Chapter 137

Qin Chuan stared at the syringe in front of him, and the gold-rimmed lenses couldn't stop the obvious trembling in his pupils. There seemed to be chatter after chatter around, but his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything but his own pounding heartbeat.

"..." He panted and looked to his side, only to see Jiang Ting's face as white as snow, also staring at the tray.

The suffocating stalemate lasted for an unknown amount of time. The King of Spades finally coughed implicitly and turned to Qin Chuan: "Why don't you come first?"

Qin Chuan couldn't say a word.

"Sorry," the King of Spades explained a little apologetically, "Jiang Ting has the privilege of staying with me, so you should come first."

A bodyguard stepped forward, took out the syringe from the tray, and handed it to Qin Chuan.

The bodyguard had an arm as thick as a normal person and had a shaved head. Qin Chuan knew this person. He used to be nicknamed Gui Jianshou in Jianghu, and he carried several bloody cases on his back. Later, this person somehow became the servant of K of Spades and became one of his confidant bodyguards. Now that think about it, it should be that K of Spades is born like collecting stamps and likes to collect such cold-blooded, murderous criminals with extreme personalities.

There were countless thoughts in Qin Chuan's mind, like thousands of electric currents passing through the nerve center, but on the surface he only slid his Adam's apple:

"...The doctor's testimony is full of loopholes, and it is impossible to justify it... You know this, right?"

"I know."

"Then you still-"

Wen Shao interrupted him: "But that's not important."

that's not important.

For K of Spades, an extremely anti-social personality by nature, the cause and effect are not important. He does things according to his own preferences completely at will. Many seemingly unexpected decisions are actually logically behind, while others seem to be reasonable. Behavior, in fact, only stems from his wicked interests and natural cruelty.

Qin Chuan's posterior molars were tightly clenched together, and he reached out to pick up the syringe, as if he had picked up a poisonous snake with his bare hands.

The chest cavity was rising and falling rapidly, but the oxygen could not be taken in, the heart was madly retracting the blood in the whole body, and the brain was dizzy.

"..."

Everyone was watching him, and suddenly Qin Chuan clenched his fist holding the needle tube and threw the heroin far away!

Clap!

"I'm sorry, I can't do it." Qin Chuan said coldly in the eyes of everyone: "I'm hanging out with you to get rich overnight, not for this. If you don't believe me, just kill me, don't be so troublesome. , I'm not your test subject."

Wen Shao sighed, and really didn't say anything, waved his hand: "Take it."

There was no need for him to say it a second time, the "Ghost Sees Sorrow" went up and grabbed Qin Chuan and pushed him out. The latter stumbled all the way, almost tripped over the threshold, and disappeared outside the house.

Wen Shao didn't care, and looked at Jiang Zing with a smile: "How about you?"

Jiang Ting stood upright, his face colder than ice.

"Heroin is usually divided into opium, monoacetylmorphine, 'No. 3' low-purity heroin hydrochloride, and 'No. 4' high-purity heroin hydrochloride according to its purity. Usually 98% of the heroin on the market is already It has reached the state of white powder, but it is very rare. The so-called high-purity products are basically yellow-sand-colored; as for the 99.9% or more 'No. 5' pure heroin that has been circulating recently, no one has seen it at all."

Wen Shao took Jiang Ting's shoulder, pointed at the tray, and said, "It's right in front of you now."

Jiang Ting said hoarsely: "...Then you are really willing."

"I'm willing to give you this kind of lab-grade pure diacetylmorphine for the rest of my life. How about it, are you still hesitating?"

All eyes are focused here, all invisible hands are pushing him into the coldest abyss.

Jiang Zing opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He gasped silently and rolled the air pressure back into his body, like the tip of a knife scraping back and forth, twisting his lungs into blood.

"...Okay." He finally spit out a word and said hoarsely, "Then I will never leave you in my life."

Jiang Ting reached out and picked up the syringe, pulled out the plastic tube, and directly plunged the needle into his arm, injecting all of his brain into the muscle!

silence.

The air freezes, the world stands still, and even time is stretched into an infinite moment—

The needle tube fell to the ground, Jiang Ting shook his head and raised his head, looking at the K of spades, blood rushed to his cheeks instantly.

"...Hahaha," Wen Shao laughed, and then burst out laughing as if he couldn't stop, holding Jiang Zing's shoulder, smiling so much that he buried his face in the crevice of his neck.

"What is this?" Jiang Tingwei broke his tone: "What is this?!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Wen Shao laughed until he was speechless. After a long while, he finally raised his head, looked at Jiang Ting with a smile, and jokingly said, "High-protein nutritional supplement."

Jiang Ting froze in place, as if he forgot to even blink.

"Just kidding, you are too thin, you need to add more nutrition." Wen Shao smiled and said, "No smoking is allowed next time, do you hear?"

Jiang Ting was completely speechless, his knees couldn't stop going weak, and his hands trembled slightly by his side. Wen Shao didn't care, and gently rubbed the sweaty hair on his forehead with his thumb to his temples, and then instructed the bodyguard to pick up the syringe thrown by Qin Chuan on the ground: "Pick that up... Give it to me, be careful. ."

"This," he waved the syringe in front of Jiang Zing and smiled, "This is laboratory-grade heroin."

Then he laughed and turned to the door of the main room.

Jiang Ting almost used all his strength to force himself to stay where he was. He saw the bodyguards follow him, but suddenly he heard Shao and stopped again. He turned around and said with a smile: "You said that you will never leave me in this life. Life and death come together - don't forget!"

Jiang Ting said nothing, Wen Shao crossed the threshold with a smile.

"Big Brother," Ajie happened to be bringing someone over from the direction of the back mountain. When they met, he took a few steps to meet him and whispered, "I didn't find the wreckage of the mobile phone. Carefully search for the grass and stone crevices within a radius of 600 square meters, you must-"

To his surprise, the king of spades waved his hand and said, "No need."

"Big brother?"

"We have to leave now, the snow will cover the mountains later, and the buyers can't wait until they get there."

Ajie nodded, and couldn't help but ask, "That... have you tried it?"

In fact, when he got out of the car just now, he had already heard someone report the "test" that happened in the main room. He saw the king of spades walking forward, and Applejack immediately followed.

"As I expected before," Spade K said leisurely, "even the reaction is similar."

Ajie frowned and asked suspiciously, "Am I wrong? Is it Qin Chuan who has the problem?"

They walked towards the entrance of the village, and from a distance they saw "Ghost Sees Sorrow" standing under the tree explaining something to Qin Chuan. The latter's face that always seemed to be wearing a mask didn't even hold back. .

The king of spades seemed to be quite interesting, and he waved hello to Qin Chuan after a long distance. And Qin Chuan is worthy of being a talent. After the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he even smiled, as if nothing had happened, and bowed his head politely.

"No, on the contrary." Spade K looked at the vast gray sky in front of him, and said lightly: "It is normal human nature to want to get rich, to be in power, and to want to get rich overnight. People have weaknesses when they want, and refusing to inject them shows that they are not. The problem, Qin Chuan's behavioral logic is smooth."

Ajie was stunned: "Then Jiang stopped..."

The king of spades didn't answer, Yuzai Yuzai walked forward, a group of people following behind. The green fields in front of the village stretched as far as the eye could see, and the poppy fields rustled in the wind. He stood still in front of the ridge, stretched his waist in the wind, and said, "Do you know who is the most difficult person to get along with in this world? "

Ajie thought about it, "There is no desire?"

"No, I don't talk about material desires at all, but only pursue feelings."

Ajie was a little puzzled.

"The desire to live, the desire to die, once the love turns into evil, eighteen cows can't pull back ... the more emotion, the more likely it is, the easier it is."

The bodyguard was not close to it, and the sparse pulled behind. Ajie seemed to understand a little, and saw the Black Peach K turned around and patted his shoulder, saying, "Don't get rid of people from Jiang Po from today, don't let him be alone with anyone. And

Ajie swallowed.

"Don't give him any opportunity to touch porcelain." Slap K said faintly, "Go."

Ajie was somewhat swaying, and the clean voice was clean. He took someone to the team to do the final supply and inspection.

Blinks K stands alone in the wind, looking at the boundless poppy fields. It is seen that it is the barren and vast hills in the mountainous area. Essence

He narrowed his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The long stubborn was echoed in the night outside the cave. He didn't remember how long he struggled in hunger, thirst, and dizziness, and high fever made him twitch even in half a semi -wake -up; He couldn't help swallowing. After a few sips, the last drop of liquid swallowed his throat.

"..."

Maybe because Jiao thirsty was temporarily relieved, he finally opened his eyes and heard crying in the darkness. It was very whisper and depressed, just like a small animal shook vigilantly in the nest.

"……you……"

The sobbing stopped, and the moonlight put into Qinghui from the entrance. He saw his thin friends curled up on the side of his body, and his shoulders buryed his face in his knees.

"... Are you crying?"

The little boy immediately covered his mouth, straightened his head, and shook his head with a force.

He reluctantly supported his arms, but couldn't raise his upper body, gave up after several times, and lay his hand on the ground.

The little boy immediately held his cold hand in his arms and clinged it to him with his body temperature.

His hands were soft and white, although he was stained with mud because of struggling in the wilderness for several days, but at a glance, he knew that he had taken care of careful care from an early age. The little boy's hands were covered with various frostbite, scars and blood stains. The arms were thin and thin, and his elbows were stuck in obvious bones.

The comparison is so clear, but when the two children are holding together, it is unexpectedly harmonious.

As if they were born to hold each other tightly.

"Are you afraid?"

The little boy hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "Um."

"fear death?"

At the junction of the moonlight and shadow, the crushed light appeared again in those clear big eyes, shaking his head for a while.

He laughed: "Deceptive. Tell me, be afraid of death?"

"..." The little boy finally said gently: "I'm afraid you will die ..."

He stunned.

"As long as you survive ... as long as you can survive ..." The sobbing sounded again, and this time it was as difficult as to hold it like a collapse. The little boy curled his whole body on the side of his partner, and repeated it again and again: "I am , I can die, I don’t care, as long as you can survive- "

"As long as you survive—"

The little boy hadn't had a drop of water in for a long time. He went out to look for water at night when the sun was not strong, and carefully scooped up the water with the sunken stone, for fear of spilling even a drop, and came back to feed a friend with a high fever in the cave. His own lips were dry and cracked, and the blood solidified into purple black at the corners of his mouth. When he was crying, he moved, and blood beads that were extremely thick due to the extreme lack of water poured out again.

But the pain of the torn skin seemed nothing compared to the intense begging contained in his voice.

How can people have such strong emotions? The nine-year-old Wen Shao thought while listening to the cry.

Why would you rather die than burn up your last bit of strength and pray for your beloved companion to survive?

He stretched out his other hand, wanting to touch the little boy's dark hair in the moonlight, but the years swirled and faded away like a vortex, and more than 20 years later, the hand of the king of spades slid through the air. , the fingertips only touched the poppy flower swaying in front of him.

The king of spades closed his eyes.

"I want to remember a lover who will never die..."

"I love you, Yan Yan, and I hope you will also become the unsurpassed winner."

"Yan Yun!!"

"Then shoot," Jiang Ting's gritted teeth sounded again from in front of him. He said, "Shoot, don't be a coward."

...

The little boy who cried for him in the cave grew up. He stood up, as if he heard something, and swiftly turned around and ran out of the cave, despite the voices behind him and never looked back; he ran through the torrent of time and space, and came to the gray mountain stream of Yuanlong Gorge in winter, Holding the embarrassed policeman, joy, pain and love flashed in his eyes.

Then he stepped back and turned around half a step, exposing his head to the red dot of the remote sniper rifle without hesitation.

The king of spades clenched his teeth so tightly that his cheeks were a little weirdly cold, and the man in the distance took a half-step forward and paused timidly. After a long time, he finally raised his head, opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He inserted his hand into his trouser pocket and grabbed a bag of powder.

A voice came from behind: "Brother."

"..."

As soon as Spade K turned his head, Applejack lowered his head cautiously: "The team is ready to go."

The off-road team that was preparing to cross the border was ready to go. In the open space in the distance, a thin figure that was very familiar to him was being closely watched by the bodyguards, and he lowered his head and got into the back seat of the car.

The king of spades didn't move.

"...Brother?"

After several minutes, Applejack, who was beginning to feel a little nervous, finally heard this: "Okay."

When he looked up strangely, he saw that the king of spades took out a bag of things from his pocket and threw it into the poppy field in the distance.

"That is……"

"It's nothing," said Spade K flatly, not letting him ask any more: "Let's go, go to Yaoshan."

The convoy moved slowly, through the mountains, and headed north.

Passing through the smoke-filled Guigai, the smoky southern Xinjiang, the border jungle where countless exiled students and jade dealers have been buried since ancient times; through the magnificent Xishuangbanna and the rolling moat and Shu Road, under the cloudy sky, huge The Yaoshan group stands quietly on the top of the plain.

Countless police cars, adorned with stars and moon, flashing red and blue, drove from the plains into this stern mountain.

At the foot of Yaoshan.

Several police cars were parked at the entrance of the county police station, and local leaders rushed to meet them. saw that the headed jeep had not stopped yet, and a criminal policeman in black and plain clothes had jumped out of the car, his skills were extremely neat, he took off his sunglasses in one hand, and looked up into the distance——

He was extremely tall, his eyebrows were deep, and there was a tough face cut out of the wind knife frost sword carved.

The big mountain dome shrouded in the cloudy clouds was reflected in the depths of his pupils.