Inside the Laolu BBQ restaurant.
He slowly put down the skewer in his hand and elegantly took out a piece of white paper to wipe the oil stains left at the corners of his mouth.
At this moment, the last note of "Phantom Day" played by the ghost also ended quietly.
In the quiet barbecue restaurant, the sound of the burning charcoal fire never stopped, and the sound of the three-colored rain outside the window seemed to become a wonderful lullaby.
"Step back. I want to play a song myself." He slowly stood up and walked to the side of the ghost.
There was a hint of surprise in the ghost's eyes, but he didn't dare to disobey. He slowly stood up, made a gesture, then stepped back and made way.
The woman wearing a flame-patterned mask on her face chuckled and said, "What do you want to play, Leader?"
Li Mishuang and Cui Sihai who were around looked at the woman in surprise, with a look of astonishment in their eyes.
She actually dared to question the leader.
He is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. He has just joined the organization and has no idea how high the world is.
However, the most surprising thing happened to them.
Instead of scolding the ghost, he answered softly.
"Have you seen "Castle in the Sky"? "has been asked.
Liang Gui was slightly stunned, and she shook her head: "I haven't seen it, but I've heard the theme song."
"That's enough. What I want to play is "Castle in the Sky."
As Yi finished speaking, he turned around, sat down, and gently stroked each key of the piano with his fingers. He was silent for five or six seconds.
Then the fingers began to play like jumping little people.
Every note is just right, as if it were natural, and as if it had been played countless times.
At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed above the dark clouds outside the window.
The world suddenly lit up, as if the sun had just risen and disappeared in an instant.
However, all this seemed unable to affect his performance.
The beautiful piano sound is melodious and swift, as if it goes straight into people's hearts.
…
Headquarters of the Night Dive Base.
"Wen Zimo, why are you here at headquarters if you're not on the front lines protecting the citizens?"
Facing Fang Ping's questioning, Wen Zimo smiled awkwardly and walked gradually into Fang Ping's office.
He twisted his body and looked at Linjiang City, which was shrouded in three-color rain, outside the glass window of Fang Ping's office.
"What are you doing?"
"As the captain, do you intend to just stay at the headquarters and watch?"
"Wen Zimo, as the captain, you have no right to question me." A trace of shame flashed across Fang Ping's face. He turned his head away, and his voice was full of unquestionableness, as if he wanted to use his high position to force Wen Zimo to retreat.
At this time, Wen Zimo had already touched Fang Ping's back.
"You are old. You are no longer the Skyfire Lion you once were. Your age has hindered your thinking and made you forget your passion."
"It's not your fault, but you shouldn't make these mistakes in your position as captain. It's so stupid."
"Wen Zimo! What do you want to do!"
“Puff——”
The white blade pierced Fang Ping's chest. Wen Zimo's steady voice still echoed in Fang Ping's ears: "Of course, I will help Louis get rid of you, the guy who is hindering him."
"Did Louis send you?!" Fang Ping suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He could feel his heart being pierced and a big hole opened.
He could have avoided it with his own strength.
But as Wen Zimo said, he was old and aged, and fear, loneliness and terror surged into his heart.
He lost his courage and wisdom, and was filled with stupidity.
He was an alcoholic and the alcohol numbed his nerves.
He was careless and never expected that Wen Zimo would actually kill him!
And...was it Louis's idea?
"No, Louis can't give me a future."
"Accept your fate, old man. You have been in the position of captain for too long. You should have retired since you left Black City ten years ago. Your courage and strength were burned out at that moment."
"You are now a lonely heart eroded by pain, despair and despair."
"Go die. Perhaps death is better for you than living in vain."
Wen Zimo drew out the cold long knife, and at the same time he took out a pack of cigarettes from his chest, took out a cigarette and put it in Fang Ping's mouth, then lit it respectfully.
"What are you doing?" Fang Ping actually still had the strength.
The remaining strength he had could have killed the young man in front of him, but he didn't.
Because he knew that the young man was right.
Rather than living in a cowardly way, perhaps he should have died in Black City more than ten years ago.
Even if I kill the young man in front of me, what will happen?
It's nothing more than asking someone to accompany you on the road.
"I admire you, this is what I want to do." Wen Zimo said.
"It's ridiculous. You admire me, but you kill me."
"Because you deserve to die." Wen Zimo said indifferently.
Fang Ping was speechless. He cast his eyes toward the river outside the glass window, which was covered by three-colored rain. "Yes, I deserve to die. My weakness has made me lack the courage to walk out of this turtle-shell-like office."
"Even if you don't kill me, I will be killed by the people of the Court of All Living Things."
"Even if I survive and Linjiang is purged, I will be brought to a military court and tried."
Wen Zimo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He slowly stretched out his hand to touch the cold glass and looked at Linjiang City below him.
"People always pursue something, power, or profit."
"Even if I didn't kill you, you would still die, but I killed you because I admire you. I would rather you died in this turmoil."
"And I killed you not because of Linjiang, but because of Heicheng..."
Fang Ping covered his chest which was bleeding continuously, his expression mixed with a hint of complexity. He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and slumped over the desk.
The fatal wound on his chest was painful and itchy, and blood kept oozing out. He could feel his vitality being drained away.
Soon he will die.
But when he heard the word "Black City", Fang Ping's pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked, "How do you know about Black City!!!"
"Who are you?"
Fang Ping gritted his teeth and said, he suddenly realized that what Wen Zimo said was not something that an ordinary person could say.
Instead, it gave him a familiar yet strange feeling.
"Me?"
“Haha, hahahaha—”
"I've been acting for so long that I almost forgot my identity."
"Nice to meet you, Captain. My name is Wen Zimo."
"Ghost Gate - Ghost."
"Good at...assassination."
…
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