"See you at 7 p.m. in the old place."

The phone was buzzing and vibrating on the desktop. Chen An, who was reading a book in the library, picked up the phone casually and then saw a line of text messages.

The sender, Zhou Baixiong.

"Are you finally here?"

Chen An muttered to himself, as if he had expected it in his heart.

In fact, he was in a weak position from beginning to end in this game, walking on the tip of a knife every step. Facing nine special state violent institutions, he would not expect to say anything about human rights. Perhaps he should be glad that he met Zhou Baixiong. If he were a strong and domineering person, he would just close the small dark room for a few days, or even torture and confession can be changed. You will never know that once the country tear off the veil of warmth, the coldness exposed will be completely beyond your imagination.

There are many small moves in private, and the state department will definitely notice them. The problem is that if he doesn't do these small moves, he will not be able to do them. If he doesn't do them, he will sit and wait for death, but if he does, he will be caught by the other party.

A dilemma has to choose.

In TV movies, we often see the wonderful game of heroic and handsome spy agents fighting wits and courage with other countries, but in fact, these are greatly beautified and exaggerated. No one knows that real spy agents live in a state of worry every moment, and the people do not know that every year, major powers secretly exchange various spy personnel arrested by accidentally exposing their identities.

Chen An is not a well-trained agent, and he also did not think about opposing the country.

He just wanted to delay the research.

Zhou Baixiong would send this message to show that they had already obtained indirect evidence that they had harbored Hou Wenjun, but they did not catch Hou Wenjun.

The time for a showdown is up.

The current time is 16:17, and there are less than three hours left.

The agreed time is seven o'clock. Is this the last meal for yourself?

Chen An took off the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose and placed them on the table, gently pressing his fingers against his eyebrows. After a moment, he closed the book and got up to leave.

"Classmate, your glasses!"

At this time, someone behind him whispered to him.

He turned around and smiled slightly at the girl who reminded him in the seat.

“I don’t need it anymore.”

"Even if you don't want it, you should throw it into the trash, instead of throwing it on the table."

The girl who reminded him said seriously.

“…”

Chen An was stunned for a moment, then walked back to the table and picked up the pair of black-framed glasses, his eyes always staying on the girl's face.

This is a quiet and delicate girl.

"Classmate, thank you for politely stopping my unfair behavior. Out of thanks, can I invite you to a simple meal later?"

"No need, my boyfriend will come to me to eat later." The girl refused indifferently.

"Boyfriend..." Chen An's smile became stronger and stronger. "Is the boy wearing eyes on the third row of bookshelf you mentioned in the right hand who was pretending to read a book?"

"I think you misunderstood something?" the girl said calmly.

"Since you reminded me, I will also give you a reminder."

Chen An threw the glasses in his hand into the trash can more than ten meters away and placed under the wall, turning around without looking back.

"Next time when monitoring others, remember not to touch your left ear that is hiding Mili earphones frequently."

At this moment, he was like a simple sword completely unsheathed, blooming with an unprecedented cold edge.

because.

He no longer needs to hide it.

Chen An added one more chicken leg for dinner than before. After all, it took a lot of effort to give Hou Wenjun a plastic surgery at noon.

The food quality of the canteen at Capital University is guaranteed. It is not only cheap and affordable, but the taste is much better than that of the restaurants on the market. Many seniors and sisters miss and sigh after graduation. They used to think that the food in the canteen was "pig food". After they came out of work, they found that the takeaway ordered was not only expensive, but even the "pig food" in the canteen was not as good as the "pig food" in the canteen. Even after someone became famous, they would come to the canteen to have a meal every time they returned to school. What they savored was not the taste of the food, but the youth that had once belonged to them.

The canteen is quite deserted on weekends, and most students are too lazy to come to the canteen to eat, and would rather be hungry than leave the dormitory. If someone goes out and doesn't return, or is really hungry and wants to go to eat, there will be a swarm of people asking for help bringing the meal.

Chen An’s life is very regular, eating on time, exercising on time, and attending classes on time.

As soon as he finished his meal, Qian Xiaodong called and asked him to bring back three rice bowls.

There is no date, Qian Xiaodong and the others are no different from ordinary college students. If they can stay in the dormitory, they will never go out. They are more excited than anyone else when they go out.

After leaving the cafeteria, he took a few walks on the playground before heading to the agreed rooftop of the teaching building.

"You're very on time."

As soon as he stepped into the rooftop, he heard Zhou Baixiong's voice in his ears.

"Personal habit."

There was still only Zhou Baixiong on the rooftop. He was still standing in a familiar position on the guardrail and looking at the campus scenery under the night.

Chen An walked to him, put his hands on the railings, feeling the cool night breeze, and looked down at the surface from a high place.

"Is it lying too?"

Zhou Baixiong took out a box of cigarettes from his top pocket, took out a piece of cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a windproof firer. He took a deep breath and vomited out scattered white smoke in the wind.

"What makes the world's relationship peaceful is more lies than the truth." Chen An said calmly. "Lie will sew temporary contradictions and make the restless sleep, while the truth will make everything nervous."

"Is this your explanation?" Zhou Baixiong smoked his cigarette expressionlessly.

"Explanation of lies only." Chen Andao.

"I don't like talking to smart people around the corners." Zhou Baixiong sighed softly. "I was giving you a chance to confess before, but you were always escaping."

"I know Hou Wenjun's whereabouts, but I won't tell you." Chen An said in silence for a moment.

"Do you know? You are playing with fire." Zhou Baixiong shook his head indifferently. "The child takes a wooden stick and thinks he has the power to challenge adults, but in fact, if the adults are serious, it will be useless even if the child holds a gun."

"I never hold a child to defeat the extravagant hope of adults, but when a child grows up, the adults are already old." Chen An said indifferently.

"Growing up takes time. After children grow up to adults, it's too late." Zhou Baixiong exhaled a long mouthful of smoke.
Chapter completed!