Pollutant recycling site

From the meeting in the lobby on the first floor, the middle-aged woman was busy distributing smart wristbands to eleven investigators, and then took them to visit Mingshan Sanatorium.In case disrupting her rhythm would cause them to miss some important information, Zhou Yan temporarily shelved the idea of ​​asking her about Yi Shu.

She was about to leave if she didn't speak anymore, Zhou Yan took two steps forward, and said to the middle-aged woman's back: "Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

The middle-aged woman stopped, turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

It was inconvenient to directly mention Yi Shu's name, so Zhou Yan used a roundabout and relatively secretive way to inquire: "How is the secrecy work of the Mingshan Sanatorium, and will you disclose the situation of the convalescents to others."

The middle-aged woman said: "Don't worry, our nursing home has done a good job of keeping secrets. Without your permission, we will not tell anyone about you."

The answer about Yi Shu is in the middle-aged woman's answer.

Unless with Yi Shu's permission, she will not tell anyone about Yi Shu.

Zhou Yan changed the question: "What if I die?"

The middle-aged woman smiled and changed her address to Zhou Yan: "We will take good care of your body and contact your relative as soon as possible to arrange for him to meet you for the last time. If your relative is not convenient to take your body , we can arrange a vehicle for you to take you home, and if necessary, we will also arrange for your cremation."

Yi Shu mentioned in the letter sent to his girlfriend from Mingshan Sanatorium that if he died, Mingshan Sanatorium would call his girlfriend according to his wishes when he was hospitalized and arrange for her to see him for the last time.

Since Yi Shu's girlfriend did not receive a call, it means that Yi Shu, the writer, is not dead yet.

Zhou Yan thought for a while, and then asked: "Apart from the eleven of us, is there anyone else recuperating in Mingshan Sanatorium?"

The middle-aged woman asked: "No, Mingshan Sanatorium currently only has eleven recuperators."

Ning Luan panicked inexplicably, "But... you just told the other convalescent staff that some convalescent rooms are not empty."

"It's really not empty." The middle-aged woman looked sideways at the bottomless corridor in the distance, and when she turned her head, she smiled wildly at Ning, revealing a mouthful of white, not even teeth, leading people towards Thinking in a bad direction, "As for what lives in it, I don't know."

Ning Luan: "..."

Why did she use the word "what"?

Aren't people living in other convalescent rooms?

The middle-aged woman looked at Zhou Yan: "Do you have any questions?"

Zhou Yan didn't mention Yi Shu's name after all: "No more."

The middle-aged woman pursed her lips and smiled, then turned and left. There were only eleven investigators left in the corridor who had come to Mingshan Sanatorium to carry out their tasks.

It was just after 08:30 in the evening, and there was still an hour and a half before ten o'clock.Long Zexu winked at the members of the dare not die team, and took them all into the 305 convalescent room where he lived.

Liu Mian, the captain of the 666 team, was concerned about the fact that the indescribable boss was drawn to the 302 convalescent room, and wanted to comfort Zhou Yan and Ning Luan, telling them that the boss would probably be fine, and he didn't know how to speak, so he could only stand there dryly. Looking at the door of the 306 convalescent room.

Zhou Yan glanced expressionlessly at the yellow paint on the door panel of 305, and said to Ning Luan, "Go to 312 first."

Ning Luan didn't realize it for a moment: "Captain Zhou, don't you live in 304?"

Zhou Yan walked forward with a cold face: "Check the room."

It turned out that he wanted to check the place where he lived, so Ning Luan quickened his pace to catch up and opened the door with the key before Zhou Yan came over.

The layout and decoration style of the 312 convalescent room are exactly the same as the 302 they visited.

Zhou Yan and Ning wandered around twice, and found that the wall near the bed in 312 also had problems. Like the wall in 302, it was not completely dry.

Other than that, nothing amiss was found.

The closet in the nursing room can only be opened by the nursing home that lives in it. Zhou Yan stood in front of the closet sullenly, not looking at Ning Luan when he spoke: "Open the closet and have a look."

Ning Luan nodded and opened the cabinet.

The cabinet was empty, except for a set of blue and white striped hospital gowns.

I can't tell if it's old or new, and I don't know if anyone has worn it.

Zhou Yan glanced up and down the hospital gown, and noticed that half of the white cloth was exposed from the hem of the long-sleeved top.Not sure if he can touch the things in the closet, Zhou Yan pointed out and reminded Ning Luan: "Check that piece of cloth."

Ning Luan grabbed the top of the hospital gown with his left hand, and the white cloth strip sewn on the hem of the top with his right hand, and vaguely saw streaks of red coming through from the other side of the cloth strip.

Ning Luan turned over and looked at the other side of the cloth strip, and found that the red color he saw earlier was not a pattern, but a person's name.

A name he had seen on other people's smart bracelets belonged to an investigator who had come to Mingshan Sanatorium with Qiao Yuan to perform tasks.

Ning Luan quickly let go of his hand, stretched out his hand and rubbed it on his pants a few times, and said with a straight face, "Is there something serious wrong with the people in Mingshan Nursing Home? All the things used by others are used by others."

Zhou Yan turned his head and glanced at the bed beside him.

Ning Luan: "No way, even the bed was slept in by someone else? Qiao Yuan said that when they came last time, they lived on the second floor."

Zhou Yan: "It's just a possibility."

Ning Luan started to get scared.

If he couldn't fall asleep before eleven o'clock tonight, it must be the cause.

"Go to bed early at night, and don't do unnecessary things." Zhou Yan said and left the 312 convalescent room.

In the empty corridor, Wen Bing, the captain of Team 10088, stood at the door of the 308 convalescent room, with the open wooden door behind him: "Captain Zhou, we have checked the walls of 308 and 310, and they are not completely dry just like 302."

Zhou Yan tilted his head to look over.

"Thank you." Wen Bing continued, "Thanks for your reminder, otherwise I wouldn't have found it no matter how many times I checked."

"Need not."

After Zhou Yan finished speaking, he left. Wen Bing wanted to say something else, but in the end he just looked at Zhou Yan's back, turned around and entered the 308 convalescent room.

After returning to convalescent room 304, Zhou Yan didn't check the furnishings in the room, but sat down by the bed first, took out the black box that he had been holding in his hand from the left pocket of his coat, and put it beside him.

Nearly 10 minutes passed, and Lu Chenzhao's voice came out of the box: "Zhou Yan, why haven't I been able to hear you. You won't... you threw me and the black box together?"

"Well, throw it away." Zhou Yan glanced over coldly, "Throw it on the bed."

Lu Chenzhao laughed when he heard the words, with an ambiguous feeling: "It's a pity, but it happens when it's inconvenient for me to come out."

Zhou Yan has always been calm, and only when he encounters something related to Lu Chenzhao, will he become a little bit overwhelmed.

Will be curious, will care, will lose patience, will be eager to know the result.

He was so concerned about why Lu Chenzhao was drawn to the convalescent room 302 that after Zhou Yan checked Ning Luan's room, he didn't bother to check the room 304 where he lived.

And now...

Zhou Yan silently glanced at the black box, got up and stood up, ready to check the 304 convalescent room.

"Zhou Yan, I did it on purpose."

Lu Chenzhao's voice came from behind Zhou Yan, followed by the scorching woody fragrance like a burning fire.

Before Zhou Yan could turn his head, Lu Chenzhao hugged him from behind.

Lu Chenzhao hugged Zhou Yan restrainedly and domineeringly. From his shoulders to his legs, there were only a few places touching Zhou Yan's body, but every place he touched seemed to press Zhou Yan into his body.

Suddenly being so close to Lu Chenzhao, Zhou Yan felt a little uncomfortable and took half a step forward.

"Don't go." Lu Chenzhao held Zhou Yan's wrist and pulled him back, and said sullenly, "I can only hold you for a while, and I'm going in soon."

Zhou Yan took half a step back, looking down at the shadows cast by the two people on the ground: "Why?"

Lu Chenzhao remained silent.

After a while, he said, "I'm used to it."

An indescribable pollutant that everyone fears is used to helping investigators.

I don't know what mood Lu Chenzhao was in when he said these three words, Zhou Yan felt uncomfortable when he heard it.

It's a little angry, but more of an endless sourness that can't be exported.

"Lu Chenzhao."

Zhou Yan grabbed Lu Chenzhao's arm, turned around according to the current posture of the two, and stood face to face with Lu Chenzhao.

"Don't trust me."

Lu Chenzhao was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Zhou Yan, it's too late to tell me not to trust you now?"

Zhou Yan: "This sentence is the epitaph I saw in the recycling yard cemetery."

Lu Chenzhao had a bad premonition in his heart.

"That tomb..." Zhou Yan's chest was a little tight, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say in one breath. He paused for a few seconds before continuing, "Is it really not yours?"

Zhou Yan knew that Lu Chenzhao was not a simple pollutant.

He once suspected that Lu Chenzhao was the captain of the investigation team who was admired by the investigators of the recycling yard.

Now, Zhou Yan felt that his suspicion might be the truth.

Except that Lu Chenzhao and the owner of the tomb are one person, Zhou Yan really can't think of a second reason that would make Lu Chenzhao willing to do this for the investigators of the recycling yard.

Zhou Yan's gaze was too heavy for Lu Chenzhao, and for the first time, Lu Chenzhao had the idea of ​​avoiding Zhou Yan's gaze.

Being looked at by him like this, Lu Chenzhao could not be perfunctory, nor could he deceive.

It wasn't until Lu Chenzhao felt that he couldn't drag on any longer that he said, "What do you think?"

Zhou Yan had a serious expression: "I hope you are not."

It is said that the owner of the tomb is the strongest investigator in the history of the terrorist recovery site. He sacrificed himself to save the other investigators who performed the mission together, leaving only an unnamed grave and a sentence that is not even an epitaph.

If his sacrifice was to become the most feared pollutant in the recycling yard, Zhou Yan would be reluctant to let Lu Chenzhao be such a person.

However, Zhou Yan hoped that that person was Lu Chenzhao.

Only in this way, Lu Chenzhao's forbearance in hundreds of years of darkness alone can be considered as not being let down.

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