Fierce Love: Dawn Mystery

Chapter57

There was still an hour or two before the sun would rise, and the surrounding light was still very weak. The street lamps that were not yet dark on the street were emitting a long white light. At the turn of morning and evening, the entire street was covered with snow.

Such a quiet environment made the two desolate figures on the extended balcony outside the tenth floor of LK look so inconspicuous.

Kim woke up from the cold. He should have been waiting for his lover's soft call in a warm bed, but now those lies have become flimsy and vulnerable, and his acting skills are still as good as ever.

"You lied to me, there are no apples, no flights, and I have been sentenced since last night, right?" Kim wanted to move, but he couldn't move his body, and his hands and feet couldn't move.

"Don't move around, I'll give you an injection of muscle relaxants." Mo Bei was also sitting on the balcony, his tie loosened a bit, and there was still some stubble on his chin, smoking a cigarette quietly. What a world of difference for a classy gentleman who's always wanted to get out of his thug role.

Knowing that he couldn't move now, Kim calmed down instead, and stopped moving his body in vain, just paralyzed there motionless: "You are, when did you find out?"

"The day before John's accident, he sent me an audio file, as well as cherry blossoms. I checked, and the only place where there will be cherry blossoms this season is the sycamore forest in the suburbs, and there are still Lings in that forest. dead body." He just stated the facts mechanically, but Kim's face was no longer reflected in his eyes.

"That brat." Kim raised his head to look at the dark sky, his limbs pressed against the ground let the cold infiltrate bit by bit, he didn't resist, didn't fight, and resigned himself to saving those futile efforts.

"After all, the two of them have been with me for many years. I need someone to pay for their lives." Mo Bei's eyes were dark and unfathomable. He walked through the dreamlike morning fog, as if he had seen a lot, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

Kim was stunned, calm but also puzzled, his expression looked a little helpless.

"Then why didn't you kill me?"

"I want to try and see what I can get in exchange for your life."

Mo Bei shook off the cigarette ash, threw the cigarette butt at his feet and stamped it out, and finally turned his head to look at him, as if looking at a commodity up for sale.

"Hey——" Kim pulled the railing with his hand and tried to get closer to him, trying to pretend not to care, but the words became so heavy that the end of his voice was even a little choked: "Have you ever loved me? Mo Bei. "

"I love Kim."

His fingers suddenly loosened with all his strength, and his upper body fell on the railing. A few strands of hair at the back of his head were tangled and twisted together by the wind. He tried his best to smile, and his face was deathly pale: "I knew it."

"He's here." Mo Bei stood up with his hands on the ground, leaving his pain behind.

Webber's uneasy mood since he received the news was confirmed when he saw Kim lying on the side and unable to move. The disguise he imposed was exposed, so should he be happy or sad?

"What does Mr. Mo mean by making An Ran like this?"

Mo Bei took a few steps towards him, lazily and non-aggressively: "Who is he? I think Mr. Weber should know better than me. You took away Kim who was injured two years ago. You brought back the Kim two years later, and you shouldn't understand all these things better than anyone else."

"There is only one Kim in this world, if you don't want him, you can give him back to me."

The dead Kim is yours, and the living one is mine.

"I just ask you, where is the real Kim?" Mo Bei suddenly lost his patience, his expression was sharp.

"It's useless." The powerless man looked at the two men who were on the verge of swords, and said lightly, "No one will pay for this scam. My value can't be exchanged for anything."

Hearing this, Mo Bei walked up to him, easily held him in his arms, faced Wei Bo, put the gun to the side of his head, and smiled fiercely: "Then let's take a gamble and see if you are worth it." How many?"

"You won't shoot." Weber said firmly, looking at Mo Bei coldly, "You can't shoot against this identical face."

"Really? It's a pity that I can't see his face now. Thanks to the spy you planted beside me, I have nothing now. So, at this point, I have no choice."

Mo Bei took off the insurance, and Kim closed his eyes and smiled.

It turns out that I have worked so hard to get you to be so special and have no choice.

"Put the gun down!" Wei Bo was startled, and immediately took out his gun and pointed it at Mo Bei.

"Look, you are much more valuable than you think." Mo Bei tapped Kim's temple with the muzzle of his gun, and the cold metal was against his forehead. With a little force, the bullet would go through his head However, this is really an unforgettable experience.

"I'll ask you one last time, where is Kim!"

"I told you to put the gun down!"

The two men confronted each other hoarsely, but Kim had no intention of continuing the game.He raised his hand and grasped the handle of the gun firmly, with such force that even Mo Bei was panicked.

Kim raised his face slightly, the morning light that had just emerged filled his face, his eyelashes outlined a faint arc of shadow, the corner of his mouth was still smiling just now, but his fingers were gradually tightening.

Mo Bei's face suddenly lost all color, and the hand holding the gun subconsciously relaxed.

In a daze, Kim broke free from his shackles, and instead put the gun on Mo Bei's chest.

[Special engineer-style drug resistance training, I will do it now, right away! 】

In fact, after he woke up, his own functions had gradually neutralized the effects of the medicine. Now, it was time to end all grievances.

Mo Bei looked down at the gun against his chest, wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Seeing Kim pointing a gun at Mo Bei intact, Wei Bo was a little relieved but also proud: "An Ran, you finally see the true face of this man, wake up, him"

"Shut up!" Kim turned his face to interrupt him, and then looked at Mo Bei again.

"This fake face, this fake body, can only be exchanged for a fake heart in the end. Deals in the world are always so fair, right? That guy said he doesn't mind, what about you? I'm afraid You don’t have such a good measure to make a living with a fake, right?”

Mo Bei frowned at him and remained silent.

Kim didn't look at him anymore, but kept his hand on the gun an inch away.

"If it were me, I wouldn't make money. Whoever wants it will take it. You want your Kim, and he loves his An Ran. If you don't make money for me, I won't make money for you."

Wei Bo had a bad premonition, and couldn't help but say, "Enron"

"Do you think he deserves to die?" Kim stopped Webber's words, "but you deserve to die even more. The most damn thing you do is to create me. In fact, from the beginning, I was the most redundant. If I never showed up, None of this will happen."

He felt that this conclusion was very insightful, and he smiled complacently as usual, and suddenly felt that he was too similar to that person, and then said to Weber: "As a punishment, I will let you face the dead body for the rest of your life." Let's go, just watch him rotten to nothing but bones and dregs, and I don't want to throw it away!"

The gun in his hand fell to the ground and his body fell backwards.

Behind is the ten-story building full of air and floating snow.

"An Ran!" Wei Bohong followed the figure and jumped down.

Mo Bei silently watched what was happening in front of him. He walked over, picked up the gun on the ground and murmured, "Why aren't you him?"

If there is no Kim in this world, where would his empty heart be placed.

He closed his eyes and aimed the gun at his temple, his fingertips seemed to still have his temperature, as warm as the sun shining on his face, and he pressed his fingers hard, but the gun was empty.

He opened his eyes suddenly, tears streaming down his face.