Blake Jing's eyes slowly moved from Max to the people at the door. The sunlight shining through the glass gave people a vague golden edge. The face hidden in the shadow made it difficult to see his face clearly. Only those golden eyes that were tolerant and gentle to everyone were clearly revealed. At this moment, they were subtly showing the sharpness of looking down on the world. Anyone could tell that his current mood was not good.
The policemen who rushed up to the top floor held their heavy and rapid breathing, feeling increasingly uneasy.
"Great...it's okay. Now my job is saved." The young police officer's suddenly relaxed voice sounded in the room, and his somewhat out-of-touch words made the tense atmosphere in the room quickly dissipate.
If you say this in front of the hostages, aren't you afraid that people will wear small shoes for you? Blake Jing thought dumbfounded, and followed the words and turned his eyes away. He avoided Max and walked towards the police to give instructions on the follow-up matters: "Don't be so relaxed yet. Come and capture the kidnapper. Don't let anyone escape." Otherwise, you can think about your next job. You can take the hostages to bandage their wounds." Blake Jing casually named someone in a business-like tone.
The work tasks of the young people who were just starting out changed from rescuing hostages to providing logistical support. Everyone nodded happily and followed Blake Jing's orders. The young police officer with a bitter look on his face also adjusted his clothes and smiled. He happily went to Max and asked, "Children, are you injured anywhere?"
It's a pity that his flattery only resulted in indifferent disregard.
The undisguised sound of leather boots rang on the wooden boards that had been in disrepair. Behind the busy figures of everyone, Blake Jing walked out of the auditorium alone. A slightly loose white shirt hung on his body, outlining his thin waist. Thin, as if it could be weighed down by clothes.
This was what Max saw when he turned around. When this adjective came to his mind, he felt a bit ridiculous. Thin, thin? How could a person who was so agile and skilled in the face of five powerful and powerful kidnappers just now be called weak?
But he watched Blake Jing walk step by step outside the auditorium, stepping out of the range where the sun could shine, and being enveloped by the lingering gloom in the building. Every step he took seemed to be saying goodbye to the world, with no intention of ever leaving. Leave without mercy.
Max had an inexplicable thought at this moment:
If he didn't catch up, he would never be seen again for the rest of his life.
This thought was so strong that when he came back to his senses, he found that he had grabbed Blake Jing's sleeve, and the rare violent beating of his heart hit his chest, even causing a dull pain.
Blake Jing stopped and glanced sideways at Max's hand holding his sleeve. It was bruised, red and swollen. It was the broken hand.
He thought sadly that there was no end to it.
Expose your pain, vulnerability, and griEvan Taices in front of him, just to attract his attention. But how much of this is genuine and how much is just an act? Even now, he didn't know whether Max's move to save him despite his own pain was to win his sympathy, or whether the soul hidden under the layers of shell was watching his every move with interest.
True and false are mixed, virtual and real are intertwined.
He frowned slightly, raised his hand and waved to the embarrassed young police officer, signaling him to go do something else. Then he knelt down, and gently but unhesitatingly opened Max's fingers with his well-jointed palms. But the kid seemed to be stubborn. He opened and closed one of the sticks, as if he didn't notice his injuries. The redness and swelling spread visibly to the naked eye, and the carvings on the white and tender palms were a bit scary. .
Blake Jing raised his head and glanced at the young man's eyes. Compared with the dead silence and madness before, his eyes were now clear and stubborn. You would kill me if you had the ability.
Blake Jing paused, his eyes dazed for a moment.
He had seen too many eyes, with enthusiasm, love, trust, and hatred, staring at the general sitting in Shence Mansion from far or near. But there were so few eyes focused on the identity of "Blake Jing" that he even recalled the time he spent with his friends when he was young.
Even if this look is filled with inexplicable possessiveness.
He subconsciously relaxed his grip on Max's wrist, and his tone was filled with helplessness: "Let go, if you don't feel the pain, I will."
Max was obviously stunned for a moment. He glanced at his miserable palm and then seemed to realize that there was an injury there. However, he looked away after just one glance, not caring about the pain at all, and spoke with a hoarse voice: "Blake Jing, it doesn't matter how many times you abandon me, I will find you."
Max leaned very close, his voice was very soft, and the air flow as he spoke secretly echoed between the two of them, with a tacit understanding that only the two of them could understand.
"Here, here's the medicine box." The little policeman came over with a white box with a red cross on it, inserted it between the two of them, breaking the secretive atmosphere just now, and placed it next to Blake Jing as if taking credit for it, without waiting for Blake Jing to Yuan said something, and the young police officer hurried away, turned his back to Max and gave him an encouraging thumbs up.
Blake Jing opened the medicine box dumbfounded, rummaging around with his fingers inside, making a rustling sound. He lowered his head and sniffed the ointment, and the cool mint smell hit his nose. After understanding the use of the ointment, he continued: "Let go, I'll give it to you." Apply the medicine." Max didn't move for a while. After a while, he suddenly had an idea and tentatively added: "I won't leave."
Max looked a little weird for a moment. Blake Jing had said these soothing words to him countless times. It was a real-life version of crying wolf. For a moment, he wanted to say, "Do you think you still have credibility?" But when he saw Blake Jing carefully looking at his palm and carefully holding his hand, the vicious words that swelled in his heart quickly dissipated, and a more confused and overwhelmed emotion brewed in his heart.
"Believe him again." Max thought, he slowly released his palm and allowed Blake Jing to move.
The young man's eyebrows were drooped, and some of his loose hair hung down, covering part of his eyebrows, hiding those secret emotions under layers of disguise.
A cool feeling came from the palm of his hand, and the sharp pain was relieved. However, to Max, the pain and relief were just physical sensations and were not worth mentioning. He did not even frown. Blake Jing lowered his head, and his hair covered part of his eyes. This made Max unable to see his eyes and the emotions in them. This made him feel uneasy and restless. An emotion called irritability quietly emerged. He raised his hands in a mean manner. It was only after he pushed Blake Jing's broken hair into his ears that he felt some relief. He could clearly feel the muscles under his hands tightening from the inadvertent skin contact. He suddenly felt happy. This emotion was unfamiliar and had no reason, which made him a little confused.
He rubbed the corner of Blake Jing's eyes. There was a mole there, which made the soft-lined eyes appear somewhat charming, but they fit perfectly. Anyone would fall into the silent and gentle gaze of these eyes.
The delicate touch made Max squint his eyes in pleasure, and then he heard Blake Jing repeat the question just now: "Why do you want to find me?"
Blake Jing could no longer talk to Max with the same attitude as coaxing a child. Maybe it was because of the persistence in the boy's eyes, or maybe it was the loneliness when he said 'I will find you'.
Max is too young, and he has not learned or even expressed his emotions due to the twists and turns of adults. Even if he bites and grinds, he just wants an answer. Together with the loneliness and confusion for many years, it has turned into a clinging force. Son, desperate for fear that the answer he is pursuing will slip away from his eyes.
But he was destined to be disappointed.
Blake Jing's mood was low, as if he had been sunk to the bottom of the water. Invisible pressure wrapped around his whole body, squeezing the air in his lungs, and then he fell bit by bit without any time to struggle.
The eyes were a weak point, and the touch of the delicate fingers belonging to a young child rubbing the corners of his eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable. He even felt that this action was unspeakably ambiguous, which made Blake Jing curse himself in his heart, how could a little baby know this. But he didn't swat the boy's hand away, perhaps because the restless and irritable aura lingering around Max suddenly became calm and peaceful.
"Your eyes are the same as mine." Max's voice sounded low, and he watched with satisfaction as the skin at the corner of his eyes gradually turned red under his actions. The police officers who were busy walking behind him and the sounds they made became a distant scenery. , unable to break into their world, this idea also made him extremely relaxed.
The young man's fingers slid down his cheek, and he held Blake Jing's chin and raised it slightly, making the person's eyes focus on his.
The magnificent golden eyes were as calm as water, as unwavering as his, but not so similar.
"Tell me, in a boring and painful world that can be seen through at a glance, how do you manage to do so without feeling the slightest bit impatient?"
Max asked softly. He had asked himself why he was so persistent with Blake Jing? For his rare handsome face, for his sharpness and gentleness that are different from others? No, it's none of these.
Perhaps when he saw Blake Jing for the first time, he clearly saw Blake Jing's unruffled and lifeless eyes, but he could still feel comfortable, happy and gentle in a moment of peace while lying in the grass everywhere. Smiling.
He wants an answer, an answer to a question that has troubled him to this day and may even haunt him for the rest of his life:
"In this incompatible and meaningless world, why not die?"
Blake Jing lowered his eyes and neatly wrapped a bandage on the young man's hand. The two of them fell into a brief silence. For a long time, when Max thought that he would be overwhelmed by disappointment if he didn't get an answer, the young man suddenly stood up and avoided Max's hand. With his fingers, under the young man's silent gaze, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on his head, rubbing it:
"Life has no meaning, all it has is the future and responsibilities you have added to yourself. But it seems that what you want is not these high-sounding encouragements."
Blake Jing smiled as he spoke, perhaps because he was far away from his hometown and the responsibilities he had to bear. A hole suddenly opened in his heart, which was surrounded by layers of clouds. His usually gentle eyes showed a little tiredness. On this distant planet, his dryness was revealed. He pretended to be understated and added several layers of lies to the truth to tell himself:
"In the first half of my life, I was chased by responsibilities and had no time to think about it. But the future is too far away."
"I can't give you the answer you want." Blake Jing said.
Max looked into Blake Jing's eyes and felt as if he had been waiting for these words for a century, but he was not as happy as he imagined. The bitterness flowed through the air and entangled itself in his heart. It was obvious that he didn't even care about himself. , but the traces of pain made him subconsciously hold his chest.
Blake Jing shouldn't show this expression.
Max stared at Blake Jing expressionlessly for a long time, and an exaggerated smile appeared on his face that seemed real and fake: "Really, that's great. If you say your life is full of meaning...
"Then I might go crazy with jealousy." His eyebrows were curved and affectionate.
Hearing these nonsensical words, Blake Jing suddenly lost his composure and raised his hand to rub Max's hair, teasing in a low voice: "You are so young, where do you have so many dark thoughts? What a shameful person." "Little B@st@ard."
He smiled, and the sadness he felt just now dissipated completely in an instant.
When the police officers pressed down the kidnappers who had been tied up several times and went downstairs, several high-end black cars were parked in the distance that were still as clean as new after rolling in the forest for a long time. Dean was standing at the door with a cane and stood beside him. There was a middle-aged man with a majestic face and thin hair. His eyes were sharply fixed on Max Osamu who was pulling Blake Jing away, like a leader who came to inspect the work.
The two people's clothes were not dirty at all, and they seemed to have arrived at a time jam.
Blake Jing vaguely saw the shadow of Max Osamu in the middle-aged man's eyebrows. He must be Max's relative, but his eyes did not have the worry and joy of ordinary parents after seeing their kidnapped children rescued. Instead, his eyes showed suppressed anger and indifference. It's like a superior king looking at his useless ministers. This made him a little unhappy.
When he saw the man, Max, who was holding his hand, suddenly tensed up. Blake Jing thought in a nonchalant and surprised way that Max seemed a little afraid of this man.
Blake Jing quietly squeezed Max's cold palm, maybe it was the warm palm that reassured him, and the boy's stiff body quickly calmed down.
Humans are really strange animals. It was clear that they felt like strangers just now, but the light and shadow of a few words, and the similar loneliness that penetrated people's hearts, made the two people get closer subtly.
"Well done, I really saw the right person. This is the head of the Tsushima family, Shuji's father, and this is Blake Jing who has just become my subordinate." Dean introduced with an unprecedented warm smile on his face.
Tsushima? Blake Jing was stunned for a moment, and then he thought in a dumbfounded way that Max had been guarding him from the beginning. The words I can't live without, I miss you, the twists and turns and calculations in my heart can form a circle, making people spin around, and the true and false words coming out of his mouth are entangled and unclear, making it difficult for people to distinguish.
He didn't look at Max, but the child's guilty gesture of squeezing his hand made him want to laugh.
But it was just a name, so he wouldn't be angry.
Blake Jing comforted himself, but in the end he couldn't hold it back. He felt childishly unhappy like carbonated bubbles in his heart, and he let go of Max's hand as if annoyed.
Max even pulled his hand twice like a puppy.
"Thank you, Mr. Keimoto, for regardless of your own safety, going deep into danger and saving the dog. I am extremely grateful, but I don't know how I can repay you?" Tsushima looked away from Max Osamu, and the coldness in his eyes suddenly disappeared, sincere and grateful. Smiling, the contrast between the front and the back looks like two people.
"It's too much praise. I just did what I should do." Blake Jing said politely. He has been dealing with official circles for many years, and his superficial skills are almost engraved in his bones.
Tsushima glanced at each other and then looked away, knowing in his heart that this was all just talk, and it was Blake Jing's time to receive the reward. Tsushima took the opportunity to interact with Dean and expand his network of contacts.
Zang Tian watched silently, looking a little amused at the fact that Blake Jing, who had driven him away in anger before, now became a good subordinate again, without giving him any trouble.
Tsushima turned around and said hello, hello, everyone, Dean. Blake Jing took a few steps to the side with a wink, blending in with a group of police officers, trying to minimize his presence.
The little policeman holding his windbreaker asked Blake Jing tremblingly on behalf of all the police: "Is it the chief we drove away just now?"
He still remembers that Blake Jing's first order was to drive away irrelEvan Tait people. Is this an irrelEvan Tait person? ?
Blake Jing nodded without any psychological burden: "Yes."
Small police:"."
The little policeman shrugged bitterly: "It's over, I still can't keep my job."
Blake Jing patted his shoulder and comforted him: "It's just right, you don't have to face the vicious gangsters anymore."
Blake Jing has no job, and he can still eat and drink without worrying about this face. What can he do, be a clothes hanger for others?
The little policeman broke away from Kai Blake Jing's hand expressionlessly: "Thank you."
Blake Jing smiled sincerely: "You're welcome."
As he spoke, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black thing falling forward from the corner of his eye. He was startled and subconsciously bent down to pick the person up in his arms.
The maturity and madness that Osamu Max usually displays makes people almost forget that he is just a child of about six years old. After being kidnapped for two days, his physical strength should have reached its limit long ago. Normal children can survive until now, and Blake Jing can praise him for his strong willpower.
Max was not only tied up for two days, but he also didn't eat for two days. Those idiots who hadn't finished nine years of compulsory education didn't even think of preparing some food for him.
His hands and feet were cold, his stomach ached like cramps, and the burning sensation of hunger tickled his heart and lungs, but when he thought about eating, he felt so sleepy that he didn't want to move, and even more disgusting acid surged up from his stomach.
He had obviously pretended to feel wronged in front of Blake Jing several times, but when it was his turn to feel uncomfortable, he didn't want others to see him.
He was groggy, but he still had the strength to pretend to be relaxed, holding back the stomach pain and holding Blake Jing's neck with both hands to prevent the other party from turning around and seeing his pale face.
Blake Jing turned his head and could only see the other person's curly black hair. Hearing the even breathing in his ears, he thought it was because he was tired. He took his windbreaker from the little policeman's hand and wrapped it around the child. He dragged his H!ps with one hand and gently K!ssed him with the other. Patting people on the back and coaxing them to sleep.
"King Yuan." Dean called him not far away. He originally wanted to send Max Osamu into the arms of another policeman, but the B@st@ard hugged him and refused to let go, so he had to carry him over.
He didn't miss the satisfaction flashing in Dean's eyes. His immediate boss couldn't help but nodded and said, "I didn't expect that your relationship with the young master would be so good. Just in time, I want you to stay with him for a few days. You are frightened at such a young age." , you are the first one to save him, I will definitely let you accompany him. Just comfort him, don’t worry about the salary, just pay him as usual." Zangtian patted Blake Jing on the shoulder in a friendly manner, not giving him a chance to refuse.
Blake Jing smiled a little reluctantly. I thought, scared? The first one to save him? Even the kidnapper was tricked by Tu Zaizi, how could he be frightened?
Dean made a grand statement, but in fact he just wanted to kick him, a person of unknown origin, out of the power center of the Special Agents Division, but he didn't want to let him roam around the country at will. The kidnapping incident just gave Dean the opportunity.
Throwing Blake Jing into Tsushima's house, while restricting Blake Jing's access, while showing favor to Tsushima, he can also monitor Tsushima's daily actions, kill three birds with one stone, can you be a thief again?
Tsushima looked hesitant: "It really makes me uneasy that Mr. Blake Jing, an outstanding person, would accompany Inuzi. I thank Mr. Dean for his kindness, but...
boom---
The sudden explosion of the school ruins not far away interrupted what he was trying to say. Red fire shot up from the bottom into the sky, mushroom-like outward expansion, and the stones and steel of the building covered his face with scorching heat. When it fell, a group of people screamed and ran away. The broken stones falling from the sky were like a heavy rain, leaving no room for people to escape. Blake Jing turned back with a sullen face, his jawline drew sharp lines, he clenched his palms tightly, and a golden light began to appear in his eyes. He didn't want to expose his power to others so quickly, but the current situation was critical. At the critical moment, the stones and steel shattered into powder in mid-air and scattered around, along with the scorching heat.
Someone is helping, is it another person with special abilities arranged by Zang Tian in the forest?
Blake Jing's eyes scanned the branches of the trees that he passed quickly while running. Finally, in the shade of a tree canopy, a middle-aged man with gray hair looked at him in surprise. He seemed not to have expected that he would be discovered, and then rushed towards him. He nodded slightly, and his movements were sharp as a soldier.
Blake Jing's golden eyes suddenly shrank, his clenched palms suddenly loosened, and the strength he mobilized was relaxed at the same time. He turned around and pressed Max in his arms and ran towards the open space in the distance.
The fire scorched the sky, and the crackling sound burned away all traces of the human presence here.
The faces of everyone were filled with dancing flames, and many people breathed a sigh of relief as if they had survived the disaster. Miraculously, no one was injured.
Dean and Tsushima's faces were dark and frightening, and their elegant manners just now turned into a mess in the escape. Blake Jing hid in the crowd and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this.
He originally thought that the explosion was a show by Dean to facilitate him moving into Tsushima's house, but the anger on his face didn't seem to be fake. He probably didn't even expect that there would be an explosion here.
Tsushima and why?
Before he could think clearly, Zeng Tian urged them to leave. The aftertaste of the explosion in the distance continued, and the roaring sounds from time to time pinched everyone's tense hearts. They were afraid that the explosion would affect them. They hurriedly followed Zeng Tian's words and sat down. Get in the car and run outside.
Amid the reverberations of the explosion, Blake Jing held Max in his car and drove towards the Tsushima family's mansion.
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