Deadly virus

Neither of the two spoke first, Lu Linjiang couldn't find anything to say, and Jiang Cheng didn't seem to have the desire to talk, they looked at each other for a moment and then turned their gazes out of the window together.

The dishes were served quickly, Lu Linjiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally he had something to do.

"Eat it while it's hot."

"I have something to tell you."

The two who had been silent for a long time opened their mouths at the same time. Lu Linjiang, who was holding chopsticks, looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, and then put them down again: "Say it."

"No need." Jiang Cheng quickly glanced around, making sure that even the nearest waiter would not be able to hear their conversation, and then continued, "Listen to me while you eat."

Lu Linjiang was inexplicably tugged in his heart, and slowly picked up the chopsticks: "Yeah."

"Is Professor Tao sure he died of natural causes?"

Lu Linjiang tapped the bone plate with his chopsticks, and asked hesitantly, "Why?"

Jiang Cheng's expression finally fluctuated, and his brows were slightly lowered: "I understand that you can't disclose this before the case is closed. But even heart failure, sometimes, may not be completely caused by the disease."

The chopsticks moved slightly on the bone plate, and Lu Linjiang, who was still very loose just now, slowly tensed up: "Do you understand what you are talking about?"

"Understood." Jiang Cheng looked directly at Lu Linjiang, "When a disease occurs, there must be an inducement. The question is whether the inducement is a coincidence, a coincidence, or..."

In Lu Linjiang's memory, Jiang Cheng's eyes were always moist and smiling, but now those eyes were only black, so deep that they could suck people in.

"Why do you think this way?"

"Of course there are reasons for my doubts."

"What reason?"

Jiang Cheng was obviously stunned by the question. This was the first time Lu Linjiang saw hesitation on his face since the reunion. He stared at Jiang Cheng closely. After a while, the other party still shook his head: "I can't say. At least for now I can't." Decide if it's appropriate to say it."

Lu Linjiang suddenly laughed, thinking that he was probably too guilty and always wanted to make up for the other party, so he was almost taken into the ditch: "If you say it, there is no reason, based on the information we have so far, you are probably the first A suspect."

Jiang Cheng was stunned, and looked at Lu Linjiang with dull eyes, which finally made Lu Linjiang find a little bit of the person he used to be familiar with.

"Everything is going according to the procedure, but since you said so, I'll have the forensic doctor do another toxicology test tomorrow just in case." He picked up a chopsticks of winter bamboo shoots from the plate, paused and sent them to Jiang Cheng In the bowl, "Let's eat first."

Then the mute button seemed to be pressed on the surroundings of the two of them. Except for the occasional sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding, they didn't say a word the whole time, which made the sound of chewing even louder.Lu Linjiang himself is not a person who is good at finding topics, the so-called eight sticks can't make a boring fart, and Jiang Cheng, who has never been close to Mo Zhe for so many years by Lu Linjiang's side, has no idea what he has gone through, and unexpectedly became a saw mouth gourd.

It took less than half an hour to finish a meal, Jiang Cheng's mood was obviously low, and Lu Linjiang also lost his appetite because he was too hungry.The two of them are like a pair of blind dates who didn't see each other. Out of politeness, they dealt with each other hastily, trying their best to make the food look as if they had eaten it, and then waited for someone who couldn't sit still to say goodbye first. .

"I'm done." Jiang Cheng put down his chopsticks, and Lu Linjiang, who pretended to be tired, swallowed the last mouthful of food in his mouth.

"I'll take it to you."

"No need." Jiang Cheng put on his scarf and hat, "It's next door, don't bother."

Lu Linjiang just wanted to tell me what you told me was troublesome or not, so he was so ignorant, but the words rolled on his lips, but he couldn't spit them out smoothly.In a dazed effort, Jiang Cheng had already walked out, and Lu Linjiang hurriedly settled the bill.

When he chased him out, Jiang Cheng had already walked for a while, Lu Linjiang flicked his long legs, and chased after him in three or two steps: "I'll see you off."

Jiang Cheng put his hands in his coat pockets, looked at Lu Linjiang who was chasing him, and suddenly asked, "Is it because of guilt?"

Lu Linjiang: "..."

"At the beginning, I loved you and didn't want to. Speaking of it, I caused you trouble. It's been so long, please don't take it to heart. "

Jiang Cheng spoke sincerely, but there was no expression on his face. He just stood there under the neon lights in the cold night. If it wasn't for the white steam exhaled from the tip of his nose, Lu Linjiang would have felt that the person in front of him was not real.

Lu Linjiang, whose mind was being talked about, stood there in embarrassment. Jiang Cheng ignored the obvious embarrassment of the other party, and put away his sharpness again: "You wait, I'll go first."

Lu Linjiang watched his back disappear at the intersection, and exhaled a long string of white mist from his mouth for a long time.He stood on the side of the road like a tree stump for a while, but finally took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Wang Ling, what are you doing?"

Wang Ling was a code farmer, usually working overtime or overtime, when he heard Lu Linjiang's voice he gave a bad breath: "Nonsense, what do you think I am doing?"

After Lu Linjiang's polite remarks, he got straight to the point: "Jiang Cheng is back."

Wang Ling's finger on the keyboard stopped, he flicked his wrist and leaned against the back of the chair: "Huh? He's looking for you?"

"No, we ran into a case and had a meal together."

"Didn't I give you any medicine?" Wang Ling didn't wait for Lu Linjiang to answer, and teased him self-consciously, "If you want to be kind-hearted, you have to be Xiao Chengzi. If you want me, at least let you stay for a few days."

Lu Linjiang listened quietly, and waited for the other party to finish speaking before finding a chance to interject: "Come out for a drink."

Wang Ling glanced at the screen: "All right, wait for me for a while. Your treat."

Wang Ling found Lu Linjiang in the corner of the bar with his computer bag in his hand. He angrily threw his hat and computer bag on the stool, took a sip of Lu Linjiang's wine, "Why did you come here?"

"Nearby." He beckoned the waiter to come and take an order, and saw Wang Ling's expression of disbelief and explained, "Jiang Cheng lives in the International Hotel at the back."

Wang Ling showed a clear expression, and slowly took off his coat: "What are you doing? You plan to get yourself drunk so that people can kneel down and admit their mistakes?"

Lu Linjiang rolled his eyes at him: "Can you be more serious?"

"No, you are so serious that you drive your wife away in anger, so you can't learn."

Over the years, Lu Linjiang had become a habit of being bullied by Wang Ling. When encountering key words, his brain automatically filtered them. He took a sip of wine in silence and let Wang Ling whisper in his ear.

Speaking of being thirsty, Wang Ling took a sip of wine to moisten himself, and knocked on the table in front of Lu Linjiang unceremoniously: "A case happened? Is Xiao Chengzi okay?"

"Not yet." Lu Linjiang swallowed his wine and put the glass heavily on the table.

Wang Ling grew up with him since he was a child, and he has a clear understanding of his speech patterns. He stopped drinking and raised his glass and asked, "What do you mean?"

Lu Linjiang glanced at him, and spat out word by word: "You can't say it until the case is closed."

The two looked at each other, and Wang Ling put down the wine glass in his hand: "Isn't Xiao Chengzi outside?"

Lu Linjiang nodded.

"In the orchard...can't there be only one fruit?"

"This batch of harvest is not very good, just one."

Wang Ling almost jumped up from the stool: "Damn it, I can't! What kind of shit is this?"

"Don't worry, it's not settled yet."

Wang Ling's butt was half-hanging in the air, and he carefully observed Lu Linjiang's face: "You are... don't be sick, are you?" He sat down heavily, raised his head and took a sip of wine, "Is it all right? The code farmer died early, why do you still want to help me speed up? Make it clear first, the will has nothing to do with you!"

Lu Linjiang ignored him, and lowered his head to fiddle with his cell phone. When Wang Ling was about to smack him, he found his pocket trembled. He took it out and saw that it was a phone number, which was sent by Lu Linjiang who was sitting across from him.