Four hours later, at the lunch market in Phnom Penh, Huang Ting ordered a bowl of locomotive for everyone. After Zhou Luoyang left the secret room, the first thing he did was to drink water.

"I have to leave," Ruan Song said nervously, "I won't eat, thank you."

"Where are you going?" Lu Zhongyu said seriously, and then took a casual look at Du Jing and Zhou Luoyang.

"It's too spicy," Du Jing said, "don't eat Tai Chili."

Zhou Luoyang picked out the Tai pepper and handed the juice to Du Jing. Du Jing took his hand and took a sip.

"I..." Ruan Song stood up and said, "Go home."

He was still holding the box, but Lu Zhongyu and Du Jing each used one hand to hold it down.

Du Jing said: "If you leave in such a hurry? Are you not going to talk?"

Ruan Song took a deep breath and said, "Do you want the money? You can share it with you, divided it into seven parts... no, nine parts."

"I don't want it," said Zhou Luoyang, "you keep it."

Ruan Song said: "Then I..."

However, at this moment, two plainclothes came over, Huang Ting looked up and greeted them. Lu Zhongyu chatted with them in English, took out handcuffs and handcuffed Ruan Song.

"I will keep the things for you," Lu Zhongyu said, "and will be sent to your wife and children and go back to trial."

Ruan Song suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at Lu Zhongyu in a daze, and said, "You..."

Huang Ting said: "Follow them, one person does things and one person does it. I think you still have this courage."

Ruan Song wanted to struggle, but was handcuffed, not to mention that even if he got up and ran away, he had nowhere to go. The two plainclothes showed the interpol's ID to everyone, and Du Jing nodded and let them go.

Ruan Song was taken into the car and drove away.

Zhou Luoyang said: "How many years will he be sentenced?"

"The death penalty is right," Lu Zhongyu said, "It's quite serious."

Huang Ting replied: "It should be the death penalty."

As soon as they asked and answered, both of them were relaxed and did not show any regrets to Ruan Song. Xiao Wu said: "So, after spending so much effort to bring him out is to sentence him to death."

"What else?" Lu Zhongyu said, "Do you think I should kill him in the secret room? He deserves to die, but how can he die, there is still justice. People should be ashamed of everything they do, right?"

Lu Zhongyu glanced at Du Jing again and said nothing.

Du Jing said politely: "The God of Justice thinks, how many years will I be sentenced to?"

Lu Zhongyu said: "I can't judge you."

Everyone stopped talking and considered the next issue. Kun seemed to want to speak but stopped, but Huang Ting said, "I have an arrangement later."

After a simple lunch, Lu Zhongyu got up, carried the box and said, "I have to go and do something."

"Go." Huang Ting said, "I'll take them out of here first."

They did not take a plane in Phnom Penh, for fear of being investigated by the local area again. Huang Ting took everyone away from Cambodia and asked Zhuang Li to drive to Thailand. He showed a special permit when passing the customs.

Kun, Xiao Wu and De'an's passports were searched and they wanted to report the loss to the Chinese Embassy again. When they were in the car, Huang Ting gave them a notebook and said, "Who did you deceived you into Ho Chi Minh City? Remember them in detail and record them. After returning to Wan City, we will still keep the files."

Late at night, everyone arrived in Bangkok, and Huang Ting used his permission to open a hotel room. It was not until he entered Thailand that Zhou Luoyang truly relaxed.

"It's like a dream," Zhou Luoyang said, lying on the big bed in the hotel, "I will definitely have nightmares in the next month."

"When I first started the mission," Du Jing said, "I would have nightmares occasionally, but it would be fine soon."

"Are you going to have any trauma after you have done so much psychological construction?" Zhou Luoyang came out after taking a shower and looked at Du Jing. Du Jing was wearing only a bathrobe and was too lazy to put on her sleeves. She let the bathrobe be placed on her waist, and sat half naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window eating chocolate and drinking the red wine provided by the hotel.

"There will be." Du Jing said, "but whenever the nightmare goes on, you will appear in my dream."

Zhou Luoyang said: "I remember you said that you will establish a defense mechanism..."

Du Jing killed too many people when he escaped from the secret room. Every time he fired a shot, he was so cold that he almost didn't blink.

Zhou Luoyang saw it, not only did he not fear, but he thought he was very great. Because every time he shot, he was to protect him and them.

"Well," Du Jing said, "the defense mechanism is you. Have a drink?"

"Just one," Zhou Luoyang said, "I'll drink too much and then... forget it."

Zhou Luoyang sat next to Du Jing and poured himself a little wine. Du Jing wanted to add a little more to him and said, "Drinking this little, your alcohol tolerance will get worse and worse."

Zhou Luoyang blocked his hand and said, "No, it's enough. You haven't traced it back anymore, I don't want to experience it again."

Du Jing raised his eyebrows and refused to comment.

Zhou Luoyang looked out the night view of Bangkok outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

From Wan City to Hong Kong, then to Ho Chi Minh City, to Cambodia, to Bangkok, all this is like a dream with great turmoil.

"It's twelve o'clock." Du Jing said to Zhou Luoyang.

Time flows slowly as always, tens of millions of years.

Zhou Luoyang began to feel that there was no need to experience thrilling backtracks, but happiness was the one who could be.

The two did not talk, Zhou Luoyang looked at Du Jing with a slightly drunk blush on his face.

"You know when you climbed through the secret passage of the agency," Zhou Luoyang said, "Are I thinking about what am I thinking?"

"I think if I die," Du Jing replied calmly, "What should you do? Or imagine how I die in front of you?"

"No," Zhou Luoyang looked at the handsome scar on his face and smiled sadly, "None of them."

Du Jing: "What is that?"

Zhou Luoyang did not answer. He didn't know what changes would happen between them after saying that. He once thought, and told him that the moment when that thought was born in the sea of ​​time was like a bubble floating on the sea.

However, some words, once they start to silence, cannot break the silence and say it out. As the silence time continues to extend, the chance of this sound becoming smaller and smaller.

After a few minutes of silence, Du Jing looked at Zhou Luoyang.

"Don't you want to release it after experiencing such a tense pressure?" Du Jing asked suddenly.

"What?" Zhou Luoyang said, "What is it released?"

Du Jingkuan's big palm was clenched, and he made a "up and down" move, looking at Zhou Luoyang seriously.

Zhou Luoyang's face suddenly turned red and he said, "No! That's not what he meant."

That was ridiculous. Zhou Luoyang knew that Du Jing still remembered that incident. After drinking the wine in the glass, he stood up and said, "I'm asleep."

"Go to sleep." Du Jing replied, "I'll sit for a while."

The next day, Zhou Luoyang reported his passport and applied for it again. During the period when he was waiting for the passport, everyone started to do nothing. Zhou Luoyang decided to go to worship Brahma in the center of Bangkok.

"This place has another name," Zhou Luoyang said to Du Jing, "Do you know what it is?"

"Arawwan." Du Jing replied.

After they worshipped the statue of Brahma, they accidentally met Lu Zhongyu outside Arawan Bay.

Lu Zhongyu wore sunglasses, a fitness-looking waist-exposed ribs, a loose vest, shorts, and sneakers, and also came to worship. When he saw Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing, he whistled at them.

"I am sorry," said Zhou Luoyang, "You are really gay in your clothes."

Lu Zhongyu said: "I was gay."

Du Jing put one hand on Zhou Luoyang's shoulder and watched Lu Zhongyu kneel down to Brahma's four sides. Then Lu Zhongyu said again: "Go to have a meal, have a tea or something? Where are they?"

Zhou Luoyang sent a message to inform several people that Du Jing's mobile phone was gone. His mobile phone was very special and he had to find a foreign country to re-customize it. Zhou Luoyang bought a one in Bangkok and used it first, and logged in to Du Jing's contact number.

The six people in the secret room had afternoon tea outside a bar and chatted with each other for a few words. Kun and De'an both told their real names, Kun was called Shao Xinghong, De'an was called Jiang Yupeng, and Xiao Wu was called Wu Fengwen. But for Zhou Luoyang, the name was no longer so important.

"You have to undergo some investigation after you go back," Lu Zhongyu explained, "I don't know if Huang Ting said it."

"I know," said Kun, "and will take the transcript."

The country needs to investigate the secret room and money laundering case, but that is Huang Ting's business.

"You are not a criminal policeman," said Zhou Luoyang, "What kind of grudge do you have with Honghou?"

Lu Zhongyu sighed, picked up the iced coffee, took a sip, and thought about it.

Du Jing glanced at the phone and said, "I'll leave, something is wrong."

When Zhou Luoyang saw the news on his phone, Huang Ting was looking for Du Jing there, so he nodded and asked him to go.

"When I was on duty in Libya," Lu Zhongyu said, "having a very good brother, huh... it's also considered living and dying together, right?"

Zhou Luoyang just asked casually, realizing that it might arouse Lu Zhongyu's sadness, and said, "I understand."

"No, no," Lu Zhongyu said, "I originally wanted to tell you that nothing is over. I have passed. I also want to thank everyone for avenging me. Otherwise, the secret room would be entirely up to me and I would not be able to come out."

That's the truth.

Lu Zhongyu said again: "He is from Vietnam and has a girlfriend. He retired before me and agreed to wait for me to retire and ask me to go to Saigon, do some small business together, and open a coffee shop."

Xiao Wu said: "Do you like a straight man?"

"I can't say I like it," Lu Zhongyu thought for a while and said, "I just can't separate myself. But he wants to get married and ask for a wife. I am really happy for him and regard him as a good friend."

Zhou Luoyang nodded, Lu Zhongyu took off his sunglasses and glanced at him. Zhou Luoyang thought to himself that this guy had a good name and his eyebrows were so majestic that even a boy looked at him, he was very fond of him.

"Later, his wife was...forget it," Lu Zhongyu said, "I won't talk about the specific details. Then he went to find someone, was locked up, and sent to the dark web as a remote pet."
To be continued...