Chapter 161

Su Mian has tried to imagine countless times, and s again meet the scene. And when this moment really came, it turned out that what filled her heart most was not hatred and disgust, but overwhelming sadness and silence.

"This is the safe house." He said in a low voice, the outline of Jun Lang was half bright and half dark in the shadow, "there are several rooms, and there are survival reserves. It doesn't matter if all the buildings are collapsed. When it's over, we'll go out. "

Su Mian slowly looked up and looked around. Sure enough, there is a door opening on one side, leading to other rooms in dark. Just then she heard a slight footstep in the room, as if there were still people standing in the dark.

A. L or R?

"What do you want?" She asked. The voice was cold and cold.

He was silent for a moment and turned his face.

"To remind you of me."

Away from the dark, covered with light. It was a strange and handsome face. Soft black hair could not cover his brows and eyes. His eyes were silent, gentle and deep. The light cast a faint shadow on his nose, and his thin lips pursed slightly. Facial features are not so outstanding, but you can't help but notice his quiet Lang temperament as deep as the sea.

In the black suit is a clean white shirt. The first two buttons are untied at will. His hands are on the back of the chair and he looks at her calmly and gently.

The existence of some people is deeply branded into your heart. Even if you lose your memory, you can still feel him. For Su Mian, for example, Han Shen, for example S。 At the moment, looking at the man in front of her, she appears some fuzzy images in her mind. Once was such a man, sitting in front of a window on a certain day of a certain year, watching the sunrise and dusk. And she stood not far from him, gazing quietly.

Hold down all your thoughts. Su Mian's heart has gradually become calm, such as the air flowing in this safe room. Because for so many years, she has been too eager to know what happened in those years, too much to know everything. So now she was still, waiting for him to tell everything.

He turned away, no longer looking directly at her, but raised his hand and gently smoked a cigarette, drooping his eyes, looking at the empty dark corner in front of him.

"When I first saw you, you were only eight, I was thirteen."

Su Mian's heart trembled slightly. It was totally unexpected to her. So early, and nobody ever mentioned knowing. And eight years old? 1997. That year The file says her father died on duty that year.

"The year your father died." As if he had understood all her conjectures, he said slowly, "your father is in charge of my father's serial homicide. And my father, in the end, killed your father and escaped. "

Su Mian sat on the sofa, motionless, with her hand in her long hair. Her thoughts seemed to follow his words, becoming distant, tolerant and sad.

"My father was a born criminal genius." He said in a calm voice, "he taught me everything. Organize, design, escape, double Reading, learning and persistence. "

After that, he turned to look at her. Su Mian looks into his eyes, but he can't see the emotion behind his eyes.

What kind of past would that be?

Son of serial killer, daughter of a criminal police officer. But in her teens, she was ignorant and had no memory. And he, remember that clearly.

He raised his hand to smoke again, and his voice became a little dull. Like a long time sealed wine, clear and mellow, lingering in your ears.

"I was there, and I remember the way your father looked at me before he died." He pauses, but Su Mian has no way to know what kind of eyes his father would look at this 13-year-old boy at that time?

"Then I secretly went to your father's memorial service without telling my father and saw you." He said in a low voice, "I say to you," I'm sorry. ". But you say, "never stop mourning. Until I caught the killer who killed my dad

Su Mian heart a shock, but see his eyes, emerge more gentle and strong emotions.

As a serious mental illness, how to tell her that love?

For a long time after that, the boy always remembered the girl's eyes? And "never mourning" this sentence, just like a mantra, a belief, in his heart wandering.

How many times after that, a person aimlessly walked to her downstairs, her school. Looking at her figure from afar, looking at her smile and sadness.

The criminal policeman who used to look at him with such pitiful eyes, his daughter, is he the same kind of person as his father?

How can we sum up all kinds of emotions and memories, the origin and death between him and her?

His arm fell quietly beside the chair, and Su Mian saw a piece of soot fall down soundlessly. Then he said slowly, "a girl, but she has the courage to never stop mourning. If I could have her, my life would not be lonely again. "

Su Mian's eyes suddenly moistened.

It's not because of sympathy or tenderness. But as he and other members of the group of seven said, she could really feel his tender and open feelings like the wilderness. Even if he is a demon who kills countless people, she can feel his sadness and powerlessness.But she spoke, and her voice was so cold that she was shocked: "your father killed my father. You are the leader of a criminal gang. Do you think we might be together? "

A cold, ironic press.

He was quiet for a few seconds.

"Sumian." He said mildly that the gentleness seemed to precipitate into his bone marrow over the years. "Things in the world know they can't be done. Not everyone will choose a love full of hope."

Su Mian was speechless.

He also twisted out the cigarette end and put his hand quietly on his knee. After a while, he said, "Sumian, I told you before, but you don't believe it. In your theory, psychopaths are very distinctive -

they are good at language expression and infectious. However, due to the lack of central organizers, they can never keep what they think and say in one direction;

impulsive and irritable. Once impulsive, it is easy to commit a crime; most people drink alcohol, because alcohol can awaken our nerves which are slower than normal people; we are eager for all kinds of stimulation because we are naturally insensitive

But there's only one thing, you're wrong

There was no sound except the voice and breath of two people in the open and quiet room. Su Mian felt great sadness and stagnation, but he didn't know. Because she already knew what he wanted to say.

He looked up at her, black as the color of the silent earth.

"I love you. My feelings are not shallow and empty. I can feel you all the time

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