Longmen Memoirs

"Is this the reason why you called me at three o'clock in the night and asked me to come out and drink with you?"

Foxhound sneered, feeling a little incomprehensible. She sat on a high stool in the tavern, pressed one hand on the square wine glass placed on the classical oak counter, and said in a reminding tone:

"Say yes first, please."

As if he was extremely afraid that Chen Mo would default on the bill, he would just find an excuse to leave and leave the irresponsible job of checking out to her.

Chen Mo twitched the corner of his mouth, unhappy with her stingy behavior.

"My image in your mind is so bad?"

"Want me to help you recall how many times you have done similar things?"

Foxhound was noncommittal and tapped her fingers on the wine glass. Under the warm yellow bar light, the silver nameplate on the collar of her gray knitted coat reflected slightly.

"No." Chen Mo waved his hands hastily.

In Foxhound's memory, this was not the first time that Chen Mo had done something similar. Although Foxhound had said that he would be responsible for allocating the operational funds when they first partnered, later on, Chen Mo seemed to put this matter aside. He took it for granted, no matter how big or small it was, he was like a young man going out, patting his butt and leaving, leaving all the finishing work to the foxhound who was like a servant.

"You are 31 minutes late. Did you change your clothes in particular?"

Chen Mo glanced at the women's coat that Foxhound was wearing today.

"Yes, I changed it especially for you." Foxhound opened her hands generously, but unfortunately, she didn't have any proud curves on her chest: "How about it, isn't it good?"

"The clothes are nice."

It is rare for a foxhound to wear women's clothing. Although it is more neutral, it gives people a refreshing feeling, as long as you don't look at her breasts.

"Where are your eyes looking?"

"Chest."

The foxhound's expression stiffened.

"320 million ten thousand." She muttered expressionlessly, opened her hand to Chen Mo and hooked him.

Chen Mo grimaced, incredulous.

"Isn't it 230 million? Why has the price increased?"

"Inflation has been rapid in the past two years, living standards have improved a lot, and price increases are normal." She seemed to be saying something very normal: "There is also interest, 30%."

Chen Mo took a breath of air.

"Where are you from Grandet?"

The foxhound looked at him with a smile.

"Sincerity."

"Aren't we friends? Fox..."

"Friends? How much are friends worth?" Foxhound said: "Even if you are a friend, I have no obligation to support you, right? Think about it for yourself, how much you owe me, just because you are a friend, I I never reminded you to pay it back."

The sincerity of her words and the sincerity in her eyes made Chen Mo feel embarrassed.

But she continues:

"You called me at three o'clock in the middle of the night, and I ran out and sat with you in this tavern. If this is not a friend, I have to re-evaluate the definition of the word friend. "

Chen Mo looked embarrassed.

"I want, too."

The money secretly borrowed from Ansuo's bed was basically used during this period.

Foxhound seemed to have thought of something, and she looked at Chen Mo in surprise.

"You must have called me out because you knew you had no money, right?"

Chen Mo didn't say anything. After a while, he smiled hurriedly.

"You are the only rich person I know in Longmen."

The meaning of this sentence is self-evident.

"Rich man?" Foxhound's eyes twitched.

"Rich than me." Chen Mo added.

"I can't bear this title." Foxhound couldn't help but put his hand to cover his forehead, looking at Chen Mo sitting opposite him through his fingers.

"I have a new appreciation for the extent of your shamelessness."

"You're not the first person to say that."

Chen Mo's eyes turned to the wine glass in his hand. The familiar face of a cold, white-haired woman seemed to appear on the glass.

The first person to say this was named Seria. The reason why she said this was because she ignored her reminders countless times and did things she explicitly told me not to do, but in the end she always failed. She helps me deal with my troubles.

"It seems that I am not the only unlucky person and victim you have dragged down." Foxhound clicked his tongue twice with complicated eyes: "How did you stay alive and kicking for so long?"

"Maybe it's because people who say this often don't want me to die."

Chen Mo glanced at the foxhound.

Foxhound seemed to see the meaning in her eyes, she pursed her lips, and finally sighed softly.

He turned his head and twirled the wine glass with his fingers.

"Victoria, Cazdale, Colombia... you can just find a place to get together. With your past experiences, you won't end up in this miserable situation, especially Victoria, the cat in the Royal Court of Londinium. I’m still searching for your whereabouts all over the world.”

She said, took a sip and put down the glass:

"If you ask me, you might as well go to Londinium, sell yourself as a slave to the palace, and have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."

"Then he was tied around the neck with a chain, washed clean and thrown on the bed, waiting for luck." Chen Mo took over the foxhound's words.

He raised his wine glass and clinked it with her.

Foxhound continued with a smile: "You're not losing money by selling yourself. You might even be able to give birth to one or two princes. When your children grow up, you might become the regent behind Victoria. Then I will Just go hang out with you."

"Those royalists in the House of Lords will tear me alive." Chen Mo shook his head: "Don't say such unrealistic nonsense, okay?"

"You also know it's bullshit." Foxhound glanced at Chen Mo, leaned his hands on the side of the long table, propped his chin and tilted his head to look at me:

"Did you really never think about staying in Londinium forever and never coming back?"

"truth?"

Foxhound shrugged.

"Look at you."

"I thought about it."

Chen Mo smiled. The feeling of the orange whiskey flowing into his throat was both painful and slightly burning.He couldn't help but recall the first time he met her, her blond hair was messy, and they drank the first can of beer together in a small warehouse room in the lower city.

She had never drank such cheap stuff, and given her status, she rarely came into contact with such things that only civilians would come into contact with. I asked her how she felt, and she said it was pretty good.

Later, she fell in love and opened her small refrigerator when she had nothing to do, took out a can of beer and sat on the sofa lazily all afternoon, being [~~

She is really like a wild cat who desires freedom too much but has been locked in a cage for too long.

"How could I not want to, there were countless ways I could have stayed there."

There were countless choices and countless opportunities to change my life so that I could live the life I wanted to live earlier.

"But you chose the one you should least choose." Foxhound said: "Just like now, running back to Longmen again. This is the first time, maybe the third time. Every time I come back, I bring you something." It’s a different surprise. To be honest, I can’t understand you.”

"It's rare to hear such words from your mouth for the first time."

Are there people in this world that Foxhound can't understand? There are many. I haven't been in contact with her. Of course she can't understand people she doesn't know. But she knows me very well. She should understand my character very well. Through modeling analysis.

"Maybe it's because I stayed in Longmen for too long." Foxhound leaned on the table with his right hand and lightly tapped the edge of the table. He turned his head and stared at his wine glass: "I can't keep up with your thinking mode, I know. What do you look like to me?"

"What does it look like?" I asked curiously, what did I look like to the fox hound?

"Like a balloon flying higher and higher," the foxhound muttered. "No matter how high you fly, you still can't escape the line. You still want to come back. You are the only idiot I have ever seen who has overlooked the world but is still willing to fall down."

It's a bit like hating iron for not being able to become steel.

"It's windy up there. If you fly away, you won't be able to come back."

"Are you that afraid of her?"

Chen Mo knew very well who she was referring to in the fox's mouth. It was Chen. She said she was afraid of Chen. Was she afraid of Chen?

"It's not that I'm afraid." Chen Mo shook his head.

"Guilty? So you are struggling with whether you should leave. In the year since you came back to Longmen, how many times have you hid at the door of that apartment, waiting for her to come back, just to see her. Now that she has found you, you But I’m afraid.”

Foxhound said funny, as if looking at a retard.

"You lied again, bitch. An unfulfilled promise will only give people illusions they shouldn't have."

Chen Mo had no way to refute Foxhound's words. He could only raise his wine glass and annihilate his irritable heart with the cold wine.

"I lied again, Fox."

Chen Mo's index finger holding the wine glass trembled, and he felt surprisingly calm.

"You know that once you appear next to her, he will know that you are alive as soon as possible. Don't tell me that you didn't expect it." Foxhound stared at my face: "We all know very well that we can't hold anything against him. The slightest illusion, he is an unwavering person, family affection? He only has purpose in his eyes, and he will eliminate all possible threats. Your death is the best way to end all this, for you, for him, for everyone. good."

"You shouldn't have done all this without telling me, Fox." I took out a black monitor from my bag and put it on the table. "When did you give Ansuo the psychological hint?"

Foxhound glanced at the monitor and raised an eyebrow.

"The reaction is not slow."

"I didn't expect you to have this hobby of listening to people in corners?"

"It depends on who is in the corner." She replied with a smile: "I'm a fox, isn't it normal to do this? You didn't go to bed with her. I was quite surprised that Superintendent Chen could bear it. Not having sex with you doesn’t seem like her racial style at all.”

Chen Mo's face darkened.

"How dare I with you bastard listening."

"Does that mean you want to? I can understand it. After all, it's been several years. Superintendent Chen has been a little too indulgent towards you."

"--roll."

"Are you here to punish me now?"

"Are you free?"

"I'm free." She said calmly, with a hint of meaning. "You've only been together a few days, Londinium."

Chen Mo was choked by her words. He didn't know if he should say sorry at this time, or if he should grab her ears and give her a few slaps.

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"Speak the truth!"

"It's quite early, since the first time you ran to Qilong Apartment." Foxhound shook the wine glass.

"Did you know Chen would be out that day?"

"I am also the superintendent of Longmen. Although I have been pushed to the edge of power over the years and have basically no chance of promotion, I am the superintendent of Longmen after all. I think it will not be difficult to investigate her schedule." Foxhound raised his wine glass lightly. He took a small sip and said, "Besides, I arranged for her to catch the hidden clue."

"You're still as sinister as ever."

"Insidious?" Foxhound chuckled: "You said so before."

The foxhound raised his head and looked around, then looked at the retro clock hanging on the pillar. The time quietly reached four o'clock in the night.

"Later, when you came back, we met for the first time in this pub."

She withdrew her gaze and fell on the wine glass in front of her.

"It was also around this time that we escaped the pursuit of the Guards and gangs and were walking on the street. I asked you if you wanted to go have a drink. I thought you would refuse, but you didn't. We kept drinking since two o'clock. Until dawn the next day." She suddenly laughed: "Do you remember?"

Of course I remember, in the autumn of 1090, Foxhound and I killed an entire gang of gang members who broke the rules and smuggled Originium products, and were chased by the remaining half of the gang from the port to the city with weapons. , even the Guards Bureau made a fuss that night.

It has never been so lively, and I clearly remember that when Foxhound opened the back seat, I was shocked by the large number of Originium firearms hidden under the seat.

She smiled and said that they were all confiscated items and had to be returned after use.

Etched bullet casings littered the entire carriage.

"Of course I will never forget that time when you were very drunk and I carried you all the way back. There was no one on the street and you vomited all over me."

Foxhound's drink is very bad, or rather surprisingly bad. She likes to talk nonsense and do things when she's drunk, which is not very honest.

"After you went back, your hand was always on the handle of the knife. You were thinking about whether to kill me and leave Longmen." Foxhound continued: "I have been waiting for you to take action. When you walked behind me, your hand always It's not the first time that I subconsciously moved it to the handle of the knife."