Longmen Memoirs

"Not ready to deny it?"

"You have already said that her name is Chen Xiaomo."

The old man laughed again, and looked at Chen Mo with more appreciation and gentleness in his eyes.

"Wei Yanwu doesn't like you. I am the opposite of him. You are very good. Young man, you can call me Mr. Lin. With my age and seniority, you are not at a disadvantage."

There is humor in the words

"Mr. Lin." Chen Mo greeted sincerely, but he didn't think a title could change anything.

The capable angel behind her seemed to want to speak. Just as she was about to speak, Texas suddenly pulled him out of the candy store, and she could vaguely hear the capable angel struggling.

"Are those two your friends too?" The old man glanced at them.

"They are from Penguin Logistics."

"You are very smart." The old man looked away.

"I did a lot of things wrong and had to learn to be smart."

"Everyone has done something wrong." The old man looked at Chen Mo intently and suddenly laughed: "I'm afraid he really made a mistake this time. Alas, with his temperament, he will never admit it. Once a person stands too high, , but it’s not easy to come down again.”

Chen Mo was noncommittal.

The old man was unwilling to let him go.

"What do you say?"

"You are different, aren't you?" Chen Mo asked back.

The old man's smile paused for a few seconds. Chen Mo's answer suddenly made him lose the intention of continuing the joke. It was pointless to just watch other people's jokes without anyone noticing.

The old man waved his hand and sat back behind the counter.

"After all, we are old, and time is not forgiving. In the future, we will still have to rely on you young people." He said, and then asked: "Bring some candy back to the children?"

"Alright."

So Chen Mo really started to choose candies in the candy shop, and the old man gave him many opinions.

No one mentioned the gray incident in Longmen seven years ago, no one mentioned King Wu's transfer to Longmen two years ago, and no one mentioned why Chen Mo came here.

There were many things in Xiacheng District that could not escape his narrow eyes. The only difference was whether he wanted to know.

Chen Mo handed over the chips prepared by the fox, but did not receive a corresponding reply, but Chen Mo knew that the chips they thought were dispensable to the old man.

After all, he is the uncrowned king of the lower city. The word threat has been through many times in his life, but it is not enough to shake his position.

The difference between young people and old people is not just a matter of decades. The old people are conservative and the young people are radical. Just like when patriots face Tallulah in the first place, in the eyes of Bozhukasti, unrealistic talk and illusory Expectations are really no different.

But on the contrary, sometimes when old people dare to be radical and decisive, young people become cautious.

At this moment, a man walked out from behind the candy shop.

"Dad!"

She stopped when she saw Chen Mo.

A young woman, she has a completely different appearance from the Rat King. Her expensive leather boots and windbreaker give her a different kind of good looks, which shows her temperament and is mixed with the unique business atmosphere of Xiacheng District.

"Who is this?"

"This is Officer Chen, a very nice young man. He is here to investigate some things. You are of the same age, so you and Officer Chen may be able to get along." The old man introduced: "My daughter, whose name is Lin Yuxia, just passed through the neighborhood. I’m preparing to take the examination for the Health Bureau and join the job.”

"Dad, that's not what the young man said when you saw him."

"is it?"

Lin Yuxia ignored the old man and extended her hand to Chen Mo.

"Hello, Officer Chen"

"Hello." Chen Mo held her hand...

"Miss Lin."

Chen Mo didn't think about why the daughter of a big boss in Xiacheng District thought of working in the Guards Bureau instead of inheriting the family business. When he later found out the reason, he finally understood why the fox would find a reason that didn't seem to be reliable and let him go. Come to the Rat King.

In fact, it makes no difference whether you have this reason or not.

A fox is still a fox.

Chen Mo left the candy shop.

The Texas and Able angels stood by the roadside.

Compared with the aggressive and ready-to-kill situation at the beginning, it ended up in this seemingly bleak situation, showing a huge gap and embarrassment.

Especially when Chen Mo opened the door, Chen Mo was still holding a large bag of colorful candies in his left hand.

They looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

"Is that done?"

The capable angel couldn't hold it back at first. Texas didn't say anything, but he seemed to be thinking about the same question.

That's it. We agreed to five steps of blood splattering and smashing the cup as a sign, but you just came out with a bag of candy?

It doesn't feel good at all.

Chen Mo nodded and shook his head.

What he hopes most now is that the fox can stand in front of him.

If it is a fox, although it will always give you some messy excuses, there will always be a way to get past it.

"Oh, what do you mean? Can you please stop nodding and shaking your head like this? I'm very curious!"

Ning Tianzang stared at the bag of candy in Chen Mo's hand. When she went in, she wanted to bring her beloved musket, but Chen Mo didn't allow it. He felt that even if there were five hundred swordsmen inside, the three of them could rush into the car.

Chen Mo thought for a while and handed the candy to the capable angel.

"do you want?"

Neng Tian took it over subconsciously, but felt something was wrong.

"I didn't say that."

But her hand was already in the bag.

"This is the result." Chen Mo replied.

Angel Neng grabbed a candy, looked at it in front of his eyes, and then looked at Chen Mo, his eyes constantly jumping between the two.

This result did not meet her psychological expectations.

"That's the Rat King!" she said after holding back for a long time.

"Yes."

"I mean, although he looks like a retired old man, is he the Rat King?"

Chen Mo didn't understand what she wanted to say.

The capable angel gritted his teeth and stuffed the candy into his mouth and bit it open.

"Let's...well, it's so sweet...just go in and poop again?" She puffed up her mouth with the candy in her mouth and said in a vague voice: "Is this too fake?"

If that head didn't always think too much, it might be a lot smarter than it is now.

Angel Angel reached into the bag again. She took out the candy and handed it to Texas. Texas looked at Chen Mo and took it in his hand without peeling it off.

"Otherwise, you can rush in with a gun and shout robbery. Texas and I will wait for you in the car." Chen Mo suggested.

Neng Angel acted like a fool and glared at Chen Mo.

"I'm not out of my mind."

"Then you ask me, who should I ask?"

"Oh no, you said you were coming to see the Rat King. You said it was so powerful that you couldn't get out of anything, which made me nervous." She yelled, "Do you think you have to be responsible? "

"I'll treat you to dinner."

"make a deal!"

Nengang is surprisingly easy to talk to.

She shook the candy she was holding and said, "This belongs to me too. Counting the mental loss to me and Texas, you don't know how worried we were just now."

"I didn't see you holding a gun and kicking open the door to save me." Chen Mo said.

"As long as it comes to your mind, everything else is just a small problem, a small problem." Angel Neng winked, turned around, opened the car door and waved: "I happen to know a good restaurant, GO! GO! GO!"

Texas looked at Chen Mo, with a hint of concern hidden in her eyes.

"Just wait a little longer." Chen Mo said.

Just wait, everything will be over when Tallulah is found.

Chapter 96 Make Up

Memories are something like this, that is, I have not seen you for many years. I still miss you when you think of me, but I don’t have the courage to see you again.

But you have to understand that there is no future between you and this person.

In this life, there is no way.

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When the dazzling morning sun passed through the gaps between the city's ruins and cast hazy shadows through the rusty and tangled steel of the collapsed high-rise buildings, she sat on the gray ground, leaning against the load-bearing wall, hiding in the shadow of the cement pillars.

I pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and fluffy dust fell, and tiny particles floated between the light and shadow.

She looked over, her face covered with gunpowder smoke and scars unable to let me see her familiar smile.

She wasn't smiling.

Maybe he forgot, but it took him a few seconds to raise his lips.

That smile was frivolous and weak.

But there was clearly no smile in her eyes, only the sting and exhaustion after struggling.

I suddenly understood her smile, but I would rather I didn't understand it.

She was laughing at herself, and at me, but most of all, it was herself.

"I'm very disappointed, I'm not dead yet." She was glad that she was still alive, but she couldn't help but use it to mark the occasion.

"Can you still move?"

"Why would I stay here if I could move."

When I carried her on my back, she was unusually calm. Only then did I realize that her body was surprisingly light, but I only remembered her ferocity and mean sarcasm.

"You actually hate me, don't you?" She whispered in my ear: "Why don't you pretend you didn't find me and let me die here. If it were me, I would definitely do that."

She seems to want to die here. No one likes to come into contact with her who is mean and narrow-minded. Or in other words, she doesn't trust anyone, so she builds a wall high in her heart, and everyone who walks under the wall People, she had a subconscious hostility towards them.

I won’t deny that it’s hard for me to accept her character.

"...So why do you have to pretend to be a good person?"

She was guiding me, but on the contrary, the direction she was guiding was not to let people save her, but to give up on her.It seems that this is the result she can accept.

She has her own prejudice against the world. Everyone is an unscrupulous person for their own sake. Like her, they hide themselves in the rising smoke of the battlefield, or become what she thinks they are.

The best way to deal with such people is to ignore them, and she won't struggle to beg people to put her down. She is very peaceful, but she can't overcome the prejudices in her heart.

We were walking in a gray city that had been abandoned for many years. The war between wind and sand had eroded the city of Kazdaele in the past, leaving only a fragment of neglected ruins and weeds growing desperately between the collapsed mud cracks.

Her red eyes were deeply imprinted into every corner of the city.

I don’t feel how a Sakaz person feels about the glory of the past and now, because I am not a Sakaz person and have no attachment to this place. But if it comes to it, my identity is the war agent who caused the desolation here. part of.

She didn't speak, not for a long time. Only her slight breathing and heartbeat made me feel that she was still alive.

"What about Your Highness?"

"It's safe."

"His Highness asked you to come back?"