As the strange man approached, Wind Whisper finally saw the face of the person who came, it turned out to be Thomson, he grinned, muttered something in his mouth, and continued to walk towards Wind Whisper.

Wind whisper wanted to stand up, but his body was like a thousand pounds of burden, and he was firmly paralyzed on the sofa, unable to move. He swayed his body from side to side, his body not moving.

When Thomson came up to him and raised his knife to swing at him, he tried to dodge it.

His gaze was directly opposite that of Thomson, and he glared at the shameless villain, only to find that it was not Thomson, but the wind.

"Why you?" he finally shouted, his arms waving, and he stood up in a rage.

He woke up from his dream!

It turns out that he had a nightmare, and he realizes that Thomson and the wind are both imaginary plots.

Still sitting on the sofa, his hands touched his cheeks and chest from his throat, and he felt the sticky and salty sweat after sweating, and the skin on his chest was soaked in cold sweat, as if it had been soaked in ice water, like a slippery and wet silk cloth.

Feng Zhiyu held on to the armrest of the sofa, straightened up, exhaled a few times, his head was much clearer, he stood up and walked towards the door.

He gently opened the door and walked into the courtyard, where there was no sound except for a few street lamps in the community, which emitted a dim light.

Wind Whisper walked back to the bedroom, turned off the light, lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

When the Wind Whisper woke up, the sunlight was shining through the window glass into the bedroom, and Bai Lotian's voice was coming from downstairs.

Fengzhiyu suddenly jumped off the bed, didn't have time to put on his slippers, put on his pajamas, ran barefoot to the first floor, and said breathlessly:

"Hurry, hurry, Rakuten, find out all the tea leaves!"

Bai Lotian was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Professor Feng's unusual appearance, he looked stunned, he didn't know what was going on, and stood there motionless.

The two of them found all the tea leaves and placed them on the coffee table, and then Professor Feng found a piece of A3 white printer paper and spread it on the other end of the coffee table.

Professor Feng poured out a portion of each tea leaf, put it on the printer paper in order, and gently spread it out, then took out a magnifying glass from the study, and he sat on the sofa, holding the magnifying glass in his right hand, and his body was almost on the coffee table, carefully observing the tea leaves.

Bai Lotian stood beside the coffee table, watching Professor Feng's strange movements, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Well, yes, this is 'Golden Artemisia', I checked it on the Internet, the color, shape and texture are all right, but the amount is relatively small, if you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all. Professor Feng fumbled with the tea leaves in his left hand and muttered to himself.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

"That's what the old Thomson guy told me, and I usually drink tea with a tiny amount of 'Golden Artemisia'. ”

"What is 'Golden Artemisia'?"

Professor Feng raised his head, glanced at Bai Letian, and continued: "'Golden Artemisia' aggravated my asthma and was one of the factors that caused my heart attack, of course, Thomson's 'succinylcholine' played a decisive role. ”

Bai Lotian looked dazed and shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't understand what Professor Feng was saying.

"Forget it, it's too complicated. Professor Feng put down the magnifying glass, crossed his hands, rested them on his chest, and continued: "The tea I usually drink is mixed with trace amounts of 'Golden Artemisia', which has caused my asthma to occur frequently. ”

"What a coincidence. Bai Lotian said.

"What's even more coincidental is that there is no tea in the can of tea that Fengsheng drank. ”

"Is it ......?"

Before Bai Lotian could finish speaking, Professor Feng sighed and took over, "I can't believe it's true, I'd rather think it's just an accident." ”

"Maybe it's an accident. But where does 'Golden Artemisia' come from?"

"In this regard, I know a little, only the southern foothills of the Himalayas have wild 'chrysanthemum'. ”

"Xizang!" Bai Lotian exclaimed. His gaze was exactly opposite that of Professor Feng.

The two didn't speak, their eyes said everything at the moment, and they had a tacit feeling about each other.

"We must get to Xizang as soon as possible!" Professor Feng said, his tone firm and powerful.

"Yes, Professor, I agree!" replied Bai Lotian, his hands clenched into fists, and his voice was loud.