Qiao Lanxiang stood up silently and poured a glass of water for me, carefully held the cup with a tissue and handed it to me, I raised my neck and drank it, stared at the clock face for a second, and after fifteen minutes, I dialed He Zhiqin's mobile phone number again.

This time I finally took it.

He Zhiqin was panting like a cow on the other end of the phone, and he didn't speak for a while. There were all kinds of chaotic noises, footsteps, swearing, someone telling another person to check what equipment, someone asking if they wanted to report the situation, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on. I couldn't wait to ask, when I suddenly heard Chang Kun's thunderous roar over there, and he was scolding someone who was not doing things well, and he scolded him very badly. The heart that hung in my throat fell to the ground in an instant.

Chang Kun is fine.

He Zhiqin followed the phone but didn't have time to talk to me, he arranged the situation next to him, and then instructed Ding Ping to take Chang Kun back to the ward, and then finally exhaled and picked up the mobile phone and fed it, asking me what was going on so anxiously, one phone call after another.

Apparently he didn't know that I was talking to Chang Kun on the phone when there was a disturbance just now. I told him and asked him what was going on.

He gasped and said unhappily: "An expert on our side suddenly had a nervous attack, destroyed several electrical boxes, injured several people, made a mess of the laboratory and attacked Chang Kun, fortunately, Chang Kun had great strength and was not injured, but his emotions were aroused, and he had to be sent back to the ward immediately to take medicine." ”

I was haunted by the fact that he had just ordered the shooting, and I had to ask him how he could shoot without regard for Chang Kun's life.

He replied angrily: "Miss Su, it's a tranquilizer gun, even if you hit the head, you will be in a coma for a few hours." ”

I was relieved, and at the same time, I became more and more fond of the unfamiliar voice that didn't listen to his orders for the first time, because it might hit Chang Kun, and he didn't even dare to open the tranquilizer gun.

There was another wave of footsteps on the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of discussing something, He Zhiqin hurriedly told me to call me again and then hung up, I vaguely heard them just talking about medicinal herbs, and what instruments, it seemed that a person surnamed Chen was also mentioned, but there were too many noises, I didn't hear clearly.

In this way, Jiang Cheng doesn't have to go, anyway, no matter what means are used, it is impossible for me to get the medicine to save Qiao Lanxiang from the cultivation room of the research center.

Suddenly, she couldn't face Qiao Lanxiang, and she didn't even dare to look at her.

I called Xiaohai and asked her how the old man was doing. She said it was a little better than when she was sent to the hospital, but the overall situation was not too optimistic. I told her that I didn't have to go to Jiangcheng, and that I could take care of Qiao Lanxiang at home, and told her to be at ease in the hospital. She was too smart to understand what was going on at once, and asked me if I couldn't get the medicine to save Qiao Lanxiang. I cautiously glanced at Qiao Lanxiang, and casually lowered my voice and told her that I would think of another way.

After hanging up the phone, I began to think of other ways, but what can I do, the underground tombs in Chenjiawu are really flooded, and if I can dive down, the people in the research center will already dive down, and I will definitely not be willing to give up if I can't do it. Listening to Chang Kun's tone, the possibility of taking the medicine out of the research center is zero, so what else can be done?

It seems that there is really no way.

Suddenly, I thought of the photo that Dai Furong showed me before, the photo of Luo Yingcao taken at the scene of the murder of the "oil painting case" in Liangbao City a few years ago, and I concluded that there must be a special herb cultivation room next to the warehouse or underground. Although it has long been transformed into a high-rise building now, it can be believed that Su Mosen and their team have spare cultivation rooms and experimental sites in other places besides Chenjiawu, and the most certain thing now is Beipaigou.

The note that Xiaohai found had two addresses on it, Chenjiawu in Jiangcheng and Beipaigou in Qianzhou.

Therefore, it is imperative to find the specific location of the north drainage ditch.

I immediately got up and went upstairs, and went into the study to study the materials that Chang Kun gave me that were related to Chen Jiawu, thinking that maybe I could find some clues from them.

I looked inside for more than ten hours, and I didn't see any information about Beipaigou, but I found another situation that had been ignored before.

I found that there were a few photos in the file, which were rubbings, and the stick figure-like graphics on them were obviously in a series with the symbols on the inside of my bracelet and on the bottom plate of the mezzanine of the box in Xiaohai's house. Judging from the text description, these rubbings are from the front of the sarcophagus of the underground tomb in Chenjiawu, and each sarcophagus is engraved with symbols, some are single symbols, some are two, and some are three. Experts in the field of symbols in the research center have proposed that these symbols are a disguised digital representation, and have been studying this direction for a long time, but no clear conclusion has been reached.

I carefully traced the pattern on the inside of the bracelet on the white paper, and then lined it up with the rubbings of Chen Jiawu and the graphics from the bottom plate of the box in Xiaohai's hometown a few days ago.

Yes, these symbols are numbers.

The experts' guess was correct, each symbol represented a number, which was used to identify the serial number of the tomb sarcophagus, just because they were not used to going from zero to nine, and there was no reference, so the people at the research center were not able to study the results in the end.

If those symbols are a specific password, then the key to unlocking the password must be on me and Xiaohai.

But because even if I immediately decipher the way that the symbols correspond to the numbers, it doesn't seem to be of much use, and it can't help me find Beipaigou or push the investigation further, so I'm not so anxious, I'll throw it aside first and then look at other materials, and the most anxious thing at the moment is to find clues about Beipaigou or Su Mosen's spare cultivation room set up somewhere else, saving Qiao Lanxiang's life is important, if I really want to see her rot to death, I think I'll go crazy.

But no, nowhere is it.

I didn't sleep all night, when I looked up from the various materials and looked out the window, it was already noon the next day, the rain was pouring outside, I stood up, dizzy, almost fell straight down, held the table steady for a while before slowly recovering, thinking that this day, it was really terrible, one day was sunny and one day was rainy, one day was hot and one day was cold, and I was so messy that I often couldn't figure out the season.

The ancients often said that if the four seasons are not right, the world will be in chaos.

Although I am not superstitious, but when I think about the current situation, I feel a little ominous, and I always feel that something is going to happen, and it is a big event.

Qiao Lanxiang sat by the door and looked at the white rain curtain outside, the thick raindrops smashed on the concrete floor, and it hurt to listen to the sound. She looked at the rain and saw a little smile on her face, as if she was reminiscing about some good old days, and she didn't react when I passed behind her.

I ate something randomly, then made a cup of tea and moved a chair to sit next to Qiao Lanxiang, and asked her how she felt today, whether she had taken medicine, whether she had eaten. She turned her face and smiled at me, and it looked horrible, half of her face was rotten, revealing the white roots of her miserable teeth. I think of the zombie series of movies, she is a living zombie, with thoughts, feelings, consciousness and pain, I can't find the right words to describe such a human tragedy.

She turned her face to look at the rain again and suddenly asked if I could do her a favor. When I heard this tone, I felt a pang of sadness in my heart, and realized that she was going to arrange for her to give her last words in the future.

Really.

She smiled and said calmly: "It's okay for the past two days, the medicine can suppress the pain, but the time to take effect is getting shorter and shorter, and it is estimated that it will not be able to hold it down in two more days." I've been thinking a lot about it at your house for a while, and I think it's boring to go on like this, and it's still dragging you down, so it's better to leave it at that. Can you find me some medicine? Dichlorvos, paraquat, sleeping pills or something, it works, I'm not afraid of dying ugly, anyway, no matter how ugly it is, it can't be more ugly than rotten death. Take the medicine, drive me to a place where no one is around, and I'll just finish it myself, so as not to cause you any trouble. ”

My hands shook uncontrollably, and a sip of undrunk tea spilled outside, splashing on my hands, and I didn't feel it at all.

Qiao Lanxiang was still talking, asking me if I could buy her clothes, not too expensive, just wear them decently. She said that she was old-fashioned, superstitious, and afraid that she would dress too shabby and go to the underworld to be looked down upon by the imps.

I broke her with tears in my eyes, gasping for breath, telling her to stop.

I really can't listen to it.

I stood up and staggered upstairs, saying as I went, "Wait, be patient, I'll find a way to save you, and I'll have to find a way for you to get rid of it." ”

I went back to the study, stood in front of the desk that I had turned upside down, took a deep breath, and told myself that I couldn't mess up, I couldn't mess up, I had to calm down, and I thought carefully about what kind of material would have clues.

There is no doubt that in the research institute called "娏" before the thirties, and later in the subsequent part of Chenjiawu, Uncle Chen was in charge of medicinal herbs, cultivating, planting, researching medicinal properties, etc.

But in the content of our recent investigation, there is no shadow of Uncle Chen at all, I know that he has been dead for many years, but a useful person like him, even if he dies, he should leave something behind, why not?

I flipped through the materials on the table, and there was a huge anger in my heart that I had nowhere to vent, and I was so distressed that my whole body hurt.