Chapter 2: sequence

Nothing happened, it was an empty gun.
From the beginning to the end, Chu Huan didn't even blink his eyelids, he stood there straight, his eyes half open, sleepless and indifferent.
The guests snorted: "No response, bad review."
After listening to this, Chu Huan immediately tilted his head back to face, and moved his cervical spine back and forth, and said with a tone of chanting, "Ah, I am dead."
The guest held up his brim to reveal a stiff face belonging to a middle-aged man. His gaze walked around Chu Huan, slashing through his flesh like a knife, and said straightly: "I know it is late now Yes, but you should n’t be so unprepared. "
Chu Huan didn't say anything. He just smiled. The corners of his mouth were a little sharp. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed and he looked a bit bad. Coupled with a pair of rimless glasses, he was as bad as a legendary beast.
The clothes and beasts said slowly: "Pharaoh, please raise your head back, lift your head and look at the shape of the moon, and then say" aubergine "?"
The old king froze for a moment, and then, as if he understood something, he took a small step back and sighed, "You are this person ..."
Chu Huan pulled out a small plastic beetle with large fingernails from his pajama pocket, like a toy mobile phone chain hanging on a mobile phone. He flipped the beetle's wings and saw that it was actually a cipher. Each digital button was only a large rice grain. With the thickness of the fingers of an adult man, Chu Huan was able to enter a sixteen-digit password very quickly on this cryptic device, which was too small.
There was a soft sound from the door, and the ear of Pharaoh moved involuntarily. He found that on both sides of the door, at the position where he was standing, there was a very thin light flashing quickly at the height of the throat. Ever.
This caused his throat to roll involuntarily-the gadget could cut off his neck before he even felt it.
"Crack." Chu Huan squeezed his eyes on a cold-sweet guest, and then turned around unguardedly, leaving the uninvited guest late at night with a slender but haggard back.
Pharaoh walked into the room. Although his expression was very relaxed, his shoulder muscles were tense. His eyes swept involuntarily across the space, and finally found a Feng Shui treasure. He sat down without waiting for it-it was a A small single sofa placed alone in the corner of the wall. The person sits on it, the side face is against the wall, and the window can be seen through the gap between the curtains.
Even if this is the eighteenth floor.
A dim bedside lamp was lit on Chu Huan's bedside, and it was the only light source in the whole room, but neither of them had any opinion on lighting.
Lao Wang Dou occupied the magpie's nest and occupied his seat. Chu Huan stepped in his footsteps. Because of his politeness, he asked politely, "What do you want to drink?"
This normal manner of hospitality made the Pharaoh have the illusion of "he is normal", so he was a little relieved. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the cat climbing frame at Chu Huan's house and asked casually, "What is it?"
Chu Huan: "Boiling water and tap water."
Pharaoh: "..."
The hospitality.
Lao Wang coughed and expressed his intentions straightforwardly: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't come here to harass you at this hour intentionally, there is an important matter, you must tell you immediately-'Little Devil' is not dead, it is said that he has already entered. "
Chu Huan held the kettle, and for a long time, he hummed, lowered his eyes, and used the attitude of making tea to pour a glass of boiled water seriously to his guests. After shaking his wrist, the water surface was just right. The mouth of the glass is flush, with few drops and many drops.
"Come here, I'm retired, so I don't have to go to reception?"
Lao Wang: "Retirement can still be hired, and the little ghost is coming, is the big ghost still far away?"
Chu Huan gently placed the kettle on the cushion in the corner of the table.
Pharaoh leaned heavily on the back of the sofa, pulled out the cigarette case, and pulled out a dot: "Hey, where is the soot bomb?"
Chu Huan pulled out a huge fruit tray from the coffee table and handed it to him, pushed the solitary little apples together and made a place: "This."
"Sophisticated enough." Pharaoh spit out a long ring of smoke and habitually flicked the soot, although nothing flicked down, "The imp is clearly directed at you this time, you know the two ghosts, both It's a tortoise, rarely coming out on my own. I missed this opportunity. I don't know that I will wait until the monkey year and the next month. I don't want to watch them both die at all. "
Chu Huan leaned over and pulled out the cigarette case in Pharaoh ’s pocket, and also lighted himself a cigarette. The two men were face to face across a fruit bowl, silently face to face, rather than not speaking.
The old king mentioned that it was a notorious international criminal gang in the first few years. Every country has a different name, and it is generally called "two ghosts" in China.
These two ghosts are all poisonous and poisonous, and they are involved in all kinds of business. In fact, it does not matter at all-mainly because they also financially and secretly subsidize several groups of terrorist organizations. This is the group of terrorists who are ready to blow up buildings, buses and subways.
For this passerby, chopping grass can't eliminate the roots, and will inevitably poison the future generations.
Three years ago, after a long period of preparation and planning, several countries in the circle of East Asia and Southeast Asia finally launched a joint "fighting ghost" operation. The two tasks of anti-terrorism and arresting were carried out in parallel and simultaneously. As the most important part of the whole operation, Chu Huan spent six years in the "two ghosts". He personally abolished the "little ghost" and lifted the "big ghost" home.
That time, "Battered Ghosts" succeeded in making the infamous "Two Ghosts" disappear in the world, of course, there are also flaws-the little ghost did not die in one breath, and the big ghost ran away.
When Bin Laden stayed dead for a day, the Americans were restless. Now the big ghost is dead, and everyone is restless.
Chu Huan silently smoked a whole cigarette to the buttocks, and stayed at the ash for a while, then slowly said: "Oh, well, then I will meet my old friends."
He promised to be very happy, and the Pharaoh was not surprised. The ghost fighting was extremely tragic at that time. At the expense of countless years, no one would think of the two ghosts more than Chu Huan.
Pharaoh raised his head and looked carefully at Chu Huan's house again. It was actually a house. In fact, the bachelor who poured soot into the fruit bowl had a ghost day, and his toes were also conceivable.
Lao Wang left the official business expression and softened his face: "How are you doing recently?"
"It's good." Chu Huan obscured him with two words. The man stretched his slender limbs slightly, like a lazy lion basking in the sun, and looked like a big cat. When he said this, he slightly sideways He turned his head and looked in the direction of the curtains, as if he could see the night of the city through the thick black cloth, but he refused to meet the eyes of the old king.
The old king saw his perfunctory, and his heart sank slightly, instructing him to say: "Is there any requirement in life that can be put forward, and the organization will definitely satisfy you as much as possible."
Chu Huan hung his signature smirk on his face: "I may still lack a wife."
The old king glared at him: "No one tells you that you are a matchmaker. I want your daughter-in-law to go out and find out all the time. I pierce the house all day, and I think you can marry the cat."
Chu Huan: "... Brother Wang, my cat is a father-in-law."
He was not serious, and there was no way to communicate normally. The old king was like a big brother and said: "Brother Wang is not playing with you, you are young, do n’t always be bored at home all day, this pile When the matter is over, I can recommend you to change jobs, find a lighter job, how about sitting in the office? If you stay so simple, you will be mentally prone to depression. "
Chu Huan's hippie smiled, unable to enter.
Lao Wang said this, but he still couldn't hear it, and he couldn't take it. He sighed, left him a gun and a few boxes of ammunition, and patted Chu Huan's shoulder: "You ... ... Alas, take care. "
Sending the guests away, Chu Huan blew the whistle and closed the door. Then he walked back to the bed, squatted down, reached under the edge of the bed, and groped for a small switch all the way. Small cover, there is also a password plate.
Chu Huan did n’t put his head in it, it was useless. There were no numbers on the password grid. The order of each key is disordered. You need to bring the date into a complex formula to calculate. number.
With a beep, Chu Huan had entered the six-digit password, the bed edge flashed with light, and the bed that was 50 centimeters thick slowly cracked, revealing a horizontal and vertical tool box, and a military thorn hanging beside the box , Triangular body, off-white, with no trace of light on the blade, standing there silently and hoarsely.
If the password is wrong or the device is attempted to be violently destroyed, the card will not be swallowed, and the account will not be frozen.
There are many layers after the box is opened, there are everything in it, all kinds of old file bags, dozens of ID documents.
It took Chu Huan a while to sort out everything inside. Finally, he drew a picture from the bottom of the box.
The picture shows a middle-aged man, holding a little boy with no expression on his face.
However, Chu Huan remembered that the original body was not a smudge, it was a child's body written in a line of pencils. The time was too long, and it was already spent. What did it write?
Um ... seems to be "Daddy and Me".
At that time, Chu Aiguo was still so young.
He was holding the photo, and he didn't know what his thoughts were. He knelt on the cold floor for a long time.
For a long time, there was a soft sound from the top of the closet, as if something hit the metal frame above, Chu Huan recovered, and then he yelled, "Da Mi?"
The only living thing in the room except him, the big mic on the top of the closet did not answer, and Chu Huan lowered his head, pulled out the army thorn, and then put all the other things to a blaze.
He had a hunch that he would never come back whether he was dead or alive.