Lin Chen didn't know how much "consultation fee" the criminal servant had paid, but the amount that could support Duan Wanshan's wish was probably not a small number.

After hearing such an answer, normal people will probably ask him "Where did you get so much money", while ordinary couples and couples may also ask each other "Have you spent so much money with my consent".

But Lin Chen thought that he and Xing Conglian were destined not to be like this. Speaking of which, it is a ridiculous thing in itself that he does not know the exact origin, experience and life of the Torture Conglian, but he falls in love with this person and decides to be with him, but ...... Lin Chen turned his head to look at the man who was already sleeping soundly in the narrow sofa bed on the side of the cabin - the matter of love itself is quite ridiculous.

Probably after thinking about such things very boringly, Lin Chen also fell into a deep sleep.

……

Huaguo, Hongjing.

Dr. Stancom, who is in charge of the research and development of new drugs of Zhourui Pharmaceutical, suddenly opened his eyes. He felt as if he had felt a simple discussion about his company in the depths of the rainforest, and suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.

At this moment, he was sitting in the conference room on the 20th floor of Zhourui Pharmaceutical's headquarters, and his ears were filled with fierce quarrels. As the head of the laboratory for the development of the new drug "Nordren", he was urged by more than a dozen phone calls to come to this office to participate in the EIF meeting, but the so-called "discussion" was simply a pure quarrel.

A few days ago, after the death of a key employee in the promotion department, the Food and Drug Administration finally issued a marketing authorization for "Nordlen", but this did not ease the tension within the company at all.

Even if he didn't know exactly what was going on, the gloomy look on the CEO's face said it all.

In short, this should have been an epoch-making new drug that went smoothly, but it always seemed that something was happening behind it. It was like a slender and ruthless chain, tightly wrapped around the neck of each of their insiders.

Dr. Stancom looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds 20 stories in the sky, and for a moment he was thinking about what it would be like to open the glass window and step out, but the glass windows that could only open and close up and down limited his thoughts.

He moved his gaze to his notebook and gently opened it, and the inside page of the notebook was pasted with a picture of his youngest daughter, Si Yu.

He thought carefully about how long it had been since he came to work in Huaguo that he hadn't seen his daughter. For 105 days, this number is likely to continue to increase.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that it was ridiculous to choose to end his life for something that could still be saved. Family is the kind of thing that will always change your whole mind when you don't know it. Stancom pressed the ballpoint pen clipped to his notebook and made up his mind.

When the meeting finally ended, Stancom hugged his notebook, squeezed through the arguing people, gave up the elevator with the rest of the staff, and prepared to walk back to the R&D lab on the 10th floor.

Pharmaceutical companies are always bright and tidy, and even in the safe passage there is a clean smell of disinfectant water, and he himself is very comfortable with such an atmosphere.

He slowly walked down the 20th floor to the 19th floor, when suddenly, he heard a creak from the security door on one of the floors.

I don't know if it's because of the anxiety that accompanies the launch of new drugs recently or for other reasons, he always feels that someone has walked into this safe passage in a trance.

For this reason, he deliberately stopped and listened carefully for a moment, but there were no footsteps, neither above nor below the stairway.

He pretended to step down two floors, his shoes rubbing against the floor tiles, making a very clear sound.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of leather shoes hitting the ground above his head, once, twice, which was terrifying.

As if he had made up his mind, Dr. Stancom grabbed his phone, pressed his finger on the alarm button, he grabbed the railing, turned around and walked up, and what was even more strange was that the footsteps upstairs actually stopped very tacitly.

The Doctor himself swallowed nervously, and after thinking about it, he mustered up the courage to continue walking upstairs.

Soon, a slow-moving mop appeared in his field of vision, along with the cleaner's black rubber boots.

At that moment, he even had a sense of escape, and he closed his eyes lightly and let out a long sigh.

……

When Lin Chen woke up and opened his eyes, the time had already reached the morning of the next day.

The sky outside the window was bright, the sky was blue like glass about to melt, thin and transparent, he subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, but the torturer Lian leaned down, put his hand on his forehead, and said with a smile: "So you want me to sleep with you, can you get rid of the fever quickly?" ”

Lin Chen lazily held the palm of the torture conglian and kissed it, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the conglian was already dressed neatly and even his beard had been shaved clean, he was a little surprised: "Arrived?" ”

"Here we are."

"Why don't you call me?"

"Farewell to the Gao Meng people, how can it be as important as your sleep."

"Why are you so cute?" Lin Chen said with a smile.

"I'm serious, after all, watching you sleep is better for me than sitting and watching a hundred Hollywood classics."

It was really fun for the torturer to get sweet, Lin Chen sat up and didn't disrupt his rhythm: "How can we go back?" He asked.

"Although I was originally going to take a January trip around the Atlantic that would definitely not take the dynasty, given your physical condition and the things we have to deal with back home, we can only fly." There was an expression of obvious regret on his face.

Lin Chen let out a long sigh: "Please don't seduce me with these extravagant trips, we police workers can't have such a long vacation." ”

"Then we can only go home, Advisor Lin ......" When the sentence Conglian said the words "go home", Lin Chen felt very comfortable and good.

He nodded, and just wanted to say something, but saw a set of clean clothes from the convict Lian handed over from nowhere, and heard the other party ask meaningfully, "Do you want to take a shower again?" ”

In the past, they also carried out some friendly and harmonious double bathing activities on the ship, mainly because his wounds could not touch the water, and the torture servant company helped a little, but now it seems that it is not appropriate to take a bath again at this moment.

Lin Chen looked at each other and said, "It's not very good, is anyone waiting?" ”

"It's just me." Xing Conglian said without hesitation.

Lin Chen looked at each other suspiciously, then looked out the window, and from his perspective, he could see a clear harbor, blue skies and white clouds completely different from the rainforest scene, and a long coastline. The port of Cagazi is located at the mouth of the sea on the west side of the Dana River, and the actual control is in the hands of the US imperialists, which is also the end point of their rainforest escape.

There are cruise ships, containers, and occasional helicopters that take off and land, and it feels like you've finally stepped into the modern world from the age of barbarism. But modern society is not necessarily a good thing, because there are also warships and soldiers who guard the harbor.

Lin Chen finally rejected Xing Conglian's proposal to take a bath. The convict closed the curtain and closed the door to help him change his clothes and pants. Of course, the process was a bit long, and after the change, both of them were a little out of breath.

They walked out of the ferry side by side, and the sea breeze and bright sunshine hit their faces, as if they could wash away the gloom of the rainforest.

There was no trace of Gao Mengren in the cabin, and the bloodstains from yesterday had been swept away, and Duanyang was standing on the dock, with his hands in his pockets, alone.

The two subordinates named Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were squatting on the pier with the dynasty and watching the seagulls, Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, and sure enough, no one was waiting for it was a joke.

"The others sent Gao Mengren away, and I will let them stay here with Duanyang until the matter is resolved." The torturer whispered in his ear.

He actually didn't have anything to worry about what the criminal servant had arranged.

Duanyang walked towards them, he seemed to have experienced some thought, and slowly spoke: "Consultant Lin, Mr. Xing......"

Lin Chen nodded.

In fact, during the time when he didn't fall asleep last night, during his fugitive life along the way, he also thought about what to say when he and Duanyang said goodbye. After all, the two of them had also shared life and death together, but when it was time to say goodbye, he suddenly couldn't say anything long. Looking at the young man's hair, which was slightly longer than Bancun, and looking at his firm and flat expression, Lin Chen suddenly realized that the current Duanyang was no longer the young man who needed him to keep instilling chicken soup to have firm beliefs.

Growing up is so painful, but people will always grow.

Lin Chen stretched out his hand to Duanyang: "We will meet again." ”

Duanyang opened his mouth, there were a thousand words in his expression, and finally he just stretched out his hand, shook it with him, and said, "Goodbye." ”

……

Huaguo, Hongjing.

The climate has come to a very unstable time every year, with heavy rain one moment and sunny skies in the blink of an eye.

After a long day of thinking, Stancom finally made a complete plan.

He sat in his office, somewhat nervously pressing the ballpoint pen.

It was 18:30 in the evening, most of the employees had left work, and the lights had been turned off in the big office outside. His personal secretary knocked on his office door more than half an hour earlier and asked if he needed to order a working meal for him. He was pretending to sort through the papers on his desk and rejected the offer on the grounds that he was about to finish his work.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Stancom sat in his office, trying to appear busy.

It wasn't until the last person in the outside turned off the lights and left that he instantly stopped all the movements in his hands.

He stared outside for a moment, and with a very quick movement, he opened the second drawer in the office, and a small USB flash drive was placed squarely inside.

He gently moved the computer mouse, and the computer screen lit up.

……

Lin Chen leaned in the soft cabin seat, this kind of flight across the ten zones was too easy to confuse people's biological clocks.

In a trance, he could feel that the torturer had covered him with a blanket, and in addition to the sound of the engine, there was only the snoring of the little comrades of the dynasty.

Lin Chen opened his eyes slightly, although it seemed that he had slept all night, it was still daylight outside the window. He wrapped the blanket tightly, and the torturer reached out habitually to touch his forehead, probing his temperature, he rolled over and woke up.

On the table on the other side of Xing Conglian was a cup of coffee that looked extremely bitter, and on the table was Wang Dynasty's laptop, and the computer screen was still on, and from his angle, he could only see a white light.

"Woke you up?" Xing Conglian withdrew his hand and said gently.

In his sleep just now, he thought that he was still in the bottom compartment of the small fishing boat that was dim and did not see the light of day, and the smell of fish mixed with the smell of the middle-aged man's corpse made people chill, probably because he subconsciously curled up his body, and the torturer would cover him with another blanket.

Lin Chen's gaze gradually cleared, and to his surprise, when he thought of the small fishing boat and the middle-aged man, he actually saw the black ring that was taken away by the other party on the table of the torture company.

Previously, he used some technical means to make the criminal conglian give up pursuing him, why he made an unintentional mistake to put this iron ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and now seeing this thing appear again, he couldn't help but have a headache, and then asked in a businesslike tone: "Did you find out anything?" ”

Although he didn't specify the exact target, as if he had a clear heart, he pinched the ring and spun it around for half a circle, and replied, "You guessed it right, this is indeed a locator." ”

"Can you find out the issuing unit?"

"It's hard, but it's hard to get a private thing, it should be a public thing. After returning home, the dynasty should have a way to find out. ”

Lin Chen looked back at the young man who was sleeping on his back in his seat, and thought of Xing Conglian: "Duanyang told you the whole story of our kidnapping?" ”

"I've said it."

"Including the origin of this ring?"

"Got it." The torturer glanced at him, then continued to stare at the ring, "This kind of thing will happen to you no matter how you are tied up." ”

"So what do you think the dead middle-aged man is looking for? Drugs, human traffickers, or something else? Lin Chen paused and continued, "Is the incident he investigated related to Zhou Rui Pharmaceutical?" As he spoke, he felt as if he had become Duanyang.

"Advisor Lin." Xing Conglian reluctantly turned his head to look at him.

"Yes."

"Have you noticed that you entered the investigation state too quickly?"

Lin Chen looked at the vast sea outside the window and said frankly: "Maybe it's because I had a not too good dream just now." ”

……

The climate on the sea is cloudy and sunny, but the entire Hongjing City is shrouded in a brilliant summer sun.

Stancom lowered the brim of his hat, wrapped his coat tightly, and slowly walked into the grand park.

Probably because his outfit looked so out of place, the staff at the security check at the door looked at him twice, and even used a metal scanner to scan him twice.

Stancom coughed lightly.

"Sir, are you not well?" The staff asked.

"You have to go on a date even if you're not well, don't you?" Mr. Stancom replied with a smile.

This grand playground has been built for about 20 years and the furnishings are old. The city itself is so cozy that there aren't too crazy sights in the amusement parks. Townspeople conventionally think that a merry-go-round, a less intense roller coaster, or even a pirate ship that squeaks a little bit.

Today, Sunday is summer vacation, and there are more visitors to the park than usual, mainly parents with children. The children held the claw machine bookstore, their faces were bright, and they were chattering, which made Stancom feel like he was back in his youth.

A violin song that he couldn't name was playing on the park radio.

Walking in the sun, people always feel that the dirty haze has evaporated from the pores, and Stancom gradually loosens the tightly wrapped clothes, and relaxes a little. Instead of buying a claw machine bookstore, he spent ten dollars on a bottle of Coke. Junk food and the smiles of teenagers and girls can soothe the soul.

Not far away, in the meadows by the lake, gray and white pigeons are pacing the thick green lawn, and balloon vendors are peddling red balloons to a pair of adorable twins. There were countless colorful balloons tied to the stalls behind him, and there were many people around the vendors - there was no child who didn't like balloons. After successfully selling the two red balloons, many parents around him also handed over money. For a while, balloons of various colors were pulled by the children and floated out in piles, which looked very cute.

Stancom laughed, and he rounded the merry-go-round, and the violin music became light. The music was always so infectious, and he paced down the bridge with small steps. As far as the eye can see, there are crowds of people all around, and the magic show on the water stage is about to start not far away. It was only when he walked into this place that he couldn't advance or retreat that he secretly regretted his choice just now.

There were crowds of human heads in front of and behind him, many of them with balloons of different colors floating above their heads, and what had looked cute before was now inexplicably nervous. He clenched his fists and defended the flow of people, vigilantly observing the road in front of him.

Going straight is the safest way, but there are too many people; The alley on the left looks very gloomy, but it is a shortcut; To the right, you will need to take a long detour to reach your destination. He looked up at the spire of the European-style complex in the distance, pinched the Coke bottle in his hand, and turned to the right.

In the retrograde, the oncoming people are like hard stones, and even the child who has just crossed his knees can give him enough force to impact. Every time he rubbed his shoulders and bumped into his elbows, his heart tightened a little, and the Coke bottle was pinched and deformed, and the liquid inside was foaming brown, and it seemed to be about to erupt at any moment.

Stancom was hit by people in a row, and for some reason, more and more people came from the right, and he was almost pushed in the direction he came from by the crowd against the current, so he could only protect his hands on his chest and try to make himself walk faster. In order to avoid the oncoming tall man holding the child, he squeezed to the side, but stepped on the schoolgirl's leather shoes. The girl screamed, and he had to apologize in a whisper: "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, can you let it go." ”

The mix of stereos and noise in the air was so loud that the girl didn't hear him, and no one around even noticed him.

Stancom finally avoided the well-built man, and breathed a sigh of relief, the turbid air had not yet been inhaled in his mouth, and his pupils shrank sharply, as if he had seen something. Colorful balloons floated in front of his eyes, plastic sheets gently colliding.

Then, he felt something.

The sound of the piano crossed a high note and then fell sharply, and the fountain in the distance splashed white waves.

It was a not too long but thin knife, the tip of which pierced his clothes and skin, and the blade stabbed into his internal organs, churned a little, and then quickly pulled out. The hand holding the knife suddenly let go of the hilt, and the blade seemed to be attracted by some kind of suction, and suddenly retracted into the sleeve of the assailant.

All the changes are only between the lightning and the flint.

Parents with their children in their arms, young boys and girls who came out to hang out, and old people who came out with their grandchildren to play continued their steps. No one noticed that Dr. Stancon, who was in the crowd, slowly fell to the ground next to a sign that read "Crowded, please be safe" next to his ribs.

The sun was still shining on the grass, the violin music was light and beautiful again after □□, and the crowd of people finally passed through the narrow area of the covered bridge.

On the path by the lake, a man in a dark blue coat slowly took out a small black bag from his sleeve and tied it firmly with three balloon ropes in his hand.

The balloon floated into the blue sky with the bag, and he looked up and watched the hydrogen balloon fly into the sky before he heard the frightened screams of people in the distance behind him.

He didn't look back, slightly rolled up some of his bloody cuffs, and straightened his dark blue coat.

Ten paces away from him stood a little boy of about five or six years old. The little guy is too fat, and the T-shirt on his body has been pulled out of a few grooves, like a fat doll made of lotus root. The fat baby's big black eyes stared at the last balloon in his hand.

The man walked up to the fat baby, tied the rope of the last balloon around his lotus-like wrist, and rubbed the child's soft hair. Maybe it felt very good, and he snorted with a little laughter. 166 Reading Network