Seeing the uncertain look on An Luo's face, Zhou Yueping asked worriedly, "An Luo, what's wrong with you? Your face is so ugly?"
An Luo picked up a tissue to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, took a deep breath, and said, "It's nothing, just a headache."
Zhou Yueping patted him lightly on the shoulder and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, it's impossible to remember all these years, so don't worry, if you think of fragmentary fragments in the future, ask me to help you improve your memory. ."
An Luo nodded, "Okay."
"Then I'll go first. I'll destroy An Yang's medical record."
An Luo said softly, "Thank you."
Zhou Yueping smiled slightly, "No thanks, as An Yang's friend, I also hope that he can live happily. Now that he has come again, there is no need to entangle the previous memories."
An Luo was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
Zhou Yueping took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to An Luo, "If you need my help in the future, just call me directly. This is my business card."
An Luo took the business card and nodded, "Thank you."
It was not until his back left that An Luo breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, he didn't give Zhou Yueping complete trust and told Zhou Yueping about An Yang, but he just hoped that he would not let An Yang recall the past. Undoubtedly, this approach takes a lot of risks. If Zhou Yueping is related to those people and discloses this matter, he will be in a very unfavorable situation.
Only, for An Yang's sake, An Luo would take the risk to bet on this one.
For some reason, An Luo always had a strange intimacy when he saw Zhou Yueping, and he intuitively told him that Zhou Yueping was not an enemy. Perhaps because they grew up together, there are still some memories of Zhou Yueping in the subconscious of this body
An Luo was puzzled by this. He picked up his business card and looked at it carefully. On it was simply written Zhou Yueping's name, number, email address and the address of his psychological clinic. Went to the bathroom and threw the business card down the toilet.
When I leaned over to release the water, I suddenly saw some bloodstains on the tissues in the trash can. An Luo was stunned. Looking closely, there were indeed several pieces of tissue paper in the waste basket that were stained with blood, but they were covered with a layer, so it was difficult to detect.
He remembered that An Yang's wound had been carefully bandaged. This morning, he took out the bullet from the medicine box and bandaged it again. The wound on An Yang's arm was not deep, and there was not much bleeding, and the blood was left on the towel and on a cotton ball.
So, the blood is...
The scene of coming to An Yang's house late last night suddenly appeared in my mind. As soon as An Ze entered the door, he hurried to the bathroom. At that time, he was focusing on the furniture arrangement in the living room, thinking that An Ze was just anxious and didn't care at all.
Now that I think about it, he must have been hurt to go to the bathroom in a hurry. On the way, An Ze didn't speak, and his face was not very good-looking. He held the steering wheel tightly and drove the car to the highest speed. When he got home, he silently turned to the bathroom to treat the wound, and didn't even tell anyone about his injury.
Looking at the shocking blood stains in the trash, An Luo suddenly felt a slight dull pain in his heart.
It was a strange... distressed feeling.
I don't know if he was seriously injured
An Luo took out his mobile phone and opened the address book, the first name in it was An Ze's name, his finger paused for a moment, but he couldn't press it in the end. After all, it's not his real brother. He must be heartbroken now because of his brother's death. Calling him at this time is like rubbing salt on the wound.
An Luo glanced at the phone number, and put the phone back in his pocket in a distraction.
I don't know when it started, he would care about Anze so much, and the emotion he cares about is even hard to control.
An Luo returned to the living room, his thoughts became a little confused.
Suppressing the worry about An Ze that was surging in his heart, An Luo calmed down and carefully recalled the details of the car accident he just remembered. If the inference just now is correct, the car accident that year was most likely related to An Luo's father, and her mother, An Zhi, was obviously accidentally injured by changing seats. Who is that photographer named Chen Yi? And what happened to the kid named Xiao Rui
An Luo couldn't remember all of this, and the more he thought about it, the more headache he had, so he had to lean on the sofa and take a deep breath to adjust.
The sound of unlocking the lock suddenly came from his ears, An Luo turned around, and saw An Yang opened the door and walked in, changed his slippers at the entrance, then walked into the living room, threw down his jacket, and asked in a low voice, "This is where I left. For half an hour, nothing happened, right?"
"It's alright." An Luo shook his head, seeing how tired he looked, he couldn't help asking with concern, "Is something serious happened to calling you back so late?"
An Yang was silent for a moment, sighed softly, walked to the sofa and sat down, turned to look at An Luo and said, "I shouldn't have told you, but I always feel that this matter is related to the case of your disappearance. In fact, I have always suspected, You were kidnapped before, probably because you got involved with an underworld organization."
"Underworld?" An Luo couldn't help frowning slightly.
In fact, at the beginning, he always thought that An Luo was kidnapped by the An family brothers. After all, in this big business family, the relationship between brothers is not deep, and it is very possible to get rid of his big brother in order to seize power.
But now, An Luo found that his thoughts had gone astray from the very beginning. The brothers of the An family were far less scheming than he thought. An Luo was kidnapped, perhaps only because An Luo knew some secrets that he should not know.
An Yang nodded and said: "That organization is called the Illuminati, and it is mainly involved in the trafficking of drugs in Southeast Asia. The organization has three important leaders, one of whom is responsible for drug research and development in secret overseas bases, and the other is responsible for drug sales in the international arena. Transshipment, and the remaining one controls the sales channels of drugs.”
"The drug they developed is a new type of methamphetamine with the most advanced technology in the world. It is synthesized from methamphetamine, which can produce central stimuli, and an appropriate amount of tryptamine hallucinogens. Taking this kind of methamphetamine will bring the most extreme effects to people. Spiritual enjoyment, it is also extremely addictive, once it is infected, it is impossible to quit.”
"The people of the Illuminati rely on drug trafficking to make huge profits. The identity of the leader of this organization is extremely mysterious. The police have been investigating for many years, but they still can't find their stronghold."
"We sent an undercover agent to the Illuminati and lurked there for five years, and then we slowly got in touch with the core figures of the organization. It's just that the information he got was very limited. We only know that this organization has very strict rules and regulations. Hierarchy, the core members have a hexagram tattoo that symbolizes their identity on the back waist."
Listening to An Yang's description, An Luo suddenly flashed a memory in An Luo's mind. Not long ago, An Ze was assigned a task by his superiors to intercept a drug smuggling plane in the air... An Luo couldn't help asking: "I I remember not long ago that the police arrested a drug dealer who used a private plane to transport drugs to the country, is he related to this organization?"
An Yang nodded, "He is indeed a member of the Illuminati."
"Didn't you find anything useful in him?"
"He wouldn't say anything." Anyang shook his head helplessly, "I was called back to the police station urgently just now because... That person, he committed suicide in prison."
"Suicide?" An Luo looked at An Yang in surprise, pondered for a moment, and then said, "So, An Luo's kidnapping and Lin Xiaotong's death may have something to do with this. That person may not be He committed suicide willingly, maybe even your police force has an informant of the other party." An Luo said and stood up from the sofa, "I want to go back to Anjia."
An Yang stood up and stopped him, "No, it would be dangerous for you to go back now."
An Luo gently pulled the corners of his lips, "Dangerous? People who have already died once, are they still afraid of danger?" After a slight pause, An Luo raised his head and looked at An Yang seriously, "I have to find out the truth. . Let me go home, hiding with you is not the solution."
Seeing An Luo's stubborn expression, An Yang had to sigh lightly and said, "If you insist on doing this, I will contact Mr. An and arrange it for you. Be careful when you get home, and I will send someone to protect you secretly."
An Luo nodded: "Okay."
***
At ten o'clock in the evening, as soon as Zhou Bizhen entered the door, the phone in An's living room suddenly rang. Zhou Bizhen quickly changed her slippers at the entrance, picked up the phone, and heard a familiar voice in her ear: "Hello?"
Zhou Bizhen said, "Is it Chengping? What's the matter?"
Zhou Chengping smiled and said, "Aunt, it's like this. I just received the news that An Luo's body has almost recovered. If there is no problem, he can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."
Zhou Bizhen said doubtfully, "Didn't I say before that the infection was serious and family members were not allowed to visit?"
Zhou Chengping explained: "Because the pathogenic bacteria of the infection had not been identified at that time, the doctor was worried that his family members staying by his side would cause his condition to deteriorate, so he sent him to the isolation ward. Now the infection is under control and his physical condition is good. Continuing in hospital is no longer necessary."
Zhou Bizhen nodded, "Okay, I see, I'll ask An Ze to pick him up tomorrow."
Zhou Bizhen put down the phone and turned around, but met An Ze's deep eyes. Zhou Bizhen was stunned and asked, "An Ze, what are you doing here?"
An Ze said in a low voice, "Could it be Cousin Chengping's call just now?"
Zhou Bizhen said: "Well, just now your cousin called and said that your brother's health has recovered. You can pick him up and discharge him tomorrow."
An Ze raised his lips slightly, "He wants to be discharged from the hospital?"
"Yes." Zhou Bizhen paused and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong Anze? You don't seem very happy?"
An Ze said lightly: "It's nothing, I'll pick him up tomorrow morning."
***
The next morning, when Anze arrived at the hospital, An Luo had been transferred from the isolation ward to the general ward.
When An Ze opened the door, An Luo was sitting in a wheelchair chatting with Zhou Chengping. Hearing the door rang, he raised his head and looked at the door. The moment he met An Ze's gaze, An Luo's face couldn't help but change slightly. Startled, the whole body was a little unnaturally stiff.
An Ze looked as if nothing had happened, walked to the wheelchair, and said lightly, "I'll pick you up and leave the hospital."
Zhou Chengping came over and patted An Ze's shoulder lightly, and said, "An Ze, I have to go to the ward round, you can take your brother home, the discharge procedures have been completed."
An Ze nodded: "I know, go get busy."
"Well, then I'll go first." Zhou Chengping looked back at An Luo and turned to leave.
There were only two people left in the ward, and the atmosphere instantly froze.
An Luo thought it would be his parents or grandfather who came to pick him up, but he didn't expect An Ze to be alone. An Luo didn't know how to face him for a while.
An Ze's eyes were very cold, and there was an ice-like silence in his deep eyes. It's just two days without seeing each other, but it's as strange as a century. An Luo knew that An Ze could no longer call his brother as intimately as before, and his eyes no longer had the look of concern before.
Ignoring the chill in his eyes, An Luo pretended to be calm and said, "You didn't tell anyone about that, did you?"
An Ze raised his lips slightly, "Don't worry, I won't tell them that Grandpa has a heart attack, he can't stand that kind of stimulation." Then he walked over, stopped in front of the wheelchair, leaned over and stared at An Luo's eyes, coldly said, "Besides, I believe that with your acting skills, it is not a problem to deceive them."
Being watched by An Ze's cold eyes, An Luo frowned displeasedly and said, "Since you don't intend to expose me, then you can choose to cooperate with me, and we will find out the truth of your brother's kidnapping together. I think, you don't want your brother to die inexplicably, do you?"
An Ze looked at him silently, frowning so lightly, so similar to his brother in memory, but he casually said something like "your brother died inexplicably"... It was extremely ironic.
"I know, I won't let him sacrifice in vain." An Ze lightly tightened his fists, suppressed the pain and anger in his heart, walked behind An Luo and pushed the wheelchair, and said expressionlessly, " Go home, grandpa is still waiting for you at home."
***
It was noon when we got home, and a sumptuous lunch was prepared in the dining room, apparently ordered by An Guangyao's servants. Seeing An Ze entering the door, An Guangyao said with a smile: "An Ze, take your brother to the restaurant and have lunch together."
An Ze pushed An Luo's wheelchair to the restaurant, parked next to Grandpa's seat, and sat opposite himself.
An Guangyao took An Luo's hand, patted the back of his hand lightly, and said, "Xiao Luo, I have suffered these days."
An Luo hurriedly said, "It's okay, Grandpa."
An Guangyao sighed softly, "It's okay to come back, An Ze and I are both at home, you will be safer."
An Luo said doubtfully, "Don't Anze need to go back to the military area?"
An Guangyao smiled and said, "Hehe, your brother has figured it out and decided to go home and help with the business. I'm already old, and the family's business will one day be handed over to you, you two brothers take care of each other. , I'm also relieved."
An Luo looked up at An Ze, who was facing him, and found that he was eating with his head down, with no expression on his face.
An Luo's heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
He knew very well why An Ze went home. Obviously, An Ze was worried that his grandfather would leave the family business to him as an "outsider", and that he would take away the property rights belonging to the An family by taking advantage of his identity as the eldest son of the An family, so he chose to return to the family. Home to preside over the overall situation.
Unexpectedly, in An Ze's heart, the person in front of him with his brother's body and appearance was no longer worthy of the slightest trust from him, and he even began to take precautions against An Luo.
The funny thing is that An Luo himself never thought of competing for the An family's property.
From the moment of his rebirth, what An Luo wanted most was a peaceful and peaceful life. Money and power, he had already obtained enough in his previous life, but what about the result? As a result, he was accompanied by years of loneliness and loneliness, days of worrying and sleepless nights for many years.
He is tired. The ambition and fighting spirit of the past are gone. He just wanted to find out the truth of An Luo's murder as soon as possible, give the An family people, especially An Ze, a complete account, and then find a quiet place to spend his life peacefully.
Although he knew that An Ze's thoughts were human, but being misunderstood by him like this, An Luo felt extremely chilled.