ouble at the british museum.”阴沉的声音在电话那头传来，“he also wounded a couple of trainees.”
“It's interesting. what do you want to do with it?”
“I wanted to keep him infiltrating slowly. Since he wants to die himself, he can't blame me.”
陈思乡嘴角勾起一抹冷笑，他轻轻提起手里的刀叉，看着阳光洒在银质刀叉上，散射出璀璨的光芒。
“It's an interesting person. It's a pity to kill him like this.”
电话那端的人似乎察觉出什么，哈哈一笑：“You want meat again？”
“then let me do it.”
挂断电话，陈思乡伸了个懒腰，慵懒地靠在椅子后背上。
“毕竟相识一场，我来送走你应该很合适吧，”他舔了舔嘴唇，“你的肉应该蛮香的吧。”
