A Returning Journey

No matter who was pointed at by more than ten light machine guns, his pace slowed down a little, but he didn't mean to stop. His golden hair was blown in disorder by the desert wind, his face was haggard, and there was a light stubble on his chin.

Fifteen's eyes finally fell on Anjie. The latter put the gun away and made a downward gesture to the nervous man with live ammunition beside him: "OK, don't make a fool of yourself. He came here alone. This kind of place can see a long distance at a glance - say you, put the gun down." Anjie did not know when to stand next to him. Mo Cong gave him a look. "You can't even fight with yourself. Anyone who teaches you how to shoot should have a caesarean section."

Mo Cong was stiff all over: "Anjie, I..."

Anjie tugged at the corner of his mouth and walked forward a few steps, leaving only his back.

Fifteen show a skin smile meat don't smile of facial expression, nod: "an drink fox."

"You're looking for death, aren't you?" Anjie has a good temper.

"I ask to go with you." Fifteen expression is very calm, as if this sentence naturally like eating and drinking water, he raised his hands, slowly turned around, "I have no weapons, no threat, you can not be so alert." He pauses and looks at Anjie, "and even if I have weapons and threats, it doesn't pose any threat to you, does it?"

Drunk snake with a group of people holding arms around, he touched his nose, pointed to his brain, secretly asked a man beside: "what's the matter with him here?"

It's a pity that Mo Cong, the "person next to him", is in a state of neglecting all creatures except Anjie. He looks at his hand holding the gun blindly, and then his fingers vibrate little by little. He feels that he can't even hold this not so heavy gun.

Even when Anjie looks at him the most unpleasant, even when he has been treated coldly for so long and doesn't even want to talk to him, Anjie never looks at him with that kind of eyes - a little ironic, and obvious caution. Mo Cong suddenly found out that he had made the same mistake as he Jingming, a muscular old bastard.

Fox is a kind of animal, which can be cunning and docile. It can judge who is good to him and who is bad to him. To capture him, you must pay enough patience and sincerity to get rid of his inner guard and distrust. But once you hurt him, you will become his permanent enemy.

The drunk snake only felt that the young man's eyes staring at his hand were more and more terrifying, a bit like the meaning of self mutilation. He looked up at Anjie, who was facing the tenth five year plan, sighed, swept over Mo Cong's shoulder and patted him heavily on the back.

Mo Cong gave him a blank look.

The drunk snake leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice: "do you shoot him?"

Mo Cong clenched his teeth tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand clutching the butt of the gun were exposed. The drunk snake even thought that the young man was going to crush the butt of the gun. He coughed low and nodded: "I've wanted to do this for a long time, to tell you the truth." He didn't wait for Mo to speak out in a hurry, for fear that the world would not be in chaos, and then said, "you don't owe him anything, it's just a shot, even the skin didn't break, he hit you so many shots in the tunnel, even."

Mo Cong shook his head slowly, very hard, very hard.

The drunk snake couldn't help laughing: "come on, don't take it seriously. If he really wants to go to his heart, can he let you go so far? I'm angry with you. It's OK to be a coquettish... Hello

The drunk snake jumped up suddenly. Anjie didn't even turn his head back. He raised his hand and shot him. It hit him right at his feet. The sand ran high. The drunk snake was furious: "anyin fox! What do you think of your dog? Who do you catch and bite? "

This time, Anjie didn't even bother to give him a look in his eyes. He directly ignored him as an unknown creature. He looked at him fifteen times: "what are you going to do with us? Or... Do you know what we're going to do? "

Fifteen laughed. When he started to laugh, Anjie found that this man was really young. He didn't have that kind of sinister expression on his face. His eyebrows were bent up and he was childish. But his smile became more and more pathetic and sad: "you can't kill R. Li, do you know why?"

Anjie looked at him and said nothing.

"Your father gave him good things, so that no matter what the body damage looks like, the cells can carry out strong self recovery and self reorganization - so when you pushed him down, he became what he is now," he stopped and pointed to his forehead. "If there is no steel plate transplanted by the doctor, it is empty, and you can see the shape of the whole brain, Arteries... Cortex... "

"Are you going to save him?"

"I'll save him, of course I will." "So I'm going to kill him."

Anjie patted his ear and coughed: "you expect me to believe that you want to... Kill him, kill R. Lee?"

"Isn't that what you want?" Fifteen looked at Anjie's expression is very complex, he narrowed his eyes, eyes blurred, like at a loss, like missing something, "you know? I've seen your face grow up. In his eyes, I'm your double. He connives at everything I do. Do you know what he says? "

Anjie suddenly felt that there was an adverse reaction in his digestive system. His throat moved and he didn't speak.

"He said... Why are you so disobedient, how can you make trouble so much, just like when Yinhu was a child, no one was afraid, no one would listen..." Shiwu shook his head, "damnit! You are the perfect genius in the eyes of some old monsters and old lunatics, the perfect pet! They connive at you like a cat who likes to scratch the sofa and destroy the furniture

Anjie looked at him faintly. Hearing this, she shook her head and turned a circle in her hand: "if you want to say that, you are quite like me. 15、 Are you really not afraid that I'll shoot you? "

Fifteen burst out laughing: "they - R and your father, are hopeless theists, they feel that things born can not be changed, some people are born with everything, is God's favorite, such as you. But I didn't expect that this beloved betrayed them in the end. Anyihu, you are the one who should be blinded by the golden hook. "

"You think highly of me." Anjie did not say a word. He put the gun back in his waist, turned and sat back where he used to be, and said, "take him with you."

"What?" The drunk snake glared at him and pointed to fifteen, "do you mean to take this little madman with you? Yin Hu, you don't think there is enough luggage, do you? "

At the end of the tenth five year plan, he put his eyes on the drunk snake and sneered: "since you asked us to trace the psychiatrist and tempt Li to fight the little girl named Yang, I can't figure out why. It was for the ancient city to wake up anyihu's memory. Is that good for you? "

The drunk snake frowned.

Fifteen took a deep look at him, grinned strangely, and sat aside from the crowd.

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Maybe this desert is just a small place as big as the nail on the map, and the whole of China is just a slap in the face. It is said that the world is too big, just like a big watermelon. We are not as broad-minded as the leaders. Our goals are endless.

Although Anjie is not an old businessman, their equipment is much better than Professor Mo's archaeological team. With more than ten trained young men together, the safety factor of the team is much higher than that of the archaeological team which is almost all old, weak and disabled.

It is revealed on the 10th five year plan that Shen Jiancheng is not the only one who is still thinking about the ancient city. In fact, Shen Jiancheng is R. Li's man. The old man is a thief, and even acquiesces in Mo Yannan's joining in. Even if these people can get out, they will be killed. Anjie suddenly felt that the whole thing was like two lines that didn't want to cross each other, but mixed up in different dimensions. One came out from Li, the other came out from the drunk snake, and finally came together——

The father with blue and gray eyes, and the mysterious ancient city.

With the approaching of the position, the nerves of the group obviously tensed more and more tightly, and the number of people on vigil increased every night. No one knew from which corner those mysterious monsters would come out. This tension was more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people after finding the bones of the people submerged by yellow sand on the way.

What should come will come.

This night, a few people with guns were wandering around the tent. They seemed to be deliberately not leaning towards the tent. Anjie sat there alone, wiping his gun absently and looking at the stars - he seemed to keep this movement all the time. Sometimes he was helping himself to determine the position, sometimes he didn't think about anything, as if he was remembering someone.

Generally speaking, no one will come near him at this time. Suddenly, a sound of knowing Suo Suo came over. Anjie turned his head and glanced at Mo who was leaning over. He didn't move, but his gun was loaded with a "Kata". Under the quiet night sky, it is very harsh.

Mo stopped two steps away from him and sat down with his knees in his arms. "I have something to say to you."

Anjie shook his head and sneered, "I have nothing to say to you."

As soon as he supported the ground with his hand, he was about to stand up. Mo quickly grabbed his arm: "Anjie!" Immediately get stuck in the waist. Anjie's eyes were very dangerous. He lowered his voice and said softly, "you'd better let go now, or..."

Mo looked him in the eye and shook his head slowly.

"Let go!" Anjie's eyebrows are twisted together.

"You let me go on purpose, didn't you? You shot so many guns in the tunnel that day, but you didn't hit me. You did it on purpose, didn't you? "

"I've had a problem with you for a long time." Anjie said dryly, squeezing out a sneer, "why, teenager, your pink fantasy hasn't been disillusioned yet? More than the Pentagon, why didn't bin Laden... "

"I don't believe you will... Kill my father," Mo Cong seemed to squeeze out the last few words with all his strength. "You've always been crisp. If you really kill him, you won't take the photos in his wallet with you, or even..."

"Don't talk like you know everything." Anjie tried to shake him off. "Every time you grow up, you want to mix everything in. Since you've survived, you should go back and read your book. What's the trouble?"

"Why don't you make it clear to me? Why don't you tell me? I thought, I thought you thought I was... "

Anjie put the gun back into his waist and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He turned around and was about to leave. Hearing this, he said, "what is it?" He raised eyebrow to smile for a while, only once, Mo Cong all speech all blocked to go back.

Mo's lips trembled for a while before he whispered, "give me another chance, please."

"What is opportunity? Can we eat it?" Anjie said softly, then reached out and pointed at Mo Cong's gun. "You'd better take it now and go there to practice shooting. Maybe it won't take much to save your life."

Don't close your eyes and lower your head.

At this time, not far away from a scream, and then someone yelled: "monster! Monste