Half an hour later, Lin Qingsong met Lin Kaifeng who was swinging at the golf course as he wished.
He was accompanied by two caddies, and the partner he was negotiating with had already left.
"Now that you're here, change your clothes. How do you look in a suit?" Lin Kaifeng glanced at Lin Qingsong and said he didn't agree.
"Did you approve the cooperation with Jane's?" Lin Qingsong didn't want to tell him this and went straight to the point.
The plan proposed by Jane was full of errors, but it was put in front of him as a formal issue. Either his people didn't want to do it, or Lin Kaifeng wanted to achieve this cooperation.
"What's wrong?" Lin Kaifeng handed the club in his hand to the caddy, "Jane wants to do antique-related business, and the Zhu family really needs an errand boy."
"They are not qualified." Lin Qingsong spoke directly, "We have better choices."
"What does it matter? If the Jian family and the Zhu family become in-laws, then all these problems will be solved." Lin Kaifeng didn't care, "As long as the Zhu family wants to take care of them, it's okay to bring unqualified students to the passing line."
Lin Qingsong looked unhappy: "I said that Jian Fangshu and I are over."
"So what?" Lin Kaifeng didn't care, "You have her in your heart, and she has you in her heart. There is no one else to bother you now, so why bother?"
"This is my business," Lin Qingsong became irritated and lost interest in talking.
Lin Kaifeng sighed: "Your mother and I didn't consider what happened back then. We simplified the relationship between you. Now that Jian Fangshu is back, if you like..."
"I have nothing to do with her anymore." Lin Qingsong interrupted Lin Kaifeng and got angry inexplicably, "You were the ones who wanted us to break up back then, and you are the ones who want us to be together now. I already have a girlfriend, you What do you want her to think?"
He said it very seriously. Lin Kaifeng glanced at him and then took the cue: "I don't care how you played before. Let's talk to Jian Fangshu again. You two have a relationship and the misunderstanding will be resolved. Again. The Chinese New Year will be here in a month, bring her back to meet your mother then."
Lin Qingsong was about to retort, but at this moment a phone call came in suddenly.
It's Su Ye's phone number.
"Lin Qingsong," Su Ye's breath was unsteady, "A deceased person appeared who died of the same cause as Lin Xuedi."
…
The restoration of lacquer coffins is very complex and requires a safe space to isolate germs. Therefore, specific protective clothing should be worn when entering and exiting to prevent external bacterial spores from being brought into the restoration room and causing secondary contamination and damage.
"Ren Zixian, look, the director has stepped down. The students who have been exploited by him cannot thank you enough." Qin Yiyi stood outside the laboratory, talking to Ren Zixian.
Ren Zixian was debugging the equipment injected with sterilant. Qin Yiyi was browsing the forum outside when her expression suddenly changed: "Ren Zixian... Ren Zixian!"
"What?" Ren Zixian heard what she said was wrong.
"Li Shangshang." Qin Yiyi's eyes widened, "Senior Li Shangshang died... of fungal infection... in Yihua Hospital..."
The air flowing around Ren Zixian seemed to freeze for an instant, and everything around him became gray.
Her senses were cleared in an instant, and memories came flooding in to block her thinking, which was particularly uncomfortable.
Lin Xuedi's death four years ago was also such an announcement.
Ren Zixian held her cell phone and walked to Lin Xuedi's hearse. She was stopped by the medical staff.
People were coming and going at the entrance of the hospital, but no one wanted to see this scene.
She cried and sobbed: "No way, he lied to me!"
She could barely stand, and the nurse couldn't bear to hold Ren Zixian, who had almost fallen, in her arms: "Stop crying, he will be sent back to Yanshi for burial. Please bear with me."
Instantly, air rushed into Ren Zixian's mouth and nose, and the antiseptic in her hand fell and spread all over the floor. She almost knelt on the ground and coughed, with tears irritated by the medicine in her eyes.
The illusion drifted before her eyes, while incandescent light shone in from the outside world.
I couldn't open my eyes, so I could only squint to see. The bloody mist surged up around her, almost sucking the air away from her.
"Let yourself be free!" Qin Yiyi's voice became more and more distant...
Ren Zixian couldn't wake up, and could only let the thick blood mist drag her consciousness into the abyss...
What did she overlook? Is there anything she didn't discover after Lin Xuedi's death...
Restoration of cultural relics... Lin Xuedi died of fungal infection... Who concealed her relationship with Lin Xuedi?
…
When Lin Qingsong walked into the hospital VIP room, Su Ye was about to call him again.
"So what's going on now?" Lin Qingsong asked.
"The deceased this time was very strange." Su Ye pushed the information in front of him. "In the first few days, he had symptoms of cold and fever. Just like ordinary flu, the deceased did not take it seriously. However, on the fourth day, he started to have a high fever and fell into coma. He woke up, and then his organs began to fail, starting with his lungs, and he died in just one day..."
When Lin Xuedi passed away, she still struggled for a few days. Lin Qingsong looked at the physical signs report: "What is the identity of the deceased?"
Su Ye paused for a moment, and then said, "Professor Mo Wen's third-year graduate student."
Lin Qingsong keenly noticed something was wrong: "Another student of Wenxiu?"
"Yes, Lin Xuedi was also an arts student, and he died of fungal infection..." Su Ye said, "The specific results have to wait for the autopsy report. But I discovered a situation when I talked with the family of the deceased before."
Lin Qingsong looked at Su Ye, who continued: "This student used other people's papers for defense a few months ago, and was exposed on the spot. He never went to Yan University until his death."
"Plagiarized paper?"
"Yes," Su Ye said, "I checked at the time and found out that this student put forward a very significant argument and then tried it. But when I was inspecting the literary factory, I couldn't do it no matter how many times I did it. Then I found out She plagiarized a paper from biology professor Jiang Li’s laboratory.”
"Professor Jiang Li?" Lin Qingsong's eyebrows twitched, "She was Ren Zixian's teacher when he was studying microbiology."
Su Ye was surprised: "That little lover of yours?"
Lin Qingsong nodded: "This matter is getting more and more interesting. Lin Xuedi was infected at the excavation site of the ancient tomb, but this student has not been to the excavation site."
"Yes, this is the strange thing. Under normal circumstances, if Lin Xuedi was infected with a fungal virus in the wild, the virus should not spread in the city. So how did the deceased in the middle of the city come into contact with the pathogen? And it’s obvious that the virus strain has been purified, so she died much faster than Lin Xuedi.”
"Have you investigated surveillance?" Lin Qingsong asked.
"Because this may involve poisoning, we called the police as soon as possible. The police did not find anything abnormal after calling the surveillance."
Lin Qingsong subconsciously turned on his phone, but Ren Zixian still didn't send him a message.
He turned around and asked Wang Qi: "Where is Ren Zixian?"
"Ren Zixian took sick leave today and should be at home." Wang Qi replied.
"If you have any news, please reply to me directly. I'll go back and see her first." Lin Qingsong stood up, "If you can help me in any way, just tell me."
Su Ye knew that he was talking about the marriage between the Su and Tang families. He shook his head and said, "It's already very troublesome, so please stop interfering."
Lin Qingsong was silent for a moment: "Thank you anyway."
…
When Ren Zixian woke up, the surroundings were plunged into darkness, with a warm quilt at his hand and a cluster of weak sleep lights above his head.
The sound of the water in the shower became clearer and clearer. Ren Zixian tilted his head. The dazzling light of the mobile phone was placed on the bedside. From Ren Zixian's angle, he could clearly see the message on the screen.
[Jian Fangshu: I think we should have a good talk. 】
[Jian Fangshu: I know what you mean, but marriage is the best way at the moment, and our past cannot be erased. 】
[Jian Fangshu: Call me back when you have time. 】
Lin Qingsong had deleted all previous conversations, and Ren Zixian did not see any other messages.
These messages were obviously sent just after Lin Qingsong left.
Lin Qingsong came out of the shower and saw Ren Zixian huddled in the quilt, apparently not awake yet.
"Why did you sleep for so long?" Lin Qingsong asked the doctor. He just needed a good rest if he was tired for a long time.
Lin Qingsong took the phone and read Jian Fangshu's message, but did not reply.
Through the conversation page, he clicked on Jian Fangshu's personal photo album.
She was still in Switzerland when she posted a message. Amidst the white snow, she was wearing a red winter suit and ski equipment, smiling at the camera.
Lin Qingsong admitted that he had indeed deliberately avoided news about Jian Fangshu in the past few years since he broke up with Jian Fangshu.
But the circle is so big that sometimes he can't avoid it.
Jian Fangshu went to Switzerland, where she chose an art-related major, and many people followed her...
It was as if these messages were deliberately coming to his side.
Perhaps the Swiss food was not to his taste, but Jian Fangshu was much thinner than before, and his behavior was more steady.
After meeting her today, Lin Qingsong felt for the first time what time flies by. The girl who used to lose her temper has grown up.
After Lin Qingsong exited, he clicked off the screen and turned around to see that Ren Zixian had woken up and was looking at him.
"When did you wake up?" He panicked for no reason, realizing that his tone was wrong, "Why were you so tired that you fell asleep at school?"
Ren Zixian hummed slightly and sat up: "I'll cook for you."
Lin Qingsong sat by the bed, Ren Zixian didn't say anything, but he just felt restless.
She saw Jian Fangshu's photo...
Lin Qingsong reached out and grabbed Ren Zixian, who was pushed onto the bed before he could even hiss.
"Did you see it?" Lin Qingsong asked in a low voice.
Ren Zixian was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was asking about the previous chat records again, and then nodded: "I saw it."
She was imprisoned on the bed by Lin Qingsong. She didn't resist but looked like she was getting everything she wanted.
Perhaps it was too forced to look directly at him. Ren Zixian's eyes wandered a little. Just as he was about to tilt his head, Lin Qingsong pinched his chin: "Is there anything you want to ask me?"
