The fact that Wang Ping knew Anna's private password was not due to any ambiguous plot as imagined, but was due to an accident.
Two years ago, the three teams were carrying out a routine mission in the Sudan grasslands.
It was originally a boring surveillance mission, but somehow, accidents happened frequently. First, Captain Luke sprained his ankle before leaving the base and stayed to rest. Later, when Jacob led the team to set out, they encountered a group of spear ants, and the group ran away. As a result, Wang Ping and Anna were separated from the team and hid in a puddle, escaping the clutches of the ants. But Anna was still injured, and her hands were swollen like steamed buns.
A few hours later, when the ant colony left, Wang Ping used the tablet computer that Anna brought with him to check the route. When he needed to unlock the door, Anna told him the password and joked that she had a bad memory and all the passwords were the same.
Thinking back to the past, Wang Ping's mood began to become depressed again.
He glanced at the battery icon on the lower right corner of the screen and saw that the laptop was fully charged. Wang Ping unplugged the power cord, carried the laptop into the bathroom, put the laptop on the floor, and ran back to the room, carrying a cigarette box and a lighter that were bigger than his face.
After a while, there was a flicker of fire in the bathroom.
A badger was sitting on the bathroom tiles, a cigarette in his mouth, and he was typing Anna's number and password into the login interface of his notebook with his paws raised.
The web page buffered for a while and jumped to a grid list page.
The mission briefing was blank, indicating that Team 3 was not currently carrying out any mission. In the personnel status section, there was a message saying "resting".
Wang Ping moved the cursor down and found the intranet email link.
Although the information of all team members cannot be seen on the pages of other people except the team leader, there is still a way out. Every time the intranet sends a notification, it is sent through the intranet mailbox. The secretary who sent the email is careless and often forwards the supervisor's email directly. Sometimes the names of other recipients can be seen in the email information.
The most recent forwarded notification in Anna's intranet mailbox was to inform everyone of the date and location of Jacob's funeral.
Wang Ping checked the names of the five team members among the recipients and found that not only was Jacob not among them, but even his name was not there. Instead, there were two unfamiliar names: Park Youxi and Sama.
Am I dead too
Wang Ping stood there in a daze.
At the same time, on the other side of the earth, the afterglow of the sunset disappeared on the horizon, the forests and fields began to gradually quiet down, while in the city, it became more and more noisy.
In London, England, on Gray's Inn Road, east of Dickens' former residence, there is an "R"-shaped gray office building. In the small square in front of the building, there is a circular garden and a fountain. The headquarters of WAP is located here.
On the west side of the third floor of the office building, there is a separate floor that is clearly separated from the office area. There is a red cross logo on the door. This is the hospital inside WAP that is not open to the public.
At this time, in a ward, a pale Asian youth was lying. The room was dark because the lights were off. Beside the bed, a mixed-race girl with long blond hair was staring blankly at the gradually brightening city outside the window.
If Wang Ping were here, he would recognize that the girl by the window was Anna, whom he always thought of. And the corpse lying on the bed was himself. Or rather, his own body.
The door of the room was quietly pushed open, and a middle-aged white man with short chestnut hair and a light beard walked in carrying a paper bag. He glanced at Wang Ping who was motionless on the bed, then looked at Anna who was in a daze by the window. He raised his arm and turned on the switch by the door, while coughing lightly.
The fluorescent tube lit up with a slight buzzing sound, and the girl with her back to the door suddenly felt her shoulders shaken, and she turned around to look at the bed. When she found that Wang Ping had not changed, she looked at the door in confusion.
The surprise on his face had no time to fade away before it was replaced by an instant look of disappointment.
"Sorry..." Luke spread his arms and raised the bag in his hand to indicate, "I bought some food if you need it."
"Thank you! I'm not hungry." Anna shook her head, sat down beside the bed, and began to stare at someone's pale face in a daze again.
"Okay, I'll put it here." Luke pursed his lips, put the bag on the table by the door, then walked to the other side of the bed and looked down at Wang Ping.
"Maybe we should send him home..."
Before Luke could finish his words, Anna interrupted him: "I can take care of him!"
"Anna..." Luke frowned, looked at the girl in front of him who had lost a lot of weight, opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.
In the past few days, the two had had similar conversations several times, and each time they ended unpleasantly. In this situation, especially with Jacob gone, he definitely didn't want to fall out with his teammates again.
Although the doctor's answer was a little vague, everyone knew that the guy lying on the bed, although he was not dead, the chances of waking up were not very high. The final result was likely to be just lying there and turning into a humanoid plant.
"Forget it, let's wait a little longer." Luke shook his head and turned to leave. When he reached the door, he stopped again and turned back to say, "You should also take care of yourself and don't fall down. I don't want to go to the reserve team to pick new players anymore!"
No one in the room answered. Luke sighed again and turned away. Only Anna was left, still staring blankly at Wang Ping. A tear fell quietly on his hand.
"Hiss..."
A badger trembled its paw, and hurriedly threw the cigarette butt that had burned its skin into the toilet, holding its paw to blow the burned area. In addition to the smell of cigarettes, there was also a smell of burnt hair in the bathroom.
I flipped through the cigarette box and found that the one I had just thrown away was the last cigarette, so I threw the box into the trash can.
Before he knew it, a badger had spent the night lying on the cold tiles of the bathroom. After leaving countless cigarette butts in the toilet, he finally remembered before dawn that he seemed to have some unfinished business.
After flushing the toilet and hiding the notebook under the bed, Wang Ping hurriedly left the room to restore the ceiling that had been removed at night.
Wang Ping didn't know whether it was because he stayed up late or smoked too much, but he felt weak and dizzy. He even fell down when he was walking down the stairs from the third floor, hitting his chin hard on the stairs.
Wang Ping returned to the room in a daze, opened the window to let the smell of cigarette smoke out of the room, and lay on the bed with his back, his mind in a mess.
Jacob's death was a bigger blow to him than he had imagined. But there was something else that hit him even harder.
Even though the bearded Dutch man is dead, at least the website made an obituary for him and everyone will go to mourn him, but what about yourself
If he felt that his death protected his teammates before, then after knowing Jacob's sacrifice, Wang Ping suddenly felt that his death became meaningless.
Besides, I don't know what my current situation is. If I'm dead, there's not even an obituary. But if I'm not dead, there are indeed two newcomers in Team 3 who have replaced me.
For a moment, Wang Ping even felt that his past was completely denied by God.
This made Wang Ping, who had always regarded himself as a "hero" and was about to try to start a "badger life", suddenly lose all motivation.
Although he felt a little disrespectful to the deceased, Wang Ping still couldn't help thinking that it shouldn't be Jacob who died, but himself. This wretched bearded Dutch veterinarian, even wanted to steal the limelight from him when he died!
Son of a bitch!
Wang Ping suddenly wanted to yell.