"Master, Mr. Lin invites you to come over." The LCD screen on the ceiling of the laboratory showed the faces of the entourage.
Lin Ge put his blood-stained hands under the tap to wash them clean.
"Is there a problem?"
The screen flickered twice, the signal was not very good, and the follower continued: "I have something important to discuss with you."
Lin Ge shook off the water droplets on his hands, wiped them off with a clean handkerchief, and walked out.
"What orders does this old thing have, let's go and have a look."
The door of the laboratory opened, and a strong smell of blood came to the face.
The attendant didn't change his face, as if he couldn't see the mess on the ground, anyway, someone would come to clean it up later.
He handed over a new suit jacket as usual, and after Lin Ge put it on, he handed it over with hand cream in both hands.
The artist's hand is always slender and fair, even if it is covered with invisible blood.
Lin Ge also applied the hand cream in a slow and orderly manner, and when everything was tidied up, the entourage took out the perfume and bowed slightly.
"Master, offended."
Lin Ge opened his suit jacket, and after a burst of water mist, the bloody smell on his body faded away.
He stroked his hair, whistled happily, and strode forward.
"Come on, go see my good uncle."
When Lin Ge arrived, the doctor was still examining Lin Youyuan. He waited outside the door for a long time before the doctor came out of the house with the medical records under his arm.
Lin Ge grabbed his arm: "How is it?"
The elderly and experienced family doctor shook his head and let out a long sigh.
"Get ready for the funeral as soon as possible, my condolences to the young master."
Lin Ge took a step back with a "kick" and the doctor was already far away.
Butler Lin came out to greet him, his eyes were also red.
"Master, come in, the master is calling you."
Lin Ge collected himself and smoothed out the wrinkles of his suit jacket.
"it is good."
Because of the chemotherapy, his hair had fallen out, so he had to wear a woolen hat to keep him warm.
In summer, the air conditioner in the room was turned on to 28 degrees, which was a bit stuffy. Because there was no ventilation, the whole room was filled with the peculiar smell of excrement of patients.
Lin Youyuan nestled on the bed, with a urine bag hanging beside him. The quilt was tightly covered, and only the back of his hand was exposed for the infusion. It was also bruised and purple from the needle, and it was almost impossible to see where the blood vessels were.
Seeing him coming, he moved his eyes a little and signaled Butler Lin to shake the bed up a bit.
He wanted to sit up, but was held down by Lin Ge. The man's eyes were slightly distressed, and his eyes were red silently.
"Uncle Lin, stop, I can hear what you want to say."
Lin Youyuan raised his weak finger and pointed to the document on the bedside, and Lin Butler brought it over for him.
Since he was wearing a ventilator, it was not convenient for him to speak, so he was relayed by Butler Lin.
"Master, Jingtai Group is about to go bankrupt, and you know about the liquidation of assets..."
Lin Ge nodded, sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed the fabric on his knees, feeling a little sad.
"I'm sorry, Uncle, I'm useless and unable to turn the tide."
Lin Butler sneered in his heart, thinking.
Not only did you fail to turn the tide, you contributed to it.
Lin Youyuan waved his hand, signaling not to talk about it.
He still insisted on getting up and talking, so the butler had no choice but to help him up, put a pillow behind him, and took off the oxygen mask.
Lin Youyuan stopped after speaking a few words, as if he could lose his breath at any time.
"After the asset liquidation... a part of the money... ahem... was frozen... part of it was used... to dismiss employees..."
He tremblingly grasped Lin Ge's hand, speaking earnestly.
"I... I left a part for you mother and son... There is also an overseas subsidiary... Under your mother's name... It will be yours in the future... You go... Take this money... and live a good life with Jingru."
Hearing the first half of Lin Ge's face, there was always a trace of grief, but when he heard him call his mother's name, he pursed the corners of his lips, and all expressions disappeared.
The hands of the two were still clasped together, but he could no longer feel any warmth.
He felt a little hot when he first entered the door, but now he feels cold all over his body.
Lin Ge asked hoarsely: "Uncle, why are you so kind to me and my mother? Is it because—"
It was almost difficult for him to speak about the scene he witnessed many years ago. Two people who treated him so kindly destroyed his short childhood with their own hands, and pushed him into an abyss called guilt and shame.
Lin Youyuan coughed, and interrupted his words just right, but he grabbed his hand even harder, almost hurting him, and tears ooze from his cloudy eyes.
"Ahem... I'm sorry for your father... When you were born, he was gone... I promised him... If we both have children... we must take care of each other..."
As he spoke, he grabbed the folder from the bedside and stuffed it into his hand. His mouth was not sealed, and two air tickets and a number of huge checks fell out.
"You take... take... go to Canada..."
Lin Ge has always been a person with strong self-control, able to cover up all his emotions very well, but at this moment, if Butler Lin was not present, he could almost pounce on him and wring his neck immediately.
Why? !
Why would he want to go to Canada and give up everything he had so hard to get in China!
Why did he arrange for him to study in the United States in the name of doing his best? Knowing what he has experienced alone in a foreign country? !
After finally finishing his studies, he looked forward to returning to China with full confidence. He wanted to enter Jingtai's core laboratory and continue to engage in scientific research projects to make a big splash. Totally unrelated, and up and down.
He had no choice but to quit his job and borrow money from his friends to start his own dental clinic. Lin Youyuan was furious because of this, and even his respected mother kept accusing him of being a white-eyed wolf.
Just like Lin Yan back then, Lin Youyuan is a domineering parent who wants to control everyone's life in his hands.
The difference is that Lin Yan chose to break up, he chose to endure.
Who made him look like a timid and cowardly good student since he was a child, so he deserves to be bullied by everyone
Lin Ge gritted his teeth, maybe because he realized that the expression on his face was too ferocious, he calmed down, and held Lin Youyuan's hand back, speaking tactfully, but in a tone that could not be discussed.
"Uncle Lin, I'm sorry, I can't do it. Since you treat me as a family member, how can I abandon Jingtai and go abroad at this time, I want to stay and live and die with Jingtai."
"You go to bed early, the company still has something to do, so I'll go back first."
After he finished speaking, he pulled it out of his palm, got up and left without looking back.
Lin Youyuan leaned against the head of the bed and coughed violently. The housekeeper patted his back for him to breathe, and gave him some medicine to drink.
After flustering around for a while, he slowly calmed down, and opened the veil covering his mouth to see that it was full of blood.
Lin Butler threw the handkerchief into the basin beside the bed, and helped him lie down to rest.
"Master, let's go to sleep."
Lin Youyuan suddenly opened his closed eyes, and the chaotic eyes were swept away, replaced by a gleam of light.
He said every word, gnashing his teeth.
"Did you see it? He wanted to kill me."
A look of grief appeared on Lin Butler's face.
"Master..."
Lin Youyuan's lips trembled.
"Let him come, I have something to say to him."
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Lin Ge returned to his home, and his followers came forward: "Master..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Ge brushed him away.
"Where's my mother?!"
"Master!" The attendant raised his heel and stepped up.
Lin Ge pushed open the bedroom door, and several family doctors were surrounding the hospital bed for rescue, and the instruments were beeping.
Lin's mother was lying on the bed, her sanity was still a little clear, and when she saw her son coming, there was a hint of relief in her eyes.
Before she could laugh, Lin Ge waved his hand coldly.
"Everyone go out."
Several doctors turned their heads and looked at each other.
Lin Ge remained expressionless: "Are you deaf? Get out and let her die!"
Mother Lin's complexion suddenly turned pale, and the value on the instrument plummeted, and it seemed that it was about to hit the bottom.
Under his strong orders, the doctors had no choice but to put down the needles in their hands, and walked out one after another.
Lin Ge winked at his followers, he nodded slightly, indicating that he would handle it well, and closed the door for them.
Mother Lin's expression had changed from relief to horror, and as he approached the bed step by step, she let out an indistinct cry for help.
"Ho... ho..." Her breath was as heavy as a bellows.
Lin Ge took off the oxygen mask for her to relieve her "pain".
"Mom, it's not easy to hold on for so many years, and you have worked hard." He said, his eyes were red silently, his face overflowed with tenderness, and he gently pulled out the infusion needle on the back of her hand, and the blood dripped everywhere. splash.
Mother Lin couldn't even groan in pain, her cloudy eyes were full of tears, and she shook her head desperately.
Lin Ge intends to remove the electrodes attached to her body to maintain her vital signs.
"Mom, before I die, I have a question to ask you..."
He gave a hand, and Mother Lin seemed to see a glimmer of life, nodded her head with difficulty, and motioned for him to say.
"Whose son am I? How did my father die?"
As he spoke, he stroked his mother's face, wiped her tears, and finally grabbed her neck, with a touch of madness overflowing from his face, and he gritted his teeth.
"Tell me! What's the matter with you and Uncle Lin, why are you messing with him!!!"
He raised his voice and growled at her.
As if to prove something, following his roar, the value on the life monitor dropped rapidly and fell to the bottom.
With a rapid and lengthy sound of beeps, before he had time to exert force, Mother Lin's head was already tilted to one side, her eyes were still open, bloodshot, and her eyeballs protruded.
He withdrew his hand like an electric shock and patted her face lightly.
"Mother?"
When he didn't get a response, he looked at his hand in disbelief, his face full of panic.
"No... not me... I didn't use any force... Mom!"
"mom!!!"
"Ahhh!"
He was exhausted, knelt down beside the bed, took her cold hands and pressed them to his face, weeping bitterly.
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After Lin Ge left, another strange visitor came to the Lin residence.
As soon as he entered, he was about to take off his hat to salute, Lin Youyuan sat on the bed, his complexion was much better after taking the medicine, so he waved his hand to stop.
"It's ready, take it away."
It was still the same folder, but only the checks were contained in it. Butler Lin picked it up and handed it to Feng Jianguo.
Holding the heavy tens of millions, Feng Jianguo was obviously taken aback, and the corners of his lips tightened.
He knew that once the money was taken, Lin's building would collapse.
On the contrary, Lin Youyuan smiled indifferently, covered his handkerchief and coughed.
"Take it. Anyway, when the time comes, the task is over, and it is impossible for your police to really let the money fall into the hands of criminals. It is still Lin Yan's fault."
The old fox is worthy of being an old fox.
Feng Jianguo was helpless: "You don't want to support the grassroots construction for the sake of our hard work."
"Ahem... I have been... not enough to support me these years..." Lin Youyuan covered his lips and coughed a few more times, put down the veil, and saw that the former vigorous young man in front of him was also getting old, with hoarfrost growing on his temples , with a little emotion in his eyes.
"Once this is over, I can go with peace of mind."
Feng Jianguo was a little moved, but he didn't know what to say, or how to persuade him, his throat moved slightly, but he didn't speak.
"What I want to remind you is, Master...you are so cunning...it's hard to deal with..." Mentioning this person, he wrinkled the quilt and gritted his teeth.
"You... must kill the grass and roots. He is full of evil. If you can kill him on the spot, kill him on the spot. Don't, don't give him a chance to live... No... Otherwise, there will be endless troubles."
Others may not know what kind of man this old man in front of him, who was dying of old age and suffering from serious illnesses, was in the 1960s.
But he understood that Lin Youyuan's legs were the "masterpiece" of that master.
Feng Jianguo took a step back, put his feet together, and saluted a standard military salute. He deserved such a serious matter.
"Yes, the task is guaranteed to be completed."
Lin Youyuan waved his hand, as if he was extremely tired.
When Feng Jianguo was about to turn around and leave, he asked again: "Why me?"
Lin Youyuan smiled, but didn't answer.
He thought he would never forget the day Lin Yan was kidnapped in 1982.
Both he and the police were in a panic. After a fierce exchange of fire with the gangsters, the hostages were successfully rescued, but Lin Cheng was tortured to death.
During the chaos, everyone only cared about rescuing Lin Cheng, including him.
Only this young and immature criminal policeman, who probably had just joined the job, was still young and still had green stubble on his chin, was the first to rush in, put his clothes on her, and ran out with Lin Yan in his arms. She shed tears while running, crying helplessly like a child.
That is the most primitive awe and sympathy for life, and this expression has also appeared on the face of an old friend.
From that moment on, he remembered the name of this criminal policeman in his heart, and gave him some help, watching him grow stronger, climb up step by step, and stand at a height that ordinary people can hardly look up to .
This time is the same.
He chooses to believe in him, and believes that the immature little policeman back then still has a hot heart.
May this hope not be in vain.
After he left, Lin Youyuan turned sideways tremblingly, and took out a yellowish gray-white photo from the drawer at the bedside. It was a group photo, with men and women.
One of the boys looks very similar to Song Yuhang.
He caressed the portrait above with his rough hands, and tears suddenly rolled down his face.
"Old man, we will meet again."
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In order to deceive others, Lin Yan went straight back home from the parking lot on the first floor. As soon as I entered the door, I went to take a shower first. After I came out of the shower, I looked at the blood-stained clothes thrown on the ground, frowned, and picked up two fingers to have a look.
There is a notch at the hem.
Although what she did was already natural, and the incision looked like she had accidentally scratched it, but Lin Yan still saw the clue.
She laughed at herself, picked up the alcohol bottle and poured it on, lit the lighter and threw it on it.
Flames flared up, burning the evidence.
Song Yuhang, you are destined to be disappointed this time.
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Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.
Technical investigation laboratory.
"Xiao Fang, where is the inspection material No. 03? It's the one that was delivered just yesterday."
Fang Xin raised his head from the microscope and took a look.
"Isn't it right there? It's numbered in the cupboard."
"I can't find it, come and help me look." A colleague's anxious voice came.
Fang Xin had no choice but to say, "All right, all right, here we come, here we come."
She had no choice but to temporarily put the test tube in her hand into the test tube rack and run over to help.
After she left, someone walked past her lab table, and the whole process took less than three seconds.
Fang Xin ran back again, the test tube was still inserted in it intact, she breathed a sigh of relief and continued to work.
Other colleagues are getting ready to leave work.
"Fang Xin, let's go."
"Are you still leaving?"
She didn't raise her head: "No, I'll go back later, see you tomorrow."
The colleague yawned and patted her on the shoulder.
"See you tomorrow."