Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

The speed of the car was fast at night, and the taxi Cheng Ji took drove to the Fourth People's Hospital 10 minutes later on the elevated highway around the city.

At the same time, Qi Beisong, who was still staying in Private Room 388 of Shuiyue Villa, finally untied the rope in his hand within half an hour.

As soon as he pulled his underwear up to his knees in a hurry, the little girl at the front desk knocked on the door to warm him up. Fortunately, his bodyguards did their duty and didn't let anyone in casually, saving his last face.

"Bei Song?" Bodyguard A asked cautiously outside the door, "Here, someone sent a piece of clothing. I looked at it...it seemed familiar."

"Hold it to me!" Qi Beisong ordered in a vicious voice while putting on his pants.

Bodyguard A said, got it.

Bodyguard B was rather naive, and asked: "Young Master Qi, why did your clothes go outside?"

Qi Beisong lifted his pants chain, put on a bathrobe casually, and opened the door abruptly.

The girl at the front desk is old-fashioned. The handsome guy I've seen doesn't have a car and has a lot of strength, but the moment she sees Qi Beisong, her eyes light up, because there are often prostitutes, but picturesque ones are rare.

Qi Beisong looked at the three people at the door one by one with a dark face, and said, "Come in!"

The girl at the front desk pointed to her nose: "Including me?"

"including you!"

The girl at the front desk hesitated, and then thought that Shao Qi had never been interested in women, and she was bold and curious, so she followed bodyguard A and bodyguard B into the door.

After entering the door, bodyguard A and B noticed that Qi Beisong seemed to be the only one in the room, and couldn't help but wonder, wondering where did the bartender who came in just now go?

Bodyguard A knows Qi Beisong's personality better, and knows that although he is an asshole, he will not go too far, and probably locked him in the room.

Bodyguard B is a newcomer, he's a scumbag, his face immediately changed, he muttered in his heart that he's dead, he's just been on the job for three months and has to help the boss dispose of the corpse, what a crime!

The girl at the front desk touched her face and continued to admire Qi Beisong, thinking tsk tsk, how could she be so handsome?What a fucking hooker!

Qi Beisong said: "Close the door!"

Bodyguard A coughed lightly and asked, "Do you want to call Mr. Wu?"

Mr. Wu is that smooth-skinned man in Qingshui, and he doesn't know which room he is having fun in at this moment.

"Don't mention him!" Qi Beisong roared.

Now he hates that surnamed Wu to death, because that bastard kicked out Cheng Ji and Manager Zhou in the first place. If Cheng Ji was kept at that time, Young Master Qi wouldn't suffer so many crimes in the future!

In fact, Qi Beisong's logic is confused. Even if he keeps Cheng Ji at that time, he will still be beaten, and the beating will be even heavier, because Cheng Ji will use about [-]% of his strength to protect other people's buttocks, and [-]% to protect himself. Beisong's neck might be broken by him.

By the way, in addition to launching from the rear, there is also a naked twist from the front, commonly known as the "guillotine", which mainly attacks the large arteries on both sides of the enemy's neck, causing shock in a short time.

"The door is locked!" Qi Beisong said.

Bodyguard A hastened to do so.

Qi Beisong threw himself on the sofa, put his hands on the backrest, his chest heaved, his eyes were red with anger, and his forehead was full of veins.

The three people behind didn't know what happened, they didn't dare to speak, and waited for him holding their breath.

Qi Beisong calmed down and asked the girl at the front desk first, "How did you get the clothes?"

The front desk said: "A boy delivered it earlier, and asked me to deliver it to Room 388 in half an hour."

"What kind of boy?" Qi Beisong asked.

The girl at the front desk said, "It's our employee who did that....He stole your clothes?"

Qi Beisong asked: "Do you know the name?"

The front desk really didn't know, because it was Cheng Ji's first day at work, and she was embarrassed, and she only remembered the storage number that Cheng Ji reported when he came to pick up things.

The employees of Shuiyue Villa come and go very frequently. Except for a few fixed executives and managers, the rest of the staff will change every few months, especially those like MB.If you want customers to come and go frequently, you have to add new ones and eliminate old ones.

Qi Beisong asked: "Next time we meet, will you still recognize him?"

The girl at the front desk hesitated: "Not necessarily, he puts on makeup like that, and after washing his face, I probably don't recognize him."

Seeing that Qi Beisong was very upset, she hurriedly made amends: "But I remember his characteristics."

"What characteristics?"

The girl at the front desk said: "He has a mole on the back of his neck. Although it is hidden by his hair, he can see it when he lowers his head."

Qi Beisong didn't notice the mole on Cheng Ji's body. Of course, even if there was a mole on his face, he didn't have time to look at it. He was being beaten right now!

"Is there any more?" Qi Beisong asked.

The front desk said honestly: "No more."

Qi Beisong said, "Adjust the monitoring."

"Huh?" the girl at the front desk asked, "What?"

"Turn out the surveillance inside your villa!" Qi Beisong ordered.

"Bei Song, what happened?" Bodyguard A asked.

"It's okay!" Qi Beisong said rudely, "Lei Jing, you follow her to watch the surveillance, and look for the person she said."

Bodyguard Jia Leijing froze for a moment, and said, okay.

Qi Beisong turned to bodyguard B and asked, "Wang Beifeng, what's wrong with you? Why are you shaking?"

Bodyguard Yi Wang Beifeng said with a sallow face, "Qi, Young Master Qi, don't worry, I will definitely do a good job in dealing with the aftermath, so that... there will be no excuses."

He wondered if the body was in the bathtub?definitely is!

Damn, should this be transported as a whole, or is it better to cut it into sections and transport it out?When the case happens in the future, do I want to be dealt with in the same case with this surname Qi?

No, no one dares to care about him, I'll be thrown out to be the scapegoat!Alas, if I knew this, I shouldn't have submitted my resume three months ago!

……

Qi Beisong gave him a strange look again, thinking that this man is so big and so rough, why is he always hesitant to speak?So he ignored it and sulked alone.

Anyway, after more than half an hour, Qi Beisong drank several glasses of red wine to soothe his worries. Wang Beifeng was still thinking about where he hid the victim's body, and came back with Lei Jing who went to watch the surveillance.

Qi Beisong asked him, "Did you see it?"

Lei Jing said: "Bei Song, you must have met a particularly cunning person."

"What do you mean?"

"He knows how to avoid the probe." Lei Jing said, "There are so many high-definition infrared probes in Shuiyue Villa, but none of them can take pictures of his face."

Qi Beisong asked: "What about the probe at the front desk, is it always aimed at people?"

"There was a probe at the front desk, and he happened to be standing in a blind spot, so only one-third of the back of his head was photographed."

Qi Beisong sipped the rest of the red wine and asked, "Lao Lei, Wang Beifeng, did you practice fighting in the army?"

"I've practiced them all," Lei Jing said.

Qi Beisong asked: "Are you practicing routines or non-routines?"

Lei Jing replied: "Actually, they are all routines."

"Is anyone practicing non-routines?"

"Also."

"Who would practice non-routines?"

"Usually someone who needs a real fight."

"Are there many such people?"

"Quite few. Even if there are, they belong to the special forces. Of course, a small number of scouts will do."

Qi Beisong thinks that no special forces in the world can find someone so punk who can blind people's eyes, so it must not be!

"Apart from special forces, who else can practice non-routine fighting?"

Lei Jing said: "There are a small number of mobile personnel in the special police, who specialize in dealing with emergencies."

That guy in fishnet stockings doesn't look like a special police officer either!

"Is there any more?" Qi Beisong asked.

Lei Jing thought for a while: "There are also underground organizations, those involved in crime, those involved in terrorism, and killers trained abroad."

Qi Beisong still didn't feel like it.

"The rest...are either MMA fighters," Lei Jing said.

Qi Beisong thought to himself that he could still fight MMA?Even if he is small, he will be booed even if he is on the stage!Besides, he was selling his ass one second, how could he be in the ring the next second?

In fact, Cheng is not short at all, 1.7 meters [-] is definitely there, but due to internal and external troubles, he is relatively thin.

Qi Beisong buried his head in silence, then sneered: "Forget it, I can only startle the snake, go and call me the manager surnamed Zhou."

Lei Jing went out again, Wang Beifeng finally couldn't help asking: "Young Master Qi, where's the corpse?"

Qi Beisong said angrily: "What corpse? I almost became a corpse, do you know?!"

Wang Beifeng said, "Just... the bartender who came in to deliver the wine just now."

"Who?"

The turn of events was so bizarre that Qi Beisong almost forgot about Shen Zimo: "Oh, he... ran away."

"Run away?" Wang Beifeng asked in surprise, "How did you run away? Where did you run away from?"

"Someone helped him escape."

Wang Beifeng suddenly realized: "Oh, is it the guy who can't even be photographed by surveillance?"

"Shut up!!" Qi Beisong couldn't think about it, and the anger came up again after thinking about it.

He suddenly remembered something, and quickly told Wang Beifeng, "Look around in the house quickly, that man seems to have lost a shoe."

Although Wang Beifeng was a young man, he was good at finding things. It didn't take long for him to find out the blingbling shoes that Cheng Ji had left under the sink in the bathroom.

"A girl?" He asked Qi Beisong.

Qi Beisong scolded: "Can such a big shoe size be a woman? Can't you tell that I'm crazy?!"

Wang Beifeng said: "Crazy is quite romantic. Do we have to go door to door with this shoe to find him?"

"Get out!!" Qi Beisong roared.

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When the Fourth People's Hospital arrived, Cheng Ji jumped out of the taxi, entered the inpatient building, and went straight to Ward 12.

It was approaching midnight, and the glass door at the elevator entrance in the ward had already been locked. He didn't want to disturb anyone, but at this moment he had to knock on the glass door to remind the nurse on duty at the nurse station to open the door for him.

The nurse was startled when she saw his face, and took a while to come over and say, "Is it Xiao Cheng? Why are you acting like this?"

Cheng Ji said: "I performed at a company's social gathering today. I was afraid it would be too late, so I rushed back without removing my makeup. Did I scare you? I'm sorry."

The nurse said, "It's okay. I have facial cleanser here, you can use it later."

Cheng Ji thanked her and asked calmly, "How is my mother today?"

"Same as usual." The nurse said, "By the way, after you clean up, go to the doctor's office. Dr. Zhu is still on the night shift today. He came here just now to ask if you came back. He has something to tell you."

"Okay." Cheng nodded and took the nurse's facial cleanser.

In order not to show timidity, he stayed in the nurse's station for more than ten seconds, scanned the surrounding situation, and soon found the guiding arrow in the water room, and walked there first.

In the water room, there is a boiling water stove, a sink, and a long-standing mirror.

He washed his face several times before rubbing off the thick foundation on his face. However, the mascara was waterproof, and the more he rubbed the eye circles, the darker they became. There was nothing he could do for a while.

He finally saw what he looked like, objectively beautiful, but frail, pale, blue-eyed, disheveled, downcast with fatigue, and generally ghost-like.

He had no choice but to find a doctor surnamed Zhu.