Netherworld Investigator

The human heart is like tangled rhizomes in the mud, making the simple logic of cause and effect complicated and confusing.

Later, Feng Baoyi also revealed the real cause of Dr. Rong Guang's suicide.

That morning, when his son visited the ward, Rong Guang angrily reprimanded his son for signing the operation opinion against his will.

The son was so scolded that he couldn't lift his head, and suddenly fought back, "Do you think you are useless now, you can't go to the operating table, you are nothing! My company has lost money and is about to close down. Do you know, you ask me Is it? You never cared about me after my mother passed away, but I have to support you for the rest of your life, you might as well die quickly, useless old guy!"

Qiao Kejun expressed his gratitude to the head nurse for his frankness, and comforted her, "I just want to understand the whole story. The parties involved in the case will not know everything you have said. Please rest assured."

"Seven years ago..." Feng Baoyi chuckled, "When I was examined by the committee alone, they said the same to me."

Qiao Kejun looked at her calmly.

"It seems that you already know," Feng Baoyi finally said the secret that had been hidden in his heart for many years. Feng Baoyi's eyes were slightly red, but there was a rare calmness in his tone. "At that time, I was the nurse who gave false testimony that you used drugs illegally."

Over the years, the shadow of lies has always shrouded her heart, which is why she didn't immediately stand up to testify against Xue Mingyuan after she found out that something was wrong.She has been tormented by a deep sense of guilt, for fear of ruining a doctor's career again because of what she said.

"You are not to blame for that incident, I know you were threatened by Dean Shen." Qiao Kejun explained lightly, "Xia Ruolan overheard your conversation with him by accident."

Feng Baoyi was a little taken aback, and then there was a bit of bitterness in her smile.

If a broken relationship is like a fire, then a crush is a person locked in an iron room in the middle of the fire.Unwillingness, jealousy and resentment are like three flavors of real fire, which can distort and deform the strongest heart.Feng Baoyi is still unable to tell clearly how much of what she did that year was out of the helplessness of being coerced, and how much was out of the pleasure of revenge.

After many years, everything has gradually calmed down, and now that the old matter is brought up again, there is nothing but a little sigh.

During the love calamity, some people were buried in the sea of ​​flames, and naturally some people escaped.

"Then later, you and Miss Xia..."

"She died."

"Ding dong."

Someone squirmed slowly under the thick quilt.

"Ding dong."

There was a hole in the bed, Wen Baifan poked his head out, and glanced at the alarm clock impatiently, it was only eight o'clock.

"Ding dong ding dong."

who?Do you want to fight?Actually disturbing people's dreams on Saturday morning!

Wen Baifan stood up from the bed with difficulty, scratched the little curly hair that was sleeping in a mess, and opened the door in a daze.

The cold wind in the early spring morning poured in from the balcony, making Wen Baifan shiver from the cold, but he was much more awake.

With the long coat casually draped over his body, Wen Baifan walked quickly through the living room, walked to the front door, squinted his eyes and looked into the cat's eyes.

Huh, no one?

Wen Baifan opened the door carefully, looking down, Qiao Xin, who was wearing a khaki vest, stood there with her mouth pursed, her hands rubbing the seams of her trousers, and said hello to him cautiously: "Uncle Wen, good morning."

A round head popped out from Qiao Xin's shoulder, and his little nephew smiled and asked sweetly, "Uncle, can I bring friends to your house to play? "

Wen Baifan recalled that his cousin did call him yesterday, saying that the young couple was going to take their aunt, uncle, father and old couple to the hospital for the annual routine physical examination, and asked him to help take care of the little nephew.I vaguely remember that she also said that two classmates would come to Liangliang to play today.

Wen Baifan turned his attention to the third child present, "Little beauty, are you discharged from the hospital?"

"Yes, brother, long time no see!" Xiaomei waved at him.

Wen Baifan leaned against the door and smiled, pointing to the two little kids: "One of them calls me uncle and the other calls me uncle. If you insist on calling me brother for your own seniority, you will become their aunt."

Xiaomei changed her words decisively: "Long time no see, uncle."

When she was talking, the twin ponytails on her head flicked, and the strawberry hairpin pinned to the braids flickered in front of Wen Baifan's eyes, and she said, "Uncle, you look so sexy when you just woke up."

"Pfft." Qiao Xin couldn't help laughing.

Wen Baifan reached out and grabbed his face, let the three children into the room and sit down, and went back to the bathroom to finish the morning wash quickly.

The cat jumped out and climbed onto Wen Baifan's shoulder three times and two times. The whole cat hung on his body, its soft body stretched so long, like a furry pendulum, swinging back and forth on Wen Baifan's chest.

"Wow, meow!" Xiaomei yelled happily, took the hairball from Wen Baifan's hand, hugged it in her arms, touched it, looked at it, couldn't hold back, and buried her face in the warm cat fur.

Uncle Cat immediately raised the hair on the nape of his neck, and meowed impatiently, but under Wen Baifan's flattering eyes, he took pride in not stretching out his claws nor running away.

Liangliang was also so excited that he was purring and bubbling, and his small face was meowing back and forth in front of the tip of the cat's nose.Qiao Xin, on the other hand, sat honestly by the side holding the water glass, looking as if she wanted to touch it but was embarrassed, but finally couldn't hold it back, and at Liangliang's kind invitation, she reached out and touched a bunch of white hairs on the cat's head.

In the kitchen, Wen Baifan took out a bucket of homemade fresh cheese from the refrigerator, filled three bowls full, finely chopped some chilled strawberries and mixed them in, sprinkled half a spoonful of raisins and sliced ​​almonds, and finally shook the spoon lightly, sprinkled Next a thin layer of chocolate chip cookie crumbles.

In the living room, three children and a cat, surrounded by four small heads, were all looking at a pet book.

"So you're a cow cat." Qiao Xin was already familiar with cats. He stroked his chin, and the uncle cat lowered his head and licked his chubby hand.

"So it's uncle's cat." Liangliang gestured at Wen Baifan's back, "My mother said, Fanfan always smells like milk, so it's especially attractive to children."

Wen Baifan brought out the dessert and placed it in front of the three children. Qiao Xin gave him a playful look, "Fanfan."

Xiaomei was still carefully flipping through the pet guidebook, and turned to the part of dogs. When she saw a pure white Samoyed, she exclaimed in a low voice, "It's smiling, so cute."

Qiao Xin introduced seriously: "He's not smiling, he just looks like he's smiling. Samoyed's mouth is naturally slightly upturned, so he always looks like he's smiling."

Liangliang tilted his head in Wen Baifan's arms, and the light bulb on his head suddenly lit up: "Uncle is also very similar to a Samoyed, always smiling!"

Qiao Xin and Xiaomei turned their heads, looked at Wen Baifan, and nodded in unanimous agreement.Even Mr. Cat stretched his neck and gave a "meow" in agreement as if joining in the fun.

Wen Baifan twitched the corners of his mouth, and heard his little nephew ask Qiao Xin: "Does your father still disagree with you raising sled dogs?" After Qiao Xin returned to school, he gestured with him for a long time about the difference between huskies and Alaska, and it is still bright. I didn't understand it, so I had to call it sled dogs collectively.

Qiao Xin nodded in frustration, and then said: "But he agrees that I come to play with Uncle Wen."

Liangliang tilted his head, and a question mark popped out, not quite understanding the relationship between the two.

Qiao Xin pointed to a line of words on the pet book, Xiaomei looked closer, and read out in a low voice: "The three types of sled dogs that people often jokingly call the 'Sled Three Idiots' are Huskies, Alaska, and Samoyeds. Samoyeds! "

"Little bastard." Wen Baifan pinched Qiao Xin's chubby face and asked, "Where's your dad, he doesn't accompany you on weekends?"

"Who knows, just leave him alone." Qiao Xin's tone was dragging.

"What are you doing, are you angry again?" Wen Baifan found it funny.

Children are like this. If no one asks, they will only hold back when they are unhappy, but once an adult comes forward to care, it is difficult for them to control their grievances.Qiao Xin whispered to Wen Baifan's ear, and complained angrily: "I want to raise a panda, but he won't let me."

Wen Baifan clicked his tongue, picked up the uncle cat and stuffed it into his arms: "This cat is quite bearish, like you, let's take it away."

Qiao Kejun got up and opened the curtains, sneezed unsurprisingly, and sat back in front of the computer again.

"Are you sure you want to stay with Fu Jianbang and work for him? I think you know better than me how clean his background is."

"I've entered the game, and there's no way out."

He thought for a while, and slowly typed: "You can choose to commit suicide."

On the other end of the screen, Zhou Wentao laughed dumbly, "This sounds like a pretty reliable suggestion."

"...create a whole new identity, get rid of the past and start over."

Zhou Wentao laughed at himself, "Forget it, I don't have anything worth starting over. But I can consider telling you something in return for telling me the truth about Xiaohang's death."

"How much do you know about the cooperation between Fu Jianbang and Shen Siyuan?"

"The annual donations of the Fushi Group eventually flowed to a place where they established an underground experimental factory that they called 'Castle' in private. But I only heard about it, but I never actually went to it, that is Fujian The number of times Bang himself goes there is also very rare. This project is mainly followed by Shen Siyuan, and Boss Fu is only responsible for investing and enjoying the benefits."

"address?"

"A biotechnology park at 68 Kechuang Avenue."

A car drove into the gate of Yidian Biotechnology Park and stopped in front of the electric barrier.The car window on the side of the back seat near the security booth slowly lowered, revealing Shen Siyuan's kind face, and the security guards on guard quickly saluted and let him pass.

Passing through the gates one after another with ease, Shen Siyuan stepped into a white building towering on the middle of the mountain.

He entered the elevator, went up to the seventh floor, and a laboratory with nearly [-] square meters suddenly appeared in front of him.

Several nurses were passing by holding trays. They moved swiftly and silently like ghosts. Their plump bodies were covered by white uniforms, and their expressions were as pale as a moving marble.

More than a dozen researchers in white coats are concentrating on lying around a huge incubator. The slow-moving conveyor belt tirelessly makes a slight buzzing sound. The data on the screen is slowly jumping. Like a flock of snow-white sheep on the boundless grassland.

Everyone seems extremely busy, but the overall scene seems to be still. Only the direct elevators connected to each floor rise or fall from time to time, conveying a sense of order that is both prosperous and desolate.

A young researcher took the test tube from which the blood was drawn from the nurse and stared intently at the scarlet liquid pouring out of the pointed glass tube and pouring drop by drop onto the glass slide of the microscope.

"What's going on with number 628?" he asked.

The nurse searched the records and reported: "After undergoing a refreshing treatment and three days and two nights of closed rest, the mental level of No. 628 still did not reach the expected value."

"He's a troublesome guy." The researcher's thin lens refracted the harsh light, "it's just right, I'll use him to verify my new experiment."

The basement floor of the building is composed of countless metal cages made of fine steel, just like the underground labyrinth of the Colosseum. Through cleverly setting vertical and horizontal passages, a compact, large and complex network structure is formed.

In Prison No. 628, Wang Zong was like a crazy beast, sometimes grabbing the ground with his head, sometimes slamming on the iron window, sometimes screaming, sometimes whining, and when he saw the angel in white approaching, he felt as if The mute button was pressed.

Wang Zong suddenly fell into a frightened silence, his throat twitched, and the indifferent expression on the face of the man in white was reflected in his desperate pupils.The gradually rising baffles around him quickly blocked his sight, turning the iron cage into a silent and lightless confined space.

As for those outside the cage, they could clearly overlook Wang Zong's every move.

In the mist, his limbs shook uncontrollably, as if being pulled by invisible threads.Gradually, he stopped convulsing, curled up on the ground and sobbed silently.Until finally, he calmed down completely, and there was no sign of pain or terror on his blankly covered face.

Seeing this, Shen Siyuan nodded, turned around and left without saying anything.

He came alone to an iron room on the edge of the first floor, looked around, and then slowly opened the locked door.

This is a top-secret space that only Shen Siyuan knows and has the ability to enter, and even Fu Jianbang knows nothing about it.The reason why Shen Siyuan was so careful was because of the quantum phone in the center of the room—with the help of quantum teleportation, it achieved uninterceptable confidential communication.

This is the only way he can communicate with Mr. Z.

"Our project can be restarted. I've already found someone from country A."

"Yes." Shen Siyuan turned his gaze to a floating and changing electronic map on the wall in front of him.He clicked the screen a few times, and saw the towering Tower of Light looming in front of him, flashing thousands of scenes in the dark night sky.

Shen Siyuan narrowed his eyes, his pupils shrouded in blue light filled with a deep enthusiasm, and then said: "That young man has already agreed to join our camp."

Chapter [-]: The Return of the Dead