Chapter 131: Mysterious Call

Three o'clock in the afternoon

Tong'an Hospital

Mo Zishu, who was sleeping, was woken up by a shock, and the moment she opened her eyes, she saw Fu Qingyuan, who had been sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, get up to pick up her mobile phone.

"Wait a minute, give it to me." Mo Zishu stopped Fu Qingyuan's movements, the caller ID showed that it was a string of numbers, and it was still unfamiliar, Fu Qingyuan's first reaction must have been to press it, but Mo Zishu saw that the mantissa of the string of numbers was a little familiar.

Although Fu Qingyuan had doubts in his heart, he still handed over the phone to Mo Zishu, and then returned to his place, but finally glanced at the phone number.

The vibration is still continuing, it seems that if Mo Zishu doesn't answer the phone, the call will wait until it hangs up automatically, Mo Zishu looked at the string of numbers, and was more sure of the conjecture in his heart, hesitated for a while or pressed answer.

"Hey." Mo Zishu spoke first, and her tone was a little dry and hoarse.

Fu Qingyuan also got up at this time and walked to the coffee table.

"It's been a long time since I've heard your voice, S, I remember the last time I had a call was ten days ago." The person who answered the phone was a man, and there was a hint of ridicule and uncertainty in his tone.

Mo Zishu didn't answer the man's question, but waited for the man to continue.

"Why don't you speak, S, oh, you must not be convenient now, S, how long have you been away from me to become so stupid?" The person who answered the phone spoke in a gentle tone one second, but the next second he became sharp, with a hint of questioning and ridicule.

"It has nothing to do with you." Mo Zishu said expressionlessly, she can now lie on the hospital bed with her body propped up.

"Hehe, yes, the current S really has nothing to do with us, because the current S is still the original S, and the current S has become Mo Zishu, no, it should have changed back to Mo Zishu, right." The voice on the other end of the line became eerie, accompanied by a low chuckle.

Mo Zishu's dry lips were pursed, the palm holding the phone was clenched, and the knuckles were a little white: "Is there anything wrong with calling me?" ”

"Oh, it's just that I care about some stupid guy who was hit by a car, by the way, what should I call you now, or S or Zishu? Shushu? Well? The tone of the man's voice became more and more sarcastic.

“S。” Mo Zishu said this letter quickly, and then stopped speaking, but his eyes became a little cloudy, as if he had seen something terrifying, and it became more and more dark.

In the ward, not only Fu Qingyuan was staying, but also Jing Chen'an, Mo Huaheng and Bai Yulan were all driven away by Mo Zishu, on the grounds that there were too many people, and she didn't have anything to do now.

The two of them heard Mo Zishu, who was leaning on the hospital bed, say a letter, and they both looked up, with obvious doubts in their eyes.

"Okay, I hope you don't forget, what was the purpose of calling you before." The man's tone was clearly unpleasant at this point.

Mo Zishu could still hear that the person who answered the phone was angry, although the person tried hard to suppress his emotions.

"I remember telling you that I was very busy and didn't have time during this time." The corners of Mo Zishu's mouth provoked a smile, and that smile was stained with a bit of blood.

"Okay, I understand, but it's too late for this to wait until your fishing competition is over." The man said, standing in the dark room with a lighter in his hand.

Mo Zishu heard the sound of a lighter on the other end of the phone, and said with a smile: "I'm a wounded person now, and didn't you plan all this." ”

The voice was cold and sinister, Mo Zishu's eyes fell on his injured leg, and his brows furrowed.

The person on the other end of the phone did not answer Mo Zishu's question in time.

And Fu Qingyuan and Jing Chen'an, who had been secretly eating melons, looked up at Mo Zishu who was answering the phone again, one of their eyes gradually condensed murderous and cold, and the other looked serious.

At this time, Fu Qingyuan and Jing Chen'an both thought of the sentence that Shen Li asked Mo Zishu when he came to the ward last night: "Do you already know who is the person behind you." ’

Could it be that Mo Zishu really knows, but she can't say this person, or even if she says it, the police don't have the ability to arrest that person.

"S, this is just a lesson I taught you, but who knew that man was just an idiot and really wanted to kill you." After a long silence, the man's voice finally came from the other end of the phone again, impatient and angry.

"Hehe, don't say it so nicely, isn't this the result you want." Mo Zishu's eyes were faint, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was also faint and negligible.

"S, once we were the best partners, the most tacit existence, you have to believe me." The man said that at the end, there was a taste of gnashing of teeth.

"That's it, I'll let you know when the mission starts." The man hung up the phone.

He stood in the darkness, and all that remained was the occasional sound of a lighter and the flickering light of the fire, and whenever the faint light of the fire was lit, he could see the gloomy expression of the man's handsome face.

The phone was hung up, and Mo Zishu directly pressed the phone and threw it on the cabinet next to the bed, and then leaned on the bed silently, staring at the white wall in front of him.

Fu Qingyuan walked up to Mo Zishu with a glass of warm water, did not speak, but directly handed the glass to her.

At first, Mo Zishu didn't react, but after realizing it, he remembered to reach out and take the water glass, then handed it to his mouth and took a sip, and then stared at the white wall and was silent.

Fu Qingyuan didn't bother Mo Zishu, turned around and returned to the sofa, sat down with a cold face, and then picked up the magazine on the side and read it.

Mo Zishu was still hanging in the air with the water glass, she was thinking about what the man on the phone said just now: "S, we used to be the best partners and the most tacit existence, you have to believe me." ”

"The best partner, although there is a tacit understanding, must believe in you." Mo Zishu silently recited this sentence in her heart, and there was no expression on her face coldly.

"I don't believe in you anymore, since the death of the dream, my belief is all an illusion, hehe." Mo Zishu gave herself an answer in her heart, then put the water cup on the bedside table, and lay down to rest.

Although Fu Qingyuan was looking at the magazine, the corner of his eye had been watching Mo Zishu's every move, and seeing that Mo Zishu was asleep, he picked up his mobile phone and walked out of the ward.

Jing Chenan glanced at Fu Qingyuan, who was going out, and did not speak.

Walking to the end of the corridor outside the ward, Fu Qingyuan's phone call was connected.

"What's the matter, you still have time to call me." The moment the phone was connected, a voice came.

"Shen Nancheng, help me check my phone number." Fu Qingyuan directly indicated the intention of making a call, he looked at the transparent glass in front of him, and his long figure looked down on the tall floor to bring him a visual impact, one hand in his suit pants, and his body stood as straight as a vigorous green pine.

"Ha, Master Fu, you really regard me as your exclusive personal assistant, why don't you look for him in this matter, isn't he the best at it, otherwise you will find that guy Helian Baimu." Shen Nancheng was suddenly unhappy and complained to Fu Qingyuan.

"This number is not domestic." Fu Qingyuan frowned, and endured the discomfort of being verbose with Shen Nancheng.

"It's not domestic, where is that?" Shen Nancheng wondered.

"If I knew where it was, I wouldn't call you to check, and the phone will be sent to you on WeChat in a while." Fu Qingyuan hung up the phone after saying that.

"Rough." Shen Nancheng, who was hung up on the phone, complained, and within a minute, a string of phone numbers was sent to his WeChat.

"This number, why is it so special." Shen Nancheng clicked on WeChat, looked at the string of numbers, frowned and said, vaguely feeling that something flashed in his mind, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Country S

"Sir, it's time for us to leave for R Island." A man in a black suit appears in front of the man with a couple.

And this man is the person who gave Mo Zishu just now.

"What's the hurry?" The man sat in the boss's chair, still playing with the previous lighter in his hand, the room was not as dark as just now, but the light was not particularly bright, only a lamp on the desk illuminated.

"Sir, this mission, S, are you really coming?" The man in the black suit apparently hesitated at the mention of S before speaking.

The man did not answer his question, but stared at the lighter in his hand, and the meaning of the smile was unknown.

The lighter, which is black all over, has this looming pattern on it, and if you don't look closely, you can't see it, and the letter 'S' is connected along the pattern.

"Let's go, let my senior brother go to country H, he should miss his junior sister." The man got up from the boss's chair and walked straight out the door, his face going from blurry to dark.

"Yes sir." The man in the suit nodded, and quickly followed behind the man.

Half an hour later, the plane from country S to R continent took off, and the man arrived at the airport only five minutes ago, but when he got on the plane, there was no rush and panic caused by the urgency of time.

In first class, there was only the man and his men.

Sitting by the window, the plane is already taking off, and the distance from the ground is getting farther and farther, the realization of the man from the ground to mid-air, has never moved to the interior at a glance, his eyes contain too many emotions, so much that people only feel that the man is unfathomable and dangerous at a glance.

Only the man himself knows what he is thinking, he knows that he said the wrong sentence when he was on the phone with S before, and he regretted it the moment he said it, but there was no way, he, he missed her.

"Dream, if you're still here, you should want me to take S away." There was an extra brandy goblet in front of the man, and his thumb and forefinger pinched the glass and shook it slightly, and he whispered only to him.

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