Shen Shizhen

There is a time difference of nearly five hours between Franks and China.

From returning home after working overtime at two o'clock in the morning until now at five o'clock in the morning, Ai Fan has been lying on his back on the bed after washing up, holding his mobile phone in his hand.

Even Tofu didn't sleep uncharacteristically, with his head drooping and resting on his master's arm, always keeping his eyes open to accompany him.

Ji Chuan, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, had just had his stomach washed.

During the period from his accident to the hospital, accompanied by Tofu, Ai Fan just waited on the bed for three hours, staring at eyes that he couldn't see at all.

During this period, Tofu would poke the big master to tell him the time every time he looked at the wall clock on his wall for an hour. Finally, when he was about to poke the third time with his claws, he waited for the news from the little master.

Church helped Ji Chuan, who was almost collapsed, and sent a voice message to Ai Fan: "The doctor said it was alcohol poisoning, and he is fine now. He also said that he had acute gastritis, but it is not serious, so please pay attention."

The young man had also been waiting in the hospital. At this moment, Church almost wrapped Ji Chuan in his arms. Standing next to the two of them, he couldn't get his hands in, which seemed redundant.

Almost as soon as the phone vibrated, Ai Fan moved, and even Tofu looked at him with his drooping head.

"Alcoholism? Did he drink a lot today? How could he have acute gastritis? Did he eat anything recently?" Ai Fan replied quickly.

Church was able to hold Ji Chuan in his arms with one hand, and held up his mobile phone with the other hand to reply: "The doctor only said that it might be acute gastritis caused by alcoholism, but Ji Chuan said he didn't drink much, so there should be something wrong .”

After speaking, Church stuffed the doctor's order into the hand of the young man who was following him, and motioned him to get the medicine.

Ji Chuan's gastric lavage was stupefied because he vomited up the little food he ate tonight, his face was pale and pale.

Although he was much more awake than before, his mind was still in a mess, and his whole body was exhausted like a sponge. He leaned against Church's arms and waited for a long time before speaking.

Church understood what Ji Chuan meant, and handed the phone to his mouth to help him hold down the voice.

Ji Chuan: "I'm much better now, it's getting late for you, and you have to go to work tomorrow, so let's take a rest."

When Ai Fan heard that Chuan Chuan's voice had become so weak, his heart ached so badly, and his mind was spinning quickly - but in fact, he already had a rough idea of ​​who the problem was.

However, Ivan is not the only one who has been worried these days, and of course there is Molde whose wife is not by his side.

Seya has been by Andrew's side these days.

At first she thought that Andrew was the only one in China, but later she saw the second and third Franks one after another. She only knew that they were all retired seniors of Molde.

Seiya didn't know the existence of the intelligence team.

They booked a suite, and there were two separate rooms. She was in one room and Andrew was in the other room. She didn't know where the other two lived. When they asked, they only said they were on a business trip to China.

Probably because these people hardly said anything in front of her, Seya guessed that some confidentiality agreement might be involved, because Molde never talked about work in front of her.

But this evening, Andrew, who had been with him all this time, left and was replaced by another small man who lived in Andrew's original suite.

This small man should be regarded as a "small man" even among Asians.

A square face, except for his height and a beard around his face, his featureless appearance hardly leaves any impression on people.

Seya had been accompanied by Andrew for several days in a row, and now she suddenly changed people, so she would naturally ask a few questions.

This little man is called Suozhida, and it is said that he is from Versailles, a small country near the Franks.

Seya came out of the suite after taking a shower and was about to watch TV, when she saw Suozhida sitting in front of the sofa and typing in a notebook, she couldn't help saying: "Actually, you can do your own things and leave me alone." , even if I’m worried during the day, but at night I just stay in the hotel and don’t go anywhere, what could happen.”

Suozhida raised his black frame, which was as square as his face: "Since we promised Molde, we will do it."

Seya rolled her eyes. Due to the increase in pregnancy estrogen, her face was extraordinarily tender and fair. Seya hugged her stomach and moved to Suozhida's side, asking: "Can I sit here? I want to watch TV .”

Suozhida knew that she was asking whether it was okay for her to see the contents of the computer, Suozhida signaled that it was okay: "Sit down."

"Where's Andrew? Is he busy tonight?" Seya asked him while tuning the channel with the remote control to find an English movie.

Suozhida didn't hide anything: "Something happened to Ji, he passed by."

Se Ya pressed the remote control for a moment, then turned to look at him: "What's wrong with Ji?"

To be honest, although she didn't have much contact with him, she still liked that little boy quite a lot.

Sojda: "Alcoholism, acute gastritis."

Seya felt unbelievable, why did she suddenly become poisoned with alcohol, and she was still in China?Even if you really want alcoholism, shouldn't you be in their flange?

She only thought that this little man had contacted Andrew and the others, but she didn't know that the man told Andrew that he would come to pick up his shift in the evening as early as this morning.

Suo Rida would help Ji Chuan and Seya every morning these days. He is a card master.

Andrew and Basian sent Ji Chuan to the hospital and left after confirming that he was fine. They even made an appointment a few days ago.

Walking all the way to the end of the alley, the two found the store again. Under the hazy night, they could vaguely see the words "Shangxiangge" written on the antique plaque.

The two of them came here because of the reputation. I heard that the perfumer here is very good.

Maybe it was because it was too late, the wooden door that was supposed to be open was half closed, and the light coming from inside was warm orange, and the two of them could tell it was the color of candlelight at a glance.

When they entered, the owner of the store was waiting behind the counter to read a book. He was wearing a moon-white gown that was still fresh in his memory. It was said to be ancient Chinese clothing.

Seeing people coming, the boss got up and came to the tea table to refill the tea for the guests: "Two sit down and have a sip of tea and wait for me. The incense has been adjusted. I will go to the back to get it."

The boss speaks English, looks young, and has a gentle appearance and voice, which is a typical oriental appearance.

If it is said that Ji Chuan has the self-cultivation of a modern young master, then this boss is probably the type of young master Ruyu in ancient times.

It's just that the two had just sat down, and before the teapot in the boss's hand was put down, someone came out from the back room.

The person who came was wearing a neat suit, which looked out of place with the quaint wooden furnishings in the store, and his handsome face was full of impatience.

The man waved the bottles and cans in his hand, and asked the boss, "Are these a few? I really don't understand why the appointment is so late."

The man spoke Chinese, but the two of them couldn't understand it.

But even without using any special abilities, the two of them could easily tell the unhappiness from the man's tone.

The boss seemed to be a little helpless towards the man: "I thought you were already asleep, so you don't have to wait with me all the time."

The man didn't speak, and put the thing on the table with a "touch".

The boss was unable to apologize to his two guests in English: "Sorry, please don't mind."

"There's nothing to apologize for. Tell them to take the things and leave quickly." The man was really rude, but fortunately he spoke Chinese, and the two were not angry.

Under the apologetic eyes of the boss, Andrew only said one word: "Couple?"

The boss was a little surprised. He thought this matter should not be obvious, but he didn't expect the guest to guess so accurately, so he nodded.

Andrew glanced at the man who still didn't take it seriously, and said, "If I finally finished work and went back to my partner but someone took up my time, I would be upset too, so please don't take it to heart, thank you very much for your perfume .”

Hearing this, the man who was leaning on the counter immediately stood up straight, and the astonishment on his face was obvious.

The boss showed a clear smile: "It turns out that the two guests are psychics, and they don't know Mount Tai with their eyes."

Andrew shook his head: "The boss is a very powerful perfumer, with different talents and different missions."

Listening to the conversation between the two, the man suddenly felt a sense of isolation.

Although the muscular man kept silent, the three of them seemed to have formed a world of their own at this moment, and he was just an outsider who didn't understand anything.

"Your accent sounds like a Frenchman. Are you a friend of Senior Primo?" The boss actually had a similar conjecture for a long time, and only confirmed it after learning that the two were psychics.

Andrew had a good impression of the young man in front of him: "That's right, you are exactly as described by Lao Mo, a gentle child."

The young man smiled: "I've only met Senior Primo once, how is he doing recently?"

"He passed away a year ago." Andrew's words made the smile on the boy's face disappear instantly.

The boy was unprepared, he was still so young: "How could it be..."

Standing up, Andrew said to the boy who was severely surprised in front of him: "Although we may not be able to do anything, at least we will figure out the reason. It is his own intention to come to China to find you this time."

The young man lost his mind, looked at the string of porcelain bottles that the two had put into their pockets and said slowly: "So you want these..."

Andrew nodded affirmatively, and said: "The news has also arrived, so we won't bother you. The boss doesn't need to take it too seriously. Everyone has their own mission, and Lao Mo has fulfilled his mission."

In a daze, the boy saw off the two guests.

Although he had only met Primo once, after several years, he got news of the old man again, and it turned out that the old man had passed away.

The young man sat in front of the tea table and stared at the burning candle for a long time before regaining his senses. He heard the man behind him ask him, "What kind of person is that?"

The boy recalled it for a long time and said, "He is a person who should live a long life."