I said goodbye to Xiao Qi, who was cleaning up the house.

In the courtyard again, the queen who was leading Catherine on a mud walk said goodbye, I'm out.

In the end, I gathered around the three of them and said goodbye to the little kid who was in a daze in the sky.

These are the few days of time.

Catherine had already thrown her crutches.

The queen began to teach the Baguazhang she had learned from Xiao Fei and the mud steps.

The national arts, especially the Baguazhang, when practicing, I feel very twisted, and that posture, to put it bluntly, really can't be compared with dance.

How beautiful the dance is.

One action, energetic.

As for the gossip palm, that posture is like a guerrilla stealing a landmine.

That's right, Baguazhang, it's this thief who plays. When practicing, I practiced this thief energy, and I basically found a feeling.

And then I will collect the exercises, and the temperament on my body is better than that of yoga that you have practiced for more than ten years.

As for the three little boys.

I only heard Luroda say, "The gods have locked your brother and sister in the sky, and from now on, you must do what God tells you to do......

OK, it's time for brainwashing! (Don't get me wrong, for people who don't have faith and don't know the height of the sky, it's very important to let them have a faith.) ）

After a round of greetings, I started to pick up the car, start, step on the girder, exert force on both feet, and pedal.

Yes, it's a bike, I bought it in town, it's cheap.

The important thing is convenience, the town is not big and there are not many people driving. A lot of people, like to ride a bike or walk.

Got to the pizzeria first.

I explained my intention, and the clerk was very helpful in helping me pack the pizza.

I put it on the back shelf of my bike, tied it with a small rope, and reached out to say goodbye to the clerk.

Ride your bike and go straight to Francis' house.

to the door.

It's still deserted.

Press intercom.

"Who are you?" There was a hoarse voice inside.

"Mr. Francis, my name is J, and Aunt Emma from town said you wanted a housekeeping service, and I also brought you the pizza you wanted."

"Well, come in."

The big iron door opened.

After riding into the hospital and parking the car, I took my pizza to the door of the building and rang the bell again.

Ding dong!

"Who are you?"

I have a black face, damn, Lao Tzu just came in through the gate, you ask me who I am, you ......

I endure.

I repeated what I was going to say to the old guy in the intercom again.

"Come in!"

The door lock clicked.

I reached out and gently pushed the door open.

The moment the door opened, I ......

If there are biological and chemical weapons in this world, I can guarantee that this is absolutely, a biochemical gas of mass destruction.

Oh, I'll go, that smoker.

Inside the room, it was dark, and an unknown gas was almost visible spilling out.

I rubbed it, it's been how long it hasn't been ventilated.

It's, it's all haze.

I pulled the door open and let the haze go for a while. Feeling a little easier to breathe, I walked into the room.

Just got into the house with both feet.

The door behind him, with a thud, closed again.

It was supposed to be an electric control door, and I turned my head to look at it as little as I could to catch my breath.

It's a hall.

Visually, nearly 100 square meters, there are large sofas, fireplaces, all kinds of statues in the hall, and there are a lot of oil paintings hanging on the walls.

If it weren't for the choking smell that permeated the air, this house would be a standard mansion, no less luxurious than the ancestral home of the big bastard Thomas.

I stood there and glanced around.

"Here it is."

On the couch, someone was talking.

I took a step, moved slightly, and looked up!

Your sister! Vampires!

Why are you a vampire? Let me start by describing the figure on the couch.

The sofa was large, in a big circle, and directly opposite was a high-definition TV of more than 40 inches.

On the TV, it's playing current news and the like.

On the top of the sofa, a pair of young people sat on one side. Visually, he is probably in his twenties.

On the other side sat a bad old man and an old lady.

Four people, their faces were extremely pale, their hair was unkempt, and they were all wearing loose clothes. I looked at it, and the old man was holding a cat in his arms, and he was missing a little finger on his open left hand. Other than that......

I'm going to take a closer look.

The old man spoke: "What do you see, haven't you seen anyone?" Hurry up and put the pizza down and clean up the room. ”

I didn't speak, silently put the pizza on the coffee table.

The old man beckoned.

The family immediately gathered around, and then began to divide the food.

I twisted my head and looked around the room, I sighed, and began to clean up.

The garbage is put together, and then I scrub, clean, mop the floor.

With a mop in my hand, I said to the old man on the couch, "Excuse me, which one is Mr. Francis?" ”

The old man looked up: "I am, what's wrong." ”

I said, "Can you open the window?" I'm going to ventilate the room. ”

Francis looked down and thought for a moment, then looked up and said to his family, let's go to the basement.

The family, with their pizzas in hand, got up and ran in the direction of the basement.

Before leaving, Francis stretched out his hand, pointed at me and said, "Clean up the house, this room is full of dust, all ash, it's almost choking." ”

The old guy was wearing pajamas with wide sleeves, so he reached out, and when he gestured, I could clearly see his arm inside the sleeve.

It was covered with dense needle holes.

This thing, drugging?

I had a suspicion in my mind, and then, waiting until the family was completely in the basement.

I opened one window after another.

The air is circulating, the sunlight is shining in, and the house is suddenly popular.

Big house, it's easier to clean up.

I cleaned up the first floor, walked around room to room, and didn't find anything suspicious.

So, I turned around and went up to the second floor.

The second floor is a family's bedroom, and I cleaned up and still didn't find anything.

Next, go up to the third floor.

As soon as I reached the corner of the stairs on the third floor, I looked down and saw a syringe thrown in the garbage can in the corner, in addition, there were several discarded medicine bottles.

When I picked up the medicine bottle, it was clearly marked with 'medical morphine' in English.

This stuff is a powerful analgesic that is mostly used on the battlefield and in patients with advanced cancer. It is not recommended for ordinary people because it is extremely addictive.

I remained silent, turned my head to look, and saw that there was no probe in the room, so I wrapped the medicine bottle and syringe in waste paper and put them in my pocket.

Start tidying up the room.

The third floor, very empty, there is a large library, which stores a lot of books, and there are several computers, the computers are all on, and it can be seen that they are all online.

I looked around again, and seeing that no one was looking, I turned on my computer and pulled up the browser record.

Glancing at the record, I was startled.

A large row of records showing that the owner of the computer went to a website.

Click on.

According to the website, this is a medical chemistry research institute based in India.

When I saw a pen and paper on the table, I reached out and wrote down the web address, tore it off, and put it in my pocket.

Keep working.

In each room, a number of syringes were found, as well as discarded medicine bottles.

From this, I deduced that the family was suffering from a kind of intense pain, and they had to use this extremely harmful method to get rid of the pain. Also, they're not alone, they've been in contact with the website in India and should be looking for a solution.

In this way, the molecular formula should also be provided by this Indian medical chemical services company. It's just that the gang of people outside, why didn't they catch this clue?

I looked up, glanced at a few computers, and the answer was quickly revealed.

This guy actually installed a hardware physical firewall in the house. (A network device that is expensive and basically difficult to attack and breach.) ）

Putting all these things together, a whole process emerges before my eyes.

The family was suffering from a strange illness and pain, so after collecting enough medical morphine, they moved to this house. Then, he got in touch with a medical god of Ah San, and with the help of the other party, Francis learned that if he wanted to solve his illness, he had to unravel a molecular formula.

Then, he publishes the molecular formula.

Whoever can untie it is qualified to talk to him about the business of the drilling platform.

The process is such a process, as for why he didn't announce the news of the drilling platform. This, estimated Francis, had other plans.

And the top priority is to find that Ah San.

Ah San......

Where are you? Could it be that let me personally go to India?

Wrong!

This Ah San, most likely, also lives in this small town.

This is a bold speculation.

Francis really has a good hand. Ah San is planted outside as a confidant, and then let all parties act for him, and finally, if the molecular formula is cracked, he can use the opportunity of negotiation to let Ah San synthesize the molecular formula first, get it done, and then the whole family will be saved, and then ......

God knows.

I figured out the small doorways hidden in this.

I smiled in my heart, got up, sped up the tidying up, and went up to the fourth floor for a turn.

On the fourth floor is a fitness room, a billiards room, and a flower room dedicated to raising flowers, but now no one takes care of it, and all the flowers in it are dead.

Packed up a big circle and filled a few garbage bags full of things.

I carried it downstairs.

By this time, the sun had gone west, and the light in the room had dimmed again.

I closed the window again and drew the curtains.

At the same time, the door to the basement opened.

Francis came over with a cold face, reached out and took a large wallet, took out two hundred-dollar bills from it, handed them to me, and said, "Don't tell anyone about your tip, you've been in this room, understand?" Otherwise, you won't get a chance to tip next time. ”

I said, "Understood." ”

Francis: "You can go. ”

Open the door and come outside.

I carried the big garbage bags to the yard.

Then, the door behind him slammed shut.

I took the garbage bag to the door. Then, ship again.

By the time I got back to the door with the last bag of trash.

Suddenly, a black van rushed over on a path hidden in the shade of trees.

When the car got closer, the window rolled down: "Hey, BOY, is your garbage for sale?" ”