Chapter 203 Wufu 40 Variations

Lin Chen didn't know how much "diagnosis fee" Xing Cong had paid, but the amount that could support Duan Wanshan's wish is probably not a small number.

When a normal person hears such an answer, they will probably ask him "Where did you get so much money", and between ordinary couples and couples, they may also ask each other "Did you get my consent to spend so much money".

But Lin Chen thought that the relationship between him and Xing Conglian was not destined to be like this. Speaking of which, he didn't know Xing Conglian's exact origin, experience, and life, but he fell in love with this person and decided to be with him. This is a ridiculous thing in itself, but... Lin Chen turned to look at Wo Zun On the narrow sofa bed on the side of the cabin, the man who was already sleeping soundly—love itself is quite absurd.

Probably just because he was bored thinking about these things, Lin Chen also fell into a deep sleep.

...

China, Hongjing.

Dr. Stankang, who is in charge of Zhou Rui Pharmaceutical's new drug research and development, suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to feel a simple discussion about his company in the depths of the rainforest, and suddenly felt an inexplicable heart palpitation.

At this moment, he is sitting in the conference room on the 20th floor of Zhou Rui Pharmaceutical's headquarters, and his ears are full of fierce quarrels. As the head of the laboratory for the research and development of the new drug "Nordren", he was urged by more than a dozen calls to come to this office to participate in the EIF meeting, but the so-called "discussions" were purely quarrels.

A few days ago, after the death of a key employee in the promotion department, the Food and Drug Administration finally issued the marketing authorization for "Nordren", but this did not ease the tension within the company at all.

Even if he doesn't know exactly what's going on, the gloomy look on the CEO's face says it all.

In short, this should have been a smooth epoch-making new drug, but it always seems that something turbulent is happening behind it. It was like a slender and fierce chain, tightly wrapping the necks of each of their insiders.

Dr. Stankang looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds on the 20th floor. For a short time, he was thinking about what it would feel like to open the glass window and step out, but the high-rise glass window that could only open and close up and down limited his thoughts.

He moved his eyes to his notebook and opened it gently. On the inside page of the notebook was a photo of his youngest daughter Si Yu.

He thought carefully about how long he had not seen his daughter since he came to work in China. At 105 days, that number will likely continue to increase.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that it was ridiculous to choose to end his life for something that could still be saved. Something like family can change your whole mind when you don't expect it. Stancom pressed the ballpoint pen clipped to the notebook and made up his mind.

The meeting was finally over. Stankang held the notebook, pushed aside the people who were arguing with red faces, gave up taking the elevator with the rest of the staff, and prepared to walk back to the R&D laboratory on the 10th floor.

The pharmaceutical company was always so bright and clean, even in the secret channel, there was a clean smell of disinfectant, and he was very comfortable with this atmosphere.

He slowly walked down from the 20th floor to the 19th floor, and suddenly, he heard a creaking sound from the secret channel door on a certain floor.

I don't know if it was the anxiety accompanying the launch of the new drug recently or something else, he always felt that someone had walked into this secret channel in a trance.

For this reason, he deliberately stopped and listened carefully for a moment, but there was no sound of footsteps, whether above or below the corridor, there was no sound of footsteps.

He pretended to step down two floors, and the leather shoes rubbed against the floor tiles, making a very clear sound.

At this moment, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground suddenly came from above his head, one or two times, which was horrifying.

As if he had made up his mind, Dr. Stankang grabbed the phone and pressed his finger on the alarm button. He grabbed the railing, turned around and walked up. What's even weirder was that the footsteps upstairs stopped tacitly.

The Doctor himself swallowed nervously, and after thinking about it, he gathered up his courage and continued to walk upstairs.

Soon, a slowly moving mop appeared in his field of vision, and at the same time he saw the cleaner's black rubber boots.

At that moment, he even felt a sense of escape, he gently closed his eyes and sighed long.

...

When Lin Chen woke up and opened his eyes, it was already the next morning.

The sky outside the window was bright, and the sky was blue like glass that was about to melt. It was thin and transparent. He subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, but Xing Conglian leaned down and put his hand on his forehead, smiling: "So I want to accompany him. Go to sleep, can you get your fever down quickly?"

Lin Chen lazily held Xing Conglian's palm and kissed it. When he looked up, he saw that Xing Conglian was well-groomed and his beard was shaved. He was a little surprised: "Arrived?"

"arrive."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"It's not as important to say goodbye to Gao Mengren that you sleep."

"Why are you so cute?" Lin Chen smiled.

"I'm serious, after all, watching you sleep is more beautiful to me than sitting and watching a hundred consecutive screenings of Hollywood classics."

Xing Conglian's sweet mouth is really fun, Lin Chen sat up without being disturbed by him: "How do we go back?" He asked.

"Although I originally planned a January tour of the Atlantic Ocean without a dynasty, but in view of your physical condition and the things we have to deal with when we return to China, we can only take a plane." Xing Conglian showed obvious regret on his face.

Lin Chen sighed deeply: "Please don't seduce me with these extravagant trips, it's impossible for us police workers to have such a long vacation."

"Then we can only go home, Consultant Lin..." When Xing Conglian said the word home, Lin Chen had a very comfortable and beautiful feeling.

He nodded, and just wanted to say something, but saw Xing Conglian hand over a set of clean clothes that he got from somewhere, and listened to the other party asking meaningfully, "Are you going to take a shower again?"

Earlier, they also had some friendly and harmonious bathing activities for two people on the boat, mainly because his wound could not touch the water, and Xing Conglian helped a little, but now it seems inappropriate to take a bath at this moment.

Lin Chen looked at the other party and said, "Not so good, is anyone waiting?"

"Only me." Xing Conglian said without hesitation.

Lin Chen looked at each other suspiciously, and then looked out the window. From his perspective, he could see a clear harbor, blue sky and white clouds completely different from the rainforest scene, and a long coastline. The Port of Calgazi is at the estuary on the west side of the Dana River. The actual control is in the hands of the US imperialists, and it is also the end point of their escape from the rainforest.

There are cruise ships, containers, and helicopters that take off and land here and there, and it finally feels like stepping into modern society from the barbaric era. But modern society is not necessarily a good thing, because there are also warships and soldiers responsible for guarding the port.

After all, Lin Chen rejected Xing Conglian's proposal to take a bath. Xing Conglian closed the door and helped him change into his clothes. Of course, the process was a bit long, and after the change, both of them were out of breath.

They stepped out of the ferry side by side, and the sea breeze and the bright sun were blowing in their faces, as if they could wash away the haze of the rainforest.

There was no sign of Gao Mengren in the cabin, and yesterday's blood was also cleaned up. Duanyang was standing on the dock with his hands in his pockets, all alone.

Xing Conglian's two men named Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were with the dynasty, squatting on the dock to watch the seagulls bored. Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, and sure enough, it was a joke that no one was waiting.

"Others sent Gao Mengren away, these two I will let them stay with Duanyang until the matter is resolved." Xing Conglian whispered in his ear.

Xing Conglian arranged things, he actually had nothing to worry about.

Duanyang came towards them. He seemed to have gone through some thinking and slowly said, "Consultant Lin, Mr. Xing..."

Lin Chen nodded.

In fact, during the time when he didn't fall asleep last night, during his escape along the way, he also thought about what to say when he said goodbye to Duanyang. After all, the two of them had suffered together in life and death, but when it came time to say goodbye, he suddenly couldn't say anything at length. Looking at the young man's hair that is slightly longer than Ban Cun, and his firm and flat expression, Lin Chen suddenly realized that Duanyang is no longer the young man who needed him to keep instilling chicken soup to have a firm belief.

Growth is so painful, but people always grow.

Lin Chen stretched out his hand to Duanyang: "we will meet again."

Duanyang opened his mouth with a thousand words in his expression. Finally, he just stretched out his hand, shook hands with him, and said, "Goodbye."

...

China, Hongjing.

The climate has come to a very unstable moment every year. The moment it was pouring rain, it became sunny in an instant.

After a long day of thinking, Stankang finally made a complete plan.

He sat in his office, pressing the ballpoint pen nervously.

The time is 18:30 in the evening, most of the employees have already left work, and the large office outside has even turned off the lights. His private secretary knocked on his office door more than half an hour ago, asking if he needed to order a work meal for him. He was pretending to sort out the files on his desk at the time, rejecting the offer on the grounds that he would end his work soon.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Stankon sat in his office, trying to look busy.

It wasn't until the last person outside turned off the lights and left that he instantly stopped all movements in his hands.

He stared outside for a while, then pulled open the second drawer of the office with extremely fast movements, and there was a small USB flash drive upright.

He moved the computer mouse slightly, and the computer screen suddenly lit up.

...

Lin Chen leaned against the soft cabin seat, and this flight across time zones was too easy to confuse the biological clock.

In a trance, he could feel that Xing Conglian was covering him with a blanket. In addition to the sound of the engine, there was only the satisfied snoring of the young comrade Dynasty.

Lin Chen opened his eyes slightly, although he seemed to have slept all night, it was still daylight outside the window. He wrapped the blanket tightly, and Xing Conglian habitually reached out and touched his forehead to check his temperature. He rolled over and woke up.

On the table on Xing Conglian's side, there was a cup of coffee that looked extremely bitter. On the table was the Dynasty's laptop, and the computer screen was still on. From his point of view, only a white light could be seen.

"Wake you up?" Xing Conglian withdrew his hand and said gently.

In his sleep just now, he thought he was still in the dark warehouse of the small fishing boat. The smell of fish mixed with the smell of the middle-aged man's body made him chill, probably because he was subconscious. After curling up tightly, Xing Conglian will cover him with another blanket.

Lin Chen's eyes gradually became clearer. To his surprise, when he thought of the small fishing boat and the middle-aged man, he actually saw the black ring on the table of Xing Conglian that was taken away by the other party. .

Previously, he used some technical means to get Xing Conglian to give up on pursuing him because of his unintentional mistakes to wear this iron ring on the ring finger of his left hand. Now that this thing appeared again, he couldn't help but have a headache. Then he asked in a businesslike tone, "Have you found out anything?"

Although he did not specify the exact object, Xing Conglian held the ring in his heart and turned half a circle and replied, "You guessed it right, this is indeed a locator."

"Can you find out the issuing unit?"

"It's very difficult, but it's hard to get this thing privately, it should be something from the public. After returning to China, the dynasty should have a way to find out."

Lin Chen looked back at the young man who was sleeping in his seat, thinking of Xing Conglian: "Duanyang told you the whole story of our kidnapping?"

"Said it."

"Including the origin of this ring?"

"Speaking." Xing Conglian glanced at him, then continued to stare at the ring, "However you are kidnapped, you will encounter this kind of thing."

"So what do you think the dead middle-aged man is investigating? Drugs, human trafficking, or something else?" Lin Chen paused and continued, "The incident he investigated may be related to Zhou Rui Pharmaceuticals. Does it matter?" As he spoke, he felt as if he had become Duanyang.

"Consultant Lin." Xing Conglian turned his head to look at him helplessly.

"exist."

"Have you noticed that you entered the investigation state too quickly?"

Lin Chen looked at the vast sea outside the window and said frankly, "Maybe it's because I had a not-so-good dream just now."

...

The weather at sea is cloudy and sunny, but the entire Hongjing City is shrouded in a bright summer sun.

Stankham lowered the brim of his hat, wrapped his jacket tightly, and walked slowly into the Hongjing Paradise.

Probably because his outfit looked so out of place, the security check at the door gave him two more glances, and even scanned him twice with a metal scanner.

Stankon coughed lightly.

"Sir, are you not feeling well?" the staff asked.

"You have to go on a date even if you are not well, don't you?" Mr. Stankorn replied with a smile.

This Hongjing Paradise has been built for about 20 years, and the furnishings are old. The city of Hongjing itself is so comfortable that there is nothing too crazy in the amusement park. Citizens have traditionally felt that a merry-go-round, a less intense roller coaster, or even a slightly creaking pirate ship would be appropriate.

Today is the summer vacation again on Sunday, and there are more tourists in the park than usual, mainly parents with children. The children were holding marshmallows, with bright faces and chattering, making Stankang feel like he was back in his youth.

On the park radio, a violin song that he could not name was playing, and the sound of the piano was melodious.

Walking under the sun, people always feel that the dirty haze all over his body has been evaporated from the pores, and Stankang gradually loosened his tightly wrapped clothes and relaxed a little. Instead of buying marshmallows, he bought a bottle of Coke for ten bucks. Junk food and teenage smiles can soothe the soul.

On the grass by the lake not far away, or gray or white pigeons pacing on the dark green lawn, a balloon vendor is selling red balloons to a pair of cute twins. There are countless colorful balloons tied to the stall behind him, and there are many people around the hawker - there is no child who doesn't like balloons. After the two red balloons were successfully sold, many parents around him also handed over money. For a time, the balloons of various colors were pulled by the children and fluttered out in piles, which looked very cute.

Stankon laughed, and as he walked around the merry-go-round, the violin music became light. Music always has such a strong appeal, he walked on the bridge with small steps. Looking around, there are crowds all around, and the magic performance on the water stage is about to start not far away. When he walked to this place where he couldn't advance or retreat, he secretly regretted his choice just now.

There were moving heads in the front and back, and many balloons of different colors were floating above their heads. What looked cute before now made him inexplicably nervous. He clenched his fists, went against the flow of people, and watched the road in front of him vigilantly.

Going straight is the safest road, but there are too many people; the alley on the left looks very gloomy, but it is a shortcut; to the right, it takes a long detour to reach the destination. He looked up at the spires of the European-style buildings in the distance, squeezed the Coke bottle in his hand, and turned to the right.

In retrograde progress, the oncoming person is like a piece of hard rock, and even a child who has just crossed his knees can give him a strong enough impact. Every time he rubbed his shoulders and bumped into his elbows, his heart tightened a bit. The Coke bottle was pinched and deformed at some point, and the liquid inside formed brown foam, which seemed to erupt at any moment when it accumulated on the bottle mouth.

Stankang was hit by people in succession. For some reason, more and more people came from the right side. He was almost pushed in the direction where he came from by the crowd of countercurrents. faster. In order to avoid the oncoming tall man holding the child, he squeezed hard to the side, but stepped on the schoolgirl's leather shoes. The girl screamed, and he had to apologize in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, can you please."

The sound and noise mixed in the air was so loud that the girl didn't hear his voice, and no one around even noticed him.

Stankang finally avoided the well-built man and breathed a sigh of relief. The turbid air had not been inhaled in his mouth, and his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he saw something. Colorful balloons floated before his eyes, and the plastic film collided gently.

Then, he felt something.

The sound of the piano crossed a high note, and then fell suddenly, and the fountain in the distance splashed white waves.

It was a thin but not long knife. The tip of the knife pierced through his clothes and skin, and the blade pierced into his internal organs. After stirring it, he quickly pulled it out. The hand holding the knife suddenly released the handle of the knife, and the knife body seemed to be attracted by some kind of suction, and suddenly retracted into the assailant's sleeve.

All accidents are only between the light and the flint.

Parents holding their children, boys and girls who came out to hang out, and old people who came out to play with their grandchildren continued their footsteps. No one noticed that Dr. Stankon, who was in the crowd, clutched his ribs, next to a sign that read "Crowded, please pay attention to safety", and slowly fell to the ground.

The sunshine on the grass is still very good, the violin music becomes light and beautiful again after the climax, and the crowded people finally smoothly pass through the narrow area of ​​the covered bridge.

On the path by the lake, a man in a dark blue coat slowly took out a small black bag from his sleeve, and tied the black bag firmly with three balloon ropes in his hand.

The balloon floated into the blue sky with the bag in it. He raised his head and watched the hydrogen balloon fly to the sky before he heard the screams of people in the distance behind him.

Without turning his head, he slightly rolled up some bloody cuffs and tidied up his dark blue coat.

Ten paces away from him, stood a little boy about five or six years old. The little guy was so fat that his T-shirt was stretched several times, like a fat doll made of lotus roots. The fat baby stared at the last balloon in his hand with his big black eyes.

The man walked up to the fat baby, tied the rope of the last balloon to his lotus-like wrist, and stroked the child's soft hair. Perhaps it was a nice touch, and there was a hint of laughter in his breath.