after he died

This morning, Zhao Yingxiong wiped his pen for the last time.The pen is the weapon, and the pen is the weapon.Like a soldier, Zhao Yingxiong solemnly wiped his weapons before going to the final battlefield.No one has had the opportunity to confirm this by asking the person concerned:: Does Zhao Yingxiong have a premonition, so he must polish his pen to shine on this day.

At nine o'clock, Zhao Yingxiong began to fidget.His eyes were focused on the telephone on the desk, as if he thought he could make it ring just by staring hard enough.The idea is nonsense.However, the phone did ring.

Zhao Yingxiong got up from the chair abruptly, and his pace when he ran to the phone was not so fast as it was flustered.Before picking up the receiver, he waited deliberately again, as if counting to three in his heart.

"Hello?" He picked up the phone and said carefully into the receiver.He was waiting for a voice to sound.

In the end, it was Sangsang who called.

Zhao Yingxiong slowly sat down on the swivel chair in front of the desk.Sangsang was chattering on the other end of the phone.She always has so much to say, once Zhao Yingxiong was moved by Sangsang's beautiful voice.However, today's situation is different. If Zhao Yingxiong is asked to repeat what the other party said, he will find that Zhao Yingxiong didn't listen carefully.He became more and more restless when Sangsang switched from one topic to another.He was worried that the phone he was waiting for would not come in because the line was busy.

That phone call was so important, not only to him, but also to all mankind.

"Sangsang, I'm very busy now, I have a lot of things to do." Zhao Yingxiong politely suggested to end the call.With just a few words, he annoyed Sangsang. "You want to say we'll talk next time, right? Let me tell you, there will be no next time!" Sangsang said angrily and hung up the phone.

Yeah, they will never have another chance to chat.Maybe Zhao Yingxiong knew about it, maybe he didn't.

——What about Sangsang?Will Sang Sang know that Zhao Yingxiong will never have a chance to do anything again?

The pen is like new, the body is shiny.Zhao Yingxiong opened the cap of the pen with a particularly devout attitude, he wanted to write some words with his weapon.However, he didn't know exactly what to write.

His heart was still on the phone.A man who can never put down his pen, all he wants now is to hear the phone ring.

When will the bell ring?He thought over and over again about this question that couldn't be answered out of thin air, and the pen in his hand moved back and forth on the paper unconsciously.Time passed by every minute and every second.

At the same time, downstairs in Zhao Yingxiong's room, two men were opening the door and entering the room.One of the men was carrying what appeared to be a rather heavy suitcase.

The man carrying the suitcase first carefully placed the suitcase flat on the big bed in the center of the room.As he slowly opened the suitcase, another man walked up to the window, poking his head out of the open window, tilting his body and looking up.He was looking at Zhao Yingxiong's window.But of course he couldn't see anything.Zhao Yingxiong's window was closed, and only a gap was left by the drawn curtains.

The man by the bed fiddled with the contents of the box, the timer-like component, and the assorted wires that connected it.Looks like this is a drug.If not, then at least it is trying to make people think it is a prop.

Upstairs, Zhao Yingxiong finally put down the pen in his hand.He carefully put the pen cap on his shiny weapon, and then, after gently putting it down, stared at the phone again with his chin resting on his shoulders.

Maybe it was sex, maybe it was a prop to make people think it was sex, whatever it was, it was finally done.The timer reads 5:00, and of course, soon the number changes to 4:59, then 4:58.This number cannot be introduced further, otherwise it will be endless.

The man by the bed calls the man by the window.We need to leave asap.

Absolutely.The time on the timer has changed to 4:27.You don't need to know math to guess that this number is approaching 0:00.

The men hurried away.They faintly heard the phone ringing as they closed the door, and didn't care where the ringing came from.

Zhao Yingxiong jumped up from the chair again.The phone is right in front of his eyes, which saves him from stumbling over it.He silently counted one, two, three, and then stretched out his hand.

He hoped this was the important call.He can confirm in a second.He has put the earpiece to his ear.

However, on his deathbed, the only thing he heard was the sound of bullets piercing his skull.The sniper's bullet pierced his skull.

He once thought that he should be killed by the bomb. Zhao Yingxiong didn't know where this idea came from. When he was very young, he thought that if people were mortal, he was willing to die in the best possible place. Time, in the most tragic way.

It's a pity that he didn't die the way he wanted... wait, he doesn't regret it.At the end of the day, he didn't get a chance to feel sorry.

He fell to the ground, unable to see anything with his still open eyes.He is completely cut off from the world.

On the messy pile of manuscript paper on the desk, it was written by Zhao Yingxiong casually.In his life, the last words written were——

Is it because he left?What if I suddenly leave you?