qin Yexiao who rescued him."

In the Beijing No. 1 Hospital, patients treated by Qin Yexiao of the Medical Union were transferred only to the funeral home. If he could not be cured, no one would be cured.

With such a serious injury back then, it was lucky to be able to save his life.

Xu Zhenghua lost his voice.

Vegetative Song Wei.

It was a deep wound in the hearts of these people, which was gently pulled, dripping with blood.

Xu Zhenghua opened his mouth and said weakly, "Do everything."

He didn't say the second half of "Listen to the destiny", it was Jiang Li's taboo.

Jiangli took another puff of cigarette fiercely, his fingertips were scarlet and bright, and the tobacco made a slight burning sound.

She put the cigarette **** out in the smoke-extinguishing area of ​​the trash can, spit out the white mist, "go away."

Xu Chuang regained his senses, and said quickly, "I will see you off."

Xu Zhenghua leaned sideways, looked at Jiang Li's back, and sighed.

Either Song Wei died, Jiang Li put it down completely.

Either Song Wei survives and Jiang Li is reborn.

Either way, it's difficult.

Because even if Song Wei only breathed, Jiang Li would try his best to hang himself.

Therefore, Song Wei lay in the hospital without death.

***

Late at night, the traffic in the capital was still congested.

Before the red light, Xu Chuang stepped on the brake, his eyes squinted.

Jiang Lijin's thin, white arms were resting on the black car window, with cigarettes between his fingertips, and his head slightly lowered, watching the script of "Like a Dream".

Xu Chuang knew how serious Jiang Li would be once she joined the party, and she would do it to the extreme.

Even if a small character has only a few lines of lines, she will figure it out dozens of times and perform the role to the best.

Song Wei was mentioned tonight, and Xu Chuang was always worried about Jiang Li's state.

Song Wei is a taboo. Once mentioned, Jiang Li will be in a very bad state and smokes all the time.

Then he locked himself in the basement of a villa on the outskirts of Beijing.

In the extremely dim light, she kept embroidering Chinese paintings while biting on a cigarette, and she poured gasoline on her dissatisfaction. With the cigarette between her thin white fingers, the cigarette **** lightly touched the cigarette but the fire blazed up, and a painting was burned to ashes in her eyes little by little.

Xu Chuang saw it once.

That picture, beautiful loneliness, broken, and suffocated.

Until the only Chinese painting is embroidered, her mood will recover, and Xu Chuang will find a way to sell it.

Jiang Li stabilized his mind with embroidery.

She has practiced calligraphy, ink and wash Chinese painting, sketching, and tried everything, but none of them worked.

Only embroidery can calm her down.

It's just that her embroidery process is not peaceful, but rather like a violent catharsis.

Now Xu Chuang saw that her emotions could still be controlled, and he didn't say that he was going to return to the suburban villa. His heart, which had been tightly suspended, slowly loosened.

He said: "I always feel that you are coming back this time, a little bit different. I didn't see you looking for me to sell paintings, but the condition was okay."

"Really." Jiang Li replied casually.

Xu Chuang hummed, the green light, he started the car, and the car radio broadcasted tomorrow's weather.

【Sunny, southwest wind, 20℃~31℃】

It's a good weather.

Xu Chuang boldly said: "You will try to avoid going to the suburban basement as much as possible in the future. People still have to bask in the sun so that their minds will not get moldy."

Everyone in the Narcotics Bureau hopes that one day they can live in the sun.

Even if you can't live in the sun, I hope that the tombstone can stand upright in the bright white sun.

A smile overflowed from Jiang Li's mouth. He raised his head and looked ahead. The man leaned back, his fingers were holding the cigarette, and the phone was pinched in his hand on the window of the car.

She tilted her head slightly, her tone was arrogant and unruly, and her voice was low and mute, "A sinful person like me who rots in the gutter deserves it."

Everyone likes sunlight and regards light as salvation.

Where can so many people stand under the sun?

Compared with the so-called light, Jiang Li prefers darkness. There is no need for mercy or redemption in those endless cold blackness.

Darkness is a person's wanton revelry.

She never needed the so-called light.

Xu Chuang opened his mouth and was interrupted by Jiang Li before making a sound.

"One more word, the car stays, you run back to the Narcotics Control Bureau." Jiang Li's tone was cold and indifferent, full of chilling danger.

For a moment, Xu Chuang's hairs stood sharply behind his back, a chill rushed to the sky, and his scalp numb.

"...I shut up." He finished shaking his throat, tightening his mouth, and dared not pant, and set off the car.