Han Li woke up in the middle of the night.
There were no lights on in the room, and everything around him seemed blurry and hazy in the half-dark night, almost making him think he was still dreaming.
The phone deep in my pocket vibrated twice.
He blinked slowly. Although no more updated images were forcefully pushed into his mind, the aftertaste of the previous high fever still remained on his body, bringing a sense of dazed weightlessness.
Han Li took out his mobile phone, and the screen with a flickering blue light lit up in the darkness, illuminating his cheek.
There are two new pieces of information.
The first one was from Zhao Yun, informing him of the progress of the casino incident.
Just yesterday, the police raided the casino with sufficient and detailed personal and material evidence, and shut it down directly for tax evasion and multiple serious illegal activities. Several people in charge of the casino were also held accountable - the whole thing Things went surprisingly smoothly, with almost no obstacles.
Although the forces in the east have not made any movement on the surface.
But if you look closely, you will find that it urgently withdrew from several areas that it had previously cooperated with casinos a few days ago.
It's like cutting off the tail to survive.
Cut off the poisonous and rotten limbs for a strategy of overall preservation.
――Instead of saying that he won, it is better to say that the other party pushed the casino out and used it as a shield and scapegoat.
Han Li frowned, and while thinking about it, he tapped on the screen in a daze, and clicked on the earliest message sent.
The next second, he was startled, almost unable to believe what his eyes saw.
Han Li held his breath and read the words on the screen again word for word——
"The wanted criminal you brought our attention to has been found, and his current address is: xxxx nursing home."
… found it
The man who saved him eight years ago - found
Han Li's fingers on the phone tightened involuntarily, and his fingertips were pale white from overexertion. His breathing was a little disordered, and his brain was in chaos. He didn't know how to react for a moment.
At this moment, the light in the room suddenly clicked on.
The sudden strong light stimulation caused Han Li to close his eyes involuntarily. He blinked the physiological tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes and turned to look in the direction of the sound.
The tall boy stood by the door, wearing a loose T-shirt. The fabric was full of wrinkles and creases. His hair was messy and sticking up in all directions, and there were red marks on his face. , squinting his eyes and looking at Han Li.
Han Li's fingers loosened his grip on the phone. For some reason, when he saw the other person, his heart seemed to calm down a lot.
…it’s amazing.
Shen Kong yawned, his voice lazy and casual: "Are you awake?"
Han Li nodded: "Yes."
Shen Kong frowned, leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, and asked:
"So, what's going on with your fever? Hasn't it happened before? Didn't you go to the hospital?"
His frequent fevers were probably not due to physiological reasons. Han Li already knew this, so he just shook his head and answered vaguely:
"Well, it doesn't matter. I'm taking medicine. Maybe I'm just too tired these two days..."
Shen Kong stepped in, probed Han Li's forehead with the back of his hand, and put his other hand on his forehead for comparison.
He raised his eyebrows: "It's okay, the temperature has dropped."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his wrist that was about to evacuate was grasped by a cold hand. Shen Kong couldn't help but look down in surprise.
I saw Han Li looking up at him from bottom to top. His dark eyes shone with strange brilliance under his long eyelashes. There was an elusive look in his eyes, and he waited for Shen Kong again. When I looked at it, there was no trace of it.
Han Li let go of his hand, as if there was still a bit of warm and delicate touch on the inside of the other person's wrist on his fingertips.
He lowered his eyes calmly.
At this moment, an idea suddenly popped out of his mind -
Han Li was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Shen Kong who was standing beside the bed. He hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "By the way... that..."
Shen Kong came to his senses: "Huh?"
Han Li felt a little embarrassed at this time. He took a deep breath, turned his face slightly, and asked in the calmest voice possible: "Do you want to go to my house tomorrow?"
Perhaps he was harboring evil intentions. As soon as he blurted out his words, Han Li realized the ambiguity in his words and quickly explained:
"Well, that, that is, actually the venue where I am is relatively spacious and more suitable for-"
Halfway through, Han Li hurriedly changed his words and explained in a panic: "Wait, I don't mean to dislike this place..."
Shen Kong burst into laughter.
Han Li's cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot. He lowered his head and began to seriously think about whether his brain was burned out when he had a fever.
Shen Kong lowered his head and looked at the watch on his wrist: it was almost three o'clock.
He yawned lazily and decided to make a quick decision: "Okay, let's do it after school tomorrow."
Han Li pursed his lips and involuntarily raised a slight arc. The tension and lethargy just now seemed to be eliminated in an instant.
Shen Kong turned around and walked into the room, turning off the lights in the living room.
The room was shrouded in darkness, night falling heavily in the gaps between the walls.
Han Li turned on the phone screen, and a short line of black words on the fluorescent blue screen lit up again, stinging his eyeballs.
He subconsciously tightened his fingers and took a deep breath slowly. His mind was no longer as chaotic as when he saw the news. Instead, he was able to sort out the messy thoughts in his heart and truly think about what to do. .
Han Li paused and replied slowly: "I know, I will go there as soon as possible."
Seeing the message sent on the screen, Han Li breathed a sigh of relief, as if a big stone had fallen from his heart.
——Perhaps, after tomorrow, he will finally get the answer he wants.
Whether it was the answer eight years ago or now...
the next day.
When Shen Kong woke up, Han Li had already left.
There was a brief note on the table, with Han Li's handwriting written on it: "The porridge is warm on the fire, and the sandwiches are in the refrigerator."
A small smiley face symbol and a small arrow symbolizing turning pages are also drawn at the end.
Shen Kong followed the prompt and turned over the note, only to see a two-line brief message written on the back: "I have something urgent to do today. I have asked for leave. I will see you after school in the afternoon."
Sure enough, as the note said, Han Li did not come to school all day today, and other people in the school had already become accustomed to his whereabouts. He felt more comfortable no longer coming to school every day.
When class was about to end, Shen Kong's cell phone received a message from Han Li:
"Sorry, there are a lot of things today. I'm afraid I won't be able to get back to school in time. I'll have someone drive to pick you up at the school gate. Meet you at my house later."
Shen Kong didn't pay much attention and simply replied "Yeah".
Han Li, who was sitting in the car, lowered his eyes and stared at the short characters on the screen of his mobile phone, with a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes.
He turned off the screen of his mobile phone, turned to look at the sea of people and traffic passing by outside the car window, and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose tiredly.
After that casino was shut down, his decision-making was urgently needed for the follow-up and conclusion of some cooperation projects, including the annexation and integration of some areas there - after all, there is now a new power vacuum there, which is expansion and invasion. good time.
Since leaving Cheng Chen's house this morning, Han Li has been busy non-stop until now, and finally found the opportunity to see his old friend.
The car stopped slowly, and the person outside opened the door for him.
The blue and white sign of the sanatorium was gilded by the setting sun, and in the quiet courtyard the only sound that could be heard was the gentle breeze stirring the grass and trees.
Han Li took the folder handed by the person next to him and followed the leader into the nursing home.
He skimmed through its contents on the way.
The kidnapper's name is Zhou He. He is thirty-nine years old. He worked for Blackwater Company for a year. After returning to China, he joined an illegal mercenary organization. He is ruthless and specializes in dirty work. In the accident eight years ago, After that, he disappeared. It was not until an ordinary traffic accident last month that his true identity was finally determined. However, because he is still injured, he is currently being held in a nursing home and is waiting for the number of injuries before he is officially admitted to prison.
Han Li's eyes stayed on that photo for a long time.
It is indeed this face.
But I don't know why, it always gives him a strange sense of dissonance, as if... something is different from what he remembers.
He stared at the closed ward in front of him, took a deep breath slowly, opened the door and walked in.