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昏暗的审讯室，只有头顶的一束灯光射下，光线下是被铐在椅子上，垂头无力的青年混混。【高品质更新】
这里是市里武警部门的地下审讯室，武警，这是每个城市都有的武装机构，以应付不适时宜出现的暴力活动，比如打砸抢、劫持人质、群众围攻政府什么的。平日里无大事发生，只是抓抓赌什么的。
而今天，就连抢劫案都不多两件的局里，竟然收到上头的机密文件，说是有两个恐怖份子准备在一网吧里实施爆炸的恐怖活动。这不，一群武警出动，抓了几个小混混回来。
“这几个确定是恐怖份子？”审讯室外，警察局的局长将通辑文件丢在桌面上。
“反正和照片上完全一样，就连衣服发型都一样”将这几个混混抓回来的队长非常确认道。
“刑问结果怎么样？”
“都招了……”
“炸弹呢？”
“在A区”
“A区是哪里？”
“过了B门就是……”
“正经点”
“我们找遍了整个网吧都没有找到炸弹，唯一个炸弹，就在游戏中地图上的A区，炸了，土匪赢了……”
“扯蛋，这些人的背景调查过没有？”
“早调查过了，只有几个打架的案底而已，完全是几个专业的小混混”
“扯蛋，这可是国安局的顶级情报，怎么可能是几个小混混，给我去用刑，刑讯也要逼问出来”
“对犯人刑讯是违法的，局长”队长提醒。
“那是对犯人，其中没有包括恐怖份子……”
不一会，审讯室传来惨烈的叫声……
伯恩凯那大学，这是一所全国顶级的大学，在国际上都鲜有声名，像这样的大学等级，只有首都这样的大城市才有建立。巴尔罗斯市正是借着国际知名旅游城市的威名，才借势得到国家支持，让这所著名大学座立在此。
在硕大的校门前，学子络绎不绝，尼克的身影也在此时出现门口。尼克出现的原因，正是因为图像识别系统扫描到了露妮在校门的出现，他猜测，露妮此行很可能是造访一个她父亲的好友。
尼克走进校门，像是回到了那熟悉的年代，那个和露妮机遇的时光。
在这个人口众多的国家，这年大学的人数自然不同一般，好几万人的大校，进出的人数比一城镇要道还多。保守不理会进出的是否外校人员，而且进出的也有很多是里面开店铺的商人。
尼克一个月有两天假，借着今天这会放假，抽空到伯恩凯那大学找寻一下露妮的踪迹。
进到校园内，这座旅游城市校园的建筑同样也充满了园林气息。在学校十分庞大，占地都有要好几百亩，已经相当于一个不小的城镇，想找一个人，谈何容易。
尼克拿着露妮的照片，经过了学校的商店，每个商店都寻问了一下，想碰碰运气看有没人见过。
遗憾的是，没有人见到过露妮。Www..Com这么大的校园，就像大海捞针一样，尼克一时间也无从找起，拿着照片，心灰意冷地走在林荫小道上。
“喂，你看，是那个服务生”
或许是该遇到的人没遇到，倒是让尼克在半道上遇见了那天在餐馆的几个学生。这几个学生眼尖，一眼就认出了那天在餐馆的服务生尼克。
“你，站住”那天前去和两个教授交涉的那个比较胆大的学生喝声道。
尼克疑惑着定住脚步，转头望见了唤停他的几个学生，尼克也认出来。
“哦，你们好，原来你们是这学校的学生啊”尼克打着招呼道。
“真是天堂有路你不走，地狱无门你闯进来啊”几个学生阴笑着道，语气和表情都是十足的流氓样，也不奇怪，就这些年大学扩展，门槛低了许多，什么样的人有点手段，就可以进来了。现在的警察和罪犯的界线越来越模糊了，学生和流氓的界线也越来越模糊了。
“嗯？”
“还好意思嗯，那天你惹毛了我们的两个教授，本来想替他们教训下你，一直没机会，没想到你自己送上门来了”
尼克解释道：“看来你们是误会了，我和你们的教授没有什么茅盾，相反我还教了他们许多东西”
“哈哈哈，你也太能逗乐了，教我们学校的博士生导师？你以为你是科学院院长啊，走，我们那边聊聊”
几个学生坏笑着，揽到尼克的肩，尼克瘦小的挣扎了一下，还是给他们几个拉扯到一幢大楼后面。
确定了一下两边没人，几个学生坏笑着揉了揉拳头，手指吧哒吧哒作响。
尼克感觉到有点大事不妙，紧张地后退道：“你，你们想要干什么？”
“没想要干什么，只是想让你知趣一点”
几个人手脚相加，给了尼克一顿揍，还好这些个不是专业流氓，尼克抱着脑袋，挨打得不是很重。
“小子，以后识趣点，我们文化人也不是好惹的”
几个学生打完人长扬而去。
尼克爬起来揉揉身上拍拍灰尘，还好天生的苦力命体格还算强壮。他不由感叹，今天还真是倒霉，莫名其妙的就被揍了。
捡起露妮的照片，拍拍上面的灰尘，为了找到心爱的人，吃什么样的苦，他都认了。他继续开始他的使命，拿着照片，一家一家的店面问到露妮的下落。
一个上午过去了，一个下午也过过去了，又累又饱的尼克拖着疲惫的身躯，来到最后一家店铺。这是一家面包店，一道淡淡的回忆，无限的拉长，无限的漫延，回味着那段时光，依然是这么一个日子，一样的天气，一样的温度。正如那进进出出学生，收银机的清响，那遥远的时光中，他和露妮淡淡的相遇。
这让他回忆的感觉，让他情不自禁地迈进了门口。他寻望着，思念着的人，无数个夜晚惦挂着的身影。她不在，是的，她不在，这里已是异国他乡，这不再是当年的那个校园小店，也不再有露妮的身影。
尼克淡淡地苦笑，为何自己会以为又像回到了从前相遇的那个面包店。他慢步在柜台前徘徊，凝望着灯光下琳琅满目的面包糕点。任何红艳鲜色的糕点，都不曾让他留恋，他的目光，依然是停留在那最最普通的长面包，正如他当年在面包店买的一样。
抱着那个面包，像是回到从前的自己，他回味着散发出来的小麦浓香。睁开眼睛，回到现实中的这个小店，什么都已不同从前，只有个长面包，任何面包店都有的面包。
“先生，这是您要的面包”学生兼职的服务员小姐，将面包装在纸袋中交给了尼克。
尼克淡淡地微笑，接过她递来的面包，服务员给尼克找钱，只见着屏幕一道道闪弥的花纹，打印出来的也是乱七八糟的东西。像是当年的一样凑巧，尼克听声音判断出依然是当年那样硬头偏移的故障，看着服务员满头大汗的样子，尼克微笑道：“我会修”
“你？真会？”
尼克点点头。
“但是……”
服务员还在怀疑之中，尼克拿着硬面包嘭地一声闷响敲在机器之上，服务员顿时是吓坏了，奇怪的是，这机器竟然神奇重启一下，好了。
尼克回望，这只是报着百万分之一的希望的回望，最终，是没有那个身影。或许他不该回首，因为这只能带给他无尽的失望。
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