"Master Lin, please come over." The LCD screen on the ceiling of the laboratory showed the face of the entourage.

Lin Ge put his blood-stained hands under the faucet and rinsed them.

"Is there a problem?"

The screen flickered twice, and the signal was not very good, so the entourage continued: "I said there is something important to discuss with you."

Lin Ge dried the drops of water on his hand, wiped it with a clean kerchief, and went out.

"What's the order of this old thing, go, go over and take a look."

The door of the laboratory opened, and a strong smell of blood came upon his face.

The entourage didn't change his face, as if the mess was invisible, and someone would clean it up anyway.

He handed over the new suit jacket as usual, and when Lin Ge put it on, he took the hand cream in both hands and handed it over.

The artist's hand is always slender and white, even if it is stained with invisible blood.

Lin Ge applied the hand cream slowly, and did not rush. When everything was cleaned up, the entourage took out the perfume again and bowed slightly.

"Master, offended."

Lin Ge opened his suit jacket, and after a burst of water mist, the smell of blood on his body faded away.

He stroked his hair, whistled happily, and strode forward.

"Let's go and meet my good uncle."

When Lin Ge arrived, the doctor was still doing an examination for Lin Youyuan. He waited outside the door for a long time before the doctor walked out of the room holding the medical record book.

Lin Ge took his arm: "How is it?"

The senior and experienced family doctor shook his head and sighed.

"Prepare the funeral as soon as possible, my sorrow."

Lin Ge stepped back a step, the doctor was already far away.

Butler Lin came out to greet him, his eyes were also red.

"Master, come in, the master calls you."

Lin Ge calmly flattened the wrinkles of his suit jacket.

"it is good."

Because of the chemotherapy, his hair has fallen out, so he can't wear a warm woolen hat.

In the summer, the air conditioner in the room was turned on to 28 degrees, which was a little bit stuffy. Because there was no ventilation, the whole room was filled with the smell of excrement peculiar to patients.

Lin Youyuan was nestled on the bed with a urine bag hanging next to it. The quilt was tightly covered. Only the back of an infusion hand was exposed. It was also bruised by the needle stick, and it was almost impossible to see where the blood vessels were.

Seeing him coming, he moved his eyes a little and motioned to Butler Lin to shake up the bed.

He wanted to sit up and was held down by Lin Ge. The man's eyes were a little distressed, and his eyes flushed silently.

"Uncle Lin, stop, I can hear what you want to say."

Lin Youyuan raised his weak finger and pointed at the document on the bedside. Butler Lin brought it to him.

Since he was wearing a ventilator, it was not easy to speak, so Mr. Lin relayed it.

"Master, Jingtai Group is about to go bankrupt. You also know about the liquidation of assets..."

Lin Ge nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, squeezing the cloth on his knees, a little sad.

"Sorry, uncle, I am useless, unable to turn the tide."

Butler Lin sneered in his heart, thinking.

Not only did you fail to turn the tide, you also contributed to it.

Lin Youyuan waved his hand and motioned not to talk about this.

He still insisted on getting up and talking, but the housekeeper had to help him up, put a pillow behind him, and took off the oxygen mask.

Lin Youyuan had to stop and slowly say a few words, as if he could lose his breath at any time.

"After the assets are liquidated... part of the money... ahem... is frozen... part is used... to sever employees..."

He tremblingly grabbed Lin Ge's hand, speaking earnestly.

"I... I left a part for your mother and child... There is also a subsidiary company overseas... Under your mother's name... It will be yours in the future... You go in the past... With this money... Live with Jingru."

Hearing the first half of Lin Ge's face always showed a touch of grief, but when he heard him calling his mother's name, he pressed his lips and all expressions disappeared.

The two people's hands were still clasped together, but he couldn't feel any temperature anymore.

He felt a little hot when he first walked in, but now he is cold again.

Lin Ge asked dumbly: "Uncle, why are you so good to me and to my mother, is it because-"

He was almost indifferent to the scene that he witnessed many years ago. Two people who treated him like a mountain destroyed his short childhood and pushed him into an abyss called guilt and shame.

Lin Youyuan coughed and interrupted him just right, but he grasped his hand harder and harder, almost hurting people, and tears leaked from his muddy eyes.

"Ahem... I'm sorry to your father... He was gone when you were born... I promised him... If we both have children... we must take care of each other..."

He said, grabbing the folder from the bedside and stuffing it in his hand. The mouth was not sealed, and two tickets and some huge checks were dropped out.

"You take it... take it... go to Canada..."

Lin Ge has always been a person with strong self-control, able to conceal all emotions very well, but at this moment, if the steward Lin was not there, he could almost rush to break his neck immediately.

Why? !

Why should he go to Canada and give up all the hard-to-obtain domestically!

Why did he arrange for him to study in the U.S. in the name of his own good? What did he experience in a foreign country alone? !

Finally, his studies expired. He was full of confidence and yearned to return to China. He wanted to enter Jingtai’s core laboratory and continue to carry out scientific research projects. However, Lin Youyuan ordered him to move to a remote branch as a manager and professional. It has nothing to do with it, and it goes up and down.

He couldn't, so he quit his job, and borrowed money from friends to open his own dental hospital. Lin Youyuan was furious because of this, and even his mother, whom he always respected, repeatedly accused him of being a white-eyed wolf.

Like Lin Wei back then, Lin Youyuan is that kind of arbitrary parent who wants to take everyone's life in his hands.

The difference is that Lin Fan chose to break, he chose forbearance.

Who made him look like a good student who had been cowardly and cowardly since he was a child, so he deserves to be bullied by everyone?

Lin Ge gritted his teeth, perhaps because he realized that the expression on his face was too hideous now, he eased down, and held Lin Youyuan's hand back, his words were tactful, but his tone was not tolerated.

"Uncle Lin, I'm sorry, I can't do it. Since you treat me as a family member, how can I abandon Jingtai and go abroad at this time? I want to stay and live and die with Jingtai."

"You rest early, the company has business, I will go back first."

After he said, he pulled out from his palm, got up and left, and didn't look back again.

Lin Youyuan leaned against the bed and coughed violently. The butler patted his back and took the potion for him to drink.

After a long rush, he slowly calmed down, and the veil covering his mouth was spread out. It was full of blood.

Manager Lin threw the handkerchief into the basin next to the bed and helped the person to lie down to rest.

"Master, go to bed."

Lin Youyuan suddenly opened his closed eyes, his chaotic eyes swept away, replaced by a gleam of light.

He gritted his teeth every word.

"Did you see it? He wants to kill me."

A sorrow appeared on the face of Butler Lin.

"master…"

Lin Youyuan's lips trembled.

"Let him come, I have something to tell him."

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Lin Ge returned to his home, followed by walking forward: "Master..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Ge had already flicked the people away.

"Where is my mother?!"

"Master!" The entourage raised his heel.

Lin Ge pushed open the bedroom door, and several family doctors were rushing around the bed to rescue, with instruments ticking.

Mother Lin was lying on the bed, still awake, seeing her son coming, a touch of relief appeared in her eyes.

Before she could smile, Lin Ge waved his hand coldly.

"All out."

Several doctors turned around, staring at each other.

Lin Ge was expressionless: "Are you deaf? Get out and let her die!"

Mother Lin's face suddenly turned pale, and the value on the instrument plummeted, seeing that it was about to slip to the bottom.

Under his strong order, the doctor had to put down the needle in his hand and walked out one after another.

Lin Ge winked at his entourage. He nodded slightly, indicating that he would handle it well, and closed the door for them.

Mother Lin's expression had changed from comfort to horror. As he approached the bed step by step, a vague cry for help was heard in his mouth.

"Ho...Ho..." Her breathing was as heavy as a bellows.

Lin Ge took off the oxygen mask for her to relieve her "pain".

"Mom, it's been so many years. It's not easy. You have worked hard." He said, his eyes flushed silently, with a gentle expression on his face, and gently pulled out the infusion needle from the back of her hand. splash.

Mother Lin couldn't even hum, her muddy eyes were full of tears, and she shook her head desperately.

Lin Ge intends to remove the electrode pads attached to her body to maintain vital signs.

"Mom, before I die, I have a question to ask you..."

He paused, Mother Lin seemed to see a glimmer of life, nodded strenuously, and motioned to him.

"Whose son am I? How did my dad die?"

As he said, he stroked his mother's face, wiped her tears, and finally choked her neck, a touch of madness overflowed on his face, gritted teeth.

"Say! What the **** are you and Uncle Lin, why are you mingling with him!!"

He raised his voice and snarled at her.

As if to prove something, as he roared, the value on the life monitor quickly dropped and fell to the bottom.

With a rush and lengthy ticking sound, before he could exert any effort, Mother Lin's head was already tilted to one side, her eyes were still open, bloodshot, and her eyeballs protruded.

He retracted his hand like an electric shock and patted her face lightly.

"mom?"

Unable to get a response, he looked at his hand incredulously, panic all over his face.

"No... it's not me... I didn't try hard... Mom!"

"mom!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He got off his body and knelt down beside the bed, holding her cold hand against his face, crying bitterly.

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After Lin Ge left, there was another stranger visitor from Lin's house.

As soon as he entered, he planned to take off his hat and salute. Lin Youyuan sat on the bed, his expression was much better than just after taking the medicine, and he waved his hand to stop.

"Things are ready, you can take them away."

It was the same folder, but only the check was in it, and Steward Lin picked it up and handed it to Feng Jianguo.

Holding this heavy tens of millions, Feng Jianguo was visibly startled, and the corners of his lips tightened.

He knew that once the money was taken, Lin's Mansion would fall.

Instead, Lin Youyuan smiled carelessly and coughed while clutching his kerchief.

"Take it, anyway, when the mission is over, your police can't really let the money fall into the hands of criminals, it's still Lin's boredom."

The old fox is indeed an old fox.

Feng Jianguo helplessly: "You don't want to support grassroots construction because of our hard work."

"Cough cough... I have been less supportive these years..." Lin Youyuan covered her lips and coughed a few times, put down her veil, and watched the old-spirited young man in front of him grow old, with hoarfrost growing on his temples. , I feel a little bit emotional.

"As soon as this matter is over, I can go with peace of mind."

Feng Jianguo was slightly moved, but he didn't know what to say or how to persuade him, his throat moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

"What I want to remind you is, Master Ding... old treacherous... not easy to deal with..." Speaking of this person, he wrinkled the quilt and gritted his teeth.

"Worth... Be sure to cut the grass and roots. He is full of wickedness. If he can be killed on the spot, he will be killed on the spot. Don't give him a chance to survive... No... Otherwise, there will be endless troubles."

Others may not know what kind of figure the old man in front of him was in the 1960s. He was famous in both black and white, and he was frightened to hear about it.

But he understood that Lin Youyuan's legs were the "masterpiece" of the top master.

Feng Jianguo stepped back, with his feet close together, and offered a standard military salute. He should be so solemn.

"Yes, I promise to complete the task."

Lin Youyuan waved his hand, seemingly tired.

When Feng Jianguo was about to turn around and leave, he asked again: "Why me?"

Lin Youyuan smiled without answering.

He thought he would never forget the day Lin Fan was kidnapped in 1982.

Both he and the police went mad. After fierce exchange of fire with the gangsters, the hostages were successfully rescued, but Lin Cheng was tortured to death.

In the chaos, everyone could only save Lin Cheng, including him.

Only this young and immature criminal policeman, probably just shortly after entering the job, was still wet and still had green stubble on his chin. He was the first to rush in, put his clothes on her, and ran out holding Lin Wei. He shed tears as he ran, crying like a child at a loss.

That is the most primitive awe and sympathy for life, and this expression has also surfaced on the faces of old friends.

From that moment on, he remembered the name of the little detective in his heart, and gave him help if he hadn't, watching him grow stronger, climbing step by step, standing at a height that ordinary people can hardly look up to. .

It's the same this time.

He chose to believe in him, that the immature little policeman still had a hot and innocent heart.

I hope this hope will not be lost.

After he left, Lin Youyuan tremblingly turned sideways, and took out a yellowish gray photo from the drawer beside the bed. It was a group photo of men and women.

One of the boys looked a lot like Song Yuhang.

His rough hand stroked the figure above, and tears rolled suddenly.

"Old man, we're going to meet again."

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In order to conceal others' eyes, Lin Fan went straight back home from the parking lot on the ground floor. As soon as I walked in, I went to take a shower. After I came out of the shower, I looked at the blood-stained clothes on the floor, frowned, and took a look with two fingers.

There is a notch on the hem.

Although she had done it naturally, and the incision looked like she had accidentally scratched it, but Lin Fan still saw the clue.

She laughed self-deprecatingly, picked up the alcohol bottle and poured it on, lit the lighter and threw it on it.

The flames ignited, and the evidence was burned.

Song Yuhang, you are destined to be disappointed this time.

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Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.

Technical Investigation Laboratory.

"Xiao Fang, where is the No. 03 inspection material? The one just delivered yesterday."

Fang Xin looked up from the microscope.

"Isn't it there? It's numbered in the cupboard."

"I can't find it, you can help me see it." An anxious voice came from a colleague.

Fang Xin helplessly said, "Fine, come, come."

She had to temporarily put the test tube in her hand into the test tube rack and ran to help.

After she left, someone passed by her test bench, and the whole process took less than three seconds.

Fang Xin ran back again, with the test tube still intact. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued.

The other colleagues are getting off work.

"Fang Xin, let's go."

"Aren't you leaving?"

She didn't lift her head: "No, I'll go back later, see you tomorrow."

The colleague yawned and patted her on the shoulder.

"see you tomorrow."