Chapter 980: Fragments of Memory

Ning Zhiyuan: "Okay, when I receive the inhibitory medicine, I will also study its ingredients as soon as possible." In addition, I posted this poisoning case on the medical forum, and a doctor in Melbourne replied that he had admitted a patient, exactly the same situation as I said, I went to Melbourne, the patient has been poisoned for more than three months, and it is no different from ordinary people in normal times, and it is especially painful when the poison occurs, and it is also poisoned once every three days, and the patient has committed suicide several times in a row during the poison attack, and has been rescued by medical staff. ”

The more Gu Chengxiao listened, the heavier his mood became, this poison was much more serious than what Zhuo Zhuo said, and it was much more serious than he imagined.

Ning Zhiyuan: "You must have heard of the poisoned boss, it is Mr. Oliver." ”

Gu Chengxiao and Gu Nanhe once had a meeting with Mr. Oliver at a business forum, he is a very famous and successful person in the business world, his way of doing business is quite legendary, and he is often talked about by younger generations.

Mr. Oliver's family ranks first in the list of Australia's richest people in terms of total wealth, and at the same time, Mr. Oliver is also Lin Xu's mentor and friend.

Such a super-rich man was also poisoned by snakes.

In other words, Zhuoli has worked closely with certain doctors in many hospitals around the world, trying to poison those who have money, and use it for experiments while earning sky-high medical fees.

For these super-rich, money is not a problem at all, it is the problem that can cure the disease.

Gu Chengxiao: "How many cases have died because of this poison?" ”

Ning Zhiyuan: "Incomplete statistics, there have been 15 deaths in similar situations, and all of them are billionaires, but this poison is too rare, and the hospital cannot confirm that it is poisoned." ”

Gu Chengxiao: "You continue to follow up, the inhibitory medicine will arrive in about two days tomorrow, and I will send it urgently." ”

Ning Zhiyuan: "Yes, I'll pay attention." ”

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There has been no substantial progress on Gu Chengxiao's side, and on the excellent side, he is even more at a loss.

Because the local police did not have enough evidence to prove that Fu Baixue's disappearance was related to Zhuo Zhuo, after being grounded for a period of time, the police withdrew his surveillance and he regained his freedom.

The first thing he did after regaining his freedom was to pay homage to his grandfather and mother, as well as to the many villagers who had died innocently.

Christmas Eve was their death day, but he couldn't come back to worship that day, and after he came back, he was involved in Fu Baixue's disappearance, and was grounded and monitored to this day.

This familiar road carries the memories of his childhood, many beautiful fragments he can't remember clearly, and what impresses him is all the crazy killing of the village tribe by the old regiment organization, the innocent and tragic deaths, piled up into mountains, and rivers of blood, every time he thinks about it, he is heartbroken.

There was a "ding" sound, and the mobile phone rang, and he looked down to see that it was a message from Narcissus.

Narcissus rarely sends him messages, and in order not to be suspected by Zhuoli, she will only message him when it is very critical.

- "Skotia is back, I thought he would join us, but I didn't expect him to go straight to Miami, I think he was looking for you, be careful." ”

After reading the message, Zhuo Li immediately deleted it, and Skoka came, okay, he was looking for him.

In front is a dilapidated stone bridge, which leads to the realm of the village.

Because of the horrific massacre 30 years ago, many locals were afraid to enter, and some even called it a "zone of terror full of resentment", and over time, the place was abandoned, and the village is still the same as it was 30 years ago.

There was a small stream under the stone bridge, and Zhuo Zhuo stood at the head of the bridge and looked down, the crystal clear water made a gurgling sound, he remembered this river, and this river was also the only good memory he had.

That year, when he was six years old, his mother took him back to his hometown to visit relatives, and his grandfather took the villagers to welcome them by the stream, singing and dancing, which was very lively.

On the other side of the creek is a wide field with green crops that the villagers rely on for their livelihood.

Grandpa stood in the middle of the stone bridge, bent down to pick up the little one, and said affectionately, "Young man, you have grown a lot taller and heavier."

It was one of the few memories of my grandfather, and it was also one of the few beautiful fragments.

Now, he is standing at the head of the bridge, the sky is still so blue, and the stream is still flowing happily, but his grandfather is long gone, and the fertile fields opposite are all deserted.

After that incident, he had a fever for several days and woke up with amnesia, he couldn't remember who he was.

It was that amnesia that allowed him to live like a normal child and grow up well.

When he was sixteen years old, God gave him back his memory, and from that time on, he began to hate everything around him, hated Zhuoli, and hated Lao Tuan even more, it was they who ruined the whole village, and he would never forget the number 233, and all 233 innocent villagers in the village died at the mouth of their guns.

The further I went, the heavier my mood became, the cool breeze whistled past my ears, and the weeds, taller than people, were bent over by the wind, rubbing against each other and making a sound of rubbing against each other, the sound seemed to be a man crying, and it was like a group of people wailing.

At this moment, there was a sudden alternative sound in the grass, which was clearly different from the sound of rubbing, and the sensitive Excellency immediately stopped moving forward and looked back.

As soon as he stopped, the sound was gone, and he continued to take a few more steps, and the sound came again.

"Come out, Scotya." He shouted into the thick grass, "I know you're coming, don't you really want to kill me?" Come out. ”

After speaking, there was a commotion in the grass, clumps of weeds fell because they were trampled on, and Skocia walked out with a sniper step on his shoulder.

Skokia, who has just successfully completed an assassination mission, is full of self-confidence and looks like he is bound to win.

Excellence: "Skotta, the sand star is dying. ”

Skokia's facial expression was obviously stunned, and his arrogant face was obviously restrained, after all, they were brothers who grew up together, and no matter how cold-blooded he was, he would be touched.

"I know of course you don't care, you didn't bear to attack us in the slightest, how can you think of brotherhood now?" Excellence saw an additional scar of about five centimeters on Skokia's cheek, "Was it cut by a knife?" It seems that your business has deteriorated, and you have been cut in the face. ”

Skocia finally stopped being silent and said, "My business has not degraded, can you try it?" ”