Xie Qingcheng never told these executives that he was a mental Ebola patient.
But today, he showed them the card.
He was very cautious. He didn't mention the first emperor. He only cited the special abilities of mental Ebola patients, such as an amazing sense of smell, extremely high computing power, and so on.
At this juncture, although the high-level people were shocked, they were more flawless.
"Then what are your abilities?"
Xie Qing was silent for a few seconds: "Adapt."
"Adapting?" the commander said, "but that can only make you feel better on the battlefield, and can't play a role in enhancing the success of reconnaissance."
Xie Qingcheng: "This kind of adaptability is not only for the external environment, but also effective inside the body. To give the simplest example, organ transplantation has a big risk problem, that is, the human body is likely to have a rejection reaction, but I won't, my body is totally adaptable to new organs, the same... for some viruses or bacteria, too."
"There have been several cases of mental Ebola patients in China, but almost all of them have died. Among these known patients, the special ability of patient No. 2 is that he has a very strong hearing, and he passed away on No. 2. , our laboratory kept his blood samples and made serums."
"What's the use of the serum?"
"It has no effect on normal people and can only be used for research, but for me." Xie Qingcheng paused and continued, "After the serum enters my body, it will be different because of my adaptation. The energy factor creates confusion and treats me as Case No. 2. That is, I can briefly have the ability of No. 2 within a few hours of injecting the serum."
Everyone was shocked.
Zheng Jingfeng said: "Xie Qingcheng! You, why have you never said something so important...!"
Xie Qingcheng glanced at him: "I'm sorry."
Commander: "With this ability, it is normal to not talk about it, and no one wants to get into some unnecessary trouble."
Zheng Jingfeng: "..."
Xie Qingcheng quickly looked away from Lao Zheng, and Lao Zheng's eyes made him a little unbearable. What the commander said was wrong, Xie Qingcheng didn't tell Zheng Jingfeng, never because he was afraid of getting into unnecessary trouble, but because he knew that Zheng Jingfeng would react like this now, and he didn't want Zheng Jingfeng to be implicated or worried.
Xie Qingcheng: "Then, can I take people to the island?"
Although this is a question, Xie Qingcheng already knew their answer before asking it out.
Dreambreakers have no better choice.
Must be him.
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"Well, yes, those business talks are over. I'm going to leave the next thing to Xiao Zhou. I may have to go back to the island recently."
He Yu was facing the computer, while checking the files and monitoring, raised his hand to his headset, and talked to the person in the headset.
"The reason?" He repeated Duan Wen's question, his eyes flicking over a surveillance record on the display.
That was an action that Xie Qingcheng performed in his study when he was at his house. The video shows that Xie Qingcheng seemed to be observing the location of the surveillance camera in the study.
"… "
He Yu stared at the screen for a while, then glanced at the vaguely visible traces of books on the desktop.
"It's nothing." His face was not very good-looking. After thinking about it, he said calmly, "I just found that the blood Gu seems to be a little different. I want to go back to the laboratory to practice my hands. Find some feeling."
Duan Wen said something in the headset again.
He Yu sneered, raised his other hand, fiddled with his fingernails at will, and said calmly, "How did you notice it... Why don't you ask Anthony? He hasn't complained to you yet. They all come to my house to find fault. Yes. Well, ask him."
After chatting a few more casually, He Yu responded perfunctorily.
"Maybe I'll be back in the next few days. I'll prepare. If it's done, then I'll hang up."
After finishing the call, he took off the headset, pulled the video progress bar on the screen again, and pulled it back to when Xie Qingcheng was looking at the monitor.
"… "
He Yu looked at the man in the picture and had a hunch in his heart, but that hunch made him very irritable.
He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes heavily, then let out a sigh of relief, put on the headset again, and dialed another encrypted number.
"Hey, it's me."
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After Xie Qingcheng left the Dreambreaker headquarters, he didn't have much time to prepare.
He went home for the last time and had dinner with Xie Xue and the others.
They didn't know what Xie Qingcheng was about to do. This meal was as casual and homely as usual. The dishes served were the stir-fried sweet potato vines, Mapo tofu, braised pork ribs and greens and fish ball soup made by Aunt Li. , the rice is Yangzhou fried rice made by Xie Xue. She learned from Xie Qingcheng, and now it's fried in a decent way.
During the banquet, Xie Xue and Xie Qingcheng said, "Brother, on my birthday next month, you are not allowed to work no matter how busy you are. I want to book a private tour group. Let's go for a walk and relax, okay? ?"
Wei Dongheng hurriedly helped his wife to persuade him: "Yeah, brother, travel is very good, it can let you take all the troubles before..."
Xie Xue stepped on him under the table.
Persuasion, persuasion, what to do with the troubles before? Now that he is a father, he still speaks like a stupefied young man.
Wei Dongheng was in pain, but he turned his head and said to Xie Xue, "Oh, why are you stepping on me?"
Xie Xue: "..."
Xie Qingcheng understood what they meant, but he didn't know where he would be next month. Mandela Island was a ghost realm in the human world. This time, going to investigate was a near-death mission.
First, he didn't want Xie Xue and the others to worry, and secondly, this mission was indeed a secret, so he didn't tell his family anything, just drank the last sip of hot soup and let the ordinary warmth flow through his heart, dispelling it. to his internal organs.
Then he said, "...Okay."
Before leaving, he finally hugged Bao Yaya, said to Aunt Li, who was washing dishes, thank you for your hard work, and said to Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng: "You are so old, you have to learn to do housework. , to take care of each other more."
He is too daddy, and usually has a lot of such exhortations, so Wei Dongheng didn't hear anything strange. The husband and wife sent Xie Qing to the door and watched him get into the car and go away.
Xie Xue suddenly frowned slightly.
Wei Dongheng: "What's wrong?"
"...I don't know." Xie Xue watched Xie Qingcheng's car drive farther and farther, "I just feel stuffy and uncomfortable."
"Is it going to be a thunderstorm? There is a lot of humidity in the air." Wei Dongheng said, "Come in and sit."
Xie Xue responded, but did not move.
She stood there, watching the taillights of her brother's car disappear around the corner, until the bloody color was gone.
The second place Xie Qing went to was the Aesthetic Education Private Hospital.
The Dean was already waiting for him in the laboratory on the top floor.
Twenty tubes of micro-serum, which have been specially treated to appear light blue, are hidden in a designed safety tube. There are micro-needles in the tube. As long as you twist the mouth of the tube according to the trick, the needle will pop out, which is convenient for Xie Qingcheng to inject himself outside.
"Professor Xie." The old dean raised his eyes and looked at him. "The things have already been prepared for you. The special field syringe is very light and easy to carry."
Xie Qingcheng reached out and took it: "Thank you."
"Wait a moment."
"how?"
"There is something I want to show you." The old dean gestured to the empty chair in front of him, "You sit first."
Xie Qingcheng sat down, and the old dean got up and went to pour Xie Qingcheng a cup of hot ginger tea.
Although Xie Qingcheng didn't know why, he still took a sip and looked at him: "President, what do you want to give me?"
The dean took out an envelope from the drawer and handed it to him. Xie Qingcheng opened the winding button. The cowhide envelope contained a stack of paper. He pulled it out, glanced at it, and was stunned. .
He looked at the old dean across the page.
The old dean looked at him with a smile and motioned for him to continue reading.
So for ten minutes, there was no sound in the room, and finally Xie Qingcheng put the stack of papers back on the table: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The old dean laughed and didn't answer.
This old man was Qin Ciyan's classmate. When he was in college, he had a bunk and a good relationship was like a brother. Xie Qingcheng had not communicated much with him, but it was only now that he realized that the old dean had a similar temperament to Qin Ciyan when he laughed. Maybe the people who were focused on studying in those days eventually settled down, and they were all the same calmness and generosity. the taste of.
But this resemblance, like a cat's paw, stabbed Xie Qingcheng's heart.
Xie Qingcheng was almost annoyed: "You should have told us—"
"You now know how you're hiding your illness from your loved ones, how they feel."
Xie Qingcheng was suddenly stunned.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the old dean's half-smile old face. The old man's smile was as ugly as Qin Ciyan's.
The old dean slowly took back the kraft envelope. The white pages inside were full of his own case report, and the report was full of harsh words—
"Lung cancer in the middle and late stage", "spread", "metastasis"...
"What about your family? They all... "
"They all know." The old dean looked at Xie Qingcheng with sharp and gentle eyes through the lens, "My wife, son, daughter... all know my situation, I spent a lot of time communicating with them, and finally we Decided to face these small difficulties in my life together. Our family has experienced many things... wars, criticism/fighting, rehabilitative... Encouraged to overcome many, many difficulties."
He tapped the envelope with his fingers: "This may be the penultimate hurdle, and then the last difficulty we face is my death."
When he saw Xie Qingcheng's expression, he suddenly smiled. That smile was by no means consoling or taking pleasure in suffering. He smiled open-mindedly and optimistically: "Professor Xie."
The relationship between the old dean and Xie Qingcheng is very delicate. Their life distance is not too close, but they are so close in spirit, and they have been fighting for rn-13 together for so many years. So he still calls Xie Qingcheng "Professor Xie", not Xiao Xie like Qin Ciyan.
But when he looked at Xie Qingcheng, the kindness in his eyes was almost exactly the same as Qin Ciyan.
"Professor Xie, people are constantly facing all kinds of hardships and challenges in their life. Some people can't hold on halfway, and some people will fight until the end of their lives, and then have a fight with death. The final duel. Of course, human beings are destined to lose to the god of death, but the spirit is not necessarily. For example, like me." The old dean pointed to himself with a smile, "I'm not afraid anymore, I used to I didn't tell you, but I was also interrogated by the mysterious murderer sent by Mandela."
"!!"
"It's all a long time ago. I can act more than Lao Qin, and they can't see any problems. I thought Lao Qin didn't tell me much. But since the escape from death, I figured it out. A lot of things."
"I started to enjoy every day with my family, they didn't have to worry about what I was hiding from them, and I didn't have to worry about them stopping me from doing anything. It's the same now, our family, it's like facing Like any previous difficulty, I faced my sickness and my death with the same hatred."
"In a way, I've beaten it. I'm not sad because of it, I'm happy. My family knows it all, even my friends, people around me know... except you."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"You're so smart, you must know why I'm the only one who didn't tell you." The old man smiled and added some more water to his hot ginger tea, "You are a very tough and stubborn person, Professor Xie. You have a very selfless personality. , very kind heart. But you're too egoistic at the same time, you're always protecting the people around you in the way you think is right, without caring if that's what they expect."
The old dean took a slow sip of ginger tea. He squinted his eyes and enjoyed it. He couldn't tell that he was an old man suffering from illness and having few Yushou left.
He put down the glass and folded his hands. "I hope I can make you understand that feeling."
"Professor Xie, as early as several years ago, when you turned to me to treat your illness, I have been advising you not to hide it from the people around you, and give them a chance to accompany you, they love you, they have this Power. But you don't listen." The old dean said, "I didn't persuade me any more, because I also understand your feelings very well. Yes, it does take some 'cruelty' to tell those who love you the most about your illness. Because you know you're going to worry them so much, you're going to break them down...you love these people too, so you don't want them getting hurt, you don't want them taking their life away because of you."
The old dean was quiet again, and he looked at Xie Qingcheng's eyes peacefully.
"But depriving them of the right to know is actually a more cruel thing, and it may bring more regrets to each other. I don't know if my words today will make you listen. The life advice given to you by an old man in his seventies. Of course, the mission this time is confidential, and you have no way to tell them, but I think when you come back safely, you can try to be less arbitrary and more In a frank way, seek out the people around you to accompany you to face the difficulties in life.”
"Companionship is very important, it can keep your heart forever full of breath."
After the old dean finished speaking, he handed the box of medicine to Xie Qingcheng.
"Take care of your life, Professor Xie. We're all waiting for your return."
After Xie Qingcheng left the Meiyu Private Hospital, there were still more than three hours left before the final assembly.
His heart was heavy, but calm, complicated, and clear.
He finally went to the gift shop and picked a present for Xie Xue's birthday - it was a rag doll bear. Xie Xue has nothing left now, but if he really had an accident on the island, He knew that this baby bear could comfort her.
He and He Yu were trapped in the reservoir four years ago. At that time, He Yu asked him if he would leave a message to Xie Xue if they died like this.
Xie Qingcheng refused at the time, saying that the content of the message would only add to the sadness of the living.
And at this moment, he was walking on the darkened street with the puppet bear in his arms, following his heart, he finally came to the outside of a courier company.
Xie Qingcheng: "Hello, I want to send a regular express."
"Good handsome guy, are you sending this puppet bear?"
Xie Qingcheng: "There is another letter."
He paused, then changed his mind: "... I'm sorry, it's two letters."
"No problem, do you want to send a registered mail?"
"Registration is timed. Also, could you please give me some letter paper and a pen? Thank you."
two hours later.
Xie Qingcheng left the post office.
He suddenly felt that the barriers in his heart were much lighter. In a letter, he wrote some things that he could tell Xie Xue, and gave her birthday wishes and expectations for the future.
Another letter... is to He Yu. He also told him some very frank words that he wanted to leave to He Yu in case he died. Those words were out of consideration for the overall situation, and he couldn't say them now, but he still expressed them in the form of letters after all.
As a result, just as the old dean said, after doing these things that he never wanted to do before, he actually felt a breath in his chest, and that breath made him faintly feel a kind of strength.
He stood up straight and walked towards the public security building that was already nearby.
Huzhou Public Security Bureau, Headquarters of Dream Breakers Organization.
Xie Qingcheng checked his identity and entered, and took the elevator straight to the top floor. He would gather with the exploration team in the top floor conference room, and then board the helicopter from the roof apron, head to the East China Sea port, and land on the anti-tracking ship that had been prepared.
When he arrived, there were only two people in the house, the commander-in-chief and the assistant.
Xie Qingcheng glanced at the time, and it was already time, so he asked, "Where are the others?"
The commander-in-chief didn't answer his question, but asked the assistant to take out a bag. He said to Xie Qing, "This suit is for you."
Xie Qingcheng took out the clothes in the bag and was slightly startled.
It was a brand new police uniform!
The epaulettes were his parents' rank before he was demoted, police caps, police badges, combat boots, belts, handcuffs, etc... everything.
When Xie Qingcheng's eyes fell on the siren sewn on the chest of the uniform, he almost stopped even his eyelashes.
"We checked, this is the special number of the police officers Zhou and Xie's sirens combined." The commander said, "We hope to bring you some comfort."
Xie Qingcheng raised his hand slowly, without saying a word, he wanted to touch the siren, but in the end his fingertips landed on the silver badge first.
At that moment, he seemed to recreate the rainstorm day in front of his eyes. He looked at the corpses of his parents next to the burning truck, and his mother's police badge was crushed...
The commander-in-chief stared at Xie Qingcheng, paused, lowered his head and picked up the police cap—
This is illegal, but this is a very special case.
Their dream breaker organization has to do extremely dangerous tasks, pay a lot of price, and require great courage. Therefore, the commander was originally given extremely high power, and the high-level did not care to encourage members who were very important to them. This can still be an exception.
The commander-in-chief put the police cap on Xie Qingcheng himself, and then, under the silver badge, looked at those sharp peach eyes.
"The locker room is over there. Let's go to the rooftop after changing clothes. Your teammate came earlier than you, and he is already waiting for you." The commander said, "Please come over."
"When you come back, you can go directly to the team before your parents. We will keep this siren for you. I have already greeted the city bureau. So you must take care of yourself this time and return smoothly. "
Xie Qingcheng once again looked down at the familiar silver emblem, looked at it without saying a word, and didn't know what he was thinking. Finally he nodded.
The commander-in-chief patted him on the shoulder: "Go ahead. Thank you, Officer. I'll wait here for you to change your clothes, and then we'll go see your comrade on this mission."
"who is it?"
Commander: "Your acquaintance. You'll know when you go up."