Without his compulsion, how could Gu Jingsheng have to die...

Jing Sheng...

The name slowly whispered in her heart, her sad and smiling little face suddenly turned pale as paper, as if she was hit by a bolt from the blue. She thought she could still raise her strength to hate her, but she didn't expect that the result was so painful... it hurts as if the blood in her heart was instantly drained. Her thin wrists trembled without any strength, and she lay quietly, as if she had ushered in the end of her world.

Between the deep drowsiness, a key was vaguely heard, the door was opened, and someone walked in slowly.

The sound was familiar to her. The military boots were stepping on the floor, and the gentle and firm sound seemed to clasp the heartstrings of a person. The pale and weak figure was hot and fragile, and covered in wounds. Although she didn't have any strength, she still tightened her spine slightly invisibly when she heard the sound. Her broken five fingers gently clenched the bed sheet, and her breathing became weak.

Hosran walked in, threw down the keys and sat on the bookshelf, but did not take off his coat, and sat on the sofa outside the living room for a while.

Opposite is the large reinforced floor-to-ceiling windows unique to the high-rise. On the whole side, he vaguely remembered the day she first came to Kyoto. At that time, she was just here to study and study. The first time she came to this house, Hanfeng told him that she had been standing here with her luggage for a long time, looking away, not knowing what she was looking at.

Later, Hosran was always afraid, always thinking that she was like a weak bird, seemingly weak and very little ability, but he was always afraid that she would fly away like this.

All I remember is the scene of her carrying her luggage, from west to east, from south to north, as if there was no place for her to settle down anywhere, and she was ready to go on a long journey at any time.

But obviously, this shouldn't be the case.

The cell phone in his pocket was buzzing, and it kept ringing from the way back to Kyoto until now. He knew it was Yun Shang, and he didn't want to answer it, and he felt it was unnecessary.

There is no need for her to participate in the affairs of his world, his love and his hatred.

There was no slight movement in the bedroom.

He was so silent that he was always afraid that she would be gone.

Hosran finally got up and walked into the bedroom with a slightly dark face. Seeing that the door was still half-closed like when he left in the early morning, the angle did not change. The tiny man was lying on the bed, and he cleaned it up when he brought her back. Now the gap between his fingers slowly cracked open, staining the blood on the sheet.

I haven't eaten or moved. My face looks pale and unnatural red. I should be sick.

"..." Hosran walked over, slowly supporting her with one arm, and her fingers set out from her forehead, slowly moving down to her side face, her jaw and thin lips opened, "How can you attend his funeral like this?"

Now that the funeral has just begun, if they pass now, they can still catch up.

This sentence hit the drowsy and half-sleeping person again. His eyelashes trembled, his lips trembled, and his emotions suddenly surged up on the verge of collapse.

"You promised me..." Her hoarse voice seemed to have been soaked in a strong liquor, and it took a long time to make a hard time, and she was so angry that she was as angry as a spring. "If you are sure that it wasn't him... you will let him go..."

Huo Siran's hand slowly froze in place.

His face turned slightly pale and he said in a cold voice: "You can see it yourself, it's not the gun I fired."

She chuckled lightly, and slowly a drop of hot tears slid down the corner of her eyes, rubbed across the bridge of her nose and dripped through the other eye, and buried it in the bed sheet, saying hoarsely: "But if it weren't for you, I had parents, love, and children alone, I couldn't figure out how I would suddenly seek death by myself..." Just like Gu Jingsheng, who was in that apartment a few days ago, when he called Zhuang Jingyan, he was full of joy and hope. Apart from the forced force of such a person, she could not imagine that there would be any reason for him to commit suicide.

"I have read the report, too..." She said in a low voice, her watery eyes slowly looking at him, "He has not committed a crime... Everything he did is just to be an insider for you, and he is also a martyr after his sacrifice, right?"

Huo Siran's face was froze, and his two thin lips were pursed tightly, and he couldn't even say a word.

Part of the reason why he did this was his own, and on the other hand, he remembered the words Gu Jingsheng said before his death. Even if people all over the world knew that he had done something unbearable and that he had struggled so miserably, he also hoped that he would be clean in her cognition and the world.

He never had anything to give him, but he could afford this promise.

Pushing his lips, pursing tightly into a sharp line as sharp as a knife, Hosran stood up coldly, with complexity in his eyes as violently changing as the wind and clouds. After a while, the thin lips opened lightly and spit out a few words: "I'll go over and take a look."

Even if he is misunderstood, he, a big man, can bear it.

And the same is true, even if Gu Jingsheng's funeral is heartbreaking and heartbreaking or embarrassing, he should be the final right holder for the explanation of this matter.

He has always been able to do things that others cannot do or emotions that cannot bear.

Covering his thick eyelashes, he turned his military boots and was about to walk out, and then he heard the sound of slowly getting up behind him. It was difficult to hear. She was burning with a raging fire all over her body, and her long and trembling arms supported her upper body, and she spoke out a few heart-wrenching words: "Hosran... let's get divorced..."

This subtle whisper like a mosquito, like the strong wind blew up the dust all over the ground, and a thunderclap in the plain, blew up in my ears.

At the door, the tall and solemn figure froze completely. Huo Siran seemed to have never thought that she would say this to herself, maybe even if she died.

Lin Yitong was burned in a daze at this moment, her whole body felt hot and cold. She felt that although this sentence was so painful like a tear, she felt that it was nothing more painful. Her relatives and warmth were cruelly stripped away. The one who started was her beloved. Her life was like a cliff, kneeling on the edge of the cliff, not knowing where else she could go. She really didn't have the strength to care about how Gu Jingsheng died, because he was just dead. She had nothing to lose.

This man who once hurt her and loved her so humble that she loved her, but cruelly made her world full of blood. She felt hatred and pain when she looked at her.

Please forgive her for being unable to hold on. Forgive her for having no way to continue.

Huo Siran's body was stiff, his handsome face was pale. Before he could respond, a fucking sound came from the door, and then a "bang!" sounded, and the safe door and the wooden door inside were kicked open! What rushed in were a group of fully armed senior special police officers, holding guns at him in a standard combat posture, and then slowly walked in from outside a man in suit and tie, with his body neat and meticulous. His face appeared on the news of major TV stations almost every day. At this moment, he was respectful and nodded to him and said, "Chief Huo."

The people who came here knew it was from the armed forces of the Ministry of Public Security. These people rarely took action, but once they were alarmed, it would be a big deal. Sure enough, the man put a clerk in front of him and said with a smile: "It's really not easy to find you... The clerk was issued by Secretary Cen personally, so please let me go to the People's Hall with me."

This incident that alarmed the entire international situation has happened for so long. Even the protagonist did not show up. Even the leader was anxious. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was clearly that Hosran deliberately concealed intelligence and acted privately. However, in theory, F Country would never have the upper hand. Even if he detained these people in China, the other party would not dare to say a word. But at the same time, international relations were particularly tense, and the initiator of all this was Husran!

Huo Siran's eyes were very cold, and his thin lips were pursed lightly, as if he had known that this day would come a long time ago, so he was not afraid of anything.

But there is someone behind him.

In the half-closed crack of the door, the tiny man sat by the bed without knowing what was going on. His little face subconsciously turned pale, because he knew that this kind of formation that could shock Huo Siran was absolutely extraordinary. Even though the desolation in her heart was so solemn, she was slightly shocked by this.

The long arm stretched out and put it on the door handle of the bedroom. Slowly, but firmly closed the door and blocked her inside.

Hosran was as calm as the wind, and his thin white lips spit out two words: "Let's go."

Outside the door, there were a raucous sound of gunfire. More than a dozen cars lined up at the entrance of the community downstairs, just to "escort" this person to the center. The entire formation was a level of protection and prevention, and was solemn and fierce.

The tiny figure sat for a long time, and finally walked to the window with her already weak body. When she opened the window, she saw that more than a dozen cars, led by the municipal traffic police corps, opened an unobstructed road in the most prosperous central section of the city, driving all the way and disappearing.
Chapter completed!