Chapter 298 Five Floating 135 One Thought

"What's your expression?" the person said coldly.

Lin Chen held the phone and said to Xing Conglian, "You, very, good..."

"Are you disappointed, thought it was Xing Conglian?" Huang Ze looked down at him.

Lin Chen patted his body and stood up, and answered him sincerely, "Yes."

"..."

"Then I'm not going to say sorry for disappointing you?" Huang Ze sarcastically.

"I accept your apology." Lin Chen replied.

"..."

Huang Ze was probably so angry that he didn't speak for a while.

Lin Chen looked at him for a while, and found that he was also on the phone, and he hadn't hung up.

The person on the phone said a few loud "hello".

"What's the matter, Inspector Huang?"

Lin Chen set a step for Huang Ze.

Huang Ze's face looks better now: "Someone has to add drama to himself, he must talk to you."

Lin Chen took the mobile phone that Huang Ze handed over, not knowing why: "Hello, Lin Chen." He said.

"Hello, Consultant Lin, Consultant Lin, is that you?"

"it's me."

"I...I'm Guiqiu...that Yan Guiqiu." The man on the other end said very familiarly.

The phone in his hand was like a hot potato, Lin Chen suddenly looked at Huang Ze, Huang Ze was very proud, and compared his mouth shape, probably: Deserving it.

"Mr. Yan..."

"Call me Guiqiu."

"Guiqiu." Lin Chen found that he had no experience in dealing with creatures like Yan Guiqiu, and his tone could not help but be cautious.

"Consultant Lin, you are just too polite, and why do you want to apologize to me? Wouldn't you be ashamed of me if you didn't take me with you?"

"That was not what I meant."

"You are."

"Okay I'm..."

"what are you?"

"..."

Yan Guiqiu's voice was too loud, the rooftop was quiet, and Huang Ze's face was cold, but it seemed that it was very hard to hold back his laughter.

"Guiqiu, I called today, what's the matter?" Lin Chen persuaded him well.

"Ah Consultant Lin! That's right! I just wanted to tell you that there are so many good people in this world, and I have decided to be a good person!"

Comrade Yan Guiqiu's words were brilliant and easy, but Lin Chen thought about it, and being a good person was a matter of one's mind.

"Congratulations," he said.

"Thank you!" Yan Guiqiu replied and hung up the phone.

The phone beeps and hangs up.

The purpose of Yan Guiqiu making this call is really simple and pure, incredible.

Lin Chen put down his phone very slowly, as if he was infected by this simple worldview.

He also glanced at Huang Ze and handed the phone back.

"What?" Huang Ze raised his eyebrows.

"Why are you here?" Lin Chen asked.

"Nothing to do with you."

"Is it?"

Lin Chen looked at this friend who used to be a friend, then regarded him as a life-and-death enemy and now has a delicate relationship, and understood the intention of Xing Conglian to let Huang Ze come.

"I have something to tell you about Huang Weiwei."

He says.

The words are brief.

After all, for the past few years, he has been mulling over his words, thinking about how to explain the truth to Huang Ze.

But he never thought that at this point in time, in such a short and peaceful way.

From start to finish, Huang Ze didn't interrupt him, just lowered his head and listened.

However, it seems that because the truth is too shocking, and I close myself in another dimension, if I knock it hard, it will be torn apart and shattered into powder.

Lin Chen put his hands in his pockets, and finally said, "The whole thing is like this, you have the right to know."

After a while, Huang Ze raised his head slowly.

Lin Chen had never seen such complex eyes, pain, shock, despair, guilt, pity, relief, all kinds of emotions condensed into the most difficult moment in the world.

I'm sorry, and it's too late.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Huang Ze was like smoke that was about to disperse when blown by the wind, as if his soul had been torn apart.

Lin Chen didn't look at Huang Ze again, and any language seemed barren. He passed Huang Ze and wanted to leave here and leave Huang Ze alone, as he often did before.

But when he put his hand on the iron door, he suddenly turned his head and spoke to Huang Ze.

"Actually I don't understand."

Huang Ze didn't move, as if he was already dead, and didn't hear his words at all.

So Lin Chen opened his mouth. This was probably the time when Lin Chen talked to Huang Ze the most in his life, but on the rooftop, at the moment of all these candid encounters, he no longer regarded Huang Ze as something that must be kept secret. You need to listen to what the other person has to say.

"I understand why Weiwei did it, or I thought I understood why she did it, but this year, after I met so many people, I realized that she was just the beginning, whether it was Fang Aizi or Xu Ran, or Song Shengsheng and Duan Wanshan, or even the just-concluded big vote. There are so many people and things, big or small, that I didn’t quite understand in the end, why do people sacrifice themselves for others?”

Of course Huang Ze wouldn't answer, Lin Chen continued to talk to himself while blowing the wind.

"This kind of sacrifice can be said to be a noble moral effect, or it can be said to be an indomitable struggle against evil. It may be because of love or hate. It is even said that altruists are the genetic descendants of human beings that are constantly selected for the continuation of the race. , but now, I suddenly realize that this does not explain the most basic question, why would they want to do this?"

Lin Chen pressed the door, turned his back to Huang Ze, and was waiting for an answer.

"Lin Chen, you still like to dig into the bull's horns so much."

Huang Ze finally recovered from his lost soul, and the wind brought him the same indifferent voice as before.

This is Huang Ze's unique way of speaking. Lin Chen is very clear that Huang Ze is telling him in this twisted way: I'm fine.

He imagined that people like them were destined to have strong resilience.

"Yeah." Lin Chen admitted, "Then please tell me why Weiwei chose to jump off by herself?"

"Because she wants to save more people, and doesn't want to see you in trouble." Huang Ze replied calmly but painfully.

"Then why does she want to save more people?" Lin Chen asked again.

"Because she is a good girl in our family."

Lin Chen nodded, but shook his head again, Huang Ze's answer was only part of it.

He opened the iron door and took a step.

"thanks."

He vaguely heard Huang Ze say this.

He waved his hand, but didn't look back.

...

The iron gate on the rooftop was closed.

Lin Chen walked down the stairs, the incandescent lamp gave off a cool light.

Every time he walked down the stairs, he felt more relaxed, the long-standing burden was suddenly dropped, and the form came suddenly.

Probably everyone needs a moment of courage like this.

Lin Chen walked around the corner, and at the next stairway, there were many people around

There are people from the previous detention center, police officers who don't know him, and a doctor who is estimated to be ready to go to the rooftop to rescue him at any time.

Everyone lowered their heads and kept looking at their mobile phones, and the WeChat group and Weibo refreshed one after another.

"What happened?" Lin Chen suddenly woke up and asked.

After he finished speaking, his cell phone rang, and the call came from Xing Conglian.

Lin Chen motioned everyone to go back to work on their own affairs, went to the quiet window, asked Xing Conglian, and said, "Let's talk."

"Okay?" Xing Cong interjected.

"It's not great, but you can cheer up for a while."

"Okay, I'll keep it short."

Xing Conglian made a succinct statement, and Lin Chen listened silently, no longer thinking about Huang Ze and all his old friends.

Xing Conglian talked about the findings on the Mai Lin server, the reply letter from the virologist, and their analysis. When he heard the four white-collar workers who were innocently killed in the beef noodle restaurant, Lin Chen's face was cold.

But whether it was Dana Rainforest and Doctors Without Borders, or insurance companies and Zhou Rui Pharmaceuticals, after all the details were connected, Lin Chen's first reaction was not panic.

He probably felt the emotion of Huang Ze on the rooftop, a deep shock.

Today is like the past, an ordinary day.

Unlike when he was on the rooftop, he now faces the main entrance of the hospital.

The ambulances flashed red and blue lights, coming in and out, and the snow-white medical staff were busier because of the sudden virus news, but everything was under control and did not appear chaotic.

All departments have made plans to deal with mass panic in advance, and major online platforms and TV platforms have used various forms to popularize the truth about the Bonnard virus.

In the plan written by Su Fengzi to Xing Conglian, a symptom of virus infection that did not actually exist was inserted to distinguish the real patients from the group hysteria patients who thought they were infected with the virus.

Of course, against such a background, there are rumors and distrust, and some people are worried about the possibility of large-scale poisoning or the spread of the virus in the future.

Events seem to be back to where they were before the initial vote, a delicate balance before the storm.

But Lin Chen knew that it was almost over, everything was about to end.

"Lin Chen."

Xing Conglian called him twice on the phone, and Lin Chen retracted his gaze towards the hospital gate.

"What are you thinking?" Xing Conglian asked.

Lin Chen thought about how to describe his true thoughts.

When Xing Conglian finished talking about the grand plan that was disrupted to pieces, Lin Chen suddenly realized that it was actually the victims, whether it was Fang Zhiming or Fang Aizi, or Xu Ran, Song Shengsheng, and Duan Wanshan. and Duanyang...

It has always been their silent struggle, like a small stream converging into a vast ocean, tearing an enemy countless times stronger than them into a frenzy.

That man would never have imagined that all the ordinary people he regarded as ants and pawns, including those who had already died, would end up tying the noose around his neck.

"I have a strange premonition now." Lin Chen said.

"What hunch?" Xing Conglian asked.

Lin Chen felt that he had slept on the rooftop, and it seemed that he had changed from an atheist to a complete magician.

"I don't know why, but no matter what happens, we will win," he replied.

After saying this, Lin Chen hung up the phone with Xing Conglian.

Someone came from the end of the corridor, and it was a doctor.

Lin Chen held the phone, turned his head, the doctor took off his mask, tired but firmly said to him: "Your police force asked me to come up and let you know that Shen Lian was rescued, but she was not out of danger, and she was in serious condition. Intensive care unit. Also, the neurology ward downstairs is having a connection meeting with Dana, you can go."

The smell of disinfectant water vapour hits the face, the sun is slanting down from the window, and the doctor's expression is white and bright.

Lin Chen nodded, bowed in greeting, and said, "Thank you."