The rest stop between 8:00 and 9:00 is the busiest time.
Some people came to stop for breakfast on the road, some people rested here for a night, packed up and prepared to go on the road.
The store is so noisy that it is almost impossible to find a quiet corner.
Amy Boro stood behind a locker, watching Jacques Bai leave through the window glass.
"Why does he always look like this lack of interest, as if he is reluctant." A voice sounded behind her, mocking Jacques Bai who had walked away.
Amy Boluo glanced at the middle-aged man dressed as the transport driver behind him, then turned his gaze back to Jacques Bai's back, and replied, "The first day you met him?"
"Of course not, but I haven't known each other for a long time." The middle-aged man took a bite of the bread in his hand and said vaguely, "I know he has that kind of personality, but aren't you worried?"
"What are you worried about?" Amy Boro laughed. Because he only moved his lips and didn't reach his eyes, it sounded a cold sarcasm, "I'm worried that he will sell everyone one day?"
"Don't laugh! Is this difficult to understand?" The middle-aged man folded his fingers and counted in a low voice, "He has too many problems, look at his adoptive father, who is that Mervyn Bai? It is said that I stayed in the research institute back then, and I was still in contact with core research, right? I have seen a lot of documents, but I slapped my butt and left. Now I am standing on the opposite side—"
Amy Boro interrupted: "Who told you to stand on the opposite side?"
"Isn't it?"
"Maybe it was before, but I can't tell now." Amy Boluo said, "Do you know what such a person will receive?"
The middle-aged man swallowed the bread and said dryly, "I don't really want to know."
Amy Boro said, "He's probably suffering from regret."
"Okay." The middle-aged man bent a finger again, "For the time being, regardless of his adoptive father, he has a good relationship with the young master of Chun Ivy. I think most people have heard of that young master's character, and he is still implicated. What about the guys at Metz Law School?"
"Ivy?" Amy Borough said, "The Evers family is very sophisticated, and they are just such a mutant. Devore Evers is a typical businessman, and he will go for something that has no interest at all. , with a group of potential collaborators?"
The middle-aged man thought about it, and thought it made sense, but he still wanted to struggle: "What if the mutant young master persuaded Devo Evers?"
"Are you telling a joke?" Amy Boluo swiped twice on the smartphone and flipped out a web page, "It was just released early in the morning, and someone took pictures at the Fawang Villa Hotel."
The middle-aged man turned two pages, and in the photo was the young master Joe of Chun Ivy.
"What is he doing? He's smashing cars?" The middle-aged man glanced at the time on the webpage, "This morning?"
The webpage is very gossipy, and a complete story is connected based on those candid photos—
With the rise of infection treatment centers, Ivy Hospital suffered setbacks, and the group suffered heavy losses. Devore Evers was exhausted, and took refuge in the villa hotel under the pretext of self-cultivation. The son Joe Eves, who has always been at odds with him, rarely relented, and took the initiative to visit his father at the villa hotel.
However, years of conflict can never be resolved overnight. The father and son, who had been pinching each other when they met, were obviously unhappy again, so much so that Joe Ewes couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed out of the hotel before dawn, smashing the car.
After leaving in one fell swoop, he has not returned.
Middle-aged man: "… "
It seems that the father-son relationship will never be better in this life.
He bit off the rest of the bread in three or two bites, chewed it for a while, and then said slowly: "Anyway, I think Jacques Bai is a hidden danger, a ticking time bomb, and I don't know why the above keeps reassuring him. I was terrified when I handed over things to him, and I always felt that in the next second, there would be countless swipes pointing at me with the destruction cannon, asking me to raise my hand."
"Impossible, unless he wants to raise his hand himself."
Jacques Bai did not drive over, but got on a suspended bus back to Fawang District.
His figure finally disappeared from sight, and Amy Boro looked back, "You don't have to worry about these things. It's easy to trust him. He is a genius. Compared with his adoptive father, he is in genetic research. He has a superior talent in the field, and no one can replace him. What's more, he is a passive 'addict'."
The middle-aged man was really surprised, his eyes widened in disbelief: "What do you say he is?"
"He's genetically addicted, don't you know?" Amy Boro lowered her eyes. "Oh, yes, not many people know."
Man: "How could he have that symptom? Those things won't be used on his own, isn't that the default rule?"
Amy Boluo: "Generally speaking, it was because of an accident. I don't know the specifics, after all, I didn't get to contact anyone above it at first. It is said to be an experimental accident. In short, the genes in his body There were also problems, and he was more unlucky than many others. What he came into contact with at the beginning was not a mature test item, but a relatively primitive test item, probably the earliest batch, in short, the nature is very unstable. "
"The first batch?" the man asked suspiciously, "I heard that the first batch was very lazy, and they were lurking for twenty or thirty years."
"So he's unlucky, he has almost no incubation period, and his last addiction was on some...special drugs."
"What's the meaning?"
"It means that when he has a seizure, there is only a very difficult medicine that can relieve him, and the medicine mine is in the hands of the boss. Imagine if he stood in the opposite camp and cut off the source of medicine, he would What's the suffering like? Have you ever been in a lab? Have you ever seen the animals used for testing get addicted? It's a hundred times harder than normal drug addiction."
Amy Boro spoke, and his voice dropped slightly.
"Stop! Don't speak in such a voice, you're panicking." Although the middle-aged man had never experienced it, he couldn't help shivering just thinking about it, "I haven't seen it before, and I hope Never see you again."
"Pretend what?" Amy Boro sneered.
She squinted her eyes for a moment, and then said, "Isn't that what we're doing, do you have a trembling face?"
"What you said..."
The middle-aged man touched his belly, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Okay. I finally understand why I feel so relieved about him. I should have known earlier that I would not doubt him. After all, that thing... Who can stand it? ? Life is better than death. Anyway, I don't have much ambition, I don't want to mix into something online, just split the money, I'm short of money."
Amy Boro gave him a sum of money in person, and these things were not easy to go to the account, and he had to be so careful not to leave a certificate.
Then, she found a small bag from the middle-aged man and put it into her handbag.
"Is this amount of cryogel enough? How long do you have to spend in the Ivy Hospital?" the middle-aged man said, "Is it so troublesome this time? Has it been more than half a month? Get that person to the treatment center as soon as possible, you You can also leave the Spring Ivy earlier, and you will have more dreams at night."
Amy Boluo subconsciously thought of the figure of Jacques Bai just now. She was silent for a moment, then grabbed her handbag and said, "Come on."
Instead of leaving in a hurry, she found a clean booth and asked for a dessert.
Middle-aged men don't pay much attention to these things, just bought a bottle of water and poured it while standing.
After the work is done, there is no need to continue to spend here.
He was about to leave, and before leaving, he glanced at Lane 3 on the mountain not far away, and said to Amy Boro: "Be careful when you go, I was almost followed before, that one. There are a few places on the road where cars are particularly easy to hide.”
After speaking, he threw the empty bottle into the trash can, wiped his mouth and left the store, got into an unremarkable van and left.
Amy Borough had two bites of dessert.
Her eyes fell on the driveway that the man had reminded her of, she licked the cream from the corner of her lips and dialed out a communication.
Communication was quickly connected, "Say."
Amy Boluo said: "I'm at the rest stop at Kyle 7, the eastern suburb of Fawang District. Are you around? Help me clear the way."
"Yes." The other party replied, "Why, was someone followed?"
"I haven't found it yet, but old Gore reminded me, I think it's better to be cautious." Amy Boro said.
"Oh, I see." The other party was obviously familiar with the middle-aged man just now. "There is Lane 3 over there. If there are smart people with you, it is indeed a good location. Okay, I'll find some people. , I'll be there soon, to help you see if there are any 'roadblocks'."
Amy Boro: "Thanks."
"They all get paid for doing business, what's there to thank."
Two minutes later, several whistles were heard from a large auto repair shop near the eastern suburbs.
The one who was in the lead sat firmly in the driver's seat, put on his ear buckles, and said succinctly: "Black 1, Black 2, Black 3, run to Lane 2. White 1 to White 5, divide into two dials, and run to No. 3 in the opposite direction. Driveway. See if anyone needs to be cleared."
The in-car communication rang in succession to answer: "Got it."
"Did the guy bring it?" The leader touched his waist, and the gun-shaped annihilation cannon that was exactly the same as that of the police station was not there.
There was another question in the communication, "To frighten or frighten? Can you still be real?"
"In the wilderness, lost cannons won't even leave bones and scum, what do you think?"
"That's easy to do."
"Set off!"
The leader gave an order, and a total of 9 cars including him rushed out of the repair shop, whistling in three directions.
Three of them went straight to Lane 2. The leader and two of them made a circle, pressing back from the south end of Lane 3, and three ran over from the north end of Lane 3.
Gu Yan received another communication from Master Qiao on the faulty parking belt of Lane 3.
"I'll just say, I've already boarded the shuttle and left the port safely." Qiao said, "When I get to Tianqin, I'll tell you what's going on. Hope... Zhao Zemu don't let me down. By the way, before you Didn't it say that Horace Ji was touched by the little nurse? I asked someone to check what he had been in contact with within 24 hours, including the food and drink, and the injection or oral medicine for injection. "
Gu Yan thought for a while and added, "Check the nutrition machine too."
Qiao said: "Ah, yes, there is also a nutrition machine. Okay, I'll add a few more later. In short, don't worry, I won't scare the little nurse. I should be able to find the source in the next two days, but I'll take a look. Where did she move her hands and feet?"
"Who are you looking for?" Gu Yan asked, "Doctor Lin? Is he busy?"
"Of course not, am I so inhumane!" Joe said, "I found another friend, oh, maybe I don't have much contact with you. He shares an office with Lin Yuan and is also in charge of several research projects, named Jacques Bai ."
Gu Yan: "..."
Qiao on the other end of the communication keenly felt that the atmosphere was wrong, "What's wrong?"
"Have you sent your message?"
"Yes."
"Did you say why you want to check?"
"I'm not that stupid, am I? I didn't say anything specific, just said that Horace Ji was paranoid, and I had to suspect that someone had poisoned him. As a lawyer, you can't completely ignore it, just ask me to help. busy."
Gu Yan pinched the bridge of his nose: "The reason is barely established."
After thinking about it, Joe took a deep breath, "Could it be that there is something wrong with Jacques Bai?"
"It's not certain at the moment, but it's quite possible." Gu Yan said, "We followed Amy Boluo to a high-speed rest stop, and Jacques Bai happened to be there too. It's a coincidence."
Master Joe felt a suffocation.
When Gu Yan was connected to the communication, his eyes were still on the rest station in the distance.
After Amy Boro went in, he still hasn't come out.
…
In the tunnel through the mountain on Lane 3, the in-vehicle communications of the three white cars lit up.
"Where have you been?"
"In the tunnel," replied one of them, "less than two kilometers from the rest stop."
"Okay, did you see the car parked on the side of the road?"
"Not yet, only two cars from the outer suburbs pass by."
"Okay." The leader's voice sounded again, "We are only 3 kilometers away from the rest station."
…
Yan Suizhi suddenly took two steps towards the railing of the driveway, and the clumps of branches outside the road glanced at the curving mountain road in the distance.
There are two tunnels there, and three white cars sped out of the first tunnel one after another.
He stared over there for three seconds, then patted Gu Yan's shoulder suddenly, "Get in the car."
With this kind of reaction, Gu Yan knew at a glance that something was wrong. He didn't talk nonsense at all, he immediately got into the co-pilot, quickly pressed start with his fingers, adjusted the settings and map, and even opened the driver's door for Yan Suizhi.
However, Yan Suizhi did not get on the bus immediately.
As soon as Gu Yan turned his head, he saw that Professor Yan Da was holding the fault sign, flipped the thing over, treated it as a simple shovel, and hurriedly shoveled a large piece of land mud by the roadside.
It had just rained in this area in the past two days, and the mud was wet and soft, and it was a large piece of adhesion when it was lifted.
Yan Suizhi simply smeared a piece on each wheel, threw the sign back into the trunk, and got into the driver's seat.
The shuttle started in a second, and the moment it started to gallop, the great professor snapped again and tapped the wheel cleaning button, but it was in the lowest gear.
There was some water gushing out of the four wheels.
These splashes were stained with mountain mud during the spinning of the wheels, and the body was suddenly thrown some mud stars.
Gu Yan: "..."
Yan Suizhi adjusted the speed, switched from manual driving to automatic driving, glanced at the whistling white car not far away, hooked Gu Yan's shirt collar and pulled him in front of him.
"Go back and reimburse you for the car wash."
Yan Suizhi said and kissed him.
Ten seconds later.
Three white cars whizzed past, pulling out a long, high-pitched sound of wind.
The leader's voice sounded again in the in-car communication, "How is it? Are there any 'roadblocks'?"
"No," said one. "One might just come back from a self-driving tour with muddy wheels."
"Yeah! I saw it," one of them said very upset. "It's a fucking couple, kissing all the way, fuck!"
Leader: "… "
The leader felt the deep resentment from his subordinates, snorted, and didn't ask any more questions.
The next second, nine cars crossed lanes 2 and 3, took a corner, and drove back to the garage.
Amy Borough sat in the store for a while, slowly enjoying a dessert, and finally got the call.
"I checked, no one is following, you can go with confidence."