Climb over the wall, pry open the car, ignite the engine, and start the car, all in one go.
By the time Han Li reacted, they had already driven several feet away from the section of road that had been monitored. The noisy and clamorous fire alarms and human voices were left far behind in just a few breaths, and in the end, it seemed like the vague sound of wind passing by his ears, blocked thousands of miles away.
The neon lights outside the car window flashed past rapidly, and the colorful lines and changing light and shadows were printed on the glass, like a beautiful dream.
Han Li turned his head and looked at Shen Kong who was sitting in the driver's seat.
This time, he changed his face again.
His facial features were sharp and three-dimensional, with deep sunken eye sockets above and below the high brow bones. His eyeballs were extremely deep and bright, and there seemed to be some kind of compelling sharpness flashing in the depths of his pupils, as if they were a bloodless blade that could easily take away someone's breath with just a simple gaze. There was a shallow scar on his right eyebrow, which cut along the bone and stopped just before reaching above the eyelid. It seemed that it had been there for not long, adding a bit of hostility and wildness to his already aggressive facial features.
Han Li withdrew his gaze hastily.
He didn't know why, but he had a strange feeling, as if...
This is what the other person should look like.
Han Li took a deep breath. The sound of his heartbeat seemed particularly loud and noisy, making him a little upset for a moment.
While controlling the steering wheel, Shen Kong asked:
"Is there anywhere you can go?"
Han Li's voice was calm and rational. "Yes, there is, but based on the organization's previous meticulous style, I suspect that the properties and residences under my name are under surveillance. Staying in a hotel may not work either. Their online check-in system is too easy to crack. I estimate that they will come to our door within 30 minutes after we check in."
Shen Kong frowned: "You don't have a safe house?"
Almost everyone who holds a high position and has a lot of wealth will have a few safe houses for themselves. These safe houses are located in hidden places, with clear sources of funds and the identities of the owners, which have nothing to do with their real identities, so that they can hide away in times of crisis.
Han Li was silent for a while: "It used to be quite a lot, but now I am a famous philanthropist and entrepreneur, and all my assets and properties are public and transparent."
In other words, the safe house is no longer safe.
Shen Kong: “…”
Being able to be a good person to this extent is amazing.
He held the steering wheel with one hand, and the car body turned rapidly with his manipulation. The sound of horns outside the window was quickly left behind, the whistling wind stuck to the car body, and the window made a slight shaking sound.
Han Li fastened his seat belt silently.
Ten minutes later, the vehicle stopped in front of a detached house. Shen Kong jumped out of the car, bypassed all the surveillance cameras and the anti-theft mechanism with ease, and opened the door in just a few minutes.
Han Li stared silently at the dark door that was open in front of him, his face unpredictable. He slowly turned his head to look at Chen Kong, his eyes full of complicated emotions.
Shen Kong shrugged: "There is no safe house, we can't stay in a hotel, and the other options are too bad."
Then, he added sympathetically: "Don't worry, judging from the security settings of the house, the owner should be away from home for a long time. The state of the door and the traces on the driveway also show that he should have been away for a short time, so don't worry."
Han Li: “…”
He took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The lights in the room were turned on, and everything in front of him instantly became bright. Shen Kong moved his somewhat stiff shoulders and neck, and said casually:
"Go and rest first, we'll talk about it tomorrow if there's anything."
As he spoke, he walked inside. Before he had taken a few steps, he felt his arm being grabbed by someone behind him.
Shen Kong paused and turned to look behind him.
Han Li seemed ready to say something, but at this moment, Shen Kong suddenly frowned and raised his hand to press the miniature earphone in his right ear.
There was an abnormal fluctuation in the sound of electricity in the headphones, and the harsh audio pierced his eardrum like a steel needle.
Shen Kong had to take off his headphones. When he put them on again, there was no sound at all. Even the crackling sound of the electric current disappeared, leaving only dead silence.
It seems that they discovered that their communication equipment was lost.
It’s a pity for him.
Thanks to it, he was able to accurately circumvent their pursuit and covert carpet search. Including the driving route just now, which was based on the premise of bypassing the roadblocks they set up. Otherwise, they would not have had such a smooth journey.
But since it can no longer provide guidance, there is no need to keep it. If they install a tracker in the headphones, it will be even more costly.
Shen Kong removed the earphones from his ears, threw them casually to the ground, and crushed them with his heels.
The sound of metal being crushed on the hard marble floor sounded particularly harsh in the quiet space, breaking the almost stagnant atmosphere in the room.
Shen Kong turned his head to look at Han Li who was still pulling his arm, and raised his eyebrows: "What were you going to say just now?"
Han Li exhaled slowly, loosening his stiff fingers slightly, then restrainedly lowered his eyes to hide the surging waves in his eyes:
"……nothing."
Shen Kong did not ask further.
The two of them allocated the next room in the next few minutes. After all, the house had another owner, so they didn't plan to use too many resources in the house, which would also make it easier to restore before leaving.
——But you still have to take a bath.
Shen Kong sniffed his sleeve and frowned in disgust.
This set of clothes was what he wore when he was performing missions before he was kidnapped and became a correctional officer. He had been wearing it on his body since he entered this world. The cloth was solidified into a hard shell by mud and blood. He didn't care about anything in the critical situation just now, but now that he was in a relatively safe environment, even though Chen Kong had great endurance, he felt a sense of urgency to change clothes both psychologically and physiologically.
He greeted Han Li hurriedly and then went straight into the bathroom.
As a fighter who is always alert, Chen Kong always takes a quick shower. For him, the shorter the duration of this action that causes physiological relaxation of the human body can be, the better, so as to reduce the probability of accidents. Even so, he took a shower for more than fifteen minutes this time. When Chen Kong opened the bathroom door and walked out, steaming mist dissipated from behind him, almost warming up the temperature of the entire room by three points.
His expression was lazily relaxed. There was a shallow new scar on his right eyebrow bone, and a drop of water was dripping along the direction of the scar.
When Shen Kong raised his eyes, he found Han Li sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly waiting for him.
He paused in wiping his hair and casually placed the towel on □□'s shoulders. The wet black hair was messy and stilted under the light. The water drops that had not been wiped dry fell on the soft surface of the towel, leaving a little dark water stain. Chen Kong was a little confused:
"What's wrong?"
Han Li's eyes fell on Shen Kong's naked upper body and he did not answer for a long time.
The muscles on Shen Kong's body were not bulging, nor did they look as strong and well-defined as those trained in the gym. When covered with clothes, he even looked a little thin. However, after taking off his clothes, the marks that were forged through years of high-intensity life-and-death struggles were clearly revealed. His body was extremely efficient, with every solid and tight muscle and bone firmly meshed together and arranged in a way that brought out the human body's maximum potential. No one could doubt the powerful strength hidden in the undulating muscle lines beneath his skin.
Like a resting animal stretching its limbs, its gorgeous and smooth fur glitters in the sun.
But that's not what Han Li was looking at.
Rather, it was the scars of varying depths and shallows that covered Shen Kong's shoulders, back, chest, abdomen, arms, and even neck. Some of those scars seemed to be old, as settled as a knife mark on the bark, some seemed to be very new, white and raised, climbing and spreading hideously on his limbs. Many of the scars carved on fatal parts were deep and terrifying, and looked shocking, making it almost impossible to imagine how dangerous and terrifying the scene was when they were left.
Some people's scars are wild and sexy, but not Shen Kong's.
The scars on his body are shocking, cruel and intimidating.
These scars all over his body, which is close to the perfect combination of mechanics and aesthetics, make people tremble with fear.
Han Li forced himself to look away from Shen Kong's upper body and look into his eyes:
"I've changed my mind."
Shen Kong was stunned: "...Huh?"
Han Li continued slowly: "You just asked me if I had anything to say, and I said no - but now I have changed my mind."
His voice was still calm and restrained, and the low and magnetic tone seemed to suppress some deeper emotions. His eyes were staring into the sky, and his dark eyes were like moonlight on the dark sea.
Chen Kong looked back, and the persistence and inquiry in the other party's eyes that left no room for maneuver gave him a headache. He sighed, and finally gave in and asked:
"Okay, so what do you want to say?"
Han Li took a deep breath: "It's just a simple question."
He paused, as if he was preparing himself mentally, and then he finally asked slowly and solemnly:
"...Are you still leaving?"
The syllables he pronounced flowed smoothly, as if he had practiced it thousands of times in his mind, and there was hardly any fluctuation in his emotions.
Chen Kong couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Before Han Li opened his mouth, several questions that the other party might ask had already flashed through his mind - Who are you? what do you? Why would you do that? How did it get into other people's bodies...
There were so many questions that could be asked, and the mysteries and doubts between them were so deep, but Chen Kong was the only one who did not expect Han Li to ask this question.
And he really couldn't answer this question...
Because Shen Kong really didn't know whether he would be teleported away next. Although the connection between the Correction of Three Views Studio and the small world seemed to be gradually weakening, the number of times the system contacted him was greatly reduced, and the speed and sound of the response were gradually slowing down, but what the result would be, he would have to wait until the crisis was over to know the specific situation.
As if noticing Chen Kong's hesitation, Han Li suddenly took a step forward, and the distance between the two people was instantly shortened.
He suddenly raised his hand and pressed down on Chen Kong's arm, grabbing the place where he had forced himself to let go just now, and rubbed his fingertips hard into the solid texture of Chen Kong's forearm——
Han Li stared into Chen Kong's eyes stubbornly. His sight seemed to be able to penetrate all the barriers between them. Cold flames burned deep in his dark pupils:
"In case you didn't know..."
He paused, as if he had made up his mind, and continued speaking word by word:
"I love you."
Han Li's gaze was deep and burning, without any disguise or pretense, as if he was openly cutting open his entire soul in front of Shen Kong and handing over a bloody, hot heart in his hands.
Straightforward and passionate emotions overflowed from his suppressed voice and eyes, and he rushed towards Chen Kong like a moth to a flame, as if he was the only source of light in the endless darkness, and he didn't care even if he was covered in bruises.
He didn't use any half-measure words.
Not like.
It's not a secret crush.
But love.
The author has something to say: I have been in a bad state recently. Not only did I get sick during the season change, but I also fell into a writer's hell. In addition, there are many complicated matters in the three-dimensional world.
I'm very sorry for the delay a few days ago.
I am working hard to adjust my condition and hope to give them a perfect ending in the next few days.
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