After some exchange of words, Lin Zihan was kicked out of the misty world by the red shadow. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was lying on a bed. To be precise, why did he look like that? A formation.
Lin Zihan looked at the strange lines on the sheets, and then looked at the wisps of green smoke in the room, which looked like an alchemy room of some fairy sect in the novel world.
After forcing himself to do it, Lin Zihan carefully looked at the layout of the room. It could only be described as crude. The layout was old and even more desperate than the time when Lin Zihan woke up in Lin Yafeng's room.
"Did I be rescued by that primitive village native?" Lin Zihan looked at the clothes he was wearing. They looked like the Taoist robes in the TV series Xiuxian Sect. They were plain white and had wide sleeves. If he was wearing a long robe, Fa, it's more like it.
"Are you awake?" An old and hoarse voice sounded.
The sound was obviously so slight, but it was like a heavy hammer, slamming into Lin Zihan's heart.
After a moment of confusion, Lin Zihan responded vaguely, and then he saw an old man playing with the compass in his hand on another rocking chair in the distance. "Excuse me, was it you who saved me?" Lin Zihan got up and got out of bed, looking around the room. Although it was simple, it was spotless.
"So, to be precise, one of your friends saved you, but he had more important things to do." The old man said, his eyes still fixed on the compass, ignoring Lin Zihan's surprised look.
"Old man, I need to tell you that cultivating immortals is all written in novels. They are fake..." Lin Zihan said tentatively, with some persuasion and worry in his tone. He was worried that if this old man went crazy, wouldn't he really want to cultivate to immortals? Like a madman.
"I know, I'm not crazy, nor am I schizophrenic like some people. I've just lived for a long time and lived a bit old-fashioned." The old man said, his tone seemed dissatisfied, and he was even more tit-for-tat with Lin Zihan. .
Feeling the tit-for-tat in the old man's words, Lin Zihan scratched his head sheepishly and showed a simple and honest smile. This seemingly harmless smile was incompatible with Lin Zihan's identity as a cold killer.
"Old man, the schizophrenia you are talking about, do you mean me?" Lin Zihan realized that every word the old man spoke seemed to be directed at him. This disdainful and sarcastic tone reminded Lin Zihan of a person, An old friend couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
"Maybe I'm overthinking, why would he do such a weird thing." Lin Zihan said to himself, his eyes swept over the old man's hand, and he clearly saw an obvious scar on the old man's palm.
"I...I can see?" Lin Zihan felt incredible. He reached out and touched his eye sockets. He brought nothing with him. There was no external spiritual connection, no frame constraints of glasses, but he truly touched his own eye sockets. ,eyelash.
"It seems that he is indeed mentally disturbed." The old man said with great disdain, with a slight mockery of Lin Zihan's behavior in his tone. He just glanced at Lin Zihan while fiddling with the compass.
Lin Zihan, who had been excited for a long time, finally calmed down and carefully savored what the old man said.
"Is schizophrenia so obvious?" Lin Zihan asked in confusion. He had just woken up, and he had even done something, but the old man seemed to have realized that he was schizophrenic.
"Indeed, everyone would feel this way when they see it." The old man said, gently put away the compass in his hand, flicked his loose sleeves, and pointed at a mirror hanging on the wall.
Lin Zihan, whose eyes were fixed on the old man, could clearly see at this moment that there was indeed a tender scar on the palm of the old man's hand. The new muscles were pink and tender, which was incompatible with the slightly rough skin around him.
Looking in the direction of the old man's finger, Lin Zihan looked at himself in the mirror. He had black hair with long tips hanging diagonally on his face, covering half of his face. Perhaps it was lost because he hadn't taken care of it for too long. The style of the past.
What surprised Lin Zihan the most was that his eyes were not deep black or dry brown, but one red and one blue. The red and blue eyeballs on the white eyeballs looked so evil.
"This..." Lin Zihan didn't believe what he saw. One of them was that he had fallen asleep and had not yet woken up. He rubbed his eyes vigorously. But Lin Zihan in the mirror still had strange eyes.
One was as blue as a glacier, and the other was as red as a sea of blood. Lin Zihan's eyes stared intently at himself in the mirror. Only when his eyes were tired did he slowly remove his gaze from the window.
"I've heard of schizophrenia, but this is the first time I've seen someone with schizophrenia." Lin Zihan said to himself. In the blue sky outside the house, there was no trace of debris, only endless deep blue, which seemed to be using Lin Zihan answered silently.
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"Master, this is the fourth time this month that there has been a riot in our rented shop." Huang Zhizong handed a document to Wang Qin's desk and said in a low voice, with a slightly panicked look that almost made Huang Zhizong's hand hit. Turned over the pen holder on the table.
"Uncle Huang, we can just leave this kind of matter to the people below to deal with it in the future." Wang Qin put his hands on his forehead and pressed his temples to relieve his fatigue.
"If this matter is not handled well, it will affect Dihao's reputation, and some people are threatening to make Dihao pay for his stupidity." Huang Zhizong lowered his head, but his eyes were always watching the change in Wang Qin's expression, for fear of saying anything else. Wang Qin will be furious.
"Moreover, some people are now making a fuss about Dihao's previous scandal, saying that Dihao conducts inhumane virus research and..." Huang Zhizong did not continue, but looked at Wang Qin tentatively, his voice as soft as a mosquito.
"Go on, Uncle Huang, what worse news can there be." Wang Qin glanced at Huang Zhizong and continued to choose to close his eyes and rest, suppressing the anger in his heart.
"There are even rumors that Dihao carried out the genetic man project, and the person in charge who supported this plan was a bitch..."
"Shut up!" Wang Qin slammed the table and stood up. His hands left two deep palm prints on the iron-wood table. The chair behind him tilted and hit the wine cabinet, and the crystal window was directly smashed. An unopened bottle of Fila fell directly to the ground.
The aroma of aged wine spread, and a strong aroma of wine filled the entire room. This sweet smell of alcohol made Wang Qin even more angry, and his tired eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
"Can't they see the benefits that Emgrand has brought to them? Medical care, transportation, communications, entertainment... every construction plan in Nandu could not be realized without Emgrand. Without Emgrand's technology, Nandu would still be a backward city. "Wang Qin cursed, grabbed the pen holder on the table, and threw it on the mural.
"These unreasonable villagers, these vulgar trash." Wang Qi cursed and smashed the things on the table.
"Ding~" Just when Wang Qin was furious, a caller ID lighted up on the screen across the table. The upset Wang Qin didn't want to answer the call, but after looking at the string of numbers, he reluctantly pressed the button on the table. answer key.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do this time?" Wang Qin looked at the figure appearing on the screen and said impatiently.
"Why are you so angry? Who has offended our Young Master Wang again? I am willing to share the burden for Young Master Wang." A strange voice came from the screen.
Hearing the angry words, Wang Qin didn't want to pay attention at all, and just smiled coldly. Huang Zhizong ran behind Wang Qin, carefully lifted up the chair, and then stood behind the chair. He glanced at the person on the screen from the corner of his eye, with a slightly hostile look in his eyes.
"When did you become so kind and care about my situation?" Wang Qin's words also smelled like gunpowder. Leaning on the chair, Wang Qin didn't even want to look at the person on the screen. "My impression is that you are not a good person."
"Both each other. After all, in the eyes of the world, Mr. Wang's crime seems to be greater than mine. I heard that there are many voices against Dihao in Nandu." The voice of the figure on the screen has obviously been processed, and the voice came from the voice changer. A harsh sound.
"Can you please change to a better voice changer next time? Every time I hear this tingling noise, I feel like a rat in the sewer." Wang Qin also mocked mercilessly. How could Wang Qin, who was depressed and angry, be willing to be inferior in words?
"Master Wang, don't forget, we are on the same boat now." The person on the screen obviously didn't care about Wang Qin's words, and was still smoking a cigar leisurely and playing with a golden snake.
"If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. People like you and I who only dare to sneak are not the same kind of people, and I don't want to be the same kind of people as you." Wang Qin's words were full of disgust and disgust, and he was also a little helpless. After all, he We can't break up with Fengtian Pavilion yet.
"I need Dihao Laboratory to provide me with some preparations that can control the Hs virus." The master of Fengtian Pavilion said in a low voice, with a bit of pride in his tone, because he firmly believed that Wang Qin would not refuse.
"You have to know that virus preparations are contraband, and the entire empire is keeping it secret. You still want it?" Wang Qin rubbed his temples and looked at the screen, his eyes full of suspicion.
"I will send someone to pick it up in five days. I believe Mr. Wang will give me a satisfactory answer." The master of Fengtian Pavilion arrogantly turned off the communication, leaving behind a self-righteous look in the end.
"Master, we haven't found any information about Fengtian Pavilion so far. We don't know who they are. Will it be good for us to accommodate them again and again like this... "Huang Zhizong is obviously dissatisfied with Fengtian Pavilion's actions.
This mysterious man who suddenly appeared more than ten years ago calls himself the Master of Fengtian Pavilion. He has been cooperating with confidence since he holds some secrets about Dihao, and now he is even more aggressive.
"So what? After all, we have been favored by others, who knows what his intentions are? What's more, once the information in his hand is leaked, it will be enough to cause Dihao's status in Nandu to plummet." Wang Qin shook his head. , said helplessly.
"You should contact the government immediately and ask them to arrange the security bureau and escort troops. They will definitely protect Dihao from the threat of thugs." Wang Qin also calmed down a lot at this moment. After being ridiculed by the master of Fengtian Pavilion, Wang Qin could only think in his heart Depressed.
