This road bombing has been the center of residents' discussion for the next half month-
"The girl in red has been undercover for many years, just to repay her kindness."
"Revealing the dark side of Zhilong Entertainment."
"Exploding quickly, witnessing death, what is the mastermind behind the scenes?"
Such titles also occupy the most eye-catching positions in the major online media and paper media.
Everyone found that this road bombing was very similar to the way the Italian Mafia attacked Justice Fale.
12 Jiang Liping and accompanying police officers were killed, 8 others were seriously injured, and the safe was missing.
This shock is undoubtedly a huge blow to many.
Although Jiang Liping explained some feelings and solved some mysteries in the process of being arrested, after all, the time was too short, and many more important contents died before they could say anything. The huge explosion shattered the ashes directly, leaving almost nothing behind.
Huzhou has been caught in the continuous rain for half a month after the release, and the mood of the overwhelmed police became even lower—
Lines die, roads explode, evidence disappears, and what's even more tragic is the lives lost in the blast.
Condolences, condolences, condolences, accusations, names, public press conferences...
The atmosphere at the police station was gloomier than the sky.
They did their best to rescue the wounded and the clues Jiang Liping left behind—in their very precious brief meeting, the police learned that the leader of this criminal organization was called Duan Wen.
But Duan Wen is probably not his name, and this, like those mafia bosses and Myanmar drug lords, has long been suspected by the police, but has never been able to confirm the evidence and will arrest them.
It is not so easy to arrest a big boss of a black organization. It can be achieved with a few testimonies, a few evidences, and some indirect evidence. In particular, this Duan Wen is not a nationality of his own country and does not stay in the country very often.
Just like the death of Italian fale that year, the mafia arrest and trial case that was about to achieve a major breakthrough quickly fell into an indefinite delay.
After this road explosion, a large number of clues interrupted the disappearing safe. Although the investigation had a direction, it got stuck in a sticky mud.
Everyone felt very frustrated about this, but Xie Qingcheng was the one who responded coldest.
He was very calm, even used to it.
For the cause of his parents' death, he waited for nineteen years, and hoped again and again, but hope broke in his face again and again.
When the dawn hits him, he doesn't have much expectations, so he doesn't have a strong sense of loss.
What's more, he didn't have time to be frustrated, at Zhilong Entertainment, Jiang Liping gave them samples of the new rn-13. With the samples, they can dispense "medicine" to Xie Xue, Chen Man and the related victims.
The doses of these new "drugs" are not many, and they can be cured after treatment. Xie Qingcheng had to keep an eye on the research and development of antidote, he had to go to the laboratory frequently, and he had almost no free time.
But on the day of mourning, he still found time to go to the cemetery to lay flowers.
After presenting a bouquet to the deceased policeman, Xie Qingcheng went to another cemetery. It is a cemetery belonging to the common people.
Jiang Liping's tomb fell there.
Xie Qingcheng came to mourn by himself, and he didn't want to have too much contact. Unexpectedly, after arriving at the cemetery, he arrived at a familiar back.
"Old Zheng..."
"...Oh, Xiao Xie." Zheng Jingfeng stood on the tombstone, looked back at him, and nodded with a sigh.
Xie Qingcheng walked up to him: "Come to your line?"
"Yeah." Although he didn't want to show any soft-heartedness, Zheng Jingfeng still couldn't hide his sadness and regret in the wrinkles on his face, "I never thought... yes..."
The pines and cypresses are green, and the wind is like waves.
"In the case of the Radio and Television Tower, this line that I have never met has provided me with a lot of valuable information. Because of the intelligence, we have avoided at least a dozen cases that may have resulted in serious death over the years." Zheng Jingfeng fell into Recalling, closed his eyes and sighed, "I didn't expect that..."
Xie Qingcheng was silent for a moment, and said, "I told us about the biggest umbrella of the Municipal Bureau. I have already told you that when you investigate these cases, you should pay attention to him. We have no evidence in our hands. can do this.”
The fallen leaves fell and perched on the stone steps.
Xie Qingcheng: "This is your line, the last information for you."
Zheng Jingfeng looked desolate.
Xie Qingcheng: "Old Zheng, protect yourself. Let him find out that you know these things."
After he finished speaking, he looked back at the words on the tombstone—
The name now written on Jiang Liping's monument:
Sun Ping.
And next to the tomb is Jiang Lanpei's new tomb. Jiang Lanpei was illegally detained for 20 years and died a full year later. He finally got his identity because of the student Sun Ping who told him what he was in that year. His tomb, like Sun Ping's, is engraved with the name that no longer belongs to darkness:
"Kim Soo-he Tomb"
Zheng Jingfeng: "When you left a letter to me, the signature was always jlp, but the last time... was when you were in Neverland, and the signature became Jiang. Lan. Pei. We thought it was a hint at that time, who knows... Ugh… "
Xie Qingcheng was silent for a long time: "...I want to live like a teacher."
Lao Zheng sighed very much: "Then you say, does it count as living like Jin Xiuhe?"
Xie Qingcheng did not answer.
He remembered the day at Zhilong Entertainment, Jiang Liping told them that it was the line, and said the signature of the message on the Neverland Notebook.
At that time, the situation was very urgent, and without thinking, I still reported the JLP that I have been accustomed to, not the only "Jiang Lanpei" who signed.
For this reason, He Yu was almost misunderstood by He Yu as wanting to harm them, but he refused to explain the reason. Thinking about it now, in Jiang Liping's heart, Jiang Lanpei... is Jin Xiuhe, who is always kind and clean.
And there was blood all over his body. After killing Wang Jiankang, he never wanted to sign himself under Jiang Lanpei's alias.
"Or... have you lived as Jin Xiuhe expected?" Lao Zheng was still muttering.
Pine and cypress rustled in the distance.
The wind blew, taking away Lao Zheng's sigh.
Xie Qingcheng has never answered Lao Zheng's question, but no one can answer this question except those in the cemetery.
He was so quiet, and they rested for a while, and finally "touched" a box of Marlboros that he carried with him, and a box of women's cigarettes that he bought specially, and placed them on the tombstones of Sun Ping and Jin Xiuhe.
"You can smoke whichever you want. You two have worked so hard, you don't have to endure it any more. ... Rest in peace."
He said, closed his eyes, bowed three times deeply to the tombs of these two women, turned around, and left.
It's not that Xie Qingcheng has no compassion, but he must be very cold and calm. For him, all the weakness, sadness, and regret are wasting himself and betraying time.
He must go.
Because this incident involved Chen Wan, on the side of Political Commissar Wang, Xie Qingcheng had to think of some explanations to hide the facts of the biological experiment, and also repeatedly implored Political Commissar Wang to try to deal with this confidential document to minimize the number of informed people.
It's not that he doesn't trust Political Commissar Wang, but that this experiment is about cell regeneration after all. The less you know about it, the better.
And once the whole truth is told to Political Commissar Wang, then He Yuhao, himself, and Qin Ciyan... All the living and dead who have been involved in this experiment will face great risks.
Mental illness is still classified as a heresy by society, not to mention the special energy experimental subjects like them in science fiction movies
Unthinkable afterwards.
It was Xie Qingcheng who only said that Chen Man was injected with a special "drug", and he did not know about any ignorance, including Chen Man himself. On the contrary, they will definitely investigate unclearly for a while. The root system of rn-13 is too thick. It has grown for more than 20 years, and many of them are dead. Even if Wang Political Commissar personally investigates, it is difficult to quickly find any knots.
As far as the Wang family is concerned, the explanation they want is that their grandson Chen slow is safe and sound, and Xie Qingcheng only needs to send the antidote to the governor as soon as possible and give them this explanation.
"Professor Xie, are you here?"
In the aesthetic education hospital, the reception nurse greeted Xie Qingcheng.
The nurse was very enthusiastic: "Do you want to visit Xie Xue today? Or Mr. Chen first..."
Xie Qingcheng: "No time, no."
nurse:"… "
"Then you are going to..."
"laboratory."
The nurse thought to himself: What a ruthless big brother, those two are thinking about seeing him every day.
Xie Qingcheng did not want to meet Xie Xue or Chen Man more for this reason.
Needless to say about Chen slow, since Xie Xue woke up and got the news, knowing that her brother had encountered such a terrible danger, she cried when she saw Xie Qingcheng, hugged him, and dragged him not to let him go.
Xie Qingcheng managed to calm down a little over the past few days. He really didn't want to deal with his sister's emotions, so he chose to avoid it.
He was taken to the staff passage by the nurse, swiped his card, and went to the top floor.
The dean helps monitor the progress in the laboratory.
Seeing Xie Qingcheng coming from the elevator, the dean's eyes widened: "...Professor Xie? What are you doing here again? You're already like this, are you still here?"
"..." Xie Qingcheng didn't expect the dean to be there, so he grabbed one for his hometown, feeling a little embarrassed, "I have nothing to do, so I came here."
The dean didn't know what to say.
Xie Qingcheng finally felt that his body couldn't support it after the road bombing was settled, so he came to Meiyu for a simple examination.
Both the inspection guitar and Xie Qingcheng knew that they were not optimistic at all.
As Qin Ciyan's old friend, he naturally hoped that Xie Qingcheng would cherish it a lot, but Xie Qingcheng seemed to think the exact opposite of him. He had almost given up on himself and didn't bother to care about his current situation.
The dean pulled him aside and tried to organize the language several times, but he didn't know what to say to him, and finally said, "Go back early."
"I didn't today."
The dean insisted: "Go back."
He added: "Xie Xue and their 'medicine' is something I can help you keep an eye on. Don't waste more essence on this one."
Seeing what Xie Qingcheng wanted to say, he immediately added: "Think about Qin Rongbei's situation."
"… "
"Think about what you should do if you can't hold on."
Xie Qing's eyes moved slightly.
The dean knew that he had succeeded in playing this card, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Go back. Pay attention to your own body. After a while, you will need to take time to come over for a detailed examination. The function of your organs has reached a certain level. What kind of situation."
Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyes when he heard the words: "..."
Dean: "Go."
Xie Qingcheng had no choice but to curse secretly and left the Meiyu Private Hospital. On the way back, he couldn't help coughing lightly, his eyes dizzy again.
The dean is right, he has been wearing too much recently...
But what the fuck could he do
Instead, he wanted to stop and rest. He wanted to be like a normal person without worrying about running out of time. It would be better to hire two assistants to do it with him. Can he
He had no choice at all.
Xie Qingcheng took a breath, parked the car, went to the convenience store to buy a glass of water, ate the "medicine" prepared in the car, and then leaned back for a while, waiting for his body to recover slowly.
At this time, his car stereo rang.
Contact: kid.
Xie Qingcheng suppressed his cough and connected He Yu's call.
"Hey."
He Yu has already returned to school, and his leave time is seriously exceeding the standard. The counselor euphemistically said that if you have another long leave this semester, then even if you get good grades in the final exam, you will still not be able to get the daily score, which will not only delay the next time There may even be subjects that need to be retaken by the selection of the "President" of the Student Union.
He Yu apologized to the counselor very humbly and politely, and promised that he would not take long vacations in the future. In the end, he coaxed the counselor into a red-faced deer. Instead, he felt that he was too strict with the child and hurriedly warned him a few times. The sentence ran away.
Going back to school is the best after the turmoil is over, to avoid excessive cross-examination by parents.
And he can often go to the school next door to see Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu obviously felt that Xie Qingcheng's attitude towards him seemed to have eased a lot after experiencing the fire in the basement.
Although his brows were still light and simple, he felt that at least Xie Qingcheng would no longer avoid him deliberately.
He Yu sometimes tried to be good, so he had to go for it. After class, he ran to Xie Qingcheng's staff dormitory to grab a meal, and by the way, let's talk about the case together.
Today is no exception.
"Brother Xie, where are you?"
Xie Qingcheng didn't answer and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm here to find you, is your dormitory yet?"
"I'm busy, you go back to your own dormitory."
He Yu paused: "But I didn't take the key. It's so late, and my roommates are all asleep, so it's not good to disturb them."
"..." Xie Qingcheng sighed, "Then wait for me for a while. About half an hour."
He Yu hung up the phone with satisfaction.
Xie Qingcheng leaned back in the chair tiredly, his hands clasped his forehead, and the light from the traffic next to him swept in through the window and shone on his slender and cold chin.
At this moment of weakness, he couldn't help thinking of the encounter between him and He Yu in the basement of Zhilong's headquarters, thinking of his mood at that time, He Yu's eyes, and the one who didn't think too much, maybe even he A kiss that I don't quite understand...
He closed his eyes, his chest choked.
He felt that the kiss was wrong.
But knowing it was wrong, why did you do it at that time
What kind of impulse and emotion is that...
During this period of time, he has been calmly analyzing his relationship with the boy - now he has confirmed that the affection He Yu gave him is not a fallacy, and the boy's feelings cannot be changed, and there is no turning back. Then what is it to be entangled with He Yu like this...
If you don't stop your losses in time, don't you become a scumbag who can't be bothered with college students and can't be responsible in the end
If it goes on like this, saying I'm sorry for He Yu, he's even sorry for He Jiwei... Although he and He Jiwei don't have any deep feelings, after all, it was He Jiwei who gave him the opportunity to practice and made an exception to let him study in the laboratory.
Jitu became a talent, but he hooked up Mr. He's feelings.
And He Yu didn't even know that he was chasing an impossible ending... so stupidly chasing him... I had a heart dug up for him... Fuck, yes! He knew he was handsome, but would he still be handsome if he died? Burned to ashes in a few days! Who likes gray? He Yu is a fucking fool!
The more Xie Qingcheng thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He put on his seat belt, turned his head, and looked at the building of the Meiyu Private Hospital behind him.
—
"Xie Qingcheng, if you do this, you will suffer."
"Ah... If you insist on doing this, I can only help you."
"Don't worry, this is a secret between us, and I won't let the third one know."
He was wearing the large gold characters on the building of the Meiyu Private Hospital, and it seemed that the dean had said to him in his ears again.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and coughed lightly, not knowing whether it was in the wind or between his throat, he smelled a little blood.
The fishy and sweet taste was very secret, only Xie Qing Chengben knew it.
Just as he never told He Yu the face that had been hidden in aesthetic education for many years.