Chapter 296 Five Floating 133 Two Sides

Wang Dynasty rubbed his eyes, dazed.

The world is so big, and the individual power is so weak, it seems that nothing is of great use.

He tapped the keyboard a few times and typed some inexplicable code. Thinking of some things in the past, he was a little discouraged.

At this time, he felt someone press his neck with a hand, his palm was large, and there were thick calluses on his knuckles and finger pulps.

Of course Dynasty knew whose hand it was.

And this action was very gentle and reassuring, and he turned his head like a ghost.

"Go to sleep."

"Boss..."

Xing Conglian said, "Have some confidence, go to sleep first."

"Virus..."

How can I have confidence.

Dynasty thought.

"First of all, it's a promotional material, whether the other party is ready to enable it or not, when we see it, they have to bite the bullet and continue."

After being dialed in by this, what is the key to Wang Chaoxiang's grasp: "I can't hide it, I can only prepare for a deadly battle?"

"If there are large-scale materials related to the Bonnard disease virus on the Internet next, it will prove that they are probably at the end of the game."

Xing Conglian said here.

The monitoring alarm in the lower right corner of the computer sounds.

He opened it immediately.

In the pop-up window, the keywords related to "virus" and "infection" set by him exploded in geometric value, exceeding the safety threshold.

"It's on." He turned the screen to show his boss.

Everyone on and off the screen froze.

But knowing in advance what would happen, he didn't feel overwhelmed.

"The dog jumped off the wall in a hurry, hehe."

Xing Conglian pressed the cigarette out.

"What should I do next?" Wang Chao asked.

Xing Conglian thought for a moment and said, "I'll give Su Fengzi a call."

His voice did not fall.

The mobile phone placed on the table lit up, and the incoming call was from an unknown number. Chaos was horrified, and immediately wanted to find a signal tracking device.

Ke Xing Cong Lianxiang sensed something in advance, his face was gloomy, and he connected without hesitation.

"Squad... I'm Chu Wei from the detention center."

"Chu."

"This... Consultant Lin is on the roof of the hospital. We are not professional and dare not persuade... Look..."

Dynasty was close enough to hear the careful wording inside.

He froze all over, not sleepy at all.

"I see." Xing Conglian paused for a long time, then said, "Let your people back away and don't disturb him."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the two on the video call and said, "Sorry."

After speaking, he snapped his laptop and wiped his face with his hands.

But he has already received a public opinion warning here, so the command center's response will not be too slow.

Within two minutes of hanging up the hospital call, Xing Conglian received the next call from Minister Shen.

He already had a hunch, and after picking up the phone, he said directly: "Wait for me for three minutes, and report the situation in three minutes."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

There was very little time for Xing Conglian to think.

On one side is brother Achen who is in a bad situation, and on the other side is the behind-the-scenes who jumped over the wall.

Dynasty looked at it, but he didn't know what to do other than to be anxious.

Xing Conglian held the phone, opened the address book, and swiped his finger on the contact list.

He rubbed the frame of his phone, wondering what he was thinking.

Just when Wang Dynasty thought he was going to call Brother Achen, he saw his boss put the phone to his ear, and after a while he said, "Fengzi, the situation is like this..."

Xing Conglian began to brief one of his allies on the latest developments in the case.

After listening to the phone call for a while, Su Fengzi stopped joking, but said, "I'm afraid that the transmission route of Bonnard disease virus does not actually reach the most ideal and efficient way, so they want to use drugs and viruses to create mass panic. But No matter which of the two is the same, we have no effective means of containment in the short term."

"Yes."

"Where's Lin Chen, hasn't Shen Lian let go, waiting for help."

"Shen Lian committed suicide and is still rescuing."

Su Fengzi's breath stagnated, but she said sharply: "You avoid answering directly, is Lin Chen stimulated, and the situation is not good?"

Xing Conglian took a deep breath and told the truth: "On the roof of the hospital."

"Understood, don't tell him about the BDV virus for now, wait until he calms down." Su Fengzi was extremely straightforward.

"I think so too." Xing Conglian said, "but I need a brief solution for public opinion control and possible mass panic."

"I'll write a brief plan for you."

"thanks."

"Thank you sister." Su Fengzi said unprecedentedly, extremely irritable, "How is Lin Chen..."

However, Xing Conglian didn't answer and hung up the phone directly.

Dynasty looked at the time, and there was still one minute left before his boss was scheduled to report the situation.

At this time, his boss looked at him with a firm look: "Find a few people's phone numbers for me, and then go to bed. You have two hours to rest."

...

Lin Chen went to the rooftop just to blow air.

In the early morning, the temperature was neither cold nor hot, with blue sky and white clouds, not as stuffy as the door of the operating room.

As a matter of course, the scene of Shen Lian's suicide continued to appear in front of him. The blood spurting out of her mouth and the blue pencil were particularly eye-catching.

Sometimes Lin Chen can still see the white stubble, but he doesn't know if it's from imagination or if it really happened.

But none of that matters anymore.

He sat down with his legs crossed, his back against the concrete wall, his hands on his legs, and the ground was cold.

Because of the structure of the roof, if he wanted to find a place where he could lean on his back, he was closer to the edge of the roof.

He probably knew that it looked like he was going to commit suicide, but he didn't have the strength to care about the emotions of so many people right now.

He is really tired.

To be honest, although he always felt that his fate was bad, he actually never believed in fate.

Not only that, but he still doesn't believe that the truth will be late and justice will never be absent.

Because the role of chicken soup for the soul is to keep people in desperation with faith, but its disadvantages are also obvious. People will feel that it turns out that the axiom of heaven is at work.

But in fact, there is no such thing, the way of heaven is the most fair, and everyone is like a mustard.

It is people who truly fight unyieldingly for justice and truth.

But it is precisely because there is no law of heaven, so many times, there are so many powerless people.

Lin Chen closed his eyes.

Although the weather was clear, he felt like he was still standing in the cramped bathroom of the detention center.

He propped up the sink, like splitting into two people.

Dark on one side, bright on the other.

The people on one side were desperate and lonely, and the people on the other side became colorful and fragmented because of the reflection of the cellophane.

He was thinking of Huang Weiwei.

The girl's vague smile appeared on the cellophane.

He looked at her and she smiled at him.

If there is a real reason, or the fate of people should be judged according to the quality of people, then on the scale of fate, Huang Weiwei has the most reason to stand at the end.

But Huang Weiwei is dead.

He thought of Song Shengsheng again.

He searched his stomach, trying to find an exact wording to sum up Song Shengsheng.

What a beautiful life.

He could only think of this sentence.

So Song Shengsheng also died.

Of course, this causal relationship is not very clear.

But there is no such clear cause.

Whether it was Fang Zhiming or Xu Ran, why did they have to die?

There are four more.

Four people exchanged for thousands of innocents, what a more cost-effective deal, should really choose...

So it's all over.

Lin Chen knew that he was on the cusp of bullshit now, and the person who should be responsible for all this was the murderer, not God.

But since there is a murderer, they should stop each other, instead of watching the tragedy keep happening.

Can't do anything, it's so incompetent.

Therefore, he now neither wants to admit that the other party is too powerful, nor does he want to admit that he is incompetent.

It can only be considered that fate is a blind arbiter, the world is so impermanent and unreasonable, so no matter what happens, it will not be too outrageous.

Lin Chen realized that in fact, he couldn't even convince himself, he couldn't convince Shen Lian.

He squeezed the phone, but didn't make a call.

Since Xing Conglian has not called, it means that the situation is not good.

He blinked, the cool wind blowing across his face, his face turned toward the sun, and he could feel the bright red blood vessels under his eyelids.

He knew he was sick now, but the sickness was very comfortable.

Immersed in the despair of powerlessness, there is no need to exert willpower to achieve a state of satisfaction, a state of satisfaction for others.

how nice...

If it were a tragic story, it could almost end with the protagonist committing suicide.

But unfortunately, the reality is crueler than the story, because no matter how tragic the reality is, the script is written by yourself, and no one will be responsible for your life, so most of the time, you can only survive.

Da da……

The door opened, and timid footsteps sounded on the rooftop.

Lin Chen rubbed his face, really wanting to wait for the other party to approach and tell the other party that he didn't actually intend to commit suicide, just let him be quiet.

But a very light milky taste comes with the wind.

He turned his head and saw a round and strong face.

Lin Chen was stunned.

"Why are you here?" he asked reluctantly.

Naturally, the visitor would not answer.

Lin Chen patted the ground beside him and asked the other party to come and sit down.

But soon, Lin Chen's arms sank, and the other party actually sat down on his crossed legs.

A little fat man who loves all kinds of chicken drumsticks, and his weight is certainly considerable.

In order to sit comfortably, classmate Zheng Xiaoming chose to lean on him with all his heart, and Lin Chen was so crushed that he almost vomited blood.

He reluctantly pulled his hand out of Zheng Xiaoming's back, wrapped the fat boy in his arms, wanted to ask something, but was too lazy to speak, not everything had to be traced back to its source.

Zheng Xiaoming can't speak either. After all, a gifted child with autism lives in a completely different world from that of a normal person.

So they just stayed together for a while, blowing the wind.

The soft roots of the child's hair were against his neck, and the whole body was too fleshy, and the feeling of being in his arms was very full.

After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Xiaoming finally started to act.

He twisted on Lin Chen for a while, and before Lin Chen's calf was about to be crushed, he finally took something out of his pocket.

It was a piece of white food wrapping paper with some patterns printed on it.

After the wrapping paper was unfolded, Lin Chen realized that it turned out to be a KFC chicken drumstick?

He stared blankly at Zheng Xiaoming, the little boy's cheeks were full of fat, but he greedily inhaled the aroma of the fried chicken wrapping paper, swallowed, and showed him the pattern.

Then Zheng Xiaoming handed the wrapping paper with crumbs to his hand, and spread out the other hand.

Pinch your thumb with your index finger and middle finger, and rub lightly.

This action is more than familiar.

Lin Chen looked at the dark and clear little fat man with expectant eyes, and didn't know what to say.

"He asked you to come?"

he finally asked.