Chapter 28 See you tomorrow
Wen Nianchu was silent.
Because she heard the undercover's final roar in the video:
“Justice—never walks alone!”
Wen Nianchu had always considered herself a cold-hearted person, but at this moment, her eyes felt strangely hot. She quickly lowered her eyelashes, suppressing the untimely dampness in her heart. When she raised her eyes again, they were clear and bright.
Wen Nianchu asked calmly:
"Is this man dead?"
Mo Ruyan didn't light a cigarette, but she was playing with her lighter, and the metal cover made a crisp clicking sound when it opened and closed:
"It's alive. Such a good bait, it would be a pity if it died."
"After all, some people live in this world and appear to be alive, but they are actually dead."
For Mo Ruyan, the note that delivered the message had already been sentenced to death and there was no way to change it.
These innocuous words are just some last words before death.
After hearing Mo Ruyan's answer, Wen Nianchu crossed his arms, leaned on the sofa and said:
"But some people will always live in people's hearts even after they die."
Although she knew that there was no point in refuting the other party at this point in time, she still subconsciously defended the person in the video.
Perhaps, she was also infected by the spirit of not admitting defeat.
Everyone wants to be a hero.
But not everyone dares to be a hero.
"The dead will eventually be forgotten."
Mo Ruyan shook her head.
She rarely talked to girls of Wen Nianchu's age, and the light dancing in the girl's eyes made her feel both familiar and unfamiliar.
She clearly sensed the waves that the video had stirred in the girl's heart.
That kind of pure anger and passion were emotions she had long lost.
She admired this justice and innocence, but instinctively resisted them like a nocturnal animal avoiding sunlight.
As she grew older, time cooled everything, turning the once boiling blood in her bones into stagnant water. She watched as the blood in her body gradually became dirty, cold, and numb, and even she despised herself.
So, when she saw the figure cheering with arms raised in the video, her first reaction was to find it ridiculous.
Ideals and beliefs are nothing but beautiful bubbles that burst with a single poke in the face of survival.
Only those who are alive are qualified to talk about tomorrow.
Wen Nianchu saw Mo Ruyan pick up the cigarette again. She finally stopped playing with the beautiful lighter and directly turned on the lighter. After lighting the cigarette butt, she lowered her head and said:
"From the day I ran out of money, I've been thinking about how to climb out... Later I realized that to climb out of this quagmire, I have to step on the corpses of others."
Wen Nianchu agreed in his heart, but also denied it at the same time.
She understood this almost desperate philosophy of survival, but also instinctively resisted its cruelty.
Is the path to one's ideal destined to come at the cost of others' downfall? Just like Qu Mei and Wen Wan, apart from pushing her to the bottom, is there really no possibility of symbiosis between them?
Or has this world gone completely crazy?
This is a cannibalistic world.
You can't kill people, but you can eat people. Money can eat people, and power can also eat people.
Mo Ruyan suddenly stopped:
"What about you? What kind of person do you want to be?"
Wen Nianchu paused:
“Just like my name, remember the beginning. Only by keeping the original intention in mind can we achieve our goal.”
“I just want to be myself.”
Wen Nianchu's words delighted Mo Ruyan. It was a pity that once one entered into their organization's business, one's soul would have been sold off by the pound, and one would never be able to be oneself again.
Thinking of this, Mo Ruyan shook off the ashes and said:
"Good boy, go out, see you tomorrow?"
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At three o'clock in the morning, the city seemed to have been muted, and even the street lights seemed drowsy.
Wen Nianchu stood outside the magnificent gate of the Royal Club, holding the mobile phone he had just received.
After unlocking her phone, she checked the messages.
There wasn't even a single message on the screen. If she didn't go home so late, no one would care about her whereabouts.
She just thought so.
A message from Gu Mingyue popped up on the phone.
[The person I sent to monitor you said you came out. How's it going? Didn't anyone notice?]
Wen Nianchu walked slowly along the empty street, walking a little further away from Huang Dai.
She lowered her head and typed:
[The other party gave me a location, Beijiang Road, but it was probably just a test for me]
The hardest part about being an undercover agent is not maneuvering, but making a group of desperate criminals believe that you are one of them.
[Okay, be careful at night. You and Xie Yue are leaving together, right?]
Gu Mingyue typed on the other side of the phone.
She hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
However, the location given by Wen Nianchu is also a relatively hidden place.
Beijiang Road...
Perhaps, those people might choose this location to conduct the transaction. After all, according to what the informant said before, the other party's location will also be changed temporarily.
When Wen Nianchu saw the message on his phone, he felt his nose getting sore.
She looked up and happened to see Xie Yue riding a motorcycle out of the dark alley. The wheels rolled over the small stones on the side of the road, making a slight sound.
"It gave me a fright."
She complained quietly.
The boy's thin T-shirt was slightly bulged by the night wind.
He had changed out of the neat suit he wore in the Royal Dynasty without knowing when, and now he was dressed as ordinary as a student who had just finished evening self-study.
After seeing Wen Nianchu, he stopped.
Wen Nianchu:
"Aren't you working at the Imperial Dynasty? You can come out early."
“It’s paid by the hour.”
Xie Yue answered briefly, his voice fainter than the night.
Wen Nianchu glanced at the time.
It was 3:18 in the morning. Asking Uncle Chen to pick me up at this hour was too inhumane.
But she didn't drive here herself.
Not to mention six years ago, there were no apps like Didi Taxi. This place was so chaotic, waiting for a taxi was like trying to win the lottery. You couldn't let her walk back home alone in the middle of the night, could you? The mere thought of it gave me chills.
Thinking of this, a dark light flashed in her eyes, and she trotted two steps and rushed to Xie Yue.
"Give me a ride?" She blinked and deliberately made her voice light. "I'll give you more money next time."
The night breeze blew through her hair, carrying the dryness of a summer night. Wen Nianchu waited for Xie Yue to speak, but he simply turned his motorcycle around.
What is this?
Suddenly, the sound of a motorcycle engine rang out on the quiet street, like some kind of tacit response.
Xie Yue glanced at her sideways.
Watching her skip and jog a few steps, she jumped lightly onto the back seat of her car.
The first words Wen Nianchu said when he sat down were:
"Your motorcycle may look cheap, but you clean the back seat very well."
"Put it on."
Xie Yue unfastened his helmet, the buckle still warm from his body temperature as he handed it over. His voice remained calm, yet it was remarkably clear in the fading cicada chirping of the summer night.
Wen Nianchu took it, blinked, and suddenly smiled:
"Xie Yue, you're a really nice person."
"The helmet is so loosely tied. Did you plan to give it to me a long time ago?"
Xie Yue: "..."
The helmet messed up the loose hair on her forehead.
Wen Nianchu adjusted his goggles and suddenly seemed to remember something:
"You gave it to me, what are you wearing?"
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