Small tear bag [entertainment circle]

As the plane took off, Shen Wenji suppressed the last trace of his smile and dialed the number of the Pharmaceutical Research Institute.

It wasn't a very complicated component analysis, and the result was obtained the next night. "There is nothing wrong with the other medicines except that they are expired. Only the bottle you are suspicious of, the medicine in it is indeed wrong, but it is not harmful to the human body."

The label stated that it was a drug for depression treatment, but in fact the bottles contained ordinary calcium tablets: "Maybe the commonly used health care products have mixed labels?"

Shen Wenji hung up the phone after saying "hard work", and sat on the sofa in silence for a while.A kitten slowly rubbed over by his feet, raised its head and let out a "meow" at him.

When he regained his senses, he bent down and carried the cat to the sofa, stroked the soft down on its back, found Cen Yi's WeChat and typed to tell him the result of the drug test.

[Cen Yi: So that’s how it is, brain fills me up_<]

[Cen Yi: It's probably because the medicine I take often was changed to a bottle. My dad used to use my candy box to put his licorice tablets] [Shen Wenji: Is it also a mix-up? 】

[Cen Yi: That's not true, the licorice tablets prescribed to him by the doctor are in a paper seal, and he doesn't think it's easy to put them away] [Cen Yi: Don't think too much, just treat it as a false alarm, or your mood will become messy] [Cen Yi : Give me a bite of pussy! 】

Shen Wenji casually posed for a few pictures of cats and sent them to him.

[Cen Yi: Suck——]

[Cen Yi: I'm alive! 】

[Shen Wenji: Is work over? 】

[Cen Yi: Not yet, but we plan to go out for a stroll after tonight, and I'll show you a video when the time comes] [Shen Wenji: Can't eat ice]

[Cen Yi: Got it! 】

The matter that caused doubts came to an end.Putting down the phone, Shen Wenji raised the cat with both hands, looked at those blue eyes for a long time, and sighed heavily.

Although I don't remember Nanhuo having the habit of insisting on taking health care products, of course I know the medicines I often take best.With pills that vary so much in shape and color, mix-ups or intentional substitutions are sure to be noticed.

"Mislabeled...?"

It was already many years ago, and it doesn't make sense to go any further.It was supposed to stop here, but Shen Wenji still had that dream in his heart, entangled with the strange coincidence that Zhao Man said, entangled in the bottom of his heart like a vine, creating a vague uneasiness.

Even if it didn't make any sense, he instinctively felt that it was against him, and before he could react rationally, he contacted Nan Huo's former attending physician and made an appointment for an interview the next afternoon.

The next afternoon, Shen Wenji sat in the doctor's office, and he didn't quite understand why he came here.

"It's okay. Even if it's not for anyone else, we can talk."

The doctor saw that he was uncomfortable, so the tone of the conversation was calm and soothing, and he asked persuasively, "How are you doing recently?"

"good."

Shen Wenji used to be a bit resistant to such conversations, but today he sat on the chair of the person being questioned, and chatted with him more or less with the thought that he had come all the time.

As expected, there was no sense of enlightenment.But maybe I was always thinking about that dream, so I asked tentatively: "Do you believe that people who have passed away... will pass on news in family members' dreams?"

"Is it a dream? I have patients who have asked me this question before, asking me if there is a soul." The doctor said with a smile, "Frankly speaking, I personally don't believe it."

"But this is just my personal opinion. There are many mechanisms for the occurrence of dreams, and most of them are based on the reflection of reality. But most dreams have no cause and effect, so there is no need to insist on logic."

The doctor said: "You dream about him, maybe it's just because you miss him too much."

"What if someone else had the same dream as me?"

"Does that mean that you two have a good understanding?"

"..."

At the end of the chat, he took the initiative to say: "The matter of Mr. Nan Huo... I am very sorry."

As the person in charge of Nanhuo's condition, he was shocked when he learned that the patient had given up his life, and he also felt a sincere sense of regret.

According to the treatment process at that time, Nan Huo's condition had been brought under control, and it stands to reason that it would not deteriorate to such a desperate level.When he analyzed the review with his colleagues, he could only think that it was more likely to be impulsive.

Shen Wenji asked: "Then what about the medicines he used? Has it always been those?"

"After each course of treatment, I will adjust the medication according to his latest situation. Some are fixed, and some will be replaced."

The doctor said, "But he didn't get the medicine himself."

Nan Huo was very reluctant to go out when he was in the middle and late stages of his illness.He always went to the patient's home for a doctor's visit, and after he came back, he would prescribe the next course of medicine according to the diagnosis result. "Is it his assistant...or his manager? That man came to help him. I remember the surname is Meng."

In an instant, Shen Wenji seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood congealing under the skin, his breath was suffocated, and even the tone of his voice was so strange that he didn't look like himself: "Meng Lan?"

"Ah, yes."

Suddenly, the doctor nodded and confirmed, "It's him."

Nan Huo is a very nostalgic person.The partner who supported him through the difficult times in the early days of his business became his manager later. Even though he knew that Meng Lan loved to take advantage of it, he remembered that the two had supported each other.At least Meng Lan still cared about him, and always reminded him to pay attention to his body and take medicine on time, and after being diagnosed with depression, he worked hard.

There is no conflict between being nice to you and taking money from you.No one is perfect, no one can be perfect.

Shen Wenji always heard him talk like this, and his impression of Meng Lan was that he knew that he was a shameless person who was greedy for money and gambling, but after getting along with him for a long time, he still had a little human touch.

But is the medicine delivered to him caring for him and helping him get better?

Shen Wenji asked the doctor for the outpatient medical records and prescription certificates of that year. Compared with the drug name on the label on the bottle of calcium tablets in his hand, it only appeared at the beginning of the last course of treatment.

It's a medicine I haven't taken before.Perhaps Meng Lan knew better than Nan Huo himself that he worked so hard to run his treatment.

If the medicine was replaced before it was delivered to Nanhuo, and a strange label was attached, Nanhuo would not be able to detect it at all.

In the dead of night, Shen Wenji parked the car on the side of the dilapidated street, turned off the engine, lowered the window, and lit a cigarette.

Nan Huo was a smoker, and he tried to quit but couldn't.But he doesn't seem to be addicted to cigarettes, and it's light when he says it's light. He hasn't touched it for many months, and he doesn't feel like he misses it.So much so that when I light a cigarette again, I am not used to the action.

The second one went a lot easier.Halfway through the burning of the third cigarette, someone wearing a heavy overcoat walked through the alley, came to his car door in a hurry, looked at each other and said nothing.

The pedestrian looked around, quickly opened the car door and sat in the back row, coughing repeatedly due to the high concentration of smoke in the car, and said in a hoarse voice: "Young master, I know I'm coming to see you, I specifically asked me to send you a message to say hello."

He hesitated for a moment, and then spit out a strange name: "Also ask 'Brother Cen Yi'."

"...No need." Shen Wenji extinguished the cigarette on the glass, and raised the window: "Did you bring anything?"

"Bring it. But the young master told you that it's best to give it to you when you leave."

"You should listen to him."

"If you promised to go home with us that day and take over everything. Now it's you who should let me do my bidding."

A pedestrian's voice came from the back row, hoarse as if sighing: "Young master is still young after all."

When the first snow fell, they were more interested in bringing Shen Wenji back to their family, but they also knew that it would not be easy for him to give up his status and a clean and stable life that he had worked hard for for many years.

Now that Shen Wenji took the initiative to contact her, it inevitably made people feel that there was still a chance.

Before he could say anything more, Shen Wenji said, "Give me the number."

During the year of taking in Shen Wenxu, it was considered to have helped them relieve their urgent needs, and asking for some compensation was never too much.He dialed the number on his mobile phone, and after the call was connected, there was no sound on the other side.

It wasn't until he said "Hello" that an inconceivably surprised tone came: "...Shen Wenji? How did you find me?"

Meng Lan didn't think about it, Shen Wenji didn't really find him, but just thought it was too troublesome, so she didn't bother to deal with him in order to calm down the incident.

Relying on the information about Shen Wenji's address, he was taken in by Shen's relatives, and now he can't stay in the country anymore, relying on his last savings to create a fake identity, and plans to smuggle out of the country in a week.

Shen Wenji didn't care about these things: "I don't know where you are, but I have something to ask you."

"Did you take Brother Nan's medicine?"

Every word was paused, without any foreshadowing, with a terrifying calm like a storm was about to come.But Meng Lan immediately understood what he was saying, and her breathing suddenly became rapid.

But after a while, he didn't know whether it was the confidence he got from the sentence "I don't know where you are", or he thought he was only one step away from getting out, he let out a creepy laugh, coughing and panting, "Shen Wenji, Shen Wenji... ...How many years have passed? Didn't you always think that you were the one who harmed Nanhuo, and that the taste of self-blame and remorse was enough so soon?"

"is that you."

"So what if it's me!"

Meng Lan said, "You are as stupid as your brother Nan."

"He didn't want to live a long time ago. How long do you think he took that bottle of medicine? He begged me to hide it from all of you and help him arrange suicide. Delete the monitoring under the ship and close the location on the ship. I did it, and he doesn’t even want you to find the body! In the end, isn’t it me who he trusts the most? I helped him out! Obviously you all owe me, it’s me..."

Shen Wenji hung up the phone.

The passerby in the back seat let out a barely audible sigh.Shen Wenji didn't speak, and he didn't ask further questions.The two stayed in the car quietly, as if waiting for something.

A few minutes later, his cell phone rang.

Only then did Shen Wenji say: "Open and release."

"clear."

Before coming here, he had already arranged for people to go to Chabiduan to pick up the hawkers going out of the country for Meng Lan.Buyers and sellers only have online contact, and they really don't know Meng Lan's address, and they don't need to.

Expecting that Meng Lan would lose her footing if she was frightened by Shen Wenji, they just had to wait for news from the peddler—just like this call that was transferred to monitor at this moment.

"I have to leave early, Brother Zhen, I will double the final payment for you."

Meng Lan's voice sounded again, and the tone was completely different from the tone just now: "It's really too late next week, I have to leave tomorrow! Someone is going to find me!"

"Not tomorrow, it will be three days at the earliest."

"it is good!"

According to the statements made in advance, the two confirmed the time and place for handing over the fake identity documents.The two people in the car heard from beginning to end until the end of the call, and the pedestrian put away his mobile phone, feeling that the suppressed pheromone might riot at any time, and the air was distorted so that it was suffocating.

He put his hand on the car door, bumped into Shen Wenji's eyes in the rearview mirror, and shuddered.

Without further urging, he handed over the black magazine wrapped under his coat, not knowing whether to feel relieved or regretted.

It was as if some kind of fate was engraved in his bones.No matter how big the circle is, you have to compromise with the blood.

"Come back, I'll wait for you."

"Be one of us," he said.

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