Yun Ming woke up and found himself lying in a ward.
The memory before coma gradually became clearer. He was knocked unconscious by Jiang Yao's punch. He raised his hand to touch his forehead and nose, and it no longer hurt.
Slowly helping himself to sit up, he discovered an iron ring on his right leg. Yun Ming recognized this thing. It was a restraint device commonly used in prisons and detention centers. Once the prisoner steps out of the prescribed range of activities, it will immediately release electric current and electrocute the prisoner.
"Ah, you finally woke up." A lazy voice came from the left: "You slept soundly."
Yun Ming opened the curtain. It turned out that this was a double ward. The person who had just spoken was an Asian young man, about the same age as Yun Ming. He was also wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. His left leg was slung in a plaster cast. Look at this Dressed like his "patient", he was reading the paper book with relish at the moment.
"Where is this place? Who are you? How long have I been sleeping?" Yun Ming asked. The first two questions were what Yun Ming wanted to know urgently, and the latter question was asked because, based on what this person had just said, it seemed that he had been unconscious for longer than he thought.
The patient flipped the half-read book upside down on the small table and looked at Yun Ming: "Okay, okay, I can explain it to you slowly."
"As you can see, we are now in a private hospital in Shanghai. My name is Lin Zhengying, and my English name is Leonardo, your roommate. I guess we were assigned to the same ward because of the same thing. As for you being asleep..." Lin Zhengying looked up at the clock: "A little more than three hours."
"Well..." Ignore this person's full of Chinese and English names (because of the sharp population decline caused by the War of Fire, many languages disappeared. English and Chinese, which are the most widely used and spoken by the most people, have become the official languages of the Federation, so this It’s not surprising that people in the world have names in both Chinese and English.) One sentence caught Yun Ming’s attention: “What does it mean to be “grouped together because of the same thing”?”
"Easy to say." Lin Zhengying cleared her throat and said: "I work at Pier 7 of Shanghai Port. Yesterday we received news that goods will enter our terminal on the morning of the 27th. We need to arrange delivery to the ocean liner, so the superiors sent me The team is responsible for keeping the cargo safe.”
"But in the early morning of the 27th, we were attacked by an armed force of unknown origin. They were well-equipped and well-trained, and we were no match."
"Soon I was the only one left in the team. I wanted to escape, but I was shot in the leg and couldn't escape at all. Just when I thought my life was over, a third party came in. There were only a few of them, but One is worth ten." His voice gradually became louder: "I know you may not believe it, but I even saw a man making thunder and lightning with his palm! Several of the bastards who attacked us were chopped to death! That was me A weapon you’ve never seen before!”
"I think that might not be a weapon..." Yun Ming murmured, thinking of the man in black whose neck was cut with iron pliers and Jiang Yao who survived the explosion.
Lin Zhengying didn't seem to hear Yun Ming's muttering, and continued: "Those people killed the attackers in just a moment. They brought me here, treated the wounds, and placed me here."
"You were brought here not long after. Where were you injured? Didn't you see it?"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a petite young nurse came in.
"Both of you are fine after treatment. Please prepare for a routine interrogation in half an hour." After she finished speaking, she left without giving Yun Ming any time to ask questions.
"Haha, what I thought was indeed correct. We were divided into the same room to facilitate the interrogation." Seeing Yun Ming's expression of "I am willing to hear the details", Lin Zhengying continued to talk.
"This ward must have cameras and monitors that we couldn't find at the moment. Every move we make is in the eyes of the people who caught us here."
"I guess you are the mercenary responsible for escorting the goods to the port, right? We are all small roles. How could we know about the conspiracy behind the scenes? The people who arrested us thought the same way, and they were just trying it with the idea of just in case. Us. Now, lock us in a room. We, who don’t know there are surveillance cameras, just tell us everything. It will definitely be faster than the interrogation! They sit in the surveillance room and listen to our chat. Just one mark will do, and the interrogation effort will be saved.”
Yun Ming gave a thumbs up: "Best regards, Brother Lin!"
"Hahahaha, don't dare to take it seriously, don't take it seriously..."
"Brother Lin, according to your statement, you have been in this room for more than three hours and have been reading books since then?" Yun Ming pointed to the book on the buckle.
"Yeah, it's impossible to give electronic products. It's good to pass the time with this book..."
"oh…"
"Okay, don't go too far. Brother, tell me what you know."
Yun Ming thought for a while and said, "I do know something."
"For example... I know you are not a security guard at the port, this is not a hospital, and your name is not Lin Zhengying or Leonardo."
"Don't rush to refute it yet. You have too many flaws. I can speak slowly. Please listen."
"Lin Zhengying" changed his face several times, but finally did not speak.
"First of all, when I asked you how long I slept, you glanced at the clock and replied that I slept for more than three hours."
"The flaw in this answer is that of your two actions, the latter preceded the former. You blurted out the answer before you looked at the clock."
"Secondly, you said you were shot in the leg, but why would you wear a plaster for the gunshot wound? But of course we can't rule out the possibility that your bones were broken."
"Then you said that all the people who attacked you were slaughtered. I don't think the mysterious third party would be that stupid. As you said, minions like us can also keep alive for the possible value, let alone more value. Where are the attackers?"
"Finally, I asked you to confirm whether you had been reading for three hours, and you answered yes. If what you said is true, then your reading efficiency is really low." Yun Ming pointed to the upside-down book.
"Lin Zhengying" simply opened it and found it on page 35. The whole book has more than 400 pages.
"Any more?"
"Well... the nurse who just came in, even though this is a private hospital, her appearance is too good." Yun Ming smiled: "This is not a big flaw."
"Okay, I'll bring your compliments." The young man shrugged, as if he was quite familiar with the girl just now.
After this conversation, the two fell into a brief silence like dead water. It was Yun Ming who took the initiative to speak: "Actually, you shouldn't have those two names."
"Oh?" The young man tilted his head curiously: "It's just a celebrity name I picked at random."
"I know that few people will remember the movie stars from more than half a century ago, but unfortunately, I only remember these two. It is a coincidence that they have the same name once, but it is very intriguing that they have the same name twice and they are both actors. "
When Yun Ming said this, "Lin Zhengying" was removing the plaster on his left leg, and then walked out expressionlessly.
…
Two people were standing in front of the "ward" door.
"Are you sure?" Xia Yan asked.
"Although further confirmation is needed, I think it's basically OK." The person who answered him was "Lin Zhengying" who had just walked out of the door. His real name is Pu Cheshi, and he is a torture officer of the federal special department "BTS".
"Just because of Lin Zhengying and Leonardo?"
"As he said, few people will remember movie stars from more than half a century ago." Pu Cheshi paused: "Unless Lin Zhengying and Leonardo DiCaprio are not that long for this person. Former characters.”
"Well, I hope this guy isn't a movie buff." Xia Yan pushed the door open and entered.
"Hello, Mr. Yun, we met a few hours ago."
"My name is Xia Yan."
"Deputy Minister of Federal Special Service BTS."
