Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

Qi Han frowned and looked at Yan Luoqing, hesitated again and again, and finally wrote a few words on the note and tore it to him: "My senior brother doesn't know where he lives, but every month at 17 o'clock in the morning on NO.408, he will go to Follow-up consultation with my senior brother. This is my senior brother's department, [-]."

Yan Luoqing nodded and put the note in her pocket.

When I went out, I received a call from Zhang Qingqiao: "Mr. Yan, I heard from Secretary An that you are going on a business trip to City G tomorrow?"

Yan Luoqing hummed.

"It seems that our business over there has been negotiated? What did you do in the past..."

"Hello?" Yan Luoqing interrupted on purpose, "Hello? Zhang Dong? The signal is a bit weak." After speaking, she immediately pressed the phone and turned it off.

He rushed all the way downstairs, drove his little summer donkey, and rushed towards the airport with a trail of black smoke.

NO.17.

Before six o'clock, Yan Luoqing, who had been waiting for two days in a hotel in City G, woke up automatically.

He dug out the hat, sunglasses and mask that he had prepared earlier from the box, and tidied himself up.

Under the suspicious eyes of the waiter and other passengers, Yan Luoqing walked into the elevator calmly.

He coughed twice on purpose, and the other passengers in the elevator took two steps back silently, turning their faces away in a tacit understanding.

It seems to be working.Yan Luoqing was quite satisfied.

It shouldn't be too abrupt for someone like him to appear in the hospital.

At 2:[-], Yan Luoqing appeared in the No. [-] Hospital of City G as a simulated severe flu patient.

He pretended to register in the internal medicine department, but ran to sit outside the psychiatric department on the fourth floor.

An hour later, Zhao Zuo did not show up.

Yan Luoqing was very calm: it's not time yet.

Two hours passed, and Zhao Zuo still didn't show up.

Yan Luoqing remained calm.

……

More than seven hours passed, and Zhao Zuoshen did not show up.

The hungry Yan Luoqing was on the verge of anger.

Sunglasses and a mask couldn't hide the resentment emanating from him at all.

An experienced head nurse watched him silently for 2 minutes, and finally mustered up the courage to step forward and said, "Hi, which ward are you from?"

Yan Luoqing shook her head, and looked at the head nurse through the sunglasses: "Do I look sick?"

The head nurse almost blurted out a silly word, but fortunately years of professional ethics saved her.She smiled slightly: "Sit down, don't disturb me." She turned and floated away.

Through the sunglasses, Yan Luoqing stared at the head nurse's back as she disappeared around the corner, and her cell phone rang without missing a beat.

It was Qi Han he was questioning, could it be that this guy leaked the news?

Qi Han babbled for a while, and said something that made Yan Luoqing go completely berserk.

He said: "Xiaoyan, I found something. When my senior brother told me that day, I seemed to miss the calendar. In fact, Zhao Zuo's follow-up time should be No. 16, that is, cough, yesterday." Automatically hang up tactfully.

So, at 29:2 p.m., in the corridor on the fourth floor of the No. [-] Hospital in G City, everyone saw a man armed with a hat, sunglasses and a mask smashing his mobile phone against the wall, smashing it into three pieces in an instant , the fuselage, back cover and battery were scattered all over the place.

The masses are communicating tacitly with their eyes:

"Look at him, he didn't take medicine to make trouble."

"Ouch, I'm sick..."

"For safety's sake, let's stay away."

Yan Luoqing consciously lost her composure, calmed down for a few seconds, squatted down and picked them up, buckled them together again, turned on the device, and it still works.

The buttons seem to be a little loose, and I don't know if other functions are affected.

Just as he was squatting on the ground thinking about his mobile phone, someone walked around him, stood in front of Room 408, knocked on the door, and called in, "Doctor Liu?"

Yan Luoqing froze.

This voice is clear yet hearty, hearty yet warm.

Even if there were a bunch of aunts chirping and chatting around, Yan Luoqing could accurately receive every word from the voice in the midst of the noise.

The door of 408 opened, and the person inside replied: "Mr. Zhao, this is what you left here yesterday."

"Oh, thanks, I thought I lost it." The man smiled and took a paper bag from the doctor, exchanged a few words with the doctor, then turned and left.

Yan Luoqing stared at his back as he walked towards the stairs, stood up suddenly, and followed him as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Zuo didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all. The passers-by around him had already put on windbreakers or cotton coats. He came out wearing only a pure black turtleneck sweater, paired with light blue slacks and canvas shoes. Thin and clean.

He carried the paper bag and walked down the steps quickly, without noticing that there was a suspicious figure wearing a mask closely behind him ten meters away.

Yan Luoqing followed Zhao Zuo out of the hospital, walked to the main road outside, turned a corner, and turned into an alley.

Suddenly Zhao Zuo stopped in his tracks, Yan Luoqing hurriedly turned around and stopped, lowering his head and pretending to look at his watch.

From the corner of the eye, Zhao Zuo just squatted down and tied his shoelaces, and he was relieved.

After tying up his shoelaces, Zhao Zuo continued to walk inside.

Yan Luoqing followed slowly.

He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he couldn't stop himself.

Zhao Zuo turned a corner and entered the fork on the left.

Yan Luoqing walked up slowly, but found that the road on the left was lined with high walls, but the alley was empty.

Did you get lost?

Yan Luoqing couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief while feeling sorry for her.He turned around resentfully and raised his head.

Through the mast overhead, he could see that the sky had darkened.

Time to go back.

Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder, and the familiar voice sounded:

"Who."

Zhao Zuo jumped out from behind the electric pole post on one side, and called him from behind.

Yan Luoqing threw him away reflexively, and quickly thought of a question: At this time, pretending to be a robber should be less likely to be suspected...

After hesitating for a moment, he snatched the paper bag from his hand while the other party was not prepared, and then ran away along the same path at an incredible speed.

"Fuck! Stop!"

Followed by footsteps and shouts.

Yan Luoqing went out of the alley, found a random direction and ran desperately, and the people behind him were thrown farther and farther by him.

Turned another intersection, ran two extra steps, and suddenly felt soft under my feet.

"boom!"

First, the surrounding area went dark for an instant, and then there was a sharp pain all over his body, and an inexplicable stench and damp cold enveloped him.

It took Yan Luoqing a while to realize that he had stepped on a loose manhole cover in the underground passage and fell down.

After a while, there was the sound of chasing footsteps overhead.

The sound of footsteps did not stop at the manhole cover that bounced back, but chased directly in the distance ahead.

Safe.

Yan Luoqing felt lucky amidst waves of sadness and gloom.

Why do you feel grateful?