1985, the year of the great writer, began with Infernal Affairs!

The paper was brand new, and the ink smelled very strong.

On the table of contents, the words "Infernal Affairs (Part 2)" stood out, and the page number following the title made the three of them's hearts skip a beat.

The hot dry noodles were served quickly, and the aroma was enticing, but their minds were clearly not on the noodles at the moment.

"Who wants to look first?" Chen Xiangdong asked.

"Let's watch it together," Chu Yunfei suggested. "Fourth brother, you have good eyesight, you sit in the middle and turn the pages, we'll all sit around and watch."

Attorney Xie: "..."

So, in this noisy little breakfast shop filled with the aroma of food, four young men, each holding a bowl of hot dry noodles, sat around a greasy little square table, their heads almost touching, staring at an open magazine in the center of the table.

Xie Lu was squeezed in the middle and was responsible for turning the pages. He ate slowly and turned the pages slowly, which was enough for the other three to see every word clearly.

All around were the sounds of slurping porridge, the buzzing of conversation, and the boss scooping out noodles.

Xie Lu mechanically ate his noodles while observing the three people's reactions out of the corner of his eye.

When Chen Yongren silently screamed alone in the dark alley after Officer Huang's death, Chen Xiangdong's brows furrowed tightly, and he gripped his chopsticks tightly.

Seeing Liu Jianming calmly analyzing the situation at the police station meeting, Chu Yunfei silently muttered something.

When Zhou Wenbin saw the tense standoff where Chen Yongren's identity was about to be exposed, he even forgot to breathe. He only took a deep breath when he couldn't hold it in anymore, and he didn't even bother to push his glasses up to his nose.

The noodles slowly cooled, and the grease solidified on the surface, but no one paid any attention. They were completely immersed in the inescapable world they were in, a world filled with intrigue, betrayal, struggle, and choices.

Xie Lu slowly turned the page, one page after another.

At that moment, seeing his three roommates so engrossed in their work, he felt a surge of pride.

As an author, the greatest joy is not how much royalties I receive, nor how much praise I hear, but seeing my words truly enter the eyes and hearts of others, stirring their emotions and allowing them to temporarily forget the noise around them.

This most basic resonance is more precious than anything else.

He picked up a piece of the now-cold, sticky noodles with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly. The aroma of sesame paste was still there, mixed with a slight feeling of greasiness from the cooling down.

After half an hour.

Xie Lu turned to the last page.

The newspaper wasn't very thick, and after flipping through it all, only the last page of the Infernal Affairs story remained.

The events that had just unfolded had kept them on their toes for a long time.

The final rooftop scene was so tense it almost took your breath away.

The confrontation between Liu Jianming and Chen Yongren on the rooftop.

Give me a chance.

How can I give you a chance?

"I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person."

"Okay, go tell the judge and see if he'll let you be the good guy."

"That means you want me dead."

"Excuse me, I'm a police officer."

"Who knows?"

These words created an impasse between the two.

The stalemate was broken only when Abang appeared with a gun.

The elevator doors opened and closed again and again, light and shadow intertwined, footsteps, breathing sounds, gun muzzles clashed, and the rope of fate was stretched to its limit between the two.

Zhou Wenbin pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down for who knows how many times, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

The moment the gun went off, all three of them felt a pang of anxiety.

The moment Chen Yongren took Liu Jianming hostage and entered the elevator, because Chen Yongren was ahead of Liu Jianming, Ah Bong seized the opportunity and aimed a shot at Chen Yongren's head.

With a "bang," Abang pulled the trigger, and Chen Yongren was shot in the head and fell straight down.

Liu Jianming turned his head and looked at the scene, his expression somewhat dazed.

While Liu Jianming was still in a daze, Abang came over, comforted him, and unlocked Liu Jianming's handcuffs.

"Don't be afraid, we're all fellow disciples. Now that Brother Chen is dead, you'll have to protect me from now on."

Ah Bong was also an undercover agent planted by Han Chen in the police force, but his promotion speed in the police station was slow, far slower than that of Liu Jianming, so he never gained Han Chen's attention.

When Chen Xiangdong and the other two saw this part, all three of them were stunned.

Zhou Bin quickly recalled a detail from earlier.

When police officers fire their guns, they usually aim for the body.

The bandits, on the other hand, are the heads.

The story continues.

Ah Bong stepped forward to fire a follow-up shot, creating the appearance of a gunfight. While cleaning up the evidence, he said to Lau Kin-ming, "I've destroyed Han Chen's tape. Don't worry, I'll stick with you from now on."

"The police are almost here, hurry up and get in the elevator."

Abang urged Liu Jianming to hurry up and get into the elevator.

Liu Jianming took the pistol that Abang handed him, which originally belonged to him, still in a daze.

But when Abang threw Chen Yongren's body into the elevator, the doors closed the moment...

Liu Jianming, who had been in a daze, suddenly had murderous intent in his eyes.

Several gunshots rang out as the elevator descended.

Blood seeping from the elevator door crack, Chen Yongren's eyes widening in shock and quickly losing their luster, and Abang's body collapsing with a thud.

A single line of text records the fleeting moment.

When the chaos subsided temporarily, the police who arrived surrounded the scene.

Liu Jianming pulled out his ID, held it high, and his voice rang out clearly through the surrounding noise:

"I am a police officer."

Behind Liu Jianming, Ah Bang died in the elevator, holding Liu Jianming's gun.

Ah Bong got into a fight with Chan Wing-yan and was so angry that he beat Chan Wing-yan to death. Ah Bong then shot and killed Chan Wing-yan himself...

"grass!"

Chu Yunfei finally couldn't hold back any longer. A vein throbbed on his forehead, and he slammed his fist hard on the greasy wooden tabletop.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were red, as if he had been shot himself.

"Damn it, damn it!" he muttered again, running out of words and only able to use the most explicit profanity.

Chen Xiangdong didn't curse, but he gripped the chopsticks tightly in his hand. He stared at the words: Han Chen is dead, Chen Yongren is dead, Abang is dead, and almost everyone who knew Liu Jianming's secret is dead.

And now, this undercover agent with hands stained with filth and blood, this person who has been constantly shifting between right and wrong and has long lost sight of who he is, is so "openly" declaring himself a policeman.

Absurdity, a chilling sense of absurdity, gripped his heart instantly.

Zhou Wenbin opened his mouth, but he only felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet.

This ending contradicted all his previous guesses.

He thought there would be a thrilling showdown between good and evil, that the truth would come to light, and that good people would at least... at least have a somewhat decent ending.

No.

Chen Yongren died, like a stray dog, in the cold elevator.

Liu Jianming survived, and won by completely clearing his name.