Nothing happened, it was an empty gun.

From beginning to end, Chu Huan didn't even blink his eyelids. He stood there straight, his eyes half open, and he was indifferent like a sleepwalking.

The guest sneered: "No response, bad review."

After hearing this, Chu Huan immediately leaned his head back with face, moved his cervical spine back and forth, and announced in a tone like chanting: "Ah, I'm dead."

The guest held up his hat and revealed a hard face belonging to the middle-aged man. His eyes walked around Chu Huan, and he dripped his flesh and blood like a knife, and said seriously: "I know it's too late now, but you shouldn't be so unprepared."

Chu Huan refused to comment, but just smiled. The corners of his mouth were a little sharp. When he smiled, he looked a little bad. With a pair of frameless glasses, he was so bad that he looked like a legendary beast in a dress.

The beast in the clothes said slowly: "Old Wang, please lean back a little, look up at the bright moon, and then say 'eggplant'?"

Old Wang was stunned for a moment, then, he seemed to understand something, took a small step back, and sighed: "You guy..."

Chu Huan took out a small plastic beetle with a fingernail from his pocket, like a toy mobile phone chain hanging on a mobile phone. He turned on the beetle's wings and saw that there was a password inside. Each digital button was only the size of a grain of rice. Chu Huan was able to quickly enter a sixteen-digit password on this unremarkable cryptocurrency, with the thickness of an adult man's fingers.

The door made a gentle sound, and Lao Wang's ears moved involuntarily. He found that there was a very thin light flashing by between the sides of the door where he was just standing and the height of his throat.

This made his throat roll involuntarily - the thing could cut off his neck before he could sense it.

"Crack." Chu Huan squeezed his eyes at the guest who was sweating in cold sweat, and then turned around as if he was unprepared, leaving a slender but haggard back to the uninvited guest in the middle of the night.

Lao Wang walked into the room. Although his expression was very relaxed, the muscles on his shoulders were tense. His eyes couldn't help but swept across the entire space. Finally, he found a Feng Shui treasure land. He sat down by himself without waiting for it - it was a single sofa placed alone in the corner of the wall. He sat on it with his side facing against the wall, just in time to see the window through the gaps in the curtains.

Even if this is the eighteenth floor.

A dim bedside lamp was lit on Chu Huan's bedside head, which was the only light source in the whole house, but the two of them had no objection to lighting.

Lao Wang occupied his nest and took his seat. Chu Huan paused, and said nothing due to politeness and asked politely: "What to drink?"

This normal hospitality method made Lao Wang feel a little relieved that he was "he is normal", so he narrowed his eyes and looked at the cat crawler at Chu Huan's house and asked casually: "What's there?"

Chu Huan: "Baibo water and tap water."

Lao Wang: “…”

A shitty hospitality.

Lao Wang coughed dryly and expressed his intentions in his heart: "No more nonsense. I didn't come here to quarrel at you at this o'clock. There is an important thing that I must tell you immediately--the 'little ghost' is not dead, it is said that he has entered the country."

Chu Huan paused with the kettle. After a long time, he let out a "hmm", lowered his eyes, and poured a cup of boiled water for his guests seriously with the attitude of making tea. After pouring it, he shook his wrists. The water surface was just flush with the mouth of the glass cup, not a drop, not a drop, not a drop.

"I've come here as soon as I've retired, so I don't have to go to the reception, right?"

Lao Wang: "You can still be rehired after retirement, and the little ghost is here, is the big ghost still far away?"

Chu Huan gently placed the kettle on the soft cushion on the corner of the table.

Lao Wang leaned heavily on the back of the sofa, took out the cigarette box, pulled out one and lit it: "Hey, where is the ash bomb?"

Chu Huan pulled out a huge fruit tray from the coffee table and handed it to him, pushed the lonely apples together, and freed up a place: "This."

"It's so particular." Lao Wang exhaled a long smoke ring and habitually bounced the ashes, although nothing was popping up. "The little ghost is clearly coming for you this time. You know, those two ghosts are all shrunk turtles and rarely come forward on their own. I miss this opportunity. I don't know that next time I will wait until the year of the Monkey, and I don't want to see them die at all."

Chu Huan leaned out and pulled out the cigarette box from Lao Wang's pocket and lit a cigarette for himself. The two men were silent face to face through a fruit plate, comparing to the point of not speaking.

What Lao Wang mentioned was a notorious international criminal gang in the first few years. Different countries have different names, and it is generally called "two ghosts" in China.

These two ghosts have all the five poisons and are all involved in any business, which is actually not important - mainly they are rich and secretly sponsoring several terrorist organizations, which are the terrorists who are ready to blow up buildings, buses and subways at any time.

For this person, cutting grass cannot eliminate the roots, and it will inevitably lead to poisoning in future generations.

Three years ago, after a long period of preparation and planning, several countries in East Asia and Southeast Asia finally jointly launched the "Ghost Fight" operation, counter-terrorism, and arresting two tasks in two-pronged approaches and carried out at the same time. As the most important part of the entire operation, Chu Huan lurked among the "Two Ghosts" for six years. It was him who personally destroyed the "little Ghosts" and opened the "big Ghosts"'s nest.

That time, "fighting ghosts" successfully made the infamous "two ghosts" disappear internationally, and of course there are also shortcomings - the little ghost almost died in one breath, but the big ghost ran away.

Back then, Laden was uneasy, but Americans were uneasy. Now, the great ghost was uneasy, so everyone was uneasy.

Chu Huan silently smoked a whole cigarette to his butt, and was stunned at Yanhui, and then he said slowly: "Oh, okay, then I'll go and meet my old lovers."

He agreed very happily, and Lao Wang was not surprised. The ghost-fighting operation back then was extremely tragic and sacrificed countless times. After three years, no one would want to bear the result of those two ghosts more than Chu Huan.

Lao Wang raised his head and looked at Chu Huan's home again. It was actually just a house. What kind of life was the bachelor who poured the ashes into the fruit plate? He could think of it on his toes.

Lao Wang left his official expression and his face softened: "How are you doing recently?"

"It's great." Chu Huan used two words to evade him. The man stretched out his slender limbs slightly, like a lazy lion who had sunbathed the sun, looking like a comfortable big cat. When he said this, he turned his head slightly and looked towards the curtains, as if he could see the night all over the city through the thick shade cloth, but he refused to meet Lao Wang's eyes.

When Lao Wang saw his perfunctory behavior, he felt a little sank in his heart and told him: "If you have any requirements in life, you can put forward them. The organization will definitely satisfy you as much as possible."

Chu Huan had his signature smirk on his face: "I may still be missing a wife."

Lao Wang glared at him: "No one told you to matchmaker Laxian. I want my wife to go out to search for her by herself, and she pierced her into the house all day long. I see you can marry the cat."

Chu Huan: "...Brother Wang, my cat is a father-in-law."

He was not honest and could not communicate normally. Lao Wang said heartily like a big brother: "Brother Wang didn't mess with you. You are young, don't always stay at home all day long. After this matter is over, I will recommend you to change jobs and find a more relaxed job. How about sitting in the office? If you live so quietly, you will easily feel depressed mentally."

Chu Huan looked like a hippie smile without any salt.

Lao Wang said this to this point. Seeing that he still couldn't listen, he couldn't do anything about him. He sighed, left him a gun and a few boxes of bullets, and patted Chu Huan on the shoulder: "You...ah, take care of yourself."

After sending the guests away, Chu Huan closed the door with an unadjusted whistle. Then he walked back to the bed, half-squatted down, reached under the edge of the bed, and found a small switch all the way. With a light sound, a small lid was turned on the edge of the bed, and there was also a password disk there.

Chu Huan did not stuff his head in and looked at it, and it was useless. There were no numbers on the password grid. The arrangement order on each key was messy. You need to bring the date into a complex formula to calculate it. Only after calculating it will you know which key is what number.

With a beep, Chu Huan had already entered the six-digit code. A fluorescent light flashed on the edge of the bed. The 50-centimeter thick bed board slowly cracked, revealing a horizontal and vertical tool box. Next to the box was a military thorn, with a triangular body, grayish-white, and there was no trace of light on the blade, standing there silently and hoarsely.

If the password is wrong or you attempt to violently destroy the device, you will not be swallowed, and the account will not be frozen. At most, you will be worn by adult meat skewers by the bed.

After the box is opened, there are many layers, everything inside, all kinds of old file bags, and they are made into stamped ID documents.

It took Chu Huan a long time to sort out the things inside. Finally, he took out a photo from the bottom of the box.

The photo shows a middle-aged man holding a little boy with expressionless face, rubbing a stain on his back that couldn't see clearly.

However, Chu Huan remembered that it was not a stain, but a child's body written in a line of pencils. It took too long and had been rubbed. What was it?

Well...it seems to be "Dad and me".

Chu Aiguo was so young at that time.

He held the photo, but didn't know what thought he had fallen into, and knelt on the cold floor for a long time.

After a long time, a light sound came from the top of the wardrobe, as if something had hit the metal frame on it. Chu Huan then came to his senses and turned his head and shouted: "Big?"

The only living thing in the room except him, the big guy on the top of the wardrobe did not answer, so Chu Huan lowered his head, pulled out the military sect, and then burned all the other things.
Chapter completed!