14 December 2008, Seattle, USA. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a maternity ward at the northwest-hospital-medical-center, Li Xiang lies frail on the bed, looking sideways at the nurse's push in a mobile nursery.

Li Xiang's child was born four weeks prematurely and was a girl.

Looking at the young life in the nursery box, Li Xiang's eyes were full of pity, and then she suddenly burst into tears.

The premature birth of the child is related to Li Xiang's bad mood, and the bad mood is related to the lack of a loved one around during the whole pregnancy.

Moreover, in Li Xiang's heart, the worry of being extinguished has not been eliminated, and this worry has gradually amplified with the emotional sensitivity of the late pregnancy. A week before the child was born, Li Xiang even doubted that the child in her belly would have her own amulet.

After searching on the Internet for a few months, Li Xiang has clearly realized what kind of whirlpool of right and wrong she is involved in, empathy, and it is undoubtedly the best policy to kill her, as for the child, it may be that Yu is unbearable, or it may be that the man surnamed Yu has any promise to her boyfriend Li Bing, after all, it is easy to make a newborn baby incognito, and it is also more obedient and easier to control.

Thinking of the man surnamed Yu, Li Xiang was even more worried, she knew that the news of her birth must have passed, so next, it was the moment when fate was pronounced - the man surnamed Yu came to see him, which meant that what he promised before might be true. If you don't come, then you are in danger, and you have to find a way to save yourself as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Li Xiang's eyes moved away from the nursery box, and her gaze began to wander between the door, bathroom, and window.

When Li Xiang was preparing a self-help plan for herself, she boarded a direct flight to Seattle at Yanjing International Airport today.

If it is other urgent matters, Yu can apply for the Gulfstream G550 with Bian Xuedao today, but seeing Li Xiang, a sensitive person, it is obviously inappropriate to use an eye-catching private jet.

Three hours before boarding, Yu used a new mobile phone to talk to Liu Xingjian on the phone today, and asked Liu Xingjian to make corresponding arrangements in the United States.

Twelve hours later, Yu's flight landed smoothly at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport.

Yu Jin sat in first class, and there was a short-haired woman in her 30s sitting next to him, and after getting on the plane, the woman took off her coat, and inside was a long red sweater, and her figure was quite good.

Yu Jin visually observed that the woman was a professional elite, because since she got on the plane, the short-haired woman began to look at a stack of documents in her briefcase, Yu Jin was embarrassed to stare at it, but occasionally glanced at it, and felt that the woman was looking at a merger and acquisition case.

An hour after the plane took off, the woman made a 10-minute call from the plane's satellite phone, which confirmed Yu's suspicion that the woman with a Cantonese accent was the manager of a company.

The woman looks good, but the face of the person is not allowed to enter, so there is no communication with her throughout the whole process, bored halfway, lying on the chair and sleeping.

Behind the two sat an Asian man of medium stature and ordinary appearance in the middle row of the economy class. The man looked to be in his early 40s, with broad shoulders, large knuckles, and a loyal and honest face.

When leaving the country, the man handed his passport and I-94 card to the immigration window, and the passport was printed with the man's name - Qian Yu.

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No one came to the airport to pick me up.

Walking out of the airport, Yu Jin made a phone call, and two minutes later, a black GMC-Yukon stopped in front of Jin, said a few words to the driver in the car, and opened the door to get into the car.

After the GMC-Yukon started, a silver-white Toyota started up and followed Yukon unhurriedly.

At the same time, Qian Yu, who walked out of the airport gate, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

After the electromagnetic waves were emitted, the mobile phone in an RV parked at the intersection outside the airport hall vibrate.

In the RV, a man wearing a warm hat put down the monocular in his hand and picked up his mobile phone.

"Check the license plate of the car and see where it belongs. Qian Yu said as he walked.

The man in the RV looked at the laptop in front of him and said, "I have checked, the car is rented, and the registration information shows that it was rented by an American named Bob." ”

"I see. ”

Hanging up the phone, Qian Yu walked to a public phone booth, beckoned, and a taxi drove over and stopped in front of Qian Yu.

Glancing at the Asian male driver in his 50s in the car, Qian Yu opened the door and got into the car.

After the taxi drove for a while, the male driver with a kind face said, "I haven't seen each other for some years." ”

Qian Yu seemed to smile: "Yes, it's been six years." ”

The male driver asked, "How long will you stay this time?"

Qian Yu looked at his watch and said, "It depends." ”

The male driver glanced up at the money fly in the rearview mirror, stopped talking, didn't ask the destination, and drove himself.

GMC-Yukon pulled out of Tacoma International Airport for more than 10 minutes and into a small civilian airport parked next to a McDonnell Douglas 530.

After stopping steadily, Yu got out of the car, got into a helicopter, and took off.

Seeing this scene, the Toyota driver who followed behind picked up his mobile phone and pressed the number while observing the painted appearance of the helicopter.

In a taxi.

After saying "um" twice to the phone, Qian Yu put down the phone and whispered to himself: "So cautious, it seems that you are right." ”

McDonnell Douglas 530 helicopter.

A white man with a headset scans his body with a detection device in his hand.

Five seconds later, the detection device flashes red with a rapid "beep-to-to-to" sound.

The white man motioned for Yu Jin not to move, and he fumbled around his clothes a few times to find something that looked like a small round button.

I know this thing today - the miniature location tracker.

The white man continued to scan, and after a few seconds, he made another "toot too" sound, and took off the leather shoe on his left foot.

Watching the white man find another location tracker from the base of his leather shoes, Yu Jin's eyes narrowed. If the previous tracker was put by the woman in red next to him on the plane, then this one in the shoes can only be put by the inner ghost next to him.

Twenty minutes later, McDonnell Douglas 530 landed on a small tarmac.

I got off the plane today, walked into the hangar, and two minutes later, a Ford F150 pulled out of the hangar and down the road in the direction of Seattle.

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Seattle's winters are especially rainy and especially night-packed, and they can be maddening.

It was late at night, and the occasional siren of a police car sounded from far to near and from near to far.

Li Xiang, who was lying on the bed, looked sideways at the water marks on the glass window, and her eyes were full of loneliness.

At this moment, what she thinks about is the scene of the whole family celebrating the New Year together when she was a child, the appearance of her parents when she saw her parents for the last time, the back of the boy at the front table that she secretly liked in middle school, the embarrassment of sitting alone in a high-end Western restaurant and crying while eating after falling out of love, the longing in her eyes when she watched the immigration advertisement with a guitar on her back, the face of the haggard man in the underground passage who was attracted by her song "Lonely Singing" and the little face of her daughter...... Inextricably linked fate, I really don't know whether to curse or praise.

Just then, someone pushed open the door.

Li Xiang turned his head and saw Yu Jin, who was covered in dust.

After glancing at the environment of the room, Yu Jin picked up a chair, sat on the edge of Li Xiang's bed, looked at Li Xiang for a few seconds, and slowly said, "You believe me, I will do my best to protect you...... If you don't believe me, I'll have to be sorry for my brother...... Please don't make me feel guilty about it. (To be continued.) )