Fang Daichuan was in the hospital when he woke up.
The hospital's unique smell of disinfectant and western medicine made him feel nauseous. A strand of hair was stuck in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to brush it away, but felt a slight tingling on the back of his hand during the movement, and only then did he see the infusion stand beside him. He moved, and the place on his chest that was injured by himself had already been bandaged, and the teeth marks on the thighs were all smeared with medicine and a bandage was pasted.
Fang Daichuan couldn't care less about the embarrassment, he sat up abruptly, his face pale.
The nurse in the next bed was startled by him and ran away with the needle. The little nurse nodded and bowed down to say sorry to the patient, and shouted, "He's awake! Come in!"
A large number of people rushed in outside the house.
The policeman in a light blue shirt looked alert and was fully armed. They followed Xiao Zhou and Brother Deng, who had a solemn expression on his face.
"What's going on? Why am I here? Li... What about the others?!" He said anxiously.
A policeman held him down: "Don't get excited, lie down first, and explain what's going on slowly."
"Is there no one else by my side?!" Fang Daichuan raised his hand and was about to pull out the infusion tube, "Where are the others?!"
Brother Deng pressed his hand: "Only you, everyone else is dead."
Fang Daichuan's heart skipped a beat, and he flinched hard.
a week ago.
Xiao Zhou got off the plane, but when he turned around, he received a call from the production team. Fang Daichuan's mobile phone and luggage are all here, and he has no contact with anyone at all.
She waited for Fang Daichuan in Qingdao for a day and a night, sitting in the hotel and really didn't know what to do. In the end, she had no choice but to hide the artist's whereabouts, so she called Brother Deng and called the police.
Although Fang Daichuan is a starlet on the 28th tier, Fang Daichuan is a public figure, and his parents are both in the public security system. The police attached great importance to it, and immediately contacted the airport and called for surveillance.
It turned out that the car that picked up Fang Daichuan was a licensed car. The police followed the license plate and found the abandoned van on the seashore. After further investigation, they found that the car picked up an address prospector in a park opposite the airport. The camera recorded their "picking up" Walking each other's scenes, it doesn't look friendly.
Following the investigation of the social relationship of the seismic surveyor surnamed Chen, the police found strangely that many related personnel, including Mr. Chen's colleagues and former colleagues, all mysteriously disappeared within a day.
Fang Daichuan was separated from these people, and other people were different. The relationship between them was inextricably linked. Starting from that exploration station alone, the police found a small island on the high seas that must pass through Shandong. Layers of clues point to an overseas Chinese named Li Sinian, who is the grandson of Flores, the godfather of the American mafia.
"Li Sinian, a Chinese-American mixed race, has a history of drug abuse. He has been trained by Sino-Ocean Security Company for 13 years. He bought the island through registration with the local government a few years ago. We also called up his treatment records in a North American psychological clinic. , "The policeman in the task force reported to his superiors with a serious face, "This person once suffered from moderate depression and was treated with addictive drugs. He is an out-and-out antisocial personality."
The police found the entry and exit record of the other party entering China. On the projector, a young man with a stern face came out of the airport, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked straight at the camera with his light amber eyes. Then he left quickly and got into a local photo taking car.
All his actions in China became clear. He summoned all the people who were related to that small island and distributed invitation letters. Perhaps out of selfishness for revenge, perhaps because of a guilty conscience, or perhaps because they were attracted or threatened by huge bonuses, these people rushed to Shandong at the same time, and left Chinese territory by helicopter.
The police station did not find out who was hiding behind him. In fact, it was possible to find out to this extent in just seven days, which is what can be done in China. . Li Sinian was indeed responsible for all the actions on the surface. The construction of the island, game settings, decoration and invitations were all directed at Li Sinian.
"Boss, take a look at this." The policeman looked stern and handed over a roll of materials, "We translated the key chapters of Li Sinian's serialized novel on social networking sites, "The Werewolf Game", overnight, please take a look."
The deputy director looked at it at a glance, and his expression changed immediately: "Contact the local government, we must act as soon as possible!"
They dispatched helicopters and warships and rushed to the island to rescue the Chinese hostages. Like all the plots of gangster movies, it was long overdue.
When they arrived, the entire island had been leveled by the volcano. The volcano is still erupting, and the sky is covered by volcanic ash and decaying foam. Their ships cannot approach, and the helicopter can only pull high and circle the island.
After listening to their story, Fang Daichuan just lowered his head and didn't speak.
"We picked you up at a port in Qingdao. You were lying in a small fishing boat tied to the pier. Local fishermen found you and called the police. Now I hope you can cooperate with the police and explain how you got off the island. Escaped? Where are the rest of the hostages on the island?" The policeman turned on the recorder in the ward.
A young doctor knocked on the door of the ward, and walked in with a frown: "If you have something to do, go to the police station and say, how can the patients rest in such a big room with all the crowds?"
Several policemen looked at each other and stalemate for a while, seeing that Fang Daichuan was not cooperating, finally the deputy director winked, and they all retreated, leaving only the deputy director, brother Deng and Xiao Zhou in the room.
"Chuan'er, we little comrades are under a lot of pressure to solve the case, and our tone of voice is not good. Don't take it to heart." The deputy director took a paper cup, went to the corner of the room to get a cup of hot water, handed it to Fang Daichuan, and said in a friendly manner, "I will tell you Parents are familiar with each other, and they can be regarded as watching you grow up, you are a good boy, and I must believe in you."
Fang Daichuan reached out to take the water glass, but did not speak.
The deputy director looked at his face: "But this case is indeed very strange. There are so many people involved inexplicably, and you are the only one who survived. We found this on you," he said, taking out a transparent ziplock bag , throwing it to Fang Daichuan, "I hope you can explain."
Fang Daichuan numbly reached out to take it, and when he looked down, there was a small silver ring in the transparent bag. The ring is plain white, and the inner ring is engraved with the English letters of the alphabet: "L&F".
His eyes blurred instantly, he opened the bag with shaking fingers, and put the small ring on his ring finger: "Where did it come from?" He sniffed.
"I found it in your pocket. I cut your clothes open during your inspection, and it fell out of your trouser pocket." The deputy director sighed, and showed him another photo. It was Li Si In the photo taken out of the airport in Nian, when taking off the sunglasses, the tail ring on the little finger of the right hand is conspicuous, obviously a pair, "Do you know this person? How did you know each other? What role do you play in this game?"
Fang Daichuan looked down at the photo. The man in the photo had a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, with a gloomy and stern expression.
"We are lovers." He looked up at the deputy director, a tear suddenly fell from his left eye, he quickly wiped it with his hand, the infusion needle slipped between his hands, and half a tube of blood flowed back, shocking in a silent place.
"Bullshit!" Before the deputy director said anything, Deng Ge yelled, "What kind of lover do you have? I have the passwords of all your fucking accounts, and I have never seen this person on any of your social software!"
Brother Deng is really in a hurry. Although Fang Daichuan is not his only artist, or even his favorite one, he is the child brought up by his subordinates. He can't eat or sleep for seven days, and his hairline has moved back. Half a centimeter, if it wasn't for Fang Daichuan's injuries and illnesses, he would pounce on him and want to strangle him to death.
"Did you find him?" Fang Daichuan's eyes widened, with a thin layer of water in his eyes, like a lost puppy, which made people feel distressed.
"Our helicopter circled and broadcast the notification several times, but no one responded. The island was full of semi-solidified magma, and the magma was as high as a person on the highest mountain. The house was buried two floors, and it was impossible for anyone to survive. Yes." The deputy director was silent for a while, and answered him like this.