"good."
In theory, anyone can look up information as long as they go online, but Meng Fei only has a mobile phone, which is too weak.
Fatty Chen can directly connect to the intranets of many national institutions in the Bureau of Abnormalities, and can also use the investigation authority of the Bureau of Abnormalities to check the hospital's database, which is very convenient.
"Tang Wenwen... I have a way."
Meng Fei thought for a moment.
"But you must never talk to her about technical issues."
"Then what are we talking about?"
"We can talk about literature and art."
"What literature and art?"
"You should read all the novels she wrote first."
"this……"
It's really a bit overwhelming.
"Just read the book and I will take care of the rest."
After hastily ending Fatty Chen's conversation, Meng Fei clicked on Tang Wenwen's profile picture.
"Are you there?"
"It's Brother Meng. I heard that you and Tingting went on a trip?"
"...That's right. Do you know Ai Yun, the big boss of the Lynx Group?"
Meng Fei decisively blocked the conversation with others to prevent her from focusing the topic on him.
“Who doesn’t know about Boss Ai?
"One of the top ten people on the rich list of Wutong City, right?"
"Ai Yun has a secret son, have you heard about it?"
"Really? Never heard of it. But the children of the Ai family are very mysterious until they reach adulthood."
"Help me check this illegitimate son Ai Yun."
Originally he was only known as his son, but in order to attract reporters' gossip, Meng Fei specifically defined him as an "illegitimate son".
"I want all his information, what is his name, how old he is, where he lives, what school he graduated from, what he did, etc., everything.
“It’s best to have first-hand information such as photos and videos.”
"Okay! Wrap it on me!"
“Also, go to Gray Magpie Hospital and look at the medical records starting from the third of this month.
"You can also ask the nurse and other patients in the same room.
"Oncology department, twenty-four rooms and four beds. This person may have lived there.
"Chen Han will help you find clues on the Internet. You first ask him what he found."
This matter was originally about online and offline cooperation. Meng Fei's method was both public and private, not only investigating the case but also creating opportunities for them.
"OK!"
The innocent Tang Wenwen didn't seem to notice it at all.
"You guys need to cooperate closely. You haven't had any trouble lately, have you?" Meng Fei added uneasily, remembering that Fatty Chen said that Tang Wenwen was a bit avoiding her.
"Don't worry, Brother Meng, little fat brother and I have always gotten along very well!"
Tang Wenwen said nonchalantly.
It seems that the situation is not as bad as Fatty Chen said. He is still very hopeful?
Putting away his phone, Meng Fei returned to the real world.
The Yuntian had already set sail and began to make a surging but steady, comfortable motor sound.
Soon, the waves receded quickly, and the small yacht turned into an ever-extending white line on the dark blue sea.
Zhangdao is not too big, with a radius of five kilometers and an area of about 20 square kilometers. It is more than 100 kilometers away from the coastline of Wutong City. So he couldn't see it even if he looked far away from here.
Passenger ships and cargo ships are constantly leaving from Wusong Pier, but most ships go to the northeast and southwest routes.
The Yuntian's direction was due east, and its speed was extremely fast. But after about ten minutes, there was almost nothing in the field of vision except sea water and clouds.
Meng Fei discovered that the sea water was no longer blue, but completely turned yellow like mud.
The sea water surged uneasily, and dark clouds seemed to hang low around the surroundings, rushing in like running animals. Fortunately, there was no thunder and lightning.
There are clouds and mist all around, and the visible distance is only a few hundred meters. The muddy sea water kept surging, slapping against the porthole glass.
The rocking of the ship made him want to vomit.
"Is it okay to sail in this weather?"
Meng Fei asked as the waiter came to clear away the slippery tea cups.
"Mr. Meng, please rest assured that winter storms usually only seriously block traffic this afternoon. The current situation is not bad.
"Our ship is responsible for the last sailing at the end of the year every year and has never had any accidents."
Meng Fei felt that this beautiful waitress was setting a flag. Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, something abnormal happened.
The cabin suddenly became eerily quiet. Meng Fei realized that the motor had stalled.
After rushing forward with inertia for a few seconds, the yacht stopped and floated on the sea.
"How is this going?"
"Mr. Meng, please wait patiently. The captain will explain the situation shortly."
The waitress looked obviously uneasy, but she pretended to be calm and answered with a smile.
Meng Fei guessed that the worst outcome would be an engine failure, and the yacht would be unable to move and would have to anchor here.
Can’t go to Zhangdao?
Theoretically, they could also contact Ai Ting's father Ai Yun and ask him to send a ship to pick her up.
He opened his phone and looked at it, and realized that this was impossible.
His cell phone had no signal. Neither the phone nor the internet works.
Because this is the sea, their mobile phones and Internet depend on the satellite communication equipment on the ship.
There is something wrong with the ship now, so communications are down.
But in addition to the general communication equipment on board, there is also a special rescue equipment with independent power supply. It should be no problem to call for rescue.
This place is not far from Wusong Port. As long as rescue comes, there will be time to be towed back to the harbor.
It would be troublesome if we were in the deep sea and encountered a winter storm and even rescue operations could not be dispatched. Maybe he will be buried in the sea.
Wait, isn't this a clumsy conspiracy?
If rescue comes and drags them back to Wusong Port, they will not be able to land on the island for the next week.
Will this have any consequences? Ai Yun died because he couldn't get a bone marrow transplant?
Although Meng Fei didn't know the inside story, he felt there was something wrong.
At this time, a slight sneer appeared on the lips of the man who was traveling with him. He stood up, picked up the huge suitcase that was as tall as a person in his hand again, and walked directly to the stairs leading to the second floor.
"Mr. Ai, please..."
The waiter tried to ask him to sit down, but he mercilessly ignored him. With unstoppable steps, he carried the box up the stairs.
As soon as he reached the second floor, he opened the porthole and took the box to the plywood on the second floor where the sea breeze filled the air.
The plywood was filled with wind and rain, but the winter storm was just beginning and not too severe yet.
This man didn't care that the raindrops were getting wet all over his body, and opened the large suitcase as if nothing had happened.
Under Meng Fei's shocked eyes, he put on a helmet and a compact layer of cold-proof clothing. He carried a pair of wide flying wings and an eye-catching fuel cylinder on his back.
Powered flight wingsuit?
Of course, ordinary people cannot control this thing, and only extreme flight enthusiasts can play it.
The powered flight wingsuit can be worn on the body, but due to the fuel limit, it can only fly for a maximum of twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes is definitely enough to reach Zhangdao!
Meng Fei understood.
The cold-faced guy was obviously prepared and knew that someone would do something on the yacht. This is what people have rich experience!
How is it like the innocent and good girl Ai Ting, who is sitting there either looking at the scenery or reading a book.
With just a bang, this guy flew out like a flying monkey, straight into the clouds and mist, and quickly disappeared.
The Yuntian No. was left behind like a fallen leaf floating on the water, still swaying in the waves.
Meng Fei also chuckled.
You have a flying wingsuit, but I have a system.
