I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Mu Chen was wearing a bluetooth headset, his face hurt a little from the wind?

"Follow the previous guy who stole the wallet... what is his name, and nothing was found." Zhang Chengbin's voice came from the earphones, "He was hired, and the Wei Quan who hired him was also hired. There is no such person on the Internet.”

"Hmm..." Mu Chen was not surprised, he sniffed.

"Oh no, why are you crying?" Zhang Chengbin was stunned.

"Crying, I have a cold." Mu Chen choked up tears as soon as he coughed, "Tell me, has anyone died of a cold? Is it true that if I die, I won't be able to wake up?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zhang Chengbin didn't understand, because this was not Zhang Chengbin from the original world.

"It's nothing." Mu Chen seemed discouraged, and continued to walk forward.

He has two thoughts right now: the opportunity to wake Xing Wen from his dream is either to solve this inexplicable spoof text message incident, or to realize Xing Wen's dream of photography.

However, after yelling at the irritable Xing Wen, Mu Chen couldn't help but want to play his temper.

He doesn't care about Xing Wen's matter, whoever cares who is stupid.

"Although I didn't find anything from He Qiang, I found something interesting from another clue you gave..." Zhang Chengbin said.

"...What?" Mu Chen asked reflexively.

That day he was looking through binoculars on the abandoned building of the paper factory, and he did see a suspicious family——

"Although that building is under the jurisdiction of the paper factory, it is now rented out as a low-rent house. There is only one person living in that house, named Fu Xinggang." Zhang Chengbin flipped through the information in his hand, "37 years old and no wife , the skin is thin and yellow..."

"Get to the point!" Mu Chen roared.

"Oh, the important point." Zhang Chengbin said, "According to the neighbors, this person often goes out in the middle of the night, occasionally in a trance like taking drugs, and then the important point comes! You look at his photo—"

With a sound of ding dong, Mu Chen received a new message from Zhang Chengbin on WeChat on his mobile phone.

Mu Chen cooperated with the location. Fu Xinggang in the photo is indeed thin and yellow, with sharp mouth and slender eyes, but there is nothing special about it: "Look, what's wrong?"

Zhang Chengbin in the earphones laughed and yelled in an instant: "Does he look like a husband!"

"What kid?" Mu Chen frowned.

"Doraemon's husband!" Zhang Chengbin laughed.

Mu Chen: "..."

As the wind eased a little, Mu Chen stood still, feeling dizzy even more, and was going to call Driver Chen to pick him up right away.

The phone screen was still on Fu Xinggang's photo, Mu Chen continued to walk, and suddenly felt footsteps behind him.

Just Feng Da didn't pay attention to listen, in fact, the other party might have followed him closely.

Mu Chen was a little apprehensive, but he still walked on at an unguarded pace.

"Someone is following me." Mu Chen whispered.

"Ah? Are you sure?" Zhang Chengbin panicked when he heard that.

"Sure." Mu Chen panted a little, he stopped and the other party stopped, he walked and the other party followed, it was like a shadow.

Zhang Chengbin hurriedly pointed out the way for him to escape. Mu Chen was very dizzy, and led the people behind him around in circles, walking in the direction where there were more people.

This area is full of residential buildings, and you can even hear the sound of children playing in the community. It stands to reason that nothing will happen. Mu Chen really didn't want to understand what the other party was following him.

"Hey, tell me, are you still alive?" Zhang Chengbin asked.

"Yeah." Mu Chen shuttled through the group of aunts dancing in the winter square, climbing up the stairs step by step.

The other party lost him and stood in the crowd looking around, while Mu Chen was looking down from a height.

It's not Xiaofu, but this person seems to have a tattoo on the inside of his right wrist, which is very similar to Xiaofu's...

Mu Chen was panting like an old-fashioned computer mainframe that was about to be scrapped, and his body was hot and cold, so he took out his phone with great difficulty for comparison.

His vision was blurred, and the sound of the square dance music was quickly turned down by one hand.

Mu Chen reluctantly went down another road, wanting to go to a less noisy place.

The front of the stairs is a lively square, while the empty lawn on the other side is very deserted, like two completely different worlds.

"You'd better go home quickly, in case something happens..." The call with Zhang Chengbin has not been hung up yet.

Mu Chen walked with heavy steps, when he saw a tall figure from a distance, Mu Chen stopped.

The only source of light in the distance is a lighting lamp in the community, and the back is turned sideways, with a handsome profile.

Mu Chen suddenly remembered that the day after the college entrance examination, he seemed to have seen it on the playground...

"Mu Chen?" Zhang Chengbin called him.

"I'm dead." After Mu Chen finished speaking, he lost consciousness.

Xing Wen turned his head when he heard the movement, first saw Mu Chen who was staring at him in a daze, and then watched Mu Chen kneel on the spot——

It seems that instead of kneeling, it is dizzy.

Xing Wen was stunned for half a second, and hurried over to support Mu Chen's arms, trying to pull him up from the ground.

However, it was hot and heavy, so Xing Wen touched the side of Mu Chen's neck with his hand, knowing that it must have a high fever.

Going out here is the part of the road where he left Mu Chen. Xing Wen parked the car at the same spot, and couldn't get in touch with Mu Chen, so he could only walk around.

Fortunately, it happened in time.

Gritting his teeth, Xing Wen chose between carrying gas on his shoulders, holding a basketball under his arms, and using a lever.

Although Mu Chen was not strong, he was over 1.8 meters tall, and he sank like a steel plate in this completely burned out state.

Fortunately, the car was parked outside, so Xing Wen spent a little effort to get him into the car, and quickly drove towards home——

On the way, Xing Wen called the family's private doctor. When he got home, a row of doctors and nurses were already waiting at the door, carrying stretchers, oxygen cylinders, and cardioversion machines to restore the heartbeat.

Xing Wen: "..."

"Hurry up, hurry up, get the stretcher!" The leading doctor gave an order, watching everyone move into action.

"Withdraw all of them." Xing Wen had a terrible headache, nodded and looked at the more reliable old doctor, "It's enough for you to stay."

……

Mu Chen had a common cold and a fever. The old doctor who stayed behind carefully listened to his heart and lungs and prescribed some medicine.

"He...isn't serious?" Xing Wen asked.

Mu Chen was lying on the bed after receiving the antipyretic injection, he fell asleep peacefully, his face looked paler than usual.

When Xing Wen thought that he drove people out of the car to blow the cold wind, he felt quite sorry.

"It's not serious. It's normal to have a cold and a fever. Just don't worry." The old doctor said.

"But he passed out from the fever." Xing Wen has now started to think whether Mu Chen will be stupid.

"Hmm...you're weak." The old doctor got up, "Lack of exercise, you should do more exercise."

Only then did Xing Wen feel a little relieved, and nodded in agreement. The weak fox looked like he was indeed not very strong, and he was panting after running away from fans before.

"Ah, exercising in bed doesn't count." The old doctor laughed.

"..." Xing Wenxiang was choked, and it took him a while to say, "I know."

This is so old, how can he still have a yellow accent?

Xing Wen reluctantly smiled and sent the old doctor away, went back to the room, took a look at Mu Chen, tucked him in the quilt, and raised his hand to turn off the light.

The room was plunged into darkness, Xing Wen turned to go out, but a hand grabbed the corner of his clothes suddenly.

Mu Chen was lying on his side, holding him without letting go.

"What are you doing?" Xing Wen looked back at him.

"It hurts to death." Mu Chen's voice was hoarse.

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