Chapter 130:

As the task force's weakest force now, An Yan's work is to the back of the night tonight-he is following a squad to arrest residual criminals and evacuate civilians along the street. At the same time provide all possible IT technical support.
It was so rainy that An Yan's glasses could not be seen anymore. He took out the cloth, carefully wiped the water vapor on it, and put it on again. In his mind, I remembered the information he had searched for-the waste city Park Luo, the devastating landslide predicted by experts, and the rain tonight ... which always made him feel uneasy. But he has always been a rational person who does not rely on intuition, so his mind is still firm and keen.
At this time, the team came to a house on the corner of the street with a red cross sign on the door.
An Yan had heard Bo Jinyan mentioned Wen Rong, and now the goods were seriously injured and unconscious in the hands of the police. He also heard Bo Jinyan telling separately: Wen Rong said that they had a return gift to them, and they should be careful when they act. An Yan froze, motioning the special policemen to enter this room with themselves.
Before entering the room, An Yan glanced quickly for a week, and even stared at each of the corner slits carefully. No strange lines and switches were found, so it was determined that at least no bombs were placed on the periphery. He followed the SWAT into the house.
The house is small, with only two rooms inside and out. Due to the lessons learned, An Yan is alert at this moment like a hunting dog. When he turns on his bomb detector, there is still nothing unusual. He relaxed.
At this time, a special police officer who entered the back room shouted, "Here is a big box!"
An Yan ran in immediately.
This is a simple bedroom. Beds, tables, and curtains are all plain and generous colors. Only on the open space beside the bed was a large box nearly two meters long, 80 cm wide and 50 cm high. It's metallic, all silver-white, and it even has electricity on one end. The top looks like a lid, but now it fits tightly, and there is also an LCD control panel on the lid, which faintly emits the sound of water.
An Yan's mind was stunned.
Look at the size of the box, just lie down.
"Open slowly," he said.
Several armed police forces joined forces and pushed with him. The lid is extremely heavy, but it is not motionless. With the efforts of everyone, it slowly and slowly slides open.
An Yan first saw a long black hair floating in the water.
Suddenly he heard Bo Jinyan's words in his ears:
He said ... left a gift for us.
Maybe to harm our companions.
...
Some kind of unspeakable strong emotion suddenly hit his heart. He was so terrified that he remembered the last time Gu Fangmi had called him six days ago, and never contacted again. However, he participated in the planning of the general attack operation at the headquarters and was too busy to completely forget about it ... The flashlight in his hand fell to the ground, grasping the cover with both hands, and started pushing back as hard as he could. The special policemen nearby were startled and stopped him quickly: "An Yan! What's wrong with you? Be careful of traps!"
However, An Yan simply ignored it and shouted, "Let go!" Several special police officers saw that he was like this, and helped push it together. Finally, a bang, the heavy cover was pushed away!
Inside, there was a man lying.
She was wrapped in ropes all over, and she could not see that she could not escape the birth due to the heavy cover. The inner surface of the box was clean and smooth, and there was no trace of struggle. The water had drowned the top of her head, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, her brows lightly locked. She is so beautiful and young, she also wears T-shirts and shorts often worn at home, and her long legs are invincible. People have been soaking in the water for a long time, and the water is still rising slowly, and it seems that it will overflow.
An Yan stood idly.
"Hurry up!" A special policeman picked her up from the water.
"Are you still angry?" Someone asked.
"Out of gas ... who will she be?"
An Yan erupted a scream, and suddenly fell to her knees, clasping her cold body tightly with her hands.

Jian Yao's skill is not worth the butterfly killer anyway.
When she woke up, she found herself lying on a boat. The cabin was small and old, clean and tidy. A goose-yellow lamp hung overhead. Waving gently with the waves. The hatch was open, sitting alone at the bow.
Jian Yao remembered the scene where she faced Luo Lang's eyes before her coma, and her cold sweats came out. She never expected that Luo Lang was both the butterfly killer and ... the mask killer's leader? But she remembered all the things they had with each other for more than a year, as well as Bo Jinyan and her portraits of the butterfly killer. It was unreasonable to justify this fact ...
With all kinds of doubts, Jian Yao got up and walked towards him.
He noticed, stood up, and turned to look at her. He had a cigarette in his hand, unlike an ordinary person, sandwiched between his and ring finger. He squinted slightly, looked at her for a moment, then went into the cabin.
Jian Yao paused. She could see his face clearly by the dim light in the cabin. Yes, that face is always the same, even the mole on the eyebrow is exactly the same. It cannot be another person in this world. And in this world, there will never be a second person looking at her with such eyes. So heavy, deep, and sad, exactly the same as his eyes before the cliff.
But why did Jian Yao feel that he was different?
A thought ran across her mind like Mars: the butterfly killer and the mask killer, obviously two completely different portraits ...
He stood still a few steps away from her, and seemed a bit difficult to open his teeth. He raised his hand and took another cigarette. When Jian Yao saw his smoking gesture, his heart trembled.
"Jane Yao." He said with a dumb throat, "I'm sorry, I did something to disgust you again."
Jian Yao stared at him with those black and white eyes: "Since I know I will be disgusted, why do I keep doing it?"
Luo Lang seemed to be stabbed in the sore spot, and her body trembled slightly.
"Sorry, I can't control it. I ... how to be patient and want to be with you." He said, "Jian Yao, listen to me, I will never hurt you. It took me so long, Guarded by your side, but get nothing ... This ship will sail to the China-Myanmar border. As long as you follow me, I no longer need other love stories, no other life. Park Luo has collapsed Then, the whole will be drowned by mudslides. We survive and I will take you away. I will make you forget all the past, just remember me, only our warm and happy future. "
Jian Yao was horrified, and for a moment, she almost believed that this was his crazy speech from the heart. But when she looked up, she saw the eyes of Luo Lang again, the eyes that were so bright and strange, that she suddenly realized that she was astonishing! One of the simplest, but most incredible conclusions, just rushed into her mind.
"You are not Luo Lang!" She blurted out.