"Guess."

"Don't guess." He crushed the map and rushed them into the toilet in front of me.

"Ah!" I was shocked, busy holding it up, "You ... you all remember?"

He said "um", and said, "The later things have nothing to do with you, and I have nothing to do with you."

I was confused for a moment and reacted to say goodbye to me.

This scripture is not known, maybe ... can't see it again.

The thought of this might be dead, my heart tightened fiercely: "How much do you have?"

"I have arranged it. Even if I fail in the end, someone will protect the safety of you and your family." He said lightly and refused to answer my question positively.

This is like an explanation of the funeral ...

My heart was getting more and more than all, and asked, "Seven %?"

He didn't speak, and seemed to plan to end the topic.

I think he is going to go, busy to stop his way, block in front of the door, and ask: "Six0 %?"

He pursed his lips and dragged my arm.

"... 50 %?" I grabbed him backhand and pulled my wrist, and spit out the probability that I was difficult to accept.

He sighed, and his voice was dumb again: "This is not the game, where is the grasp of? Either life or death. No one knows which ending."

Holding his wrist tightly with both hands, I never felt so useless and weak.

I thought I could help him, so that he didn't have to adventure that, but in fact I just reached the easiest part of the part. Perhaps it was to save him some time, but he didn't go well, and he had to go to the risk.

"Let me go for you ..." I was so ill anyway, I didn't care about death for a few months, and I could contribute to the world before death.

I held Ran Qingzhuang's palm and put my cheeks.

"I don't have to ... I can go for you ..."

Although his fingers slender, his fingertips were with thin cocoons, and his palm was not as smooth and soft as me. It was a pair of lights that could feel power with a pair of light.

He moved his fingers, moved his fingers upwards, rubbed my eyes, and poked mercilessly: "If you go, there will only be one ending."

When I go, it must be a dead end.

Closing my eyes, I held his hand firmly, and suddenly was attacked by a huge mourning: "I'm sorry ..."

The voice did not fall, there was a laugh from above the head, and then a kiss on his forehead fell lightly.

"You really like to apologize."

It seems that his suspension bridge effect has not ended. My cheeks are slightly hot.

I did not want to be a drag on Ran Qingzhuang, and I resigned the next day and planned to leave the island. However, the resignation letter was returned by the housekeeper of the house, and told me that if I wanted to leave, I needed to follow the procedure. After a month, I could leave when I found the person who took over me.

And Kong Tan also made it clear that if I want to leave the island, I can, but the people who need him follow it. This is simply a disguised surveillance.

After a busy circle, I had to recognize the reality -not to find the inner ghost, Jin Chenyu would not leave anyone to leave.

Chapter 45

Jin ChenYu likes firearms. There is an indoor shooting range for him to practice guns. Although it is also open to the outside world, most of them go to the Casino for the island. There are not many running guns here to run here. Over time, this shooting range has become a leisure and entertainment venue for the people inside the group.

After class that day, Ran Qingzhuang asked the phone to send me the hemp potato directly to the shooting range.

"Brother Mo has liked going to the shooting range from before, and he went to almost rest. The marksmanship was particularly accurate. None of the brothers could win him. It was simply a gunner. Before the big son did not believe in evil, he compared him with him. It was so angry that he fell his headphones. "Ma Bei laughed after saying.

Turning up a piece of tree -lined, there were several connected single -layer brown building complex in front. The appearance was ordinary. There were two or three cars in the parking lot. Until walked into the gate, didn't hear any guns. The sound insulation was very well done.

Matta said that he was going to send me in, and I asked him directly, and a person led by the staff.

Passing through a closed target room, you can hear a dull guns that occasionally coming out of the inside. Although the appearance is deserted, it seems that there are still some business inside.

"It's here." The staff took me to a door and opened the door for me.

A thunderous gun sounded, and my ears were buzzing. Ran Qingzhuang put down the gun and took a step back to look at the results of the display above. I glanced at the door at the door, pulled the noise headset to see, and beckoned to me to signal me.

"How do you call me here?" I stared at the gun in his hand, curious, and some instinctual fear.

When I was still a little boy, there were one or two toys with plastic guns and wooden guns. I always like to use them to "shoot" police bandit games with their dads. They use sofas and wardrobes as bunkers. They emit all kinds of dumb and popping sounds in their mouths. As an ending.

After starting the piano, these toys gradually disappeared, and then my dad died, and no one even played with me.

"Teach you to fight." Ran Qingzhuang turned his gun and handed it to me.

I shrank, and I knew that it was a dangerous product that it would be fried when it touched, but my mind still inevitably gave birth to various exaggerated imaginations, and it was played over and over again.

Ran Qingzhuang saw that I didn't pick it up, and put the gun in my hand without patience, then walked behind me, held my hand, and taught me how to adjust my posture.

"What are you shaking?" He was around me, and he could feel my body's reaction very clearly.

"A bit ..." I licked my dry lips, and I said, "A little scared."

I am just an ordinary person, a ordinary person who has only seen this kind of real guy in film and television drama works.