197. Two Chinese died

Ning Boyuan grasped the test sheet in his palm, his palms were sweaty, and his facial features were distorted because of the overly serious expression.

There was no one left, and no one answered the phone. Now it is the third family, Teacher Wang Zhiyuan's family, that is, Wang Yuwei's father, although there is no answer, but Ning Boyuan still wants to try his luck, this community, except for the old people of the first two families, Teacher Wang is a very authoritative person. Wang Yuwei's child is really pitiful, he is demented, but his father's body suddenly suffered from such a condition, and he really doesn't know what to do next.

In essence, Nimbo is far from being an easy-going, caring person. Ning Boyuan has always had the attitude of a bystander to this community, he is indirectly a scholar, and the more he reads, the more he feels that the so-called nostalgia for compatriots and the like is just an ordinary word, which cannot arouse his inner enthusiasm. It's just that for some people in the community, he still thinks that he can get along with each other - people who help each other. There isn't much of a common language, but after all, humans are social animals.

It wasn't until after his daughter disappeared that he saw those old people anxiously entrusting various connections to find him; Women who were as old as themselves came every day to comfort their wives, who washed their faces with tears; The young men who were in a hurry took up the weapons they usually used to bully their neighbors and joined the search team. They are all unrelated to themselves, and the reason why they are willing to do this is because they are compatriots, the same kind with black eyes, black hair and yellow skin. Or they have had conflicts and grievances with each other, and even fought when they were young, but once something happened, everyone gave up their prejudices.

At this time, he knew the meaning of homesickness and compatriots.

But why did things turn out this way? Peaceful communities are no more, and people are falling ill one after another. It is said that someone poisoned the water plant, but the water plant has been cleaned up by the government. So where exactly does the problem arise?

Holding the examination report of the Bogotá Hospital and the Barranquilla Hospital at the same time, Ning Boyuan's doubts in his heart became bigger and bigger, and his facial expression became more and more serious. This is a big deal, and I don't know if it has something to do with that Mo Lei.

The midday sun is still blazing, but the mountain breeze is cool. The quiet side where Mr. Wang lived, most of the family owners had gone to the plantation, and the harvest season had arrived, and most of the people in the community during the day were old, weak, sick and disabled, except for the hired security guards with old weapons. Even idle young people will participate in the work under the strict orders of their parents and elders.

It's a good habit. Ning Boyuan thought, when he was young, why did he like to work against his father?

He walked along the path between the lawns and walked towards the gate of Teacher Wang Zhiyuan's house, a dog pounced on the lawn and rushed towards Ning Boyuan violently, but when he got closer, he stopped abruptly, wagging his tail and looking at the middle-aged man with a stiff waist and a serious expression.

Ning Boyuan bent down and rubbed the dog's head lovingly. The daughter is gone, and the dog is left.

The doorbell echoed in the wide courtyard, and after a long time, when Ning Boyuan couldn't help but press it for the third time, the servant of Wang Zhiyuan's family walked out of the small building in the courtyard, stood on the corridor of the small building and looked out of the courtyard, and asked loudly, with an attitude that he didn't like Ning Boyuan very much.

"Teacher Wang is not at home, and Wang Yuwei is not at home. What do you want? ”

"Huh? Where did Mr. Wang go? ”

"How would I know? If you have something, I'll tell you. The servant walked down the steps of the cloister and walked along the corridor to the gate of the wall. The chubby face was covered with sweat, and the bib hanging on his body was cleanly washed and the color was very bright.

"Then I'll come back later." Ning Boyuan grabbed the brown paper envelope in his hand, feeling that it was definitely a mistake to hand this thing over to the woman in front of him.

"It's up to you."

The servant spread out his broad palms and stared at Ning Boyuan innocently. A middle-aged manor owner who stubbornly maintained his position at home and treated his wife Jian Mei as a second-class citizen, the maid of Wang Zhiyuan's family knew all about these things, and out of sympathy for her fellow women, she had little affection for the man with unkempt hair.

Next to Ning Boyuan's legs, his little dog grinned at the servant and snorted, probably feeling that this woman had no good impression of her master. Ning Boyuan looked down at the puppy, simply possessed and picked up the puppy, and turned to leave.

It's still a dog, even if Wang Yuwei's family doesn't eat less food from this maid, he still recognizes this serious and impersonal master.

Evening had just arrived, and it was getting dark.

The hurricane roared through the narrow streets, down the steep mountains, and whipped up a whirlwind from the valley and rolled along the Caribbean Sea. The fog fell across the mountain, first covering a thin layer, and then enveloping the mountain and expanding outward, enveloping the Chinese community. The drizzle was drizzling and desolate, and the air smelled of damp earth and grass.

In front of the huge white wooden door, the yellow light was like hellfire, illuminating the porch and the badly worn steps in front of the door, which had been crumbling in the wind and rain. A few pieces of clothing swayed in the wind on thin ropes, and the puppy looked out of the screen window, its round eyes full of unease.

Ning Boyuan, who was wearing a yellow oilcloth raincoat, was holding a document packed in a plastic bag and preparing to go out again. Before it rained, he had already made contact with Mr. Wang Zhiyuan. But there are some things that are not clear on the phone, so I still have to meet and hand over the things in my hand to Mr. Wang to see. As for the other two old men, Ning Boyuan planned to visit them too, and when it rained, he just wore a raincoat, which couldn't block people's path.

Turning back and turning off the light on the porch, leaving only the indoor aisle, Ning Boyuan thought about what else he needed to bring? After denying it, he opened the chain deadbolt of the screen door and stopped the puppy who was going to follow him. He also saw the uneasiness in the puppy's eyes, and only subconsciously thought that it was the fear brought on by the storm. The puppy whimpered a few times in his arms, jumped off the floor, and barked at the door. Ning Boyuan turned his head and saw the woman.

The woman was wearing a brown coat, which had been wet by the rain and stuck to her body, looking curvaceous and concave. Her satin-like brown hair was also pressed to her forehead by the rain, and her gray eyes were full of hesitation, eagerness, and excitement. She carried a small bag in her right hand, and grabbed the hem of her clothes with her left hand on her chest, as if it was very cold after being soaked by the rain.

"Mr. Ning." The woman's voice was very soft, and it sounded good, but then she cursed again, "What the fuck I do." ”

This made Ning Boyuan feel even more that this girl was as pyrotechnic as her appearance, and the vigilance in her heart was also relaxed a little.

"May I ask who you are?" Ning Boyuan took a step back to make it easier for the girl to move closer to the porch. The rain was not heavy, but it was urgent, and a chill gradually felt in the air.

"I'm from the Bogotá Electricity Group and I work in the union." The woman took a step towards the porch, a little closer to Nimbo.

Inside the screen door, the puppy barked even more fiercely.

Ning Boyuan turned around and scolded, but the puppy didn't listen to his master and began to scratch the screen door. Ning Boyuan really hoped that his wife Jian Mei would come out to help at this time, but Jian Mei should still be lying on the bed on the second floor, and she would not get up until 12 o'clock in the evening.

The daughter is gone, and the home is broken.

As she spoke, the woman took another half step forward, her high heels slid on the slippery porch, and the woman's body was facing to the right, Ning Boyuan hurriedly reached out to support the woman, and when his hands touched the woman's wet and clinging to the skin's clothes, he could feel the temperature under the clothes. The woman stretched out her left hand, grabbed Ning Boyuan's right arm and pulled it hard before standing firmly.

Ning Boyuan glanced at the woman's hand with some confusion, and then fell to the ground softly.

The woman glanced down at Ning Boyuan's curled body, took a device off her wrist, and put it in her handbag. The device comes with a pair of retractable micro-injection needles. She picked up the plastic bag in Ning Boyuan's hand, quickly pushed open the screen window door, and the puppy suddenly jumped out of the crack in the door and rushed into the rain without a trace.

The woman walked into the corridor indifferently, turned around and dragged the body on the ground in, and adjusted the position of her arms and head so that Ning Boyuan looked like he had fallen down at the door. Then she took out a tissue from her bag and carefully wiped off the parts that Ning Boyuan was in contact with herself, as well as the stagnant water on the floor at the entrance, her movements were very gentle and very quick.

After doing all this, the woman put the tissue in her bag, and without going to the living room and the second floor to check, she stood in the hallway and looked out of the dark outside, and to make sure that there was nothing unusual, she walked out of the hallway and closed the door behind her on the porch.

In the southern part of the Chinese community, at the gate of a European-style building, an elderly man stood angrily. He added a faded sky-blue nightgown to his crumpled white pajamas, his mouth sunken without dentures, his loose skin dull, and his eyes watery and tearful.

Just now, the doorbell rang over and over again, very persistently, and unstoppable to achieve the goal.

"What's the matter?" The old man shouted in a spy, piercing voice, "What are you doing?" ”

He was very awkward in Spain, but he had a terrible temper, and it was like arguing with anyone.

At the door stood a young man in a yellow uniform, wet from the rain, holding a box in his hand. He seemed restless, his weight constantly shifting between his feet.

"God, is it so troublesome to send a courier to your home? I've been standing for a century. The young man was scolding, his face full of impatience, the brim of his hat was soft after being wet by the rain, and the shoulders of his clothes were already soaked.

The old man's expression was confused, this young man was very tall, but he was very young, but these were not to be noticed, but the old man was thinking, who would mail a courier to his home? And it's a box that doesn't look like much. It's a pity that the children are not at home, and they will probably come back later.

"I said, old man, can you call someone who can walk out? It's better to have someone who can write and sign for it. The young man's face was full of impatience, so he almost threw down the package and turned away.

The old man opened the screen door and walked out of the doorway, "Come in, help me put it in the hallway." ”

The young man took a step forward with his nostrils facing to the sky and a sigh of anger, and suddenly his feet slipped, almost throwing the whole person into the old man's badness. The old man was a little angry, and just wanted to open his mouth to scold, but before he could open his mouth, his body went limp.

The rain was heavier, and the wind swept through the mountains.