Chapter 152: Chapter152

Dark smoke billowed on the steep cliffs, the stones were burnt and cracked, and the scent of leather after burning was permeated in the air.
Long police cars lined up the mountain road, and red and blue police lights illuminated the sky. Special police, criminal police, lifeguards, forest police ... Numerous uniforms hurried up and down, the beams of the wolf-eye flashlight staggered under the cliff.
"No second zone!"
"No drop was found in the third search and rescue area!"
"Deep down ten meters, the search and rescue area has expanded to the orange range, don't give up!"
The command vehicle stopped distantly, Lv Bureau couldn't even wrap his coat, so he hurriedly walked under the support of several on-site commanders, and asked his face hoarsely: "How's it going?"
"Not good." The Yu team was held side by side. I wondered whether it was too cold or tired. I saw the eyes flushed with red eyes. "Both fell down, and when they heard it, they saw no life, no death, no dead body, and they should have jumped." Ya. The search and rescue team has covered the entire red focus area and has not found anything yet. "
"Are there broken human tissues?"
The Yu team's cheeks yanked abruptly, and even the Wei Deputy Bureau who came behind heard the sounds discolored. Several people in the Criminal Investigation Squadron not far away softened at the same time.
But Lu Bureau was staring closely at the Yu team, and the old eyes that were stitched together had a kind of ice-like calmness.
"... at the moment ...". The Yu team paused hard. "Once it is found, lifeguards will immediately bag it up and let us ... identify it."
Lu Bureau nodded and looked at his feet.
The bottomless mountain stream burst into the cold wind, like a crack on the earth leading to hell, and faintly heard the wailing cry of the yin wind.
"Hope for the best, plan for the worst, and do your best." Lu Bureau slowly said, "Notify Yan Ling's parents and Yang Mei and prepare them psychologically."
"Yan team!"
"Yan, where are you!"
"Jiang Team!"
"Rescue is here, hold on! Please answer when you hear!"
...
The shouts and hustle gradually moved downwards, were picked up by the north wind, and fell apart, gradually disappearing into the distance.
Dizzy and painful.
It was like countless rusty saws pulling the brain back and forth, Yan Yan slowly opened his eyes, but his vision was as blurry as the frosted paper. After a while, he finally focused slowly. The pain in his limbs gradually crawled back to the nerve endings, but he couldn't even make a call, and his mouth filled with solid iron.
"... What about Jiang Zhan?" He thought exhausted.
Then he realized slowly: "Ah, I am not dead?"
On top of it are countless dense trees growing on both sides of the cliff, connecting the cliff into a line of sky. Yan Min tried to move his arm, and his hearing finally recovered a little. He heard the rapid sound of rushing water not far away, and the ground beneath him was soft and cold.
It's the river beach.
Countless horizontal branches and rivers saved his life.
"..." Yan Zheng tried his best to support his upper body: "... Jiang ..."
"do not move."
Those two words were so weak and hoarse that it was almost impossible to recognize them, but Yan Mao instantly recognized who it was-he gasped and turned his head, and it turned out that Jiang Zhan was still alive!
Suddenly, Yan's nerves were like electricity, and the current of joy washed through his body from top to bottom.
Jiang Zhan curled up in his arms, with his face resting between his neck and his knees bent on his chest; he was wearing only a short-sleeved t-shirt, and seemed to have no strength to lift his face. Thousands of waves of light reflected his little white half-transparent cheeks, and wet black hair fell on the sand.
"How are you, Jiang Zhan?" Yan Min was shot with a strong needle, clenched his teeth and hugged him, and his tentacles only felt his body temperature was surprisingly low: "What about your clothes?"
As soon as the words came out, what he felt immediately, looked down and froze.
His neck and chest were bulging with fabrics, and Jiang Jiang's assault jacket and thermal clothing!
"Foolish! You jerk!" Yan Yan immediately became furious and immediately reached out to take off his clothes. But then he heard Jiang Zhan's extremely weak stop, although he was whispering almost lightly: "It's useless ..."
"What did you say! We can live!"
Jiang Jing shook his head, then gestured sideways and upwards, but such subtle movements seemed to exhaust his energy that he managed to pinch off, "Do you know how we fell down?"
Yan Yan looked up.
Layers of naturally growing vegetation cover the rock wall. For nearly ten meters near the ground, there are forty and fifty degree slopes covered with boulder, and further upwards are almost vertical blades.
"We bumped into a lot of trees and fell down from the top ... until we fell into the river. Here is the downstream. From the time, there are probably several miles from the explosion point."
Yan Yanran said, "Did you drag me ashore?"
The river will not form a rising tide and push them to the beach, it will only drown them. After tens of meters of death and surviving the fall process, how hard did Jiang Zhan go through, before pushing him ashore in the turbulent flowing water?
Jiang Zhan didn't answer this question, or maybe he didn't have the energy. "Rescue might ... can't get here. You take a break and wait for daylight ... you can go upstream and soon ..."
Yan Yan tucked his clothes into his neck violently: "Shut up for me! Talk to you again!"
"You are wasteful like this, and we will all ..."
"You know what a fart! Shut up!"
Jiang Zang's eyelids were down, and his lips seemed to show a trace of sad lines: "... but I can't do it, Yan Yan."
After a pause, he said, "I can't see it anymore."
Yan Yan blasted in a blast, making his eyes black, his brain blank, and he could not recover for a long time.
"... What?" He said blankly. "What is invisible? How can it be invisible? What do you mean?"
Jiang Zhan groped and stretched his hands to Yan Yan's chest, hugged his other shoulder, and buried his face completely in the still strong neck socket with warmth. It was a gesture of complete dependence and even attachment, probably the first and last time in his life.
Even in the endless darkness, I can clearly feel the familiar heart beating in my ear and hitting the eardrum.
"I don't know. I may have hit my head. Nothing, Yan Yan ... Nothing, everyone has this time, don't cry."
Yan Zheng shuddered, rolled over and wrapped Jiang Zhan in his coat, and hugged him tightly in his arms.
"Don't cry," Jiang paused and said intermittently, "I'm tired, I slept a little ... Don't do this, I'm not cold at all, it's warm. Your parents are good people, I'm sorry for them, Yang Mei was dragged down by me , The boss is not small ... "
Yan Yan gritted his teeth and pressed his back, put his head in his arms, and kept kissing the wet black hair with the smell of river water on his head.
But how could the river water be so salty, he thought wryly.
It's too salty.
Jiang Zhan's eyes were closed, his pupils were dimmed, but his eyes seemed to be completely relaxed and satisfied. He can only maintain this position. Even in such a embarrassing situation, the contours of the side face and the details of the facial features can't pick out any flaws, just like white porcelain soaked in water; his lips are pale. However, it is also very soft, and every movement when whispering is clinging to the skin on the chest.
"Very good. Finally, we are still together. Let's chat with me ... what do you want to do after you go out? This time you should be promoted. Otherwise, you will go home and inherit the coal mine. Your father and mother will be very happy……"
"Fuck you," Yan Ming gritted his teeth, "I just want to you, and then take you to get married."
Jiang Zeng laughed silently, although the smile was so weak that he could barely see, "Okay."
Yan Min's shoulders shook strangely, his eyes blurred for a while, and his throat was sore with burning pain.
"You look so good," Jiang Zan murmured, "obedient, don't cry, I'll sleep for a while."
He slowly pressed his weight against his lover's chest and closed his eyes. At that moment, Yan broke sharply and sharply: "Jiang Zhe! Don't sleep! Jiang Zhe !!!"
For a few seconds, Yan Ling's blood was cold. He grabbed Jiang Zhan's chin and forced up his face, shaking his fingers and trying to breathe under the nose, until it was determined that there was a slight qi, which should just be temporarily trapped I felt drowsy or comatose, and finally felt that my tightened heart barely resumed beating again.
"Don't sleep, it's okay," he said nervously over and over, stacking all the clothes he could pile on Jiangzhan to keep him warm. "It's okay, I'm holding you ... okay, nothing will happen."
In the distance came the news of Sosso, a figure appeared in the moonlight and slowly approached.
That's Wen Yan.
He was bruised all over and his pace was slow. He came forward and squatted down, staring at Jiang Zhan, dragging a long blood trail behind him.
"Why the aren't you dying?" Yan Yan squeezed his voice out of his teeth.
"... Look," Wen Yan tilted his head and answered, "He responded."
Yan Zheng looked down, and Jiang Zhan in the coma was obviously tense, his breathing rate was short, and he seemed very uneasy.
"Every time, even without eyes, he can hear, smell, or feel me ... so for the past three years I have believed that he did not completely lose consciousness, he just went somewhere temporarily, and eventually Wake up and come back to me. "
Wen Yansenliang's eyes showed an indescribable look, Yan Yan recognized what it was.
The lunatic went mad completely after a long twist.
"It's just different this time," he said softly with that chilling smile, "this time he's leaving with me."
Wen Yi raised his hand and reached Jiang Qingqing's side face. All his five fingernails were opened, and his flesh was blurred, just like the devil crawling out of hell. Yan clasped his hand, cracking so hard that his knuckles shook, and pushed hard with all his strength, yelling, "Get out of Lao Tzu !!"
When Wen Yan fell on the sand, Yan Yan was like a beast that was dying to fight back after his head was forced to despair. His consciousness was completely blank. He took off his coat and wrapped it in Jiang Jiang, and then rushed to hold him, grabbing his hair and going hard On the ground!
"Yeah!" Wen Yan spit his mouth full of blood, and hung his elbow around Yan Nian's neck, and threw it to the ground, without mercy, hammering on the ribs he didn't know had cracked. The fist cracks squeezed the flesh and bones, and the five internal organs and six slugs seemed to be crushed into mud, making a soothing rubbing sound.
"Why is it bad for me, ah?" Wen Qi shouted sternly, "Why do you want to have something bad for me ?!"
Yan's head was bleeding, his face was stunned, and he kicked his opponent with a kick, kicking his opponent out, roaring through the mountains: "Because of your life! You must be a disgusting drug dealer!"
Wen Yan coughed with blood and fell to the ground, Yan Yan stood up, but couldn't stand up, and the sternum had already shown a shocking sag. However, at this time, the pain had receded from all his senses. Only fanatic anger drowned the head, infusing anger into every blood vessel above and below the body; he almost crawled forward, slammed his neck, and died Throw his head on the ground and on the stone!
Huh!
Huh! !!
Every bang was accompanied by a splash of blood, and Wen Zhi could no longer make a noise. His fingers cramped and grasped Yan Yan's throat, and used all his power to hold the aorta!
"……call……"
"call……"
Jiang Zangyang was lying on the bank of the river in the night. No one saw him slowly raising his arms, and the river reflected the slender wrist bones and fingers.
He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't make a sound, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't even hear his short breath. His soul seemed to float in the void, but his right hand was numb in the messy clothes for a long time, until he finally touched a hand that was very familiar with the cold, and then held it weakly and tightly.
That's a gun.
Before the Jeep exploded, Yan Min reached the gun from the back seat and tucked it into his waist.
Destiny is like an ingenious organization. It is tightly connected on every node that may change. All sorrows and joys, all faint nuances, will eventually lead to the ending that has been written in the meditation
Jiang Zhan opened his eyes slightly and pointed his muzzle at the two figures who were stabbed not far away.
Although he was completely invisible.
"Brother Yan!"
"Brother Yan!"
"Yan Yan--"
A shout echoed the flashlight in the valley, and suddenly Han Xiaomei stood still and turned his head sharply.
Search and rescue personnel trudged between steep and slippery rocks, Ma Xiang didn't look up and asked, "What's wrong?"
"... there is light over there."
"what?"
"It's a river," Han Xiaomei narrowed his eyes, "it's a river!"
The search and rescue officers all stopped and lifted up, and saw that Han Xiaomei had dragged the loudspeaker and jumped off the rock, stumbled towards the river, and even Ma Xiang could not stop him: "Hey! Come back!"
"They won't die! They must have fallen into the river!" Han Xiaomei shouted back, and tears suddenly burst into her eyes: "As long as they fall into the river, they will definitely survive! Maybe it's already from us now Far!"
Ma Xiang was speechless.
"Brother Yan! Team Jiang!" The loudspeaker passed Han Xiaomei's desperate shout throughout the valley: "Where are you! Come back to me! Brother Yan--"
"strict……"
"Brother Yan ..."
Just like the illusion of a person in extreme despair, the sound of shadows and shadows came from the wind, and Yan Yan lost his mind.
The next moment the stalemate was broken, he turned his head and rammed his head, and was smashed into the sand by Wen Yi!
咣 Dang!
The shock made him stare at Venus, and he felt nothing but dizziness. In the fierce pain that was stretched indefinitely, he finally heard the intermittent sound in the distance, and it turned out to be Han Xiaomei!
The lifeguard has searched here!
"Talk back," Wen said with his elbows against Yan's throat, panting, mockingly, "Will they leave without talking back?"
"..." Yan Yan's face was blue, red, and purple, and he could not make any sound.
"When those people find your body, what will they say? Is it two fake tears, a false and lengthy funeral for you, or a mockery of you in your heart, you jump down and die, but nothing can change in the end. ? "
Wen Yan approached the nasty face that made him anxious, and blood flowed from his nose, every word contained a strong undisguised maliciousness:
"From the very beginning you were destined to play only a supporting role in tragedy, Yan Yan ... you are just a waste."
The two of them looked at each other at close range, Yan Yan's ten fingers all pierced Wen Wen's neck, and a few blood snaked down the fingerprints. But at this time to them, it seems that any harm or pain on the is nothing anymore, Yan Yan's fierce and fierce face is distorted because of excessive force, he turned his head to the side, and slowly made Two mouth shapes.
-Silly and forcing.
Wen Yan followed his gaze and suddenly saw that Jiang Zhan had forcibly sat up, his eyes stared away, but the muzzle was directed at them!
The river flashed a cold spot of light on the muzzle, and when he heard it for a moment, it seemed as if he had seen a joke: "Shoot, Jiang stopped?"
"..."
"You can't see it, right?"
Jiang Zhan was motionless as if he hadn't heard.
"Shoot it, or you dare not pull the trigger casually," Wen Yan gasped and smiled. "Did you kill me or kill Yan? You dare not gamble?"
Don't I dare? Jiang stopped thinking.
The vibration of the neutron popping out of the memory passed through the void, through the blood, and struck a more and more clear segment in the depths of consciousness. The familiar sound more than ten years ago rang from the ear--
boom!
Jingle.
boom!
Jingle.
boom!
...
The cartridge case fell to the ground, Jiang Zhan took off his earmuffs, and suddenly heard someone asking behind him:
"Are you a student here?"
Jiang stopped looking back, and at the gate of the empty shooting range, a tall and tall old man was standing against the light, standing with his back hands.
"……Yes."
"Seven meters and ninety-seven, the results are OK."
"You flatter me……"
"But it's bad breath."
Jiang stopped only when this was a retired old man who didn't know where to run and walked for a moment, and did not refute.
"Don't be convinced?" The old man seemed to see through his mind. "Tactical shooting is first with heart, then with brain, and finally with eyes. Wind speed, distance, angle, heartbeat, breathing, these factors must be calculated in the sniper. A perfect unity is achieved, otherwise there is a slight difference, and the error is thousands of miles away. When you pull the trigger, you pay too much attention to your eyes, but after graduation, you and the team are out of the police. Which goal will be fixed like a static target?
Jiang Zhan was packing his backpack to leave, and he shook his head helplessly: "But the grassroots regulations have been changed. Old people, now dare not fire at the police!"
"Police dare not shoot, don't criminals dare?"
I don't know why Jiang Zhan jumped in his heart and stopped subconsciously.
"Some police types always face life and death. When you shoulder the badge and shoot, the legal provisions and actual justice are under your trigger." The old man raised his finger to his left heart and clicked his temple: "Sound, feel, shoot Instinct, sensory calculations ... The sniper is not relying on a tadpole or a static target. Young man, you almost came back to practice more. "
Jiang stopped looking back and froze again. The old man nodded slightly at him, and there was an imperceptible kind of affection on his solemnly thin face, then he turned around and walked out of the shooting range.
It was the midsummer of the public university campus many years ago. The sun was bright and bright outside the gate.
Yue Guangping's upright back gradually drifted away, and eventually disappeared in those glorious years.
"Admit it, Jiang stopped." Wen Yan said regretfully, his face and half of his chest had been soaked with blood, but his eyes still flashed with unrecognizable malicious mercy: "You dare not."
At this moment, Yan Yan waved his hands heavily against the arm holding his throat tightly, twisted his left and right hands, and clicked! Wen Yan didn't expect him to be so fierce, his elbow made a crisp sound, and he suddenly bent at a terrible angle!
With a heavy muffled sound, Yan Ming kicked Wen Wen back, desperately shouting, "Jiangzhan! Now!"
Wen Yan stood firm for a few steps, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he pulled his legs toward Yan Yan!
Wind speed, distance, sound, heartbeat, breathing.
Jiang Zhan's weak gasp was condensed, and the wind sent the slightest movement in the world into his eardrum. Yan Yan's heartbeat, Wen Yan's panting, the vibration of clothing and air rubbing, the sound of the soil being squeezed by the soles of the feet ... The sound pressed everything into a plan, and immediately rose to the depths of the brain to build a stereographic projection.
Wen Yan volleyed towards Yan Yan.
Jiang Zeng raised his muzzle, and innumerable heroes reached out from the void and pulled the trigger with him—
boom! !!
The gun shot through the forest, Han Xiaomei's footsteps suddenly, looked up in shock.
Follow her line of sight through the heavy vegetation and dark night, the riverside, the bullets smashed through the air, passed through Wen Yan's throat, and raised an arc of blood arrows!
The sword is still at this moment, and it takes only a few moments, but it seems like a long tragedy comes to an end.
Wen Yan knelt on both knees, shaking a few times but finally no time, the dead body fell to the ground.
he died.
If you look carefully at the corpse, you will find that the bullet passed through the throat in exactly the same position as the village doctor who vaunted it.
China and Burma, across thousands of miles, the ties of sin suddenly broke.
Countless wailing souls who have been crying for so many years are liberated at this moment and rise to the sky.
"... Jiang Zhan," Yan Zheng muttered, "Jiang Zhan!"
Jiang stopped his hand and let it go. He fell backwards along with the recoil while the gun landed.
Yan Yan rushed forward, and the sharp roar changed the tone: "Jiang Stop! Wake up, look at me! Look at me !!"
"Jiang Team, Yan Team--"
"Yan team!"
"They are there! They are there !!!"
At the end of the river beach in the distance, the swaying light spot quickly approached, and it was the search and rescuers running towards this side.
But Yan Zheng couldn't see or feel anything.
He held his entire world in his arms.
"..." Jiang Zang's lips moved, and he seemed to say two words. Yan Yan shook his head and shook his head, only to hear him repeat it again, saying, "That's good."
He slipped his fingertips on the stern side of his face, but he could hardly feel anything.
that's nice.
Numerous comrades-in-arms appeared in the air, with a familiar and happy smile, and opened his arms to him. Jiang Zhan also smiled, and walked towards those years of cheering laughter, blood, tears, meritorious achievements, and scattered wars, turning back and looking back for the last time.
Yan Yan knelt down on the ground, holding his body, and shouting something in an effort.
You are still alive, Jiang stopped thinking.
This is really good.
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