Fang Daichuan was in the hospital when he woke up.

The unique smell of disinfectant water and western medicine in the hospital made him feel nauseous. A strand of hair stuck in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to poke his hair away, and felt a slight tingling on the back of his hand during the action. Then he saw the infusion stand beside him. He moved, and the place on his chest where he had been bruised by himself had been bandaged, the teeth marks on the base of his thighs had been coated with medicine, and band-aids had been applied.

Fang Daichuan was not ashamed, he sat up suddenly, his face pale.

The nurse on the bed next door was taken aback by him and ran away with the needle. The little nurse nodded and said sorry to the patient, and shouted: "He's awake! You are coming in alone!"

A large crowd of people came in from outside the house.

The policeman in a light blue shirt looks on guard and is fully armed. Xiao Zhou and Brother Deng followed them, and Brother Deng looked solemn.

"What's the matter? Why am I here? Li...what about the others?!" He said anxiously.

A policeman held him down: "Don't get excited, you lie down, and slowly explain what is going on."

"Is there no one else by my side?!" Fang Daichuan raised his hand to unplug the infusion tube, "Where are the others?!"

Brother Deng held his hand and said, "Only you, everyone else is dead."

Fang Daichuan shook his heart and shrank fiercely.

A week ago.

Xiao Zhou got off the plane, but turned his head and received a call from the production team. He was frightened. Fang Daichuan's mobile phone and luggage are all with him, so he can't contact anyone.

She waited for Fang Daichuan in Qingdao all day and night, sitting in the hotel, she really didn't know what to do. In the end, she couldn't hide the whereabouts of the artist, so she called Brother Deng and called the police.

Although he is a small star on the 28th line, Fang Daichuan is considered a public figure, and his parents are in the public security system. The police attached great importance to it and immediately contacted the airport and called for surveillance.

As a result, the one that picked up Fang Daichuan was a licensed car. The police followed the license plate and found the abandoned van on the beach. After further investigation, they found that the car had picked up an address prospector in a park opposite the airport. The camera recorded them "pick up". The scene of walking the other side doesn't look kind and friendly.

Following the investigation of the social relationship of the seismic prospector surnamed Chen, the police discovered strangely that many related personnel, including old Chen’s colleagues, former colleagues, etc., had disappeared strangely in one day.

Fang Daichuan was outside of these people, and the others were different. The relationship between them was inextricably linked. Starting from the exploration site alone, the police found a small island on the high seas that must pass through Shandong. Layers of clues all point to a foreigner named Li Sinian in Chinese, the grandson of Flores, the godfather of the American Mafia.

"Li Sinian, a Chinese-American mixed race, has a history of drug abuse. He has been trained in Sino-Ocean Security Company for 13 years. He bought the island through the local government registration a few years ago. We also retrieved his treatment records at a psychology clinic in North America. ," The police of the task force looked serious and reported to their superiors, "This person once suffered from moderate depression and was treated with addictive drugs. He is an out-and-out antisocial personality."

The police found the entry and exit records of the other party's entry into China. On the projector, a grim-faced young man came out from the airport, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, took off the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, and looked straight into the camera with his light amber eyes. Then he hurried away and got into a local photo car.

All his actions in China became clear. He gathered all the people who had connections with that island and distributed invitations. Perhaps out of selfish desire for revenge, perhaps a guilty conscience, or perhaps attracted by huge bonuses or threatened, these people rushed to Shandong at the same time and left Chinese territory by helicopter.

The police station did not find the person hiding behind him. In fact, it was able to find this point in just seven days, which means it can be done in China. The information is open to the public security system, and there is monitoring everywhere, and the vehicles are all real-named. . The actions on the surface are indeed done by Li Sinian. The construction of the island, the setting of the game, the decoration and the invitation letter all directly point to Li Sinian.

"Boss, look at this," the police officer looked grim and handed a volume of materials. "The novel that Li Sinian serialized on social networking sites, "The Werewolf Game", we translated the key chapters overnight, please take a look."

After reading ten lines at a glance, the deputy bureau's expression suddenly changed: "Contact the local government, we must act as soon as possible!"

They dispatched helicopters and warships to the small island to rescue the Chinese hostages. Like all the plots of police and criminal films, they arrived late.

When they arrived, the entire island had been razed to the ground by the volcano. The volcano is still erupting, volcanic ash and sacrificial foam cover the sky, their ships cannot get close, and the helicopters can only pull high and circle the island.

Fang Daichuan only lowered his head and said nothing after listening to them.

"We picked you up at a port in Qingdao. You were lying in a small fishing boat. The fishing boat was tied to the dock. It was discovered by local fishermen and reported to the police. Now I hope you can cooperate with the police and explain how you got from the island. Escaped? Where are the other hostages on the island?" The police opened the recorder in the ward.

A young doctor knocked on the door of the ward and walked in frowning: "You have something to go to the police station and say, how can such a big room be crowded so that the patients can recuperate?

The few policemen looked at each other and stood in a stalemate for a while, seeing that Fang Daichuan did not cooperate. Finally, the deputy bureau gave a wink, and the few people all stepped out, leaving only the deputy bureau, Deng Ge and Xiao Zhou in the room.

"Chuan'er, our little comrade is under great pressure to solve the case and has a bad tone. Don't take it to heart." The deputy bureau took a paper cup, picked up a cup of hot water at the corner of the room, and handed it to Fang Daichuan. My parents are familiar with each other, and they can be regarded as watching you grow up. You are a good boy. I must believe you."

Fang Daichuan reached out and took the water glass without speaking.

The deputy bureau looked at his face: "But this case is really weird. It involves so many people inexplicably. You are the only one who survived. We found this on you," he said and took out a transparent ziplock bag. , Tossed to Fang Daichuan, "I hope you can explain."

Fang Daichuan held out his hand stupidly. When he looked down, there was a small silver ring in the transparent bag. The plain white ring, the inner ring is engraved with the English letters of the flower body: "L&F".

His eyes blurred for an instant, shaking his fingers to open the bag, and put the small ring on the ring finger: "Where did it come from?" He sniffed.

"I found it in your pocket. I cut your clothes when I checked you. This thing fell out of your trouser pocket." The deputy bureau sighed and showed him another photo. It was Li Si When I left the airport in the year, when I took off my sunglasses, the tail ring of my right little finger was conspicuous. It was obviously a pair, "Do you know this person? How did you meet? What role do you play in this game?"

Fang Daichuan looked down at the photo. The man in the photo had a familiar and unfamiliar face with a gloomy and stern expression.

"We are lovers." He raised his head and stared at the deputy bureau. A tear suddenly slipped from his left eye. He quickly reached out and wiped it, and the infusion needle slipped between his hands, returning half a tube of blood, thrilling in the silence.

"Shit!" Before the deputy bureau said anything, Brother Deng jumped and cursed, "Which kind of love do you have? I have the passwords for all your accounts, and I have never seen this person on any of your social software!"

Brother Deng is really anxious. Although Fang Daichuan is not his only artist, or even his favorite one, he is the kid brought up under his hands. He can't eat and sleep for the past seven days, and his hairline has moved back. Half a centimeter, if it weren't for Fang Daichuan's injuries, he rushed to strangle him.

"Have you found him?" Fang Daichuan's eyes widened, with a thin layer of water in his eyes, like a pup who lost his home, making people distressed.

"Our helicopter circulated the announcement several times, and no one answered. The island is full of semi-solidified magma, and the highest mountain behind the magma is as high as one person. The house is buried for two floors, and no one can survive. Now." The deputy bureau was silent for a while and answered him like this.