B-52 bomber

He said he wanted to introduce her to a few people, and when she saw the man's face clearly, she was shocked.

Shang Yu, her little uncle! ?

The man in the center of the round sofa was wearing a black suit with sloping shoulders, and the shadows around him dimmed the light.

He raised his eyelids, his eyes dark.

"Zhao Zhao, come here."

“…”

Didn't they break off relations? Why was he so calm and composed? And why was he so affectionate?

Bai Luo ignored him and looked at Chang Liu who looked horrified.

"Sixth brother, we know each other. He is my uncle."

But the relationship had already been severed by her own hands.

In the end, he did not offend Shang Yu and showed the scars of their breakup to others.

"But why are you looking for little uncle?"

Shang Yu is a businessman, an untouchable leader in the business world. With a cold temper and ruthless tactics, no one dares to underestimate him.

Chang Liu lives outside the world of fame and fortune, so how could he sit opposite this evil god?

Chang Liu raised his glass to Shang Yu. He had no idea that the Hong Kong business tycoon had a connection with Bai Luo.

As his eyes moved, he was secretly shocked by Bai Luo's outfit tonight.

Desire is revealed in purity, and purity is hidden in desire.

He took out a photo from the inside pocket of his jacket and placed it on the table with a heavy sound.

"Xiao Zhaozhao, this person is a small-time drug trafficker that my insider recently found. He has been active in Hong Kong Island recently and I'm afraid he will sneak into Hangzhou and Hong Kong in the next few days."

His tone was firm and his eyes were sharp.

"The drug dealers have been looking for you for so many years, you must leave with me.

Hangzhou and Hong Kong are a mixed bag of good and bad people, and the risk level is too high. I can't let you make any mistakes.

As for the person following you, she must be trying to get some clues from you."

When he turned to Shang Yu, his words were clear and concise.

"Please dispatch reliable personnel to provide covert protection in case of any unforeseen circumstances."

Finally, he looked at Bai Luo, ripples in his eyes.

"Come away with me, Xiao Zhaozhao."

The neon lights swayed, casting the shadows of the three people indistinctly, as if a game was being played on the edge of a knife.

Amidst the flickering light and shadow, undercurrents surged, as if a storm was approaching.

Would Bai Luo be willing to be a pawn waiting for protection in a greenhouse?

She was determined to get involved in this game of life and death.

The slender fingers twisted the photo, revealing a man with a gloomy face and cunning and vicious eyes.

She savored it carefully and found that the man's features seemed familiar.

He vaguely resembled the scarred man who had abducted her in 2008.

Could it be his son?

His eyes gradually cooled down, and Bai Luo touched the cigarette case and lighter in his bag.

It's all empty. I forgot to bring it.

I casually glanced around the glass table. Among the various cocktails scattered around, there was only a cigarette box lying alone.

It was a brand she was not familiar with.

——Mackintosh.

Slim, minty, and cool. Stimulating and sensual.

He raised his hand and flicked the cigarette box, and the last cigarette fell out tremblingly.

The silver lighter clicked, lighting the cigarette.

"How about playing a game?"

Bai Luo smiled at everyone on the sofa, but his eyes glanced at Meng Ning, who was chatting with the person next to him in the C booth at seven o'clock.

Chang Liu's pupils suddenly shrank and he warned in a low voice.

"Xiao Zhaozhao, don't do anything stupid!"

He knew her temper well, and going against the wind only made the obstacles more severe.

But Bai Luo had already stood up and picked up seven cards from the scattered pile of playing cards, and the cards in his palm fluttered like butterflies.

"The rules are simple. Each player draws a card. The spade is the 'questioner' and the heart is the 'walker'. The questioner asks a question, and the walker must follow it. If they disobey..."

She suddenly licked the corner of the card with the burning lighter, and the paper curled up and burned black, and the pungent smell of burning spread like poisonous fog.

"This card will turn to ashes."

Chang Liu curled his lips and chuckled. He knew Bai Luo's plan perfectly. The so-called game was just a cover-up.

The bar is dimly lit, the voices are noisy, and the people are all different. The dazzling lights and the maze of wine and women are the perfect cover.

Perhaps the twisting waists on the dance floor are swimming snakes. Or perhaps the businessmen in suits and ties chatting and laughing in the entertainment area have fresh blood on their fingers.

In the cage of vanity and noise, who is not a puppet wearing an unpredictable mask?

The game begins.

The real prey and hunter are mirror images of each other in intoxication.

Outside the window, the sound of rain lingered. Round one. The first person to draw spades was Chang Liu's right-hand man. After a moment's hesitation, he asked.

"Traveler, at the three o'clock position, there's a young man in a black baseball cap. How about I get his WeChat?"

Assistant Shang Yu, who drew the red heart, looked through the tonight's rainstorm at the unruly and rebellious young man in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Of course she recognized him.

Shang Yu's half-brother.

Over the years, she has always been by Shang Yu's side, secretly investigating many secrets for him.

For example, the incident in 2008 where Bo Yi was mistakenly captured by drug traffickers. Or the latest developments of the criminal gang that kidnapped Bai Luo.

She was a living piece in this dangerous chess game, and Shang Yu was even more so. As for his younger brother Bo Yu, he was a hidden variable in the entire game.

"Let's go big right away."

The assistant was wearing a red velvet strapless long dress, with sparkling red lips, looking noble and cool.

Wearing seven-centimeter high heels, she walked gracefully towards the booth surrounded by stars.

The thin cigarette between Bai Luo's fingers burned to the end, and the flames reflected his cold eyebrows.

She understood Assistant Chang Liu's deliberate actions and had initially wanted to avoid involving Bo Qi, but after learning of his background as a drug control professional, she had no choice.

The student information of Hangzhou University's anti-drug major has never been leaked, but with Chang Liu's skills, he must know it well.

But why only him?

What was the shadow of Bo Yi's childhood?

This game tonight is destined to be interesting.

In the dimly lit booth B, a young man wearing a retro baseball cap was sitting with smoke lingering at the corners of his lips.

As soon as Bai Luo left, he picked up a mint cigarette and held it between his teeth.

He thought the girl only had a date with one other person, but who the hell knew that his half-brother was there.

But it is far less burning than the other crack.

I don't understand why she likes men with scars on their faces?

Not as handsome as him, not as tasteful as him, not as caring as him.

I was also quite surprised by Bai Luo tonight. He seemed like a completely different person, with a completely different temperament.

The blue fireworks in his palm ignited the playing cards, cleanly and quickly. I don't know what game they're playing. Anyway, I won't play with him.

Next second.

A woman in a bright red dress and with a devilishly hot body stood in front of him with a goblet in her hand.

"Brother, please give me your contact information."

No one can resist beauty.

But he remained indifferent. The dim light obscured the boy's features, only faintly outlining a pair of fierce eyes.

Across the sound of the torrential rain, I encountered a pair of charming and world-weary eyes.

"add."

One single word.

“…”

Is he part of her play?

The night was filled with torrential rain, a hearty and uninhibited experience. Bo Xi sighed and slowly retrieved the WeChat QR code.

The woman thought he would be difficult to woo, but she didn't expect that he would eventually fall at her feet and become her slave.

"bite!"

The prey took the bait.

Bai Luo, who was sitting in the middle of the sofa in booth A, curled his lips silently.

So obedient.

In a split second, the VX notification sound flashed by.

She lowered her eyes.

[You owe me a favor.]

“…”

No wonder he added v obediently.

What do you want?

After replying, she turned off the phone.

In the second round, the spade fell into Bai Luo's palm.

"Traveler, to the lone man in the southeast, toast."

Shang Yu, who drew the red heart, picked up a strong cocktail at random.

The man in a suit and tie in the entertainment area subconsciously averted his eyes and tensed his back.

It's all in vain.

"one person?"

Shang Yu's height cut the boundary between light and dark, and the shadow poured down, shrouding the man in darkness.

"You're exposed."

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and the curve at the corner of his lips was more bitter than a bitter smile.

"Boss, I..."

Shang Yu's face was calm and he casually touched the man's wine glass.

The four words that fell from his thin lips were inherently sharp.

“Have fun.”

The man tried his best to remain calm, but his peripheral vision passed Shang Yu's shoulder line and fell on the girl with bold hair in booth A.

How did she discover herself?

In the third round, it was Chang Liu's turn to hold spades. He stared at Bai Luo with a smile, a dark tide surging in his eyes.

"Traveler, at the seven o'clock direction, there's a girl with short hair, let's be friends."

Bai Luo, who drew the red heart, raised the corner of his lips silently.

The night's torrential downpour was incessant and unending. By this point, everyone was in, and no one could escape unscathed.

Her slender fingers picked up a glass of milky sweet wine and took a sip.

It tastes sweet but not burning.

Several figures were sprawled on the circular sofa in booth C, some laughing uncontrollably, others chatting away.

Only Meng Ning was cold and indifferent, which seemed out of place.

The multicolored chandelier flickered, as if fate were blinking. Bai Luo crossed his arms, his slender legs moving closer like lotus flowers.

The group was silent for a moment.

We are all students of Hangzhou University. Although I have never met him in person, I have viewed his photos on the forum countless times.

But the real person is far more stunning than the image.

Definitely a beauty.

"Brother, can you give up your seat?"

He pinched his throat deliberately.

The boy sitting opposite Meng Ning felt his ears turn red, scratched his head shyly, and spoke haltingly.

“Yes…yes.”

Bai Luo sat down, legs casually crossed, the diamonds on the toe of his flip-flops gleaming.

"How about playing a game?"

She held the wine glass calmly, smiling faintly, but in an instant she looked cold and indifferent.

A group of people looked at each other, at a loss.

What's going on? Uninvited?

Is the school beauty an E-personality?

Meng Ning, who seemed to be staying out of the matter tonight, moved his lips calmly.

"What are you playing?"

"Disappearing Game."

Bai Luo raised the end of his eyebrows. The phone in his hand vibrated at an inopportune moment.

His eyes fixed.

[you. ]

Bo Yi wants her?!

He is confessing???

His cheeks flushed, and he typed calmly.

[?]

In a moment, another line of words flashed in the dialog box.

What do you think?

“…”

Tease her again.

[I have no idea. ]

She poked the screen hard.

"It's a very interesting name. We can play with it."

Some boys were eager to join in.

The rest followed suit.

"It's such an honor to play games with the school beauty."

"What are the rules of the game?"

Bai Luo glanced at the messy table and grabbed two dice.

"The rules of the game are simple: two six-sided dice. Take turns rolling the dice clockwise and execute according to the result."

There are three possible outcomes for the dice. If both numbers are the same, the player disappears.

When the total points are 7, the next player is "forced to disappear".

Other results mean a safe pass and the game continues."

The game begins.

In the first round, Huangmao threw the dice with his finger and they spun and rolled down.

Four and two are fixed, pass.

The quiet girl closed her eyes and prayed, and the dice stopped at one and five, and she passed the test by luck.

She breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had just returned from the gates of hell.

The corners of Bai Luo's lips curled up into a half-smile, as if he was a spectator sitting on the clouds, watching the absurd drama with cold eyes.

In the "Disappearing Game" chess game, every step is like a single-plank bridge hanging over the abyss. One wrong step will lead you to fall into the endless abyss.

But the fatal temptation entangles people's hearts, making them addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

It’s all about the heartbeat.

As the light and shadow flicker, the game progresses and more and more people disappear.

A strange aura grew wildly.

When Meng Ning rolled the dice, his wrist moved as smoothly as flowing water. The dice landed, and three and one were in harmony.

"continue."

The second round begins.

The boy with the wolf tail rolled the dice with confidence, and the four and five overlapping points on the dice reflected his smile of surviving a disaster.

The dice clattered faster and faster, like the creaking of a night watch. The curse of a sum of seven descended, and the next player rolled the dice with trembling fingers.

The dice froze, and the scarlet number of double six burned everyone's pupils.

Before they knew it, Bai Luo and Meng Ning were the only ones left on the spacious circular sofa.

Bai Luo stands at the center of the vortex. Is he the chess player or a puppet in the game?

No one knows.

Where is Meng Ning?

There is an invisible hand hidden in the chess game, and she is the shadow cast by the invisible hand.

The game is Bai Luo's turn.

He was not in a hurry to roll the dice, but instead looked at the torrential rain tonight through the dim light.

There were no people in booth B in front of the floor-to-ceiling window anymore, probably they had left.

I randomly picked up a high-end cigarette box on the table.

——ESSE.

The lemon fruit flavor is strong and the tone is cool.

Grayish-white smoke obscured the alluring beauty's bones. Bai Luo threw the two dice in his hands together.

When the dice rolled, the sound had long lost its clarity and became more like the friction of rusty iron soaked in blood.

The dice stop at one point and double up.

game over.

Bai Luo is the loser. Meng Ning is the winner.

Bai Luo snuffed out the thin cigarette, which had burned a third of its way. She stood with her arms folded, slightly bent at the waist, and leaned in close to whisper in Meng Ning's ear.

"Bad guys are the best at disguising themselves. And what I'm pretending to be is being alive."

Life and death, friend and foe, are but fleeting illusions.

Bai Luo's back melted into the shadows, leaving only a whisper hanging in the air.

“You think you’re playing a game, but in reality… you’re becoming the game itself.”

Is the game over?

No. The real game of chess has just begun, and the first card has just been revealed.

All chess games in the world are reflections in a mirror.

*

The rain in the south in September is lingering and the sound goes on into the night.

Bai Luo went to a nearby convenience store and bought a pack of his usual mint cigarettes, then returned covered in mist.

Just as I was about to tell Chang Liu about my decision, the cell phone rang impatiently.

My mother's phone call.

After passing the dance floor filled with shadowy figures and a hazy and unrestrained atmosphere, she chose a deserted corner.

A giant one-way mirror reached the ceiling. Bai Luo sat slumped on the cold tile floor, his skull pressed heavily against the see-through glass.

"bite!"

The call is connected.

The mother started to scold her.

"What do you mean today? I don't have the right to control you now, right? Asking you to transfer some money is harder than climbing to heaven. Why did I give birth to such a cold-blooded thing like you?"

"Which other daughter doesn't obey her parents in everything? What about you? You're an ungrateful bastard! If I had known you were so heartless, I should have thrown you on the side of the road to feed the dogs, so you wouldn't be mad at me now!"

The cold corridor was empty, and the mother's harsh and sarcastic words echoed loudly.

Bai Luo bit his lip, unable to hold back the tears in his eyes. A thousand words choked in his throat, but he only managed one accusation.

"Mom, I've transferred all my money to you. What else do you want?"

If she was really cold-blooded and heartless, how could she transfer all her scholarships and hard-earned money to others day after day for years?

Nearly 100,000 yuan was saved penny by her 21-year-old hands, but now she has less than 1,000 yuan left.

Her mother's angry voice pierced her eardrums across the ocean.

"If you don't transfer the money today, our relationship as mother and daughter will be severed. From now on, you go your way and I go mine. I'll just pretend you're not my daughter! Anyway, you only care about yourself and don't consider us a family at all!"

The clear glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows was flooded with black rain, and the mottled reflection was of a tired figure.

Hot tears rolled down his pale face.

"Mom, you were the one who didn't want me first. You were the one who abandoned me first. I was only five years old at that time. You were the one who left with someone else first and abandoned me and Dad."

If she really didn't take the blood-thicker-than-water ties of family into her heart, she would never have taken the initiative to contact her mother after the college entrance examination.

She longs for maternal love and the warmth of family.

What is left behind is endless loneliness, the torture of illness, and the pain of abuse.

The heaviest rain falls in a corner where no one can hear it.

"Don't mention your father to me. He's been dead for so many years. Why do you still mention him? He's useless. He can't give me and my child a good life. Why can't I choose a better life?"

When Bai Luo mentioned his beloved father, tears fell like crazy.

"You can't say that about Dad."

"Why can't I tell you? If he hadn't insisted on participating in that undercover mission, he might not have been tortured to death by drug dealers. Why didn't you die from drug dealers like your father? Then you could see him. You don't have to stay here and make me angry."

Bai Luo was suffocating from crying. The oxygen around him was thin, replaced by supersaturated water vapor.

My heart was filled with despair. I missed and admired my father endlessly, and was heartbroken and disappointed by my mother's words.

"Mom, Dad sacrificed his life for justice. He is our pride. Dad's choice was not wrong. He loved us and this family."

She didn't die at the hands of drug dealers, but she almost died from severe depression.

That year, the white particles were her last lifebuoy.

Breathing is a slow suffocation, and living is a long collapse.

"What is he loving? All this talk is just because you don't see me as your mother. Let's break up from today. From now on, you can love as much as you want, and I will never stop you!"

"Buzz!"

The call was disconnected.

Only the ridiculous sound of rain remains, each sound hurting my heart.

Mother's love is a burning pain.

Mother.

This time I don't want you.

The monsoon winds sweep across the warm Pacific Ocean.

The rain in Hangzhou and Hong Kong cannot fall on Mount Fuji.

A mother's love is always in vain.

Perhaps there are some things you don’t need to grasp, like the light of fireflies on a summer night, a figure that never stops running, or a carefree young man known to everyone.

She loosened her palm.

Let the past self finally be free.

The rain is drifting outside the window, she is drifting in the mirror, and no one is the reflection of anyone.