Chapter 62

The whole room was shrouded in silence. No one expected such an amazing turn, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Lin Ziyu was the first to react. He winked at his subordinates behind him. Several tall and strong men rushed towards the sunken air standing not far away, trying to stop the stranger who suddenly rushed out to disrupt the situation.

Han Li looked terrified:

"wait……"

Before he could stop his words, Chen Kong sneered coldly. On one side of his body, he avoided all attacks like a swimming fish, and then removed the joints of the people cleanly and accurately. The clear sound of flesh and blood colliding seemed particularly creepy in the quiet room. Lin Ziyu's face became solemn. When he was about to do something more, he heard Han Li's voice sound again, and he made up for the first half of the sentence:

"etc."

His voice was quiet and low. However, as a subordinate and friend who had been with him for many years, Lin Ziyu keenly noticed some unstable factor hidden in Han Li's voice, as if he was deeply suppressed by the torrential torrent under the calm surface, so tight that he could almost hear the subtle tremors sinking under the restrained surface.

This is the first time in so many years that Lin Ziyu has seen Han Li with such a clear and exposed mood.

He couldn't help but be stunned, and raised his hand to stop his subordinates who were about to rush forward.

The room returned to silence again.

Chen Kong raised his foot and walked over the people lying on the ground with a calm expression. He walked towards Han Li standing in the middle of the study. His steps were steady and rhythmic. The thick carpet absorbed all the footsteps. But it seemed that every step was stepping on the rhythm of his heartbeat. The heavy feeling of oppression made people feel breathless.

Han Li remained motionless, his dark eyes fixedly staring at the young man walking towards him, his thin lips were pursed tightly into a thin straight line, and his gloomy eyes seemed to be surging wildly. His emotions seemed to be restrained by reason at a critical point. If he was not careful, he would break through the gate in the next second and pour out, accompanied by the astonishing desire to destroy everything.

But his knuckles that held the gun turned slightly white, as if suppressing something.

But Chen Kong seemed to have not noticed the faint danger aura on Han Li at all, but stood in front of him without changing his face and chuckled: "Although I can be regarded as watching you grow up, I have to say that your ability is even better than I imagined." He paused and said with some uncertainty:

“…Maybe it’s my credit?”

Han Li did not answer, but just stared at Chen Kong tightly.

His gaze was silent and focused, as if he wanted to engrave the other person's appearance in his mind, stroke by stroke.

Chen Kong raised his hand casually and gently pressed Han Li's hand holding the gun:

"But, I can't let you do that."

Han Li let his cold and calm back of his hand trembled slightly by the temperature of the palm of Shenkong, but his fingers were still tightly clasped on the handle of the gun.

He suddenly spoke:

"Why?"

Han Li's eyes were locked tightly on Shen Kong's face, without letting go of a slight emotional fluctuation.

He seemed to be asking questions about Chen Kong's conclusion just now, but it seemed that he was not.

This question seems to have been poured into every minute and second of the past twenty years, and the complex and deep emotions are mixed in every pronunciation, which is almost touching.

Chen Kong's lips were pursed tightly, holding Han Li's palm tightened slightly. The cold temperature on the other party's hand was transmitted through the fitting skin, which almost made him feel cold. His eyes were gloomy, as if there were thousands of waves, but the surging emotions were fleeting in an instant, even Han Li, who was closest to him, could not easily capture it.

His voice was as light as if he sighed:

"Because I've taken action."

Han Li was slightly stunned.

Chen Kong's expression was very light, as if it could be smoothed by a gust of wind, and as if it could not be touched by a distance, he looked down at Han Li, his palm still covering the back of his hand: "Guess who the first person I killed was?"

The answer is self-evident.

The warm fingers of Shenkong passed by Han Li's back and bypassed the side edge of his palm. His voice was as plain as if telling someone else's story:

"Taking a person's life by himself is different from all your past experiences in life - blood doesn't matter. What impressed me the most is watching the light that symbolizes life slowly passes through his eyes, and the gradually enlarged pupils slowly become empty and unsightly. You watch human reason peel off from the □□ - In fact, unlike many people's impressions, the passage of life does not float away from the body, but is more like diving down into the depths of consciousness, like a ship that died sinking to the dark bottom of the sea."

He seemed to be recalling, and as if he had already withdrawn from his past. Now he was just looking down at the objective facts that had happened indifferently:

"Killing the first one is the easiest time, because you may be just a moment of emotional impulse, or you may have practiced and planned many times in your heart. The next action has become a subconscious physical memory, but the next time is the most difficult. Those eyes that have lost their spirits will often appear in your mind. You need more killing and stimulation to forget it."

Chen Kong paused, frowned thoughtfully, and continued to say a few seconds later:

"I only started getting used to this feeling since the eleventh."

His voice was calm and casual, as if it was as unremarkable as eating and drinking water in his eyes. The light tone made people feel fear and trembling from the bottom of their hearts, and it seemed increasingly creepy in the dead room.

Chen Kong lowered his eyes and stared at Han Li's eyes seriously:

"Phone killing is a line with clear boundaries, one side is rational and one side is crazy. As long as you pass, you can't come back - no one knows better than me."

At this moment, he suddenly laughed: "I'm not advising you not to kill people, I don't have the qualifications, after all, I have more blood on my hands than you."

The hollow fingertips slid between Han Li's palm and the cold gun.

With a little force, the heavy piece of metal could fall into his palm.

His voice was deliberately lowered, with a gentle and careless bewitching, like a strange flower blooming under the blood moon, with a terrifying and deadly temptation, and gently whispering:

"So...let me help you."

I don’t know when it started, but the distance between the two people has been shortened to nearly zero, and I can almost feel the other person’s subtle breath.

Han Li loosened his fingers.

The heavy gun fell into Chen Kong's hand, but before he could feel the other party's cold palm flipped, and he slammed his wrist, then pulled him hard in his direction. Chen Kong was pulled out of control, and then felt the other party's aura hit fiercely and bit his lips hard.

Chen Kong raised his hand to jamm the other party's throat and tried to pull Han Li away.

But the other party kissed him deeper regardless of the situation, almost bleeding his lower lip.

The pain from his lips aroused Chen Kong's fierceness. He raised his hand to hold Han Li's neck and fought back even more violently.

The gun fell from between the two and quietly sank into the soft hair of the carpet.

The kiss between the two was like a fight, like the fierce biting and fighting for the fierce beast sword fighting for territory. Soon, blood was seen, and the strong smell of rust was filled with the mouth. Han Li was still lacking some experience and soon defeated in front of Shen Kong.

After a few minutes, they separated panting, with blood on their mouths.

Chen Kong raised his thumb and rubbed his injured lower lip, and took a "hiss" breath.

He frowned: "Are you a dog?"

Han Li did not answer, but just approached again, his fingers clenched tightly with his hollow clothes like a spasm, and his knuckles turned a faint white as he tried.

The corners of his eyes were red, and his black eyes were staring at the sunken air near him. Before he could breathe, he said fiercely: "Okay! If you don't let me kill, I won't kill you."

Chen Kong was silent for a moment, frowned, and looked at Han Li in an exploratory manner.

Han Li stared at him deeply again, his voice low and hoarse: "What else do you want?"

Chen Kong frowned and looked back at Han Li, as if he wanted to see something in his dark eyes, but he could only see his shrinking face imprinted in his eyes, staring at himself in confusion.

"What if I say I want you to be a good person in the future and don't contact the underworld?"

"good."

Han Liying was straightforward and neat.

He stared at Chen Kong's face, the stubborn and heavy in his eyes was hard to ignore, affectionate and almost paranoid, and said disregardlessly with the determination to break through the south wall and never look back: "If you want, I will draft a contract now, divide the company's open and dark affairs, and wash all the things from today, and withdraw all the gray areas."

Lin Ziyu's extremely surprised voice came not far away: "...Brother Han?"

But Han Li did not look in the direction where the sound came, and still stared at Chenkong with a steady gaze, as if he could only hold his figure in his eyes, and could no longer enter other scenery: "So... you are not allowed to leave this time."

His eyes were so bright that Chen Kong had to move his eyes away, as if he would be overwhelmed by the strange and panic-inspiring emotions. His mood was a little complicated, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment:

"you……"

At this moment, the system's indifferent mechanical sound came to my ears: "Ten minutes are about to end, and the correction officer will be sent to the studio headquarters for points assessment, and the countdown will be one minute: 60, 59..."

Chen Kong had to make up his mind:

"I'm sorry, I still have to leave... maybe next time..."

But, there is no next time.

Shen Kongxin knows it well.

He exchanged the next two time nodes for these ten-minute teleportation extensions. Whether Han Li fulfilled his oath of "being a good person", his work in this world was over. However, the only difference is that if Han Li was finally pulled back to the fate of the original villain by the world line, his points settlement would be cleared. Chen Kong knew that if he told Han Li about his possible death, this stupid man who had stubbornly found him for ten years might really stick to the right path.

But he doesn't really want to do it now.

Han Li seemed to realize something. He grabbed Shenkong's collar tighter, and the surface of the always calm and calm planner cracked. He gritted his teeth hard and said in a panic:

"At least, tell me your name-"

Chen Kong raised his hand and gently touched Han Li's cheek. His scorching fingertips cast a higher temperature on Han Li's cold side face, which made him tremble involuntarily. Then, the young man standing in front of him suddenly possessed himself and came to Han Li's ear. The light and bitter green grass smell once again enveloped Han Li. The other party's warm breath brushed through his earlobes and sent several hoarse pronunciations to his ears: "Remember, my name is Chen Kong."

The mechanical sound in my ears became louder and harsh, cold and pure, without any emotional fluctuations: "It was detected that the opportunity to complete the corrector's task was exhausted, and the corrector was being transferred to the headquarters of the corrector's three-view studio. The countdown began: ten, nine, eight..."

Chen Kong sighed, lowered his head, and touched Han Li's lips lightly:

"goodbye."

“…two, one.”
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