Xie Qingcheng never told these high-level officials that he was a mental Ebola patient.

But today, he showed them the card.

He was very cautious. He didn't mention the first emperor. He only cited the special abilities of mental Ebola patients, such as an amazing sense of smell, extremely high computing power, and so on.

At this juncture, although the executives were shocked, they were more flawless.

"What are your abilities?"

Xie Qing was silent for a few seconds: "Adapt."

"Adapting?" the commander said, "But that can only make you feel better on the battlefield, and will not enhance the success of reconnaissance."

Xie Qingcheng: "This adaptability is not only for the external environment, but also effective inside the body. To give the simplest example, organ transplantation has a big risk problem, that is, the human body is very Rejection may occur, but I won't, my body is totally adaptable to new organs, and the same ... for some viruses or bacteria, too."

"There have been several cases of mental Ebola patients in China, but almost all of them have died. Among these known patients, the special ability of patient No. 2 is that he has a very Strong hearing, when No. 2 passed away, our laboratory kept a sample of his blood and made a serum."

"What's the serum for?"

"It has no effect on normal people and can only be used for research, but for me." Xie Qingcheng paused and continued, "After the serum enters my body, it will Because of my adaptation, the corresponding psychic factors are confused, and I will be treated as the No. 2 case. That is to say, I can temporarily have the ability of No. 2 within a few hours of injecting the serum. "

Everyone was shocked.

Zheng Jingfeng said: "Xie Qingcheng! You, how come you never said something so important...!"

Xie Qingcheng glanced at him: "Sorry."

Commander: "With this ability, it is normal not to say it, and no one wants to get into some unnecessary trouble."

Zheng Jingfeng: “…”

Xie Qingcheng quickly looked away from Lao Zheng, and Lao Zheng's eyes made him a little unbearable. What the commander said was wrong, Xie Qingcheng didn't tell Zheng Jingfeng, never because he was afraid of getting into unnecessary trouble, but because he knew that Zheng Jingfeng would react like this now, and he didn't want Zheng Jingfeng to be implicated or worried.

Xie Qingcheng: "Then, may I take people to the island?"

Although this is a question, Xie Qingcheng already knew their answer before asking it.

Dreambreakers have no better choice.

It must be him.

"Well, yes, those business talks are over, and I plan to leave the next thing to Xiao Zhou. I may have to go back to the island recently."

He Yu looked at the computer, checked the files and monitoring, raised his hand to his headset, and talked to the person in the headset.

"The reason?" He repeated Duan Wen's question, and glanced at a surveillance record on the display.

That was an action that Xie Qingcheng performed in his study when he was at his house. The video shows that Xie Qingcheng seemed to be observing the location of the surveillance camera in the study.

“…”

He Yu stared at the picture for a while, then glanced at the vaguely discernible traces of books on the desktop.

"It's nothing." His face was not very good-looking, he thought about it, and said calmly, "I just found that the blood Gu seems to be a little different, and I want to go back to the laboratory to practice my hands. Find some feeling. "

Duan Wen said something in the headset again.

He Yu sneered, raised his other hand, fiddled with his fingernails at will, and said indifferently: "How did you notice... Why don't you ask Anthony? He hasn't complained to you yet. Is it? They all came to my house to find fault. Well, you can ask him."

After chatting a few more casually, He Yu responded perfunctorily.

"Maybe I will be back in the next few days. I will prepare. If it works, then I will hang up."

After ending the call, he took off the headset and pulled the video progress bar on the screen again, back to when Xie Qingcheng was looking at the monitor.

“…”

He Yu looked at the man in the picture and had a hunch in his heart, but that hunch made him very irritable.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes heavily, then heaved a sigh of relief, put on his headset again, and dialed another encrypted number.

"Hi, it's me."

After leaving the Dreambreaker headquarters, Xie Qingcheng did not have much time to prepare.

He finally went home and had dinner with Xie Xue and the others.

They didn't know what Xie Qingcheng was about to do. The meal was casual and homely as usual. The ones served were the stir-fried sweet potato vines and Mapo tofu made by Aunt Li. Braised steak and fish ball soup with green vegetables. The rice is Yangzhou fried rice made by Xie Xue. She learned from Xie Qingcheng, and now it's fried in a decent way.

During the dinner, Xie Xue and Xie Qingcheng said, "Brother, on my birthday next month, you are not allowed to work no matter how busy you are. I want to book a private tour group, we will go together. Let's go and relax, okay?"

Wei Dongheng hurriedly helped his wife to persuade him: "Yeah, brother, travel is very good, it can let you take all the troubles before..."

Xie Xue stepped on him under the table.

Persuasion, persuasion, what to do with the previous troubles? Now that he is a father, he still speaks like a stupefied young man.

Wei Dongheng was in pain, but he turned back and said to Xie Xue, "Oh, why are you stepping on me?"

Xie Xue: “…”

Xie Qingcheng understands what they mean, but he will not know where he will be next month. Mandela Island is a ghost land in the human world. This time, going to investigate is a life-and-death mission.

He didn't want Xie Xue and the others to worry, and secondly, this mission was indeed a secret, so he didn't tell his family anything, just drank the last sip of hot soup and let the ordinary warm The heat flowed through his heart and spread to his internal organs.

Then: "...Okay."

Before leaving, he finally hugged Bao Yaya, said to Aunt Li who was washing dishes, thank you for your hard work, and said to Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng: "Such a big person, We also need to learn to do housework and take care of each other more."

.

Xie Xue frowned suddenly.

Wei Dongheng: "What's wrong?"

"...I don't know." Xie Xue watched Xie Qingcheng drive farther and farther, "I just feel stuffy and uncomfortable."

"Is there a thunderstorm coming? There is a lot of humidity in the air." Wei Dongheng said, "Come in and sit."

Xie Xue agreed, but did not move.

She stood there, watching the taillights of her brother's car disappear around the corner, until the **** color was gone, she watched.

The second place Xie Qing went to was the Aesthetic Education Private Hospital.

The Dean is already waiting for him in the laboratory on the top floor.

Twenty tubes of micro-serum, specially treated, appear light blue, hidden in a designed safety tube, there is a micro-needle in the tube, just twist the nozzle according to the trick, the needle will pop out, convenient Xie Qingcheng injected himself outside.

"Professor Xie." The old dean raised his eyes and looked at him, "The things have already been prepared for you. The special field syringe is very light and easy to carry."

Xie Qingcheng reached out and took it: "Thank you."

"Wait."

"What?"

"There is something I want to show you." The old dean gestured to the empty chair in front of him, "You sit first."

Xie Qingcheng sat down, and the old dean got up and went to pour Xie Qingcheng a cup of hot **** tea.

Although Xie Qingcheng didn't know why, he still took a sip, then looked at him: "President, what do you want to give me?"

The dean took out an envelope from the drawer and handed it to him. Xie Qingcheng opened the winding button. The cowhide envelope contained a stack of paper. He took it out and only scanned it. At first glance, I was stunned.

He looked at the old dean across the page.

The old dean smiled at him and motioned him to continue reading.

So for ten minutes, there was no sound in the room, and finally Xie Qingcheng put the stack of papers back on the table: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The old dean laughed and did not answer.

Xie Qingcheng had not communicated much with him, but it was only now that he realized that the old dean had a similar temperament to Qin Ciyan when he laughed. Maybe the people who were focused on studying in those days eventually settled down, and they were all the same calm and gentle. the taste of.

But this resemblance, like a cat's paw, stings Xie Qingcheng's heart.

Xie Qingcheng was almost annoyed: "You should have told us—"

"You now know how you are hiding your illness from those close to you."

Xie Qingcheng was stunned.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the old dean's half-smiley old face. The old man's smile was as bad as Qin Ciyan's.

The old dean slowly took back the cowhide envelope. The white pages inside were all his own case reports, and the report was full of harsh words—

"Lung cancer in advanced stage", "spread", "metastasis"…

“What about your family? They all…”

"They all know." The old dean looked at Xie Qingcheng with sharp and gentle eyes through the lens, "My wife, son, daughter...all know my situation, I spent We spent a lot of time communicating with them, and finally we decided to face these small difficulties in my life together. Our family has experienced many things... wars, denunciations, vindication... We have lived in a bullpen and been hung up on big-character posters, but we have always been All together, encouraging each other to overcome many, many difficulties.”

He tapped the envelope with his fingers: "This may be the penultimate hurdle, and then the last difficulty we face is my death."

When he saw Xie Qingcheng's expression, he suddenly smiled. That smile was by no means consoling or taking pleasure in suffering. He was really open-minded and optimistic: "Professor Xie."

The relationship between the old dean and Xie Qingcheng is very delicate, their life distance is not too close, but they are so close in spirit, they have been fighting for rn-13 for so many years . So he still calls Xie Qingcheng "Professor Xie", not Xiao Xie like Qin Ciyan.

But when he looked at Xie Qingcheng, the kindness in his eyes was almost the same as Qin Ciyan.

"Professor Xie, people are constantly facing all kinds of hardships and challenges in their life. The end, and then a final duel with death. Of course, the human body is destined to lose to the **** of death, but the spirit is not necessarily. For example, like me." The old dean pointed to himself with a smile, "I have I'm not afraid anymore, I didn't tell you before, in fact, I was also interrogated by the mysterious murderer sent by Mandela."

"!"

"It's all a long time ago. I can act more than Lao Qin, and they can't see any problems. I thought Lao Qin didn't tell me much. But since that time he died The escape began, and I figured out a lot of things."

"I started to enjoy every day with my family, they didn't have to worry about what I was hiding from them, and I didn't have to worry about them stopping me from doing anything. It's the same now, As a family, we will face my disease and my death with the same hatred and hatred as we have faced any previous difficulties."

"In a way, I've overcome it. I'm not sad because of it, I'm happy. My family is fully informed, even my friends, people around me Everyone knows...except you."

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

"You are so smart, you must know why I didn't tell you." The old man smiled and added some water to his hot **** tea, "You are a very tough and stubborn person, Professor Xie. You have a very selfless and kind heart. But at the same time you are too egotistical, you are always protecting the people around you in the way you think is right, and you don't care if it's what they expect ."

The old dean took a slow sip of **** tea. He narrowed his eyes and enjoyed it. He couldn't tell that he was an old man who was suffering from illness and had few remaining years of life.

He put down the glass and folded his hands: "I hope I can make you understand that feeling."

"Professor Xie, as early as several years ago, when you turned to me to treat your illness, I have been advising you not to hide it from the people around you, and give them a chance to accompany you , they love you, they have this right. But you don't listen." The old dean said, "I didn't persuade me any more, because I also understand your feelings very well. Yes, tell those who love you the most about your illness. People do need some 'cruelty' because you know you're going to worry them so much, you're going to break them down...you love these people too, so you don't want them getting hurt, you don't want them taking their life away because of you ."

The old dean was quiet again, and he looked at Xie Qingcheng's eyes peacefully.

"But depriving them of the right to know is actually a more cruel thing, which may bring more regrets to each other. I don't know if my words today will make you listen You have to go in. This is a life advice given to you by an old man who has lived to his seventies. Of course, the mission this time is confidential, and you have no way to tell them, but I think when you come back safely, you can try In a less arbitrary and more honest way, seek out the people around you to accompany you through the difficulties of life."

"Companionship is very important, it can make you always have a breath in your heart."

After the old dean finished speaking, he handed the box of medicine to Xie Qingcheng.

"Take care of your life, Professor Xie. We are all waiting for your return."

After Xie Qingcheng left the Meiyu Private Hospital, there were still more than three hours before the final assembly.

His heart was heavy, but calm, complex, and clear.

He finally went to the gift shop and picked a gift for Xie Xue's birthday - it was a ragdoll bear, Xie Xue has nothing now, but if he really If something happened on the island, he knew that this baby bear could comfort her.

He and He Yu were trapped in the reservoir four years ago. At that time, He Yu asked him if he would leave a message to Xie Xue if they died like this.

Xie Qingcheng refused at the time, saying that the content of the message would only add to the sadness of the living.

At this moment, he was walking on the darkened street with the puppet bear in his arms, walking with his heart, and he finally came to the outside of a courier company.

Xie Qingcheng: "Hello, I want to send a regular express."

"Good handsome man, are you sending this puppet bear?"

Xie Qingcheng: "There is another letter."

He paused, then changed his words: "...Sorry, it's two letters."

"No problem, do you want to send registered mail?"

"Registration is scheduled. Could you please give me some letter paper and a pen? Thank you."

Two hours later.

Xie Qingcheng left the post office.

He suddenly felt that the barrier of his heart was much lighter. In a letter, he wrote some things that he could tell Xie Xue, and gave her birthday wishes and expectations for the future.

Another letter...to He Yu. He also told him some very frank words that he wanted to leave to He Yu in case he died. Those words were out of consideration for the overall situation, and he couldn't say them now, but he still expressed them in letters after all.

It made him faintly feel a kind of power.

He stood up straight and walked towards the nearby public security building.

Huzhou Public Security Bureau, Headquarters of Dream Breakers Organization.

Xie Qingcheng checked his identity and entered, and took the elevator straight to the top floor. He will gather with the exploration team in the top floor conference room, and then get on the helicopter from the roof apron, go to the East China Sea port, and land in the prepared Anti-tracking ships.

When he arrived, there were only two people in the house, the commander-in-chief and the assistant.

Xie Qingcheng glanced at the time, it was already time, so he asked, "Where are the others?"

The commander-in-chief did not answer his question, but first asked the assistant to take out a bag. He said to Xie Qing, "This suit is for you."

Xie Qingcheng took out the clothes in the bag, slightly startled.

It was a brand new police uniform!

Epaulettes are the rank of his parents before they were demoted, police caps, police badges, combat boots, belts, handcuffs, etc.... everything is available.

When Xie Qingcheng's eyes fell on the siren sewn on the chest of the uniform, he almost stopped his eyelashes.

"We checked, this is the special number of the police officers Zhou and Xie's sirens combined." The commander said, "We hope to bring you some comfort."

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand slowly, without saying a word, he wanted to touch the siren, but in the end his fingertips landed on the silver badge first.

At that moment, he seemed to recreate that rainy day in front of him. He looked at the corpses of his parents next to the burning truck, and his mother's police badge was crushed...

The commander-in-chief stared at Xie Qingcheng, paused, lowered his head and picked up the police cap—

This is illegal, but this is a very special case.

Their dream breaker organization has to do extremely dangerous tasks, pay a lot of price, and need very courage. Therefore, the commander was originally given extremely high power, and the high-level did not care to encourage members who were very important to them. This can still be an exception.

The commander-in-chief put the police cap on Xie Qingcheng himself, and then looked at the pair of sharp peach eyes under the silver badge.

"

"When you come back, you can go directly to the team before your parents. We will keep this siren for you. I have already greeted the city bureau. So this time you You must take care of yourself and return home smoothly.”

Xie Qingcheng once again looked down at the familiar silver emblem without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking. Finally he nodded.

The commander-in-chief patted him on the shoulder: "Go. Thank you, Officer. I'll wait here for you to change your clothes, and then we'll go see your companions on this mission."

"Who?"

Commander: "Your acquaintance. You'll know when you go up."

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Small Theater:

Wei Dongheng: Is there something wrong with your brother and your sister-in-law? Why do they always guess what the other is thinking instead of saying it directly?

Xie Xue: When you had a crush on me, you saw a line in my circle of friends, and I doubted that I had dragged you down, but I only guessed in my heart, and even asked, "Are you dragging the black? I don't dare?

Wei Dongheng: ...then didn't you really drag me down...

Xie Xue: I was in a group, so I didn't put you in! You'd be fine if you asked earlier, and you're still angry for so long!

Wei Dongheng: ... who wants to ask this, how difficult it is to speak... I want to be embarrassed.

Xie Xue: My brother too!

Wei Dongheng: Then He Yu can always be shameless, right? He is attacking.

He Yu: …Gong is also a human being, brother…TT

Xie Xue: Yes, attack is also... Wait? ? ? ! ! What did you say? So you are the attacker? ! ? !