Daniel threw the key to the door on the table and walked straight up to the second floor as if he ignored it.
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"Knock, knock, knock!" Three intermittent and orderly knocks on the door sounded.
No one in the room responded.
Charles stood at the door and held his breath for a while, then made up his mind, opened the door and walked in.
He still remembered that Daniel was very concerned about someone entering his room. If Daniel was in the room at this moment...
He quirked the corners of his mouth and quietly opened the door a crack.
Through the narrow field of vision through the crack in the door, he found that Daniel's room was empty.
The brilliance of the sun illuminates the entire bedroom magnificently and warmly.
Daniel's bed is off-white, with soft quilts neatly spread across the entire bed, and the corners of the quilt are neatly trimmed with almost no wrinkles visible.
With a bit of luck, Charles opened the door wide enough for him to get in, then he sneaked sideways and sneaked into Daniel's room.
As soon as he stepped into Daniel's bedroom, suddenly, the "click" sound of a bullet being loaded suddenly reached his ears.
The next second, the cold muzzle of the gun hit his head accurately.
"I told you not to enter my room."
A low, cold voice sounded sharply next to Charles' left ear.
As if Charles had expected it, Charles also concluded that Daniel would never shoot him, so again and again, he was not afraid of Daniel's threats and simply walked into Daniel's bedroom pretending as if nothing had happened.
His attitude was so upright and upright.
Daniel pulled the safety on the gun and whispered another warning to Charles' back: "Take one more step forward and I will kill you."
Charles turned around carelessly, his eyes filled with frivolity.
"How dare you be willing to kill me?" After saying that, he immediately turned around, observed the layout of the bedroom openly, and nodded matter-of-factly, "Your room is as rigid as your personality!
"
"Our rooms are the same." As if it was exactly what Daniel expected, Daniel knew that Charles would never be afraid of his gun this time, and his expression was no longer as tense and serious as before.
He put away the gun, walked into the bathroom, took out a basket of clothes that needed to be changed, and walked out of the bedroom.
When Daniel left, Charles took a long look at everything in this bedroom.
It was indeed no different from his own room, with blank walls, a bed, a wardrobe, a bedside table...
Bedside table?
What was placed on the low cabinet next to the bed instantly caught Charles' attention.
Alarm clock, keys, some trivial and unnecessary things, and two photos framed separately.
Charles picked up the photo closest to him first.
Under the transparent and clean glass, a woman's delicate and beautiful face had a smile that was more brilliant than the sun. She had flowing blond hair, beautiful eyebrows, and a slim and devilish figure.
OK...this person is Jessica!
He rolled his eyes boredly, but unexpectedly, he accidentally caught a glimpse of some crooked English words carved with something sharp on the photo frame: "April 20, 2012, the lover of my dreams!"
It seems that Daniel has been secretly in love with Jessica for a short time. Jessica was transferred to the CNM headquarters around that time, and it has only been four or five months.
Suddenly, he had the urge to throw this photo directly into the trash can, but Charles suppressed it. He didn't care about women, anyway, Daniel had already reached his mouth and it was impossible for him to grow wings and fly away.
He doesn't need to compete with Jessica or anything.
Competing for people?!
He frowned.
How do you say that you sound like a real and jealous mother-in-law?!
Shaking his head, Charles put the photo down disapprovingly and picked up another photo next to it.
The other photo is very strange, it just shows a blurry silhouette of a man from behind.
The man in the photo has short blond hair, and his back looks very strong, but he has no other characteristics, just a simple back. Why would Daniel put a photo like this on his bedside?
As soon as he saw this back photo, Charles couldn't help but want to complain.
The person in the photo is wearing a boring black suit that looks like he just attended a funeral. He has slicked-back hair and looks like a country bumpkin.
The color of the photo is a little yellowish, but it is still not difficult to tell that the environment in the photo should be in a pizza shop, because the man looks like he is about to walk out of the shop, and there is a poster on the door of the shop with the following
The content is still clearly visible.
“Old ancestor’s pizza shop, limited time event, buy one pizza and get one free (ps: Kiss from the boss lady)”
Looking at the tiny bright spot in the photo, Charles couldn't help laughing.
He unconsciously remembered that he had seen a similar poster in a pizza shop more than 20 years ago.
The proprietress of that pizza shop is a super fat woman who likes to take advantage of young handsome guys. He himself was once tragically murdered by the proprietress.
But when I happened to pass by that pizza shop a few days ago, it had turned into a flower shop. I don’t know where the proprietress who gave me goosebumps had gone.
He couldn't help but miss the past days, and Charles suddenly felt a little sad.
In the blink of an eye twenty years, things and people have changed.
Just as Charles was getting angry, Daniel's voice suddenly sounded from the door.
"What are you looking at?"
Daniel walked over quickly, snatched the photo from Charles' hand, and asked coldly with a little anger: "It is a basic etiquette to treat others not to mess with other people's things. Do you understand?"
Charles smiled nonchalantly, pointed to the back of the man in the photo, and asked curiously: "Who is here?"
"Idol!" Daniel glanced at him lightly, and then put the photo back intact, even adjusting the angle to be exactly the same as before.
"Idol? This country bumpkin is your idol? This photo looks a bit old?" Charles couldn't help teasing.
Daniel sat on the bed and looked at the photo of the man he called his idol. He seemed to be in a trance. The focus in his eyes was a little unfocused. He murmured in a low voice: "This is twenty years ago, when I learned from my father.
Photos found among his belongings. I have never seen this person, but I heard that this person was an old colleague of my father’s. My father often mentioned his deeds to me during his lifetime, saying how brave he was and how he saved people from dire straits.
He is a hero of the people and a pillar of CNM. My father said that he was very talented, so when I was very young, I worshiped him as my idol."
"What about the others?" Listening to Daniel's narration, Charles suddenly became interested. He sat down next to Daniel and continued to listen patiently to Daniel.
"I don't know. I heard that twenty years ago, he was shot in the head while on a mission and died. But my father later insisted on attending his funeral, but the people in the cnm used all kinds of nonsense
He refused to allow anyone to attend his funeral. So I deeply believe that there must be something fishy in this. That person may not be dead yet..."
When the last words were spoken, Daniel's indifferent eyes were constantly burning with some kind of determined fireworks.
Just based on what he said, it may be difficult to imagine how much this idol means to Daniel. But it can be read from his eyes that he values this idol far more than in his dreams.
lover.
The reason is that Daniel has never looked at Jessica’s photo from the moment he walked in until now...
Well, Charles admitted that when he was listening to Daniel telling stories, what he paid most attention to were actually the small details of Daniel's expression.
After Daniel finished speaking, Charles chimed in and asked casually: "Your idol is actually from cnm? What's his name? Maybe I know him!"
Daniel glanced at him with disgust and said in a somewhat disdainful tone: "How long have you been in CNM? How could you know the identity of an old agent more than 20 years ago?"
"I am a master of heaven and earth. I know astronomy from above and geography from below. I know everything. I know everything. I tell fortunes, feng shui, and divination. I know everything!" Charles joked to Daniel with a playful smile, "But I am like this
Doesn't do any of that."
"..." He twisted his face and glanced at Charles like a monster. After a moment of silence, Daniel slowly murmured, "I don't know what his real name is, I only know that everyone calls him 'c'. I think
, maybe because his name starts with c, that’s why everyone calls him that.”
c——!!
As if his head had been hit hard by something, it went blank for an instant.
Charles' eyes were full of astonishment, and his eyes widened uncontrollably.
Seeing his strange reaction, Daniel couldn't help but frown deeply and asked in confusion: "What are you doing? Why are you so surprised?"
Faced with Daniel's questioning, Charles reluctantly brought himself back to his senses, returned to normal and smiled: "No, I'm just a little surprised, why haven't I heard of this person, haha!"
His laughter sounded dry and fake, but Daniel did not notice this. He suddenly chuckled and said, "But from this photo, it seems that he is indeed quite a country boy!"
His whole body was agitated, and Charles immediately blurted out to defend the person in the photo: "Who said he was a country boy? I don't know how handsome he is. Look at his back, he looks so heroic! Look at his hair, you can see
No, every one of them is slippery and not a single knot is knotted!"
Charles' sudden seriousness made Daniel couldn't help laughing: "Who just said that this guy is a country bumpkin?"
"I'm talking about her, it's her, not him!" Charles immediately pointed to Jessica's photo in an arrogant way, insisting that the 'country bumpkin' he just mentioned was Jessica!
Daniel's face turned green with a "swish", and he was completely different from the one who couldn't help laughing just now. His tone was cold and cold, and he warned in a low voice: "You are not allowed to talk about my goddess."