Lyra star, evening.

Qiao Mo held the smart phone on his finger and pushed open the door of the meeting room again. "Help me find Zhao Zemu again."

Throughout the day, the disciples were already familiar with the young master, and I was not surprised to hear this. In their hearts, they admired the young man's perseverance. Although he shook his head with his mouth shut, he still led Zhao Zemu into the meeting room.

If Yan Suizhi or Gu Yan are here, they will be surprised by the changes of Zhao Zemu.

Zhao Zemu, who was originally on the beach of Yaba Island, although he occasionally watched the coast fascinated, most of the time he was also talking and laughing. He was dressed appropriately and raised his hands like a successful business person.

But now, his face was gray and haggard, his chin was full of blue stubble, his hair hadn't been taken care of for a while, his temples hadn't touched his ear tips, and Liu Hai was pulling down, and his eyes were hidden in the shadow of Liu Hai's drop.

All day long, every time Joe saw him, he had the urge to find a pair of scissors to cut his bangs all over. He always felt that his hair could be caught in Zhao Zemu's eyes.

The disciples brought people in, greeted Joe, and then exited the meeting room, helping them close the door.

As soon as the others left, the entire meeting room became quiet.

Zhao Zemu, as always, looked at the window without saying a word. I do n’t know if I ’m distracted or just refuse to cooperate.

In the face of his cold treatment before, Joe would always be hard and soft, hard-working, and play the limit of a tuberculosis. He tried to persuade him with a three-inch tongue, but in the end he was always blocked by his appearance. Not upset, then fell out of the door.

But this time is different, this time Joe hasn't spoken since entering the door.

He leaned back in his chair, fiddled with two fingers, and remained quiet for a long time.

A bird hula flew over the window, and Zhao Zemu blinked slowly. For a moment, he almost had the illusion that Joe seemed to have given up.

Zhao Zemu's eyes fell outside the window for a long time, but he finally got it back and looked at Qiao instead.

"Look what am I doing?" Joe stopped **** and raised his head to ask him.

"... You don't seem to plan to ask me anything anymore." This is the first sentence Zhao Zemu said except for the greetings and greetings he just met in the morning.

After staying in the detention center for a long time, his voice became dumb and sounded like he was tired and worried.

Joe thought for a while, then nodded with his mouth closed. "It's about it. It doesn't work to grind you all day. You know me. I'm annoying the most. I'm going to toss and pull it over and over. It's boring, really."

He spread his hands and compared with Zhao Zemu, "I figured it out just now, if you really don't want to say it, even if I grind it off, you might fall into a bunch of lies. The twisted melon is not sweet, I still understand the truth. "

Zhao Zemu asked hesitantly: "Why are you still here?"

Joe glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "I'm going back to Decama at 9 o'clock at night. You know, I can't worry about leaving Ke Jin for too long."

"Ok, I know."

Qiao also said, "From the time I entered the detention center in the morning until I walked out of the interview room, I persuaded you intermittently for nearly 8 hours. I was tired and exhausted. But that was the identity of the case. Now It is more than two hours before departure to the port. I returned to Decama this time, and I do n’t know when Kung Fu will come to Lyra, so I will sit with you for a while. It has nothing to do with the case, just as a ... playing partner for many years. Right. "

Zhao Zemu didn't know what he thought of, and his brow furrowed slightly. This made him look complicated, and he seemed to have a stomach to say, but he couldn't even say a word.

Joe said again: "Don't be too touched, playmates have to add a qualifier-once. Don't talk about playmates in recent years, all together are all fake scenes and polite words, now in this situation, scenes can't speak. , I have nothing to talk about, I can only sit with you, literally. "

He said this directly, but he did not know which nerve of Zhao Zemu was poked. He listened in silence and suddenly laughed.

"Laughing?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Zemu shook his head. "It's just trying to think back, since when did it become speechless."

Qiao chuckled and broke a few fingers half-truly, saying, "That's too long, and it's too long to count. It seems that you still had a horse race with you alone in middle school? Honestly, There was nothing to talk about that time, and it was quite difficult in the afternoon. After I went back, I thought to myself that it would be too embarrassing to not be able to find you alone in the future. "

Zhao Zemu raised an eyebrow.

In making this expression, he vaguely had the usual appearance, "One another, and I haven't asked you separately since then."

Qiao simply broke his finger and counted down for a few years. "I have been mixing with Gu Yan after college, but I still invite you when I meet at the party."

"Polite invitation?" Zhao Zemu pierced.

"Yeah, politeness." Qiao laughed, and then asked smoothly: "Who were you close to at that time?"

"Manson." Zhao Zemu stopped for a while, and added: "Brewer, Miro ... and George, the entire Manson family."

Hearing the names of Brewer and Miro, Joe sneered politely, but did not stay too much on this topic. "Everyone can see this, I am asking friends, true friends."

Zhao Zemu shook his head: "No, where is a true friend."

Joe nodded and commented, "I guess so, your luck is a little bit worse. It feels really good to have a few genuine friends. It's a pity not to realize it."

Zhao Zemu said, "I know."

After saying this, he suddenly fell into a long silence, looking out the window and wondering what he remembered.

After a long, long time, Zhao Zemu suddenly whispered, "Man is really strange ..."

In his long-standing definition, friends who can tell the truth as they wish are friends. Calculated in this way, there was really no one before. But now he suddenly realized that from a certain sentence just now, the dialogue between him and Joe was not disguised as hypocrisy, all of which were arbitrary truths, you come and go, and both of them actually do not mind.

Suddenly it will give people the illusion of "still friends".

So it ’s strange to say people ...

At the age of five or six, you can fight for the other party, catch the snake, and ignore the body. It seems that it is enough to have such a life or two in life.

But when they were fifteen or sixteen years old, it was only ten years of effort, and they had already drifted away and parted ways. The name of each other gradually changed from "the life and death" to becoming small, then becoming a playmate in childhood, and then becoming a polite old acquaintance, and it seems that this will be the case for a lifetime.

But now, Zhao Zemu is forty years old, Joe and Manson masters are thirty-five-six, they have been fooling with the snake for more than 20 years, one is just out of the hospital and is recuperating, one is running around for a huge case, and one is being detained in the detention center. The difference between the world and the vaguely found a trace of friends again.

Zhao Zemu hasn't spoken for a long time.

Joe looked at him for a while, and suddenly said aloud: "You are shaking, I see it."

Zhao Zemu raised his eyes and admitted in silence for a moment: "... Yes, I am shaking."

"Isn't it shaking?" Master Qiao asked, "What can you hesitate? If you want to change it to me, you'll start to crack."

"Things have come to this field, who cares if I say it or not?" Zhao Zemu said, "It has no meaning anymore."

"Indecisive nonsense!" Joe said bluntly, "You used to catch a snake and screw your head so neatly, why is it so ink now?"

Zhao Zemu shook his head, "You don't know, the roots of Brewer and Miro Manson are too deep, and they involve too many people. Every one who stomped out and stomped his feet could be shocked. I have compiled the net for nearly thirty years, and it is not something I can subvert. "

Joe: "Oh."

Zhao Zemu: "..."

"It's been thirty years since I got stuck, I know." Joe said, "I not only know it, but I also know very well. Which people are killed in their hands, which are at risk, and who are united with them to be embarrassed, and who are being Try to verify, you may not know these, but I am very clear. I not only know, but also evidence. "

"Do you have evidence?" Zhao Zemu finally got his way.

"Yeah, there's a lot."

"How much is it?" Zhao Zemu pondered for a moment, but could not help reminding, "They are not so easy to be beaten, one or two things can't beat them."

"It's okay." Qiao Qian humbly said, "That's enough for them to squat to the end of the world in prison, or eat a gun that kills the gun alone."

Zhao Zemu: "..."

"Let's say, is this level of evidence enough to pry open your mouth?" Master Qiao asked jokingly.

Without waiting for Zhao Zemu to speak, Qiao called up his smartphone screen again and found a screenshot that Gu Yan sent him. "If the evidence is insufficient, then add this."

Zhao Zemu saw all kinds of data from the picture. What "surface signal source" and "essential signal source" made him a little confused, "What is this?"

"Manson's minions have been sending threatening emails to our people." Joe said, "Do you know what will happen if something of this nature is investigated?"

Zhao Zemu: "I know."

"Just know, your picture means that although your family has sacrificed so much for Manson, they have no guilt in pitting your home, and even sent threatening emails and interfered with several smartphones. , You must put on a shell of your family, for fear that your family will not die enough. "

Zhao Zemu's face darkened, and Joe took another thing to put on the table. "If these are not enough, then add this."