Chapter 296: Wufu 133

The dynasty rubbed his eyes and was at a loss.
The world is so big, and personal strength is too weak, it seems that nothing is of much use.
He typed a few keystrokes, typed inexplicable lines of code, and was a bit discouraged at the thought of something once.
At this time, he felt someone pressing his hand on his neck, his palms were large, and there were thick cocoons on his joints and fingertips.
The dynasty certainly knew whose hand it was.
And this action is really gentle and soothing, he turned his head like a ghost.
"Go to bed."
"Boss ..."
Xing Conglian said, "I'm a little confident. Go to sleep first."
"Virus ..."
How could I be confident.
Dynasty thought.
"First of all, this is a promotional material. Regardless of whether the other party is ready to use it, when we see it, they can only continue to bite the bullet."
With this in mind, what key did the dynasty like to seize: "Can't hide it, but can only prepare to fight it?"
"If there are large-scale materials related to Bonal virus on the Internet, it will prove that they are probably at the end of the crossbow."
That's the sentence from Conglian.
The monitoring alarm in the lower right corner of the computer sounds.
He immediately opened it.
In the pop-up window, the keywords related to "virus" and "infection" he set explosively increased with geometric values, exceeding the safety threshold.
"It's started." He turned the screen and showed him the boss.
The faces of everyone inside and outside the screen were stunned.
But he knew in advance what would happen, and he didn't feel helpless.
"The dog jumped off the wall, huh."
Xun Cong even put out the smoke.
"What to do next?" The Dynasty asked.
Xing Conglian thought for a moment and said, "I'll call Su Fengzi."
He didn't stop talking.
The phone on the desktop lit up, the incoming call was an unknown number, and the dynasty was horrified and immediately wanted to find a signal tracking device.
What can be punished in advance from Lien Xiang, his face is somber and hesitates to connect without hesitation.
"The criminal squad ... I am Chu Wei in the detention center."
"Chu."
"This ... Counselor Lin is on the hospital rooftop. We are not professional and dare not persuade ... see ..."
The dynasty was close enough to hear the careful wording inside.
He was stiff and completely sleepless.
"I see." Xun Lian paused for a long time, then said, "Let your people back, don't disturb him."
When he finished, he looked at the two people on the video phone and said, "Sorry."
After that, he closed the laptop with a snap, and wiped his face with his hands.
But he has already received public opinion early warning, so the command center's response will not be slow.
Within two minutes of hanging up the call from the hospital, Xun Lianlian received the next call from Minister Shen. .
He already had a hunch and said directly after answering the phone: "Wait for three minutes and report the situation after three minutes."
After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
There is very little time left for Xunlian to think.
On the one hand is the bad brother Chen Chen, and on the other is the dog jumping off the wall.
The dynasty looked in his eyes, but he didn't know what to do except to be anxious.
Xing Conglian held the phone, opened the address book, and swiped his finger across the contact list.
He rubbed his cell phone frame, wondering what he was thinking.
When the dynasty thought he would call Brother Achen, he saw his boss sticking his phone to his ear, and later said: "Fengzi, this is the situation ..."
Xing Lian began to brief one of his allies on the latest progress of the case.
Su Fengzi listened to the phone call for a while, and never quipped again, but said, "I'm afraid that the transmission of Bonal's disease virus has not actually reached the most ideal and efficient way, so they want to use drugs and viruses to create mass panic. Either way, we have not used effective containment measures in the short term. ",
"Yes."
"Where is Lin Chen, has Shen Lian not let up, waiting for help?"
"He committed suicide and is still in the rescue."
Su Fengzi's breathing was stagnant, but she said sharply: "Avoid the positive answer, has Lin Chen been stimulated, and the situation is not good?"
Xun Lian took a deep breath and truthfully told him: "On the hospital rooftop."
"I see, don't tell him about the bdv virus for a while, and wait until he relaxes." Su Fengzi was extremely simple.
"I think so too," said Xun Lianlian, "but I need to deal with the plan briefly, aiming at public opinion control and possible group panic."
"I write a brief plan for you."
"Thank you."
"Thank you sister." Su Fengzi said that he was extremely impatient, "What happened to Lin Chen ..."
However, Xun Lian didn't answer and hung up the phone.
The dynasty looked at the time, and one minute left before his boss scheduled to report the situation.
At this moment, his boss looked at him with firm eyes: "Find a few people's phone numbers and go to bed. You have a two-hour break."
...
Lin Chen went to the rooftop just to blow hair.
In the early morning, the temperature was neither cold nor hot, with blue sky and white clouds, not as boring as the door of the operating room.
Of course, the scenes of self-discipline, the blood spewing from her mouth, and the blue pencil were all striking.
Sometimes Lin Chen can still see the white stubble, but he doesn't know if it came from imagination or what happened.
But none of this matters.
He sat cross-legged, leaning his back on the concrete wall, his hands hanging on his legs, and the ground was cold.
Because of the roof structure, he was looking for a place to lean against his back, which was closer to the edge of the roof.
He probably knew that it looked like suicide, but he didn't have the energy to care about the emotions of so many people.
He is really tired.
To be honest, although he always felt that his life was very bad, he never believed in fate.
Not only that, he didn't believe that the truth should be late in karma and retribution, and justice would never be absent from these words.
Because the role of soul chicken soup is to hold people in despair with faith, but its disadvantages are also obvious. People will think that the original axioms of the heavens are at work.
But in fact, there is no such thing, heaven is the most fair, everyone is like a mustard.
It is man who truly fights for justice and truth.
But also because there is no natural reason, so many times, there will be so many powerless people.
Lin Chen closed her eyes.
Although the surrounding weather was bright, he felt he was still standing in the narrow bathroom of the detention center.
He supported the sink, like splitting into two people.
It's dark and bright.
People on one side are desperate and lonely, and others are colorful and fragmented because of the reflection of cellophane.
He was thinking about Huang Weiwei.
A vague smile appeared on the cellophane.
He looked at her and she smiled at him.
If there is truth, or if the fate of a person is to be judged according to his good or bad, then on the scale of fate, Huang Weiwei has the most reason to stand at the end.
But Huang Weiwei is dead.
He thought of Song Shengsheng again.
He searched his bowels and tried to find a precise wording to sum up Song Shengsheng.
Really beautiful life.
He can only think of this sentence.
So Song Shengsheng also died.
Of course, this causality is not very clear.
But there is no clear cause and effect.
Whether Fang Zhiming or Xu Ran, what are the reasons why they must die?
There are four more people.
Four people exchange tens of millions of innocent people, more cost-effective trading, really should choose ...
That's all over.
Lin Chen knew that he was now digging into the horns, and the person responsible for all this was the murderer, not God.
But since there are murderers, they should stop each other, instead of watching the tragedies happen constantly.
Nothing can be done, it is really incompetent.
Therefore, he now does not want to admit that the other party is too powerful, nor does he want to admit that he is incompetent.
Fate can only be considered as a blind arbiter, the world is so impermanent and irrational, so no matter what happens, it will not be too far-fetched.
Lin Chen realized that, in fact, he could not convince himself, and could not convince Shen Lian.
He held the phone and squeezed, without calling.
Since Xing Lianlian did not call, the situation was bad.
He blinked, the wind was blowing, his face was facing the sun, and he could feel the bright red blood vessels under the eyelids.
He knew he was sick, but it was very comfortable.
Immersed in helpless despair, there is no need to use effort to reach a state of satisfaction and satisfaction of others.
How good ...
If this is a tragic story, it can almost end with the hero's suicide.
But unfortunately, reality is more cruel than the story, because no matter how miserable the reality is, the script is written by yourself, and no one will be responsible for your life, so most of the time, you can only survive.
Da da……
The door opened, and timid footsteps sounded on the roof.
Lin Chen rubbed his face, and wanted to tell the other party when he approached, he didn't mean to commit suicide, just let him be quiet.
But the light milk taste came with the wind.
He turned his head and saw a round and strong face.
Lin Chen froze.
"Why are you here?" He asked reluctantly.
The visitor certainly did not answer.
Lin Chen patted the ground around him, let the other party come over and sit down.
However, soon Lin Chen sank in his arms, and the other side even sat down on his crossed legs.
A little fat man who loves all kinds of chicken drumburgers, of course, has a considerable weight.
Zheng Xiaoming chose to lean on him for his comfortable sitting position. Lin Chen was pressed to vomit blood.
He barely pulled his hand behind Zheng Xiaoming, circled the fat child in his arms, wanted to ask something, and was too lazy to talk, not everything had to be traced to the root.
Zheng Xiaoming also can't speak. After all, an autistic child lives in a completely different world from a normal person.
So they stayed together for a while and blew.
The child's soft hair root was against his neck, and he was too fleshy, and he felt very full in his arms.
After not knowing how long, Zheng Xiaoming finally started to act.
He twisted on Lin Chen for a while, and before Lin Chen's calf was about to be broken, he finally pulled something out of his pocket.
It was a white food wrapper with some patterns on it.
Wrapping paper was unfolded, and Lin Chen discovered that it was a KFC chicken leg?
He looked at classmate Zheng Xiaoming stupidly, the little boy's cheeks were overflowing, but he also greedily sucked the aroma of fried chicken wrapping paper, swallowed saliva, and showed him the pattern.
Zheng Xiaoming then handed the wrapping paper with debris to his hand and spread out the other hand.
Pinch your thumb with the of your index finger and rub it gently.
This action is more than familiar.
Lin Chen looked at the little fat man in the dark and clear, with a look of anticipation, he didn't know what to say.
"He asked you to come?"
He asked finally.