Longmen Memoirs

"Well……"

Xiao Mo turned to look at her in surprise and confusion.

Ansuo smiled, put his hands on the edge of the bed and raised his head, staring at the incandescent lamp hanging from the low ceiling. The light was gentle and bright, reflecting on Custer's face.

"The guy I know often does weird and stupid things like this. For example, he sneaks outside the gate of a certain high-end apartment and stares at him for a long time. If I didn't pull him away, people would call the police."

Ansuo said, turning his head slightly to glance at the little girl. Now she finally understood why he would do such a strange and stupid thing.

Maybe it's really a woman, although I still don't want to believe it.

But family.

It's really good.

That shabby-looking guy would definitely be very happy if he had a family, although his happiness would never show on his face.

"Now that I think about it, if I had a wife who was a senior superintendent in the police department, I wouldn't dare go back."

Ansuo sighed in a low voice. To be honest, her mood was a little complicated now. On the one hand, she felt empathy for Chen Mo's situation, but on the other hand, she was gloating about his misfortune and hoped to see him misfortune.

It would be best to be punished by kneeling on the washboard every day, An Suo thought with some malice.

Chapter 82 Memories in old photos

[So later I told myself to forget the innocent and funny dreams of the past, but every time I decided to forget something, I still couldn't help but feel regret. 】

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"By the way, there's something you want to see?" Ansuo suddenly thought of something and turned around and asked.

Xiao Mo tilted his head.

"what?"

"Hehe... secret." Ansuo blinked and kicked his legs to stand up.

"Wait until I find where he put it..."

She was rummaging for something in the small room. Xiao Mo looked at her back and couldn't help but feel more curious and expectant.

"Is it related to him?" Xiao Mo couldn't help but asked softly.

"You'll know it soon." Ansuo squatted on the ground, closed the opened drawer, and turned around, "Don't worry, I won't let you down, huh? Where is this guy hiding?"

Ansuo thought, looking around the room for a week before slowly moving to Xiao Mo's body, or to be more precise, the bed where Xiao Mo was sitting.

There is a gap of tens of centimeters between the steel frame bed and the ground, which is covered by sheets.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Mo looked at Ansuo in confusion.

"It's nothing. I think I know where he is hiding. Please give in."

Xiao Mo moved to the side.

"Speaking of which, why did you call that guy "him"?" Ansuo squatted down and asked casually: "Logically speaking, isn't he your... that one?"

Xiao Mo moved his lips, wanting to say something, and finally turned his head slightly.

"I'm just curious, I don't have to know." Ansuo looked away awkwardly, maybe because he felt something was wrong, and added: "If I have such a father, I don't want to admit it."

It's a pity that Miss Ansuo's father is actually not much different from Chen Mo.

"No." Xiao Mo suddenly retorted.

Ansuo, who turned his head, was stunned.

"No?" She tilted her head.

Xiao Mo didn't speak.

She was just a little timid and unaccustomed, and it might take some time. After all, no matter how much she missed him, when that person really appeared, it was still a bit strange to her.

"..."

Ansuo wondered if all children nowadays are so precocious.

"Ah, found it."

Ansuo lay on the ground and skillfully stretched out her hand to fumble for something under the bed. After a while, she pulled an old suitcase out from under the bed. There was not much dust on the suitcase, and it seemed that it had not been forgotten by its owner.

An Suo unbuckled the suitcase with ease.

There were some old clothes in the suitcase. Ansuo recognized the coat he was wearing when she first met him at a glance. Ansuo opened the clothes on top and found a yellowed old photo album and a few The remaining half of the long knife lay quietly at the bottom.

Ansuo ignored the broken knife that was no different from scrap. She took out the photo album, curiosity and excitement vaguely visible in her eyes.

"Is that a photo album?" Xiao Mo looked at what Ansuo was holding.

"I secretly saw him flipping through that guy's photo album a few times, but every time I came here, I didn't know where he was hiding. He was like some shameless treasure that he couldn't even let others take a look at. , hum, hum... I haven't found it yet."

Ansuo threw away the photo album in her hand arrogantly. She would not admit that she said this with strong disdain and prejudice in her tone.

"There must be some embarrassing things he did."

There is quite a feeling that a great revenge has been avenged. If the person involved was here, this sense of pleasure might be doubled, but if Chen Mo was here, Ansuo would probably not have the guts to do this.

"Do you want to see it?" Ansuo asked. She had almost forgotten Chen Mo's vicious face when he left Xiao Mo in her care.

As an unorganized, undisciplined and uneducated practitioner, Xiao Ansuo will never understand the professional ethics of doing things for money. Even if she understands, there is no guarantee that she will abide by it.

Before deciding to be a useful person to Longmen, Ansuo's first goal has always been to be useful to himself, but despite being selfish and a little bit greedy, Ansuo still has a moral bottom line, at least the money of the poor and children She won't get it.

Xiao Mo looked straight at the photo album in An Suo's hand. Her eyes had not left since An Suo took it out.

Thanks to Chen's education, the last bit of resistance in Xiao Mo's heart told her that this was not good.

"Isn't it bad to do this without consent?"

"What does it have to do with it?" Ansuo replied lightly: "Aren't you his daughter? I mean the genuine one. Will all his things be left to you in the future?"

After Ansuo finished speaking, he pretended to be seductive: "You really don't want to see it or know what's inside? Hmm? Hmm..."

Xiao Mo hesitated for two seconds, and finally nodded softly under Custer's encouraging and instigating eyes.

They opened the photo album.

Although it looks like a very thick photo album, there are actually not many photos in it.

The owner's name was not written.

The first page is empty, and under the first photo on the first page, a series of numbers - 052 - is written in blurry black fonts.

A series of incomprehensible numbers.

Perhaps the only person in the world who knows what this string of numbers represents is Chen Mo.

Just because few people will remember someone who is irrelevant to them.

They didn't stay on the first page for too long, Ansuo turned to the second page.

The English abbreviation of BSW stands at the top of the second page.

In the first photo, a black-haired boy wearing a gray uniform stood quietly in a large white testing ground. His eyes were filled with dead calm. A young man from the Philin tribe who looked a little wretched stood beside him. The young man put his right hand on the boy's shoulder. He faced the camera, but his eyes fell sideways on the boy beside him.

Behind them were the operators of the emergency engineering team busy cursing.

In the second photo, the blue-haired Felin girl looks about ten years old. She stands cautiously beside the boy with her hands behind her back. The boy has grown up a lot now. He is taller and has a taller figure. After a while, there was finally some color in my eyes, and they were no longer lifeless.

In the third photo, the young man who just got off the helicopter has not had time to change out of his black combat uniform that is full of dust and smoke. His long black hair is turbulent in the violent airflow caused by the propeller. There is a mark on his chin. He has a fine beard, the BS emblem printed on his chest is blown up by the wind, and the words BPRS can be vaguely seen on the shoulder straps.

He was holding the scabbard containing the weapon in one hand, and holding the edge of the door with the other hand as he walked out of the plane. He seemed to have seen the person who took the photo, and he was looking up at this location.

The fourth photo is a desert, with endless yellow sand and blue sky. Five people are standing in front of an off-road vehicle. Next to the little Luper with his hands folded, tall Feng Hoo stands, hiding himself. The figure under the black cloak and hood, the woman wearing a mask leaning on the car door, and the young man standing in the center of them.

That was the first time the man smiled in the photo.

The small mobile city in the distance looks like an ant migrating on the ground.

The fifth picture...the sixth picture.

Gray-haired Vaifan, brown-haired Wolper... a white fox with messy hair who can't wake up from sleep.

The time it takes for a boy to grow up from a boy seems incredibly short.

Xiao Mo looked at the boy in the photo who was getting older. She suddenly felt a little dazed and wanted to know more about him, as if she could get closer to him.

His growth was so ordinary, and time was trapped in photos. What kind of life was he living in those days, and who were the people around him?

There seems to be more than Mommy, who hasn’t seen these things yet.

"Tsk tsk, looking at these photos, that guy seemed to have done quite well before."

Ansuo clicked his tongue. Although she had never heard of the name Black Steel International, and it had nothing to do with her, looking at the scale of the building, airplanes, and equipment in the photo, she could imagine that it was a super Awesome organization.

"Have you turned it over?" Ansuo picked up a corner of the album.

"Ah."

Xiao Mo nodded and secretly remembered the contents of these photos.

They turned the page.

What comes into view is a woman with long pale pink hair. Just looking at her figure in the photo makes people feel yearning. She is standing in front of the railing, the evening breeze blows her long hair, and the strands of hair are flying, and the setting sun Dusk reflected on her body, and a long shadow passed far along the wall. She turned her head slightly, and when her eyes fell here, a gentle and faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The horns on her head betrayed her identity as a Sarkaz, a gentle devil.

Ansuo swears【%%

Crazy, cunning and evil Sakaz, at least in the eyes of most people, they are like this.

There are also very few Sakaz in Longmen. They live in the darkest cracks of Longmen. They are cruel and insidious. Ansuo has heard of them but does not dare to deal with these crazy guys.

They are all a group of lunatics, paranoid, murderers and aliens who are not afraid of death.

The three words Sakaz are the most vicious curse in this world.

As it should be.

"So is she a bad person?" Xiao Mo asked looking at the photo.

Ansuo squinted her eyes slightly, and she saw the girl's beautiful red eyes staring closely at Sakaz in the photo. If she was to be said to be a bad person, Ansuo himself was not willing to believe it.

"Does she look like it?"

Xiao Mo shook his head.

"If you want to be a bad guy, you must at least be at my level." Ansuo shrugged. "Then it must not be the case."

"But Mommy always says that some bad people don't even look like bad people."

Ansuo suddenly remembered that the mother of the little girl in front of him was the superintendent of Longmen.

If my mother were the superintendent, would I still have to think about these things?Ansuo thought angrily.

"But good people don't always look like good people, like me." Ansuo pointed at himself: "You think I look like a good person?"

Xiao Mo looked at Ansuo carefully for two seconds.

nod.

"Anso is a good man."

"Uh..." Ansuo was stunned, and stretched out his hand to scratch his head uncomfortably.

She didn't know whether she should be happy or disappointed. To be honest, she certainly hoped that she would look like a good person in the eyes of others. This would make it easier to deceive others into trusting her, and make it easier for her to escape once she succeeds.

After all, disadvantaged groups always have some privileges in people's eyes, even if they appear to be disadvantaged.

But now she was confused and breathed out softly.

"Huh...how should I put it? Thank you for saying that..."

She felt quite complicated. It would be better to say that she was actually a little happy for no reason.

"Anyway, let's see what else is behind." Ansuo shook his head and came back to his senses.

Maybe it was to restore her image as a bad person, or maybe it was just because seeing this photo too many times made her think about changing her ways.

Ansuo reached out impatiently and turned to the next page.

The silver-haired Vaifan has a tall figure and cold eyes. She stands behind the office chair with slightly raised eyebrows. The tip of her right index finger taps lightly on the desk. Her unchanging, serious and rigid face seems to never reveal anything else. expression.

Just looking at her appearance makes people think of being capable and shrewd. It is difficult to imagine what it would be like for her to smile at others, and it is also difficult to imagine how terrifying she must be when she is angry.