A week later.

Chekov still did not get through to Chen Ye's phone.

Chen Ye seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no news.

This once made the town vigil suspicious, and the martial arts powerhouses in North America teamed up to kill Chen Ye, deliberately putting on a posture of peace to humiliate Xia Guo.

And yet—

In the end, the vigil determined that Poole was indeed dead, and Chen Ye was also very likely to be dead.

On the eighth day after Chen Ye disappeared, the town vigil came to the Chen family's compound.

The moment he saw Chen Xiurui, the vigil's heart trembled!

Chen Xiurui's hair was gray, his face was sallow, his expression was haggard, there were heavy bags under his eyes, and his eyeballs were covered with bloodshots.

Since Chen Ye went to North America to rescue Qin Miaoyan, Chen Xiurui has not slept well for a day.

"Any news from Ono?"

In the study, Chen Xiurui was the first to speak, his voice hoarse.

The town watchman bowed his head and blamed himself:

"Not yet."

"Did something happen to him?"

Chen Xiurui asked again, his tone very calm.

But that calmness made the vigil feel like a storm was coming!

He raised his head, met Chen Xiurui's sad gaze, and said softly:

"According to our analysis, it is indeed possible that Ono has an accident."

"Whew...... Whew......"

When Chen Xiurui heard the sound, he closed his eyes weakly, only to feel that his heart was like a big hand clutching, and the pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

He looked like a drowning man, his face was pale, he was breathing heavily, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Lao Chen!"

Seeing this, the vigil's face changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward.

Chen Xiurui opened his eyes, shook his head lightly and said:

"I'm fine."

After the words fell, Chen Xiurui stood up, habitually tidied up his uniform, and then picked up the military hat on the table and put it on his head.

The town vigil asked, a little uneasy:

"Lao Chen, are you really okay?"

"It's fine."

"You're going to find him?"

"Hmm!"

Chen Xiurui nodded, and then strode out of the study.

Ten minutes later.

The red flag sedan with a military license plate drove out of the Chen family compound, crossed Chang'an Avenue, and drove into the red-walled compound.

This is the first time in 20 years that Chen Xiurui has taken the initiative to go to the small courtyard of the Red Wall Compound to find Zhao Tuzhi!

Last time, it was Emperor Chen Qing who disappeared!

In the office of the small courtyard, Zhao Tuzhi had already learned the news that Chen Xiurui had come to see him.

Instead of sitting at his desk to deal with official business as usual, he stood in front of the window and looked at the crooked-necked tree in the yard, stunned.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Xiurui walked into Zhao Tuzhi's office alone, took off the hat on his head, and said angrily:

"It's possible that Ono is dead, you know?!"

"Yes."

Zhao Tuzhi responded calmly.

Chen Xiurui rushed behind Zhao Tuzhi in a few steps and said angrily:

"Don't you feel guilty and guilty at all?!"

This time.

Zhao Tuzhi did not respond immediately.

His shoulders twitched slightly.

Then, he turned around, looked at Chen Xiurui with a calm face and asked:

"Why should I blame myself and feel guilty?"

"You ......"

"Everyone is responsible for their own choices."

Zhao Tuzhi interrupted expressionlessly:

"He had the option to leave North America after rescuing his fiancée. That way, nothing will happen to him. But he didn't do that.

Even, after destroying the western base of S.H.I.E.L.D., he didn't feel relieved, and chose to assassinate Poole, the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., and finally killed himself! ”

"Haha......"

Hearing Zhao Tuzhi's explanation, Chen Xiurui laughed angrily!

As if he had gone mad, he laughed until his eyes were red with laughter, and then he shouted:

"It's just the two of us in this room, you can't be an official to me, and don't tell me any big truths! I'm telling you, you have an unshirkable responsibility for Ono's death! ”

"What responsibility?"

Zhao Tuzhi stared at Chen Xiurui and asked in a cold voice.

Chen Xiurui said word by word:

"You've always treated him like a pawn, don't you think I don't know?"

Zhao Tuzhi raised his eyebrows and was silent.

Chen Xiurui continued:

"You seem to be defending him and supporting him on the surface, but in fact, you use him as a butcher's knife to cut off the network of official-eunuch interests, and use him to cut down those you want to move but can't, so as to consolidate your power!

Moreover, you took advantage of Ono's emphasis on love and righteousness, connived at all forces, and even your descendants to compete with him, and tried every means to force out his hole cards and let him come up with all kinds of advantageous chips - isn't it?! ”

"So what?!"

Zhao Tuzhi was rarely furious, he met Chen Xiurui's angry gaze, and said word by word:

"Chen Xiurui, let me tell you, if you change your place in my place, you will do the same as me!

Because, I'm not responsible for him alone, I'm not responsible for a family, I'm responsible for this country!! ”

"I can't sit in your place."

Chen Xiurui sneered:

"I won't treat Ono like you like pawns! I won't be like you, like a capitalist, to exploit Ono and squeeze out his value! I won't be like you, pushing Ono into the abyss in cold blood after Ono has no value to you! ”

"Chen Xiurui, anyone has to obey the overall situation and sacrifice personal gains and losses for the interests of the country, he can't be a special case, you and I are the same!"

Zhao Tuzhi said in a deep voice.

Chen Xiurui gritted his teeth and said:

"You talk to me about the national interest? You touch your conscience and do the math, how much Ono has contributed to this country!

Who got the state-of-the-art lithography machine and related technology?

Who will provide the future AI model?

Winning the Global Martial Arts Competition, using underground gambling to almost trigger a financial crisis in North America and the Western world, making North America lower its profile and come to peace talks, who did it?! ”

Speaking of this, Chen Xiurui's breathing was a little short, and his emotions became very excited.

"As for serving the overall situation, you tell me, has your son Zhao Qi served the overall situation? Did your grandson Zhao Tianming find someone to reveal Ono's identity and let the offshore-enemy-people kill Ono at all costs to serve the overall situation?! ”

"Chen Xiurui ......"

"Zhao Tuzhi, let me tell you, before Ling Yan died, you were sorry for her! After Demoiselle's death, you're even more sorry for her! ”

"Chen Xiurui, you're enough!!"

Zhao Tuzhi was rarely a little emotionally out of control, and scolded angrily.

Chen Xiurui didn't care about Zhao Tuzhi's anger at all, but continued to say excitedly:

"When that day comes, you don't have the face to go to see her under the Nine Springs......"

And yet—

This time, without Zhao Tuzhi's scolding, Chen Xiurui stopped at the end.

His body suddenly trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted, and then he lost his center of gravity and fell backwards.

"Xiu Rui!!"

Seeing this, Zhao Tuzhi's face changed, and he took a step forward and held Chen Xiurui.

No response.

Dense cold sweat oozed from Chen Xiurui's forehead, his sallow face became pale as paper, his facial muscles twisted together painfully, and his breathing became very rapid.

Seeing this, Zhao Tuzhi realized something, his heart moved, and a ray of white light emerged from his palm, which did not enter Chen Xiurui's heart.

After doing all this, Zhao Tuzhi put Chen Xiurui on the sofa, and then shouted in a low voice:

"Liu Zuolin, Xiu Rui had a heart attack, let the medical team rush over as quickly as possible!"

"Yes, Shou-Zhang!"

Because Chen Xiurui specially explained before entering the door, including the secretary Liu Zuolin, they were not in the main building of Zhao Tuzhi's office, but all of them were waiting outside the small courtyard.

But Zhao Tuzhi shouted in a low voice, and the sound was very loud, resounding over the small courtyard.

Liu Zuolin heard it very clearly, he stood in the courtyard and replied loudly, and then immediately contacted the medical team in the Red Wall Compound according to Zhao Tuzhi's order.

The medical team responded to the emergency plan and rushed to the small hospital in only ten minutes, using the conference room as a temporary operating room to rescue Chen Xiurui.

An hour later.

The doctor who led the medical team, sweating profusely, walked out of the conference room with a look of self-reproach.

Liu Zuolin hurriedly stepped forward and asked:

"How is Chen Shou-Zhang?"

"Chen Shou-Zhang's heart was all necrotic, and we tried everything to save it, but we couldn't save it."

The leading doctor lowered his head and said sadly and reproachfully.

Liu Zuolin's face changed, and he hurriedly looked at Zhao Tuzhi.

Zhao Tuzhi trembled violently, and then closed his eyes weakly.

When he was young, he climbed up to the top of the city with Chen Xiurui and Tianburi, and the picture of looking at Yanjing City appeared.

When he was young, the picture of him, Chen Xiurui and Tian Fu accompanying Lingyan to the spring outing emerged.

On the day of Ling Yan's death, the scene of his break with Chen Xiurui and the heavenly burial appeared.

After Emperor Chen Qing disappeared, the Heavenly Burial stood on the top of the Forbidden City, and the picture of an explanation was raised and appeared.

Just now, Chen Xiurui yelled at him with emotion, and the picture of falling into his arms with a face full of pain emerged.

Looking back, it was like a dream.

Looking back, my eyes were hazy with tears.

Looking back, the back is gone.

Only the endless long road accompanied him.

……

Atlantic Ocean.

Some unknown island.

Chen Ye appeared on the shore of the island, exposed to the scorching sun.

Several sea crabs crawled on top of him, but he was unconscious, only breathing weakly.

Instead of dying, he fell into a deep coma, in a dream.

In dreams.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

Chen Family Compound.

Restaurant.

He and his father, Emperor Chen Qingdi, accompanied Chen Xiurui to drink together.

Three generations, one table.

Three wine glasses, colliding together.

The three of them craned their necks and drank it all.

Chen Xiurui put down his wine glass and said with a smile:

"Qingdi, when you come back, the three of us can sit together and have a drink, and I have no regrets in my life!"

The voice fell, and Chen Xiurui's figure gradually blurred.

"Grandpa!"

Chen Ye's face changed, and he hurriedly grabbed Chen Xiurui.

And yet—

But he caught it!

Chen Xiurui's figure disappeared completely.

At this moment, Emperor Chen Qingdi's figure also became blurred, leaving only a voice of encouragement:

"Ono, no matter what, stay alive."

"Ahh

on the coast.

Chen Ye let out a miserable wail, sat up straight suddenly, and felt a heart-rending pain!

Nirvana, new life.

The clouds cut off the way home!

……