mayfly era

"I'm sorry... I, I don't know how to talk to you," two lines of tears fell down the pale face of the lack of lotus, wet the peach cheeks, "I raised you too, when you were at my house , I, I have never treated you badly because of this, I still remember that you like..."

Her words came to an abrupt end.

Yan Qiang opened his mouth, spit bloody saliva on Que He's beautiful face.

Que He was stunned, more tears welled up in her eyes, she didn't get angry, but just wiped it with her sleeves indiscriminately, lowered her head, and sobbed and cried.

"A woman with a bit of status can't cry wantonly in front of people, it's easy to be hated, tears should be the weapon of a woman's charm."

It suddenly appeared in her mind that her mother had taught herself this way.

Her tears became more violent because of this.

"Mrs. Shang, I don't want to see you, please leave." Yan Qiang was annoyed by her crying and said coldly.

Quehe suppressed her sobbing tongue, quickly wiped away her tears, opened her hazy eyes, the young man in front of her was almost the same as her son, but had a completely different life, no doubt it was difficult In life, her newly hardened heart immediately softened.

"I can help you get out of here, as long as you promise me one thing, a small thing, it won't hurt you, okay?" Que He said in a begging tone.

"Mrs. Shang, you were still chasing me a few days ago, planning to tie me back to replace your own son's organs. I believe you? Do you think I am an eight-year-old child?" The smoking gun wanted to spit on her again. His mouth was dry, and he wanted to spit a few more mouthfuls on this face.

"He's running out of time, I beg you, just need a little blood, he can't synthesize normal blood... let him live a few more days, let him fulfill his last wish, I beg you, only you can... "

"What does he have to do with me whether he lives or dies? If he is called an obligatory body, he is really obligated? Shit! You threw it away at the beginning, I thank you for letting me have today, but now I want to regret it? It's too late! Hold on Cry over your son's corpse, I don't mind going to give some gifts at the funeral."

Yan Qiang spoke extremely ugly words, and seeing Que He's face gradually turning whiter, he felt extremely happy, but there were some complex emotions stirring his heart.

Que He trembled all over, she clenched her handbag tightly, her face had turned completely white, without a trace of blood.

She tried to calm her voice, but it was still trembling, "I, I don't know what your name is now, his name is Shang Yanyu, we used to name you Shang Yanshan, I like this very much Name...you have been strong since childhood."

"Nothing to do with you."

"How can it have nothing to do with me, I, I am actually your mother, as long as you want, I can take you home, you can call me..."

Smoker stood up abruptly, his body shook a few times, but he quickly stood up straight.

He lowered his head, stared fiercely at Que He, and said sharply, "I was neither born nor raised by you. I won't kill you, just because you have nothing to do with us." No threat, but if you say such disgusting words again, I will make you pay."

Quehe also stood up, she wanted to hold the pipe, but her hand was opened violently, her fingers turned red all at once, and she came back to realize that the young man in front of her was not her frail son.

"Mrs. Shang, I've changed my mind now. We can make a deal," Yan Qiang looked at Quehe closely, "Tell me about the experiment of Tao Litian, the cooperation with Master Mei, and those faceless bionics. Donate some blood for your son."

Que He's face became even uglier, she took a step back subconsciously, but tripped over the chair, and sat down on it in embarrassment, she clutched her handbag tightly, bloodshot from her nails.

"Then there's nothing else to say, let's go."

Que He took a deep breath, and when she raised her head again, it was as if two lamps were lit in her eyes, which were strangely bright, and her smile was distorted to make it uncomfortable.

"In this way, I can help you, right? In this way, I will make it up to you, right?" She asked eagerly, her voice a little out of control.

Smoker endured the dizziness, he had no more energy to lose his temper with this crazy woman, so he simply nodded, "Forget it, let's do it."

"Okay, I'll help you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything." Que He pressed her hand to her heart, her eyes were burning like a trekker who saw an oasis, pregnant With longing and devotion.

"Those 'monsters' in Tao Li Tian were created by Shang Liming. He used to be Chen Ming's first assistant and an elite in genetic experiments, including those bionics without facial features. He also completed the project himself... I Not understanding these, Shang Liming just asked me to deal with these monsters at first, but later he found out that he could make money from this, so he asked me to open 'Tao Li Tian', using these strange things to attract people to enjoy."

"Then your test subjects needed a kind of metal to sustain life, so you hired Master Mei to smuggle it in." The smoking gun interrupted her.

"Yes," a trace of surprise flashed in Que He's eyes, "After the reserve metal was used up, we hired Mei Zhuan, he is the most powerful translator among lobbyists, Bo Luogen is an ancient and backward country, only he can Going there and hearing he can pick up a new language in a week, he's a genius at that."

"anything else?"

Que He's voice was a little trembling, "Mei Zhuan took away those scrapped bionics, and sometimes brought back some pieces for disposal, but I, I don't know what he did."

"Go on."

"He said he has a way to help me find you, so I... only in this way can I save Xiaoyu, as long as I can save Xiaoyu, I can do anything."

"Then why do you still tell me this?" Smoker sneered, "He can help you think of more ways, and if he always succeeds, your son will be saved. Let me guess, the scene in Daolitian The fire was set by Young Master Mei, right? From the very beginning, he didn’t really submit to your business, you treat him like a dog, but in fact, he is a wolf who planned to bite back from the very beginning.”

Que He sighed and was speechless.

"Anything else, be specific."

"A few days ago, someone from above has been coming to investigate, and had to shut down for a few days. I asked him to help take care of it, but I didn't expect him to..."

"It deserves it." These two words rolled out from the tip of Smoker's tongue.

Que He's face was pale, and tears were streaming down her delicate and glamorous face.

"Mrs. Shang, you came here today not because you realized your conscience and finally wanted to repent of your sins, but because you realized that you had nowhere to turn. You can only make this request, and you have to worry about it, lest I won't agree."

"Madam Shang, you really deserve it."

Smoker looked down at this frustrated middle-aged woman who couldn't stop crying, he felt very happy and hated.This is an unprecedented openness.

When he was a mercenary in the past, he liked to lie on the withered grass in the wilderness, where the sky was completely different from the city, looking at the dark night sky with dark spots and feeling the wind passing through his body.

The whole world is changing, and he is alone. At this time, he will repeatedly fantasize about the appearance of "home".

He has a vague childhood memory about "home", which he treasures in a soft and warm room in his heart.Now that I think about it, it was probably what Que He said, "I raised him for five years." Every inch of the wall in that room was smashed to pieces.

It is the last glass bead in the hand of a lonely man, the abode of the soul in the night.

Just when this ignorant and cruel murderer was about to lose everything, he felt that the pain suppressed in his heart had finally found an outlet. After exhaling his last breath, he finally felt openness, an incomparable openness.

Smoker smiled disdainfully, "Thank you, Que. Thank you and Shang Shu for letting me live."

The fat inspector handed Que He an electronic pen, and Que He left her name at the end of the bail slip. Her eyes were still slightly red, and her whole expression was languid. A few words of consolation, but Li Manzi pinched the lower back severely by Li Manzi, who caught off guard and puffed out her chubby belly.

"Mrs. Shang, are you going with the two of you, or..." The fat inspector kept his face calm and secretly sucked in air.

"Well, I want to pick up two young people." Que He still had a sad expression on his face, which was like a beauty weeping.

"As far as I know these two are..."

"Inspector Shen, please keep your mouth shut." Que He interrupted the fat inspector.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Que He turned his head and nodded to Li Manzi again, Li Manzi showed a secretive smile, not as attentive as the fat inspector.

After Yan Qiang asked Que He to send him and Chen Li to Liuliguang, he could only wait at the door, and walked into the courtyard with Chen Li.

Quehe stood there, she had returned to her usual calm and elegant, the strong wind rattled her dark green windbreaker and messed up her light golden hair.

Chen Li didn't rush to ask what happened to the smoking gun, but just followed him silently.

Zhu Qingyuan glanced at the face of the smoking gun, and clicked, "You should lie down."

The pipe didn't move, he leaned back on the chair wearily, and untied his sleeves.

"How much?" Zhu Qingyuan didn't continue to persuade, but came over with a blood drawer.

"How much do you smoke at most?" The voice of the bong was a little tired.

"800cc to 1000cc."

"That's one thousand."

"Oh." Zhu Qingyuan inserted the needle into the blood vessel, and the internal and external pressure quickly filled the blood bag. The deep red blood was packed heavily in the transparent sterile bag, exuding a dazzling luster.

"There is one more bag." Zhu Qingyuan took off the blood bag and replaced it with another set of disposable sterile tube bags.

"So much..." Smoker muttered, his dizziness became worse, his eyes flickered white, his head felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

"You chose it yourself." Zhu Qingyuan said coldly.

"Where's Chen Li?"

"Chen Li?" Zhu Qingyuan repeated the name with some surprise, but quickly continued calmly, "I didn't see it, how would I know."

The blood has not been drawn yet, the head of the smoking gun hangs weakly on one side, I don't know whether it is too tired or has passed out.

Zhu Qingyuan patted the back of his hand, supported the smoking gun and sat up straight, squinting at Zhu Qingyuan.

"Here, I packed it for you." Zhu Qingyuan lifted the paper bag in his hand.

Yan Qiang cheered up and wanted to stand up, but the paper bag was taken away by the other hand. Chen Li walked in at some point, took the paper bag, and pushed the pipe back, "I'll go, let Doctor Zhu give it to me." Find a place to rest for a while."

"Be careful." Smoker ordered.

"En." Chen Yue nodded, turned and left.

"If you don't feel relieved, follow along." Zhu Qingyuan saw that the smoking gun had been looking at the door with his head tilted. This posture affected his treatment of the wound, so he couldn't help but sound a little irritable.

"Boss doesn't think you talk too much?" Smoker replied.

"Hey, I really don't mind, he likes me to talk a lot, the more the better."

"Hearing it hurts people's brains."

"That's why you have a headache. What does it have to do with me? How long have you had a fever, and you've drawn so much blood, and you're still alive and kicking, don't you?"

Smoker realized that the more he answered and wished, the more this guy talked, so he just shut up.

"By the way, the person you got last time was brought back by his family. It is estimated that it has been registered as an electronic tombstone. If you are bored, go to the citizen cemetery to check it out..."

The smoking gun was dizzy, and Zhu Qingyuan was chattering in his ears. He seemed to hear something in a trance, but he didn't understand anything. Excessive exhaustion and inflammation finally made him lose all consciousness.

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