svetikya Chapter 291
Chapter 291
Looking at the forty-year-old old dove in front of him, because of winning the game, his face bloomed with a childlike innocent and bright smile, that look like a child who got the most beloved toy, Zhang Xing couldn't help laughing, which formed a sharp contrast with the serious image of the old dove on weekdays.
After catching the big fish, the old dove put down the mobile phone with satisfaction, and then moved his eyes away from the mobile phone screen, and looked at Zhang Xing carefully. Then, he took out a cigarette slowly, lit one for himself, and then threw one to Zhang Xing.
In an instant, the car was shrouded in a faint smoke. After the smoke slowly rose and lingered, the old dove sighed softly, breaking the brief silence in the car.
"It was Lao Geng who covered you to escape."
The first sentence of the old dove mentioned Geng Jianhui, which made Zhang Xing's heart instantly seem to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and pain and struggle surged in his heart.
However, Zhang Xing also knew that he had to face this matter anyway, like a gully that he had to cross sooner or later. Perhaps the old dove had guessed this result from the moment Geng Jianhui did not appear with Zhang Xing. It might be an intuition based on years of working together and familiarity with each other's style of doing things.
"Yes, the team leader left the chance of survival to me."
Zhang Xing's eyes gradually became red. He tried hard to suppress the grief that surged like a tide in his heart, and tried desperately to drive out the images of the last tearful farewell with team leader Geng Jianhui at the iron gate from his mind. However, those scattered images were like a group of uncontrollable ghosts, involuntarily drilling into his mind, and each image was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart.
After hearing this answer, the old dove was silent for a while, and there was not much grief on his face, as if such a result had been expected by him.
He slowly reached out and patted Zhang Xing's shoulder gently, as if conveying a silent power.
"Since your team leader has left you the chance to live, you have to live well for him. In our line of work, there will be such a day sooner or later. It depends on luck. If you are lucky, it will be later; if you are unlucky, it will be earlier."
"Lao Geng is the one with bad luck. Since the day I met him in the bureau, I felt that he has always had bad luck. But he is such a good person. Even if he is unlucky, he will not complain about the environment around him, let alone vent his negative emotions. He just silently endures everything."
"I am different. If I am unhappy, no one around me will be happy. I will disturb all the people under my command. They all felt bad. Actually, I didn't want to make them feel bad, but there was no way. I had to have an outlet to vent my emotions. So all the members of our second brigade called me the living devil in these years. In their eyes, I was a bad guy through and through. "
"But Lao Geng, whether in front of the leaders or in front of you subordinates, he was a good man who was both a teacher and a friend. As the old saying goes, good people don't live long, and evil people will last for thousands of years. In the past seven or eight years, I was hit by three light bullets, the closest of which was only a few centimeters away from my heart, but I managed to crawl back from the gates of hell. This world is sometimes really unfair. "
Speaking of this, the old dove slowly took out an orange from the bag.
Under the dim interior lights, the orange skin glowed slightly, as if it was given some special meaning.
He then took out a knife from his pocket without any hurry, and gently and carefully cut a small hole in the orange. Instantly, a fresh fragrance emanated, spreading in the slightly dull air in the car.
Then, he put the unfinished cigarette into the small hole of the orange, and then placed the orange steadily on the front deck.
The cigarette in the orange on the deck continued to burn, and the smoke slowly rose. After the smoke touched the car window, it gently slid down, as if all the thoughts were condensed here, with an unspeakable sorrow and remembrance.
"Old Geng, have a good journey. You have been a good person for too long in this life. I know that after you go down there, no matter how others persuade you, you will definitely choose to be a good person. If you are willing to be a bad person, you will not be Old Geng, so I will not persuade you to be a bad person, but I hope that while you are a good person, you will not wrong yourself. You should lose your temper when you should, and you should scold people when you should."
"We brothers will meet down there sooner or later. When we meet down there, your qualifications are higher than mine, and I will have to trouble you to take care of me again, just like when I entered the bureau.Just like when you take care of me later, you are the elder brother and I am the younger brother. "
Zhang Xing watched the scene quietly, and many feelings surged in his heart. The old dove used this simple way that belonged to him to commemorate Geng Jianhui's soul. It seemed casual and simple, but it contained his endless grief.
Zhang Xing could also see that although the old dove looked calm and without too many traces of sadness, he must be extremely sad in his heart.
And Zhang Xing also noticed that there were two oranges in the bag, so he couldn't help but guess that the two oranges in the bag might have been prepared by the old dove in advance. One was for Geng Jianhui, and the other might be for himself.
When the cigarette on the front row of the platform burned out, the wisp of smoke slowly dissipated in the air, like a disappearing soul, the old dove slowly turned his eyes and asked Zhang Xing with a slightly serious look:
"Okay, now it's your turn to tell us about the details of this trip to Guangjue Temple. "
Zhang Xing was slightly stunned and nodded.
Then he told Lao Banjiu how he sneaked into the back mountain of Guangjue Temple, entered the tunnel, met the team leader Geng Jianhui again in the tunnel, and the two found the underground experimental base built by the Japanese under the tunnel, the M pill, Junji Watanabe's Ten Swords Plan, Guangjue Temple, the police force, and the connection between government agencies and the Japanese.
After listening, Lao Banjiu frowned and sighed:
"Things are more complicated than I thought. Facts have proved that the real situation is often more cruel than one's imagination. "
Zhang Xing nodded in agreement. When he was young, he always felt that some plots in TV and novels were made up by the authors and screenwriters to attract attention. He always felt that those plots were full of fiction and exaggeration and would never happen in real life.
But as he grew older and gained more experience, he gradually understood that reality is often more realistic and cruel than the plots written by screenwriters and novelists. The darkness and conspiracy that he once thought would only appear in stories actually exist around him.
Zhang Xing then took out the photos he had taken. Those photos were the evidence they had exchanged for their lives. They seemed particularly heavy in his hands at this time. He now had absolute trust in Lao Banjiu and felt that Lao Banjiu was someone who could help him move forward. But when he took out the photos and handed them to Lao Banjiu, he was rejected by Lao Banjiu.
Lao Banjiu sighed and said slowly: "These are the things that Lao Geng fought hard to get back. I don't think they are suitable. In fact, I don't need to see them. I can't help you much if I see them. "
Old Banjiu's words made Zhang Xing a little confused again. He didn't quite understand what Old Banjiu was thinking.
Old Banjiu pushed the photo box back into Zhang Xing's hands, and then said:
"Put it away. Let me ask you, what do you want to do with these photos? Or, what is your next plan?"
Zhang Xing's eyes flashed with determination, and he said only two words with a firm gaze: "Kyoto!"
Old Banjiu did not show any surprise on his face, but nodded calmly and said meaningfully: "I guessed it. "
Zhang Xing also knew that Lao Banjiu had guessed it, because the escape route he arranged was actually heading towards Kyoto. Starting from Wudaopo, crossing Wudaopo, you can go straight to Kyoto.
"Going to Kyoto is a good choice, but I want to remind you that a small territory like ours is already so complicated. The environment in Kyoto will only be more complicated than you think. Once you go there, whether you can take off your national security uniform or not is another matter, and you may even lose your life. Kyoto is a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, and various forces are intertwined. Some means can make you disappear quietly in this world, and even your family has nowhere to speak. At that time, you can't cry out to the sky or the earth."
"Besides, you finally escaped from the underground base, which can be regarded as a narrow escape. Don't you want to untie these so-called family and country shackles and the so-called shackles of responsibility, go to a place where no one knows you, and live your life comfortably? "
Zhang Xing listened to what Lao Banjiu said, and his mood was a little dazed.
Who doesn't want to live a comfortable and stable life? Get up every day to greet the morning sun, go home with the sunset, no danger, no conspiracy, no life and death, but who can really live a comfortable and stable life?
At least Zhang Xing couldn't do it a long time ago, because his comrade was still lying in the hospital bed, and his team leader used his body to block the enemy's bullets for him in order to keep him alive. If he can't uncover the truth, smash the enemy's conspiracy, and fulfill their wishes, then even if he lives, what's the point?
Some growthIt was accomplished through experience. If Zhang Xing had not experienced all this, he might not have thought about the meaning of life and the value of death in his life, but now that he has experienced it, he must think about it and pay the price.
"Think about it! But I can't!"
Faced with the question of the old dove, Zhang Xing gave a clear answer.
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