Mysterious recovery: starting from the strange lake

Chapter 48 The person who gave the money
Time flies by...

However, outside Huanggang Village, checkpoints are being set up, and some armed personnel are staring ahead vigilantly, with weapons in their hands ready to fire at all times.

Although knowing that after the accident, these weapons are useless at all, but holding these weapons always gives me a lot of peace of mind.

"Manager, do you think that person named Yang Jian can come out alive?" A woman in a secretary's outfit stood beside a man in a suit and said with a worried expression.

"So what if you come out alive? We are a serious business, and we are doing what you want. I told them about the dangers in it before, but they still want to go their own way to earn that big deal, so they will die in the future." The awareness inside." The man in the suit said calmly.

"It's normal for people to die for money, and birds for food. If Yang Jian comes out alive, at worst, we can just fulfill the contract, and we still won't lose money."

What she said was nice and comprehensive, but the woman didn't feel relieved:
"But according to that Yang Jian's temper, this matter may not end so easily. If he comes out alive, the first thing he does is not to fulfill the deal, but to question the fact that the file was deliberately concealed, then what should we do?"

"This is a problem, but it's okay. These are small problems in front of interests. I don't believe that Yang Jian will give up the opportunity to control the second ghost for a small matter. If he can come out alive, then he Wouldn't be a fool."

"Smart people know what to choose. That kind of aggressive and rash behavior is only something that children will do. The adult world only pays attention to interests." The man in the suit hesitated for a while, and seemed to be a little worried, but soon he I feel relieved again.

Seeing what the man said, and what he said clearly, the woman immediately let go of her worries, but when she looked at the village shrouded in darkness, she couldn't help but have a doubt in her heart.

Can a person like Yang Jian use common sense?

She didn't know and couldn't figure it out, she was just an ordinary person after all.

The exchange between the two ends here. The status of the two is different, and their ideas are also completely different. One looks at interests, and the other looks at human nature a little bit. It is not yet known who is right and who is wrong.

But it said that it was inside an armed helicopter.

"Professor Wang, this is the recording of the call between Yang Jian and Yu Qian. I suggest you listen to it."

Zhao Jianguo, who was wearing a uniform, handed a headset to a young man in a white coat and glasses and said.

"You don't seem to follow the rules."

Having said that, Wang Xiaoming took the earphones and put them on his head, and listened to the recording.

The recording is not long, only 20 minutes and 3 seconds, and there is no sound for [-] minutes.

From the time I was Yang Jian to the end when I was numb, Wang Xiaoming's expression also changed from calm to thoughtful.

After Wang Xiaoming finished listening to the recording, Zhao Jianguo said:
"Professor Wang, all of this is in line with the rules. After becoming Interpol, we have the right to back up any calls made with operators or mobile phones using satellite positioning. This has been stipulated early in the morning."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming nodded, then handed the headset to Zhao Jianguo, he thought for a while and said:
"This recording is classified as a private file. It is not allowed to be viewed by others without the permission of the minister or deputy minister. In addition, this person named Yu Qian, pay attention to it. He may have controlled the second ghost. It would be best if it can be included in the headquarters. , if you can’t, then make a plan early.”

"Also, Li Jun, you have to be more careful this time. As long as Yang Jian comes out alive, he must have controlled the second ghost."

"Understood." A middle-aged man sitting next to Wang Xiaoming said solemnly.

After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaoming looked at the sky in front of him, his eyes flickered slightly, Yu Qian and Yang Jian, these two people have a secret, this secret is very big, very big...

A recording reveals many things.

But at nine o'clock in the evening, Okawa City, Liu's house...

"Dad, I can be sure that she is dead. Yesterday was her birthday, but no one died. The curse of our Liu family has been broken!" In a study room, Liu Chuanling said with a rare smile.

"Sure?"

The study room was brightly lit, and several rows of bookshelves were filled with books, which were neatly arranged and looked very clean.

An old man sat at the desk, lit an oil lamp that had long been abandoned by the times, and carefully flipped through a hardcover book.

When he heard his son's words, he couldn't help but put down the book in his hand, stared up at Liu Chuanling, and asked whether the matter was true or not.

"It's certain that in the past, as soon as her birthday passed, there would be a funeral inquiry at ten o'clock in the morning, but look, has there been any news about this since yesterday?"

"Of course, there may also be deviations. For example, in a mountain village, there is no signal, and we cannot be notified immediately. To prevent this kind of thing from happening, I specially contacted all my uncles and aunts to ask about this, but the result I got Without exception, it is a result."

Speaking of this man's excitement, he took a deep breath to calm down:
"It is certain that no one has passed away!"

Liu Chuanling's voice echoed in the quiet study room, and the old man who hadn't lived for a few years let out a long sigh of relief at this moment as if he had dropped a heavy stone.

There was a touch of excitement and a look of finality in the cloudy eyes.

"Very well, let me inform you that I will go back to my hometown tomorrow to worship my ancestors. For so many years, I have always felt ashamed of my ancestors. This time, I can finally feel less guilty..."

The old man looked at the oil lamp on the table. The lamp oil was still there, but there was not much wick left. If things went on like this, the oil lamp would go out sooner or later.

Before that evil obstacle died, the Liu family was like this oil lamp, it looked dazzling, but inside it had already become extremely weak.

"Dad, since she's dead, are we sure that our Liu family can have another salary?"

The old man withdrew his gaze from the oil lamp, and his cloudy eyes revealed a touch of firmness:
"Of course, Mr. Qin can't be wrong. We have confirmed every sentence he said. It is no exaggeration to say that his words are the truth."

Before things happened, if someone predicted this kind of thing, they would undoubtedly be given the title of ghosts and monsters in that era.

But when a person foresees this matter and is not regarded as a monster, and what he said is still confirmed to be true later.

There is no doubt that this person will be worshiped as a god.

At this moment, in the heart of the old man, that Mr. Qin is such a person.

Mysterious and powerful.

As if omniscient, omnipotent.

"Dad, can you tell me who Mr. Qin is? From the accident to the present, you have never talked about it for so many years. Now the matter is over and the crisis of our Liu family is over. Everything is settled. Can you tell me something about Mr. Qin?"

From the incident to the present, he only knew the three words Mr. Qin, and he didn't know the rest. He didn't know whether Mr. Qin was old or young, male or female, not only him, but no one in the entire Liu family knew who Mr. Qin was. who.

Everyone only knew one thing, and that was that the old man took Liu Baiqing to live in Dajing for a month after the accident. As for what he was going to do, no one knew why he went there for so long.

All I know is that after returning home, there will be a lot of rules and a part of the truth in the family.

He already knew the meaning of Liu Chuanling, since he came back from Dajing City, knowing his son is like his father, he knows best what his son is thinking.

Mr. Qin, a mysterious and powerful person, this kind of person can be regarded as a connection, not to mention Mr. Qin himself, even the existence of him behind him is not something that the Liu family can contend with.

that is a country...

His son's idea is simply to take over the contacts in his hands.

"You can't hold it." The old man closed the hardcover book on the table and said calmly.

"If you don't give it to me, how do you know I won't be able to hold it?" Liu Chuanling didn't give up this opportunity, he looked at the old man with burning eyes.

"Hehe... I said you can't hold it, not only you, but even I can't hold it. If it weren't for my status as a veteran, it might be difficult to even meet him, let alone let him speak."

"As for you, let alone."

The old man's voice sounded flat, but what he said could not be questioned.

"dad!"

"enough!"

Liu Chuanling was about to say something, but was interrupted by the old man without mercy.

"Some things are not just what you think, but what others think. Mr. Qin is such a person."

"But……"

"No, but, that's it, you go back and inform the ancestor worship tomorrow, and the rest will be discussed later."

Liu Chuanling's words were interrupted by the old man again, seeing his father's serious expression, Liu Chuanling knew that he couldn't find out why he came today.

Thinking of the mysterious Mr. Qin, the man felt helpless and regretful.

"Then I'll notify you first. Dad, please take care of yourself. It's late at night, so don't read too late."

After all, it was his father. Although he was a little unhappy, there was no such thing as an overnight feud between father and son.

"Well, I know." The old man picked up the hardcover book on the table again, flipped through the part he had seen before, and continued to read.

The man understood and didn't stay too long.

Go out of the room.

The man stopped suddenly, turned his head, his expression suddenly became extremely astonished, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"dad……"

No one responded, the oil lamp was extinguished, and darkness enveloped the entire study, and even the entire Liu family.

plop~
The head rolled down, and the man watched his father's head roll to the ground. In the darkness, the hands that turned from pale to blood-red due to the blood were very eye-catching.

The hands are beautiful, especially after being dyed red, but the eyes that stared at the man unblinkingly in the dark are like a machine without emotion, insensitive and not like a living person.

"willow……"

The man opened his mouth wide, as if he was so surprised by the identity of that graceful figure in the darkness that he was about to call out its name subconsciously.

But it seemed that he failed, as soon as he uttered a word, his voice stopped abruptly, the man's eyes became dim, and an extremely strong corpse odor began to appear on his body.

The next moment, the man fell to the ground, and when he fell to the ground, he was already a highly decomposed corpse.

With the fall of the man, the exquisite study began to change rapidly, and those incomparably expensive linear hardcover books were deteriorating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bookshelf made of mahogany, decayed and crumbled like a moth-eaten bookcase in a blink of an eye.

Books turned into stinking mud, bookshelves turned into sawdust, beautiful wall coverings were falling off, and mold started to appear on the ceiling.

Everything is going in a bad direction.

In an instant, a quiet and elegant study room turned into an uninhabited ghost house.

Da Da Da~
Slight footsteps sounded in the study, and a woman with disheveled hair and pale skin walked out of the room in the dark environment.

Terrible supernatural things began to prevail, and treachery started today.

Dajing City, headquarters.

"Huh? How did this happen? How did you change a law of killing?"

In a dimly lit room, an old man seated on a teacher's chair opened his eyes.

"What's the reason? Is it because of something? Or is it an exception?"

The old man thought about it. Some things deviated from the facts he had seen. This was very strange and unusual. Logically speaking, this should not have happened.

He never made a mistake.

"Is it because of that kid?"

Instead, the old man shook his head, that kid can't influence that ghost, unless...

The old man frowned, as if he didn't believe his guess, he closed his eyes, and a chill surrounded his body.

The coldness suddenly disappeared, and the old man looked thoughtful.

"It turned out to be the straw... No wonder..."

"I didn't expect it to be possible like this..."

The old man murmured, his voice was very low and deep, as if a person was talking in his sleep, it was vague and not easy to hear.

……

……

The high-speed road at night is not charming. The high beam lights and the dark woods are not pleasing to the eye. It does not have the feeling of light scattered into the high forest during the day, and Jinjin everywhere.

The bus is very quiet at the moment, except for a very few people who haven't slept there and played with their mobile phones, most of the rest are asleep.

Sleeping on the bus is very uncomfortable. If you have a good physique, it may be fine. If you have a bad physique, you may experience a backache that belongs to you after you get off the bus.

Yu Qian opened a small section of curtains on the window, and after making sure that there was a cover for himself, and the others could not see the window, Yu Qian began to wantonly appreciate the night outside the window.

The high speed at night is not charming, but the night is very beautiful.

The moon shines on the floating clouds, walking slowly, Yu Qian is engrossed in watching.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

On a whim, a sense of uneasiness and ominousness suddenly appeared in my heart.

Yu Qian frowned, somewhat puzzled:
"What's the matter? Someone is plotting against me again?"

Thinking back on what I have done these days, it seems that there is nothing immoral. How could someone plot against him again?
jingle bell~
Just when Yu Qian was wondering, the phone rang.

"Yang Jian?"

Looking at the phone number on the screen, he is very familiar with this number, it is the phone number that Yang Jian gave him before.

"what's up?"

Without much hesitation, he connected the phone, put on the headset and started talking.

"I'm alive." Yang Jian's voice came from the phone.

……

"When did you learn to talk nonsense? If you die, you can still call me?" The corner of Yu Qian's mouth twitched slightly. He suspected that Yang Jian might be out of his mind now, otherwise Gao Low would not have said such words.

"What I mean is...forget it... let's not talk about this, let me tell you something, I have [-] million here, if you want it, give me the card number." Yang Jian said.

"One hundred million? Give it back to me? What are you doing for me? Do you have any ulterior motives? Let me tell you, I don't want to sell my ass." Yu Qian thought for a while, um... still didn't think about it Understand why Yang Jian gave him [-] million.

Could it be for the sake of pointing out the way for him? If so, then Yang Jian is not authentic enough.

Yu Qian opened his mouth to test, but did not directly ask why the one hundred million was given to him.

"Why are you so good that you don't learn Zhang Wei? The thing is like this. I sold the man in the coffin according to what you said. The price is not bad. I thought about it. We split the money equally, which is a lottery." , As for what you need me to compensate you, that's another story, not included here." Yang Jian said simply.

Uh……

"I declare in advance that I didn't ask you to sell him. You did it yourself, and it's none of my business." Yu Qian lowered his voice as much as possible and just chatted. He's the leader of the personal traffickers.

(End of this chapter)