Just when Zhan Jingyi asked Mr. Zhou where they were, he heard the sound of wheels rolling on the marble floor from behind a door not far away from the living room.
Immediately, the door was opened, and several medical staff in white coats carefully pushed an upright iron box about two meters high and walked in.
Zhan Jingyi took a quick look and saw that the iron box was tightly sealed. There was a small glass window in the upper part. A man's crazy and twisted face flashed through the glass window from time to time. From time to time, bursts of crazy voices came from the iron box. Bumping and knocking.
There was pain and anger in the voice, like a wounded and furious beast, roaring unwillingly.
Behind the iron box, there is an old man on crutches. He is wearing a dark blue Tang suit with dragon and phoenix patterns painted with gold thread. The collar and cuffs are inlaid with delicate gold edges. This outfit looks like the old man. The colorful light and shadow cast on his skin make the old man look more ancient and solemn.
The old man's wrinkles covered his forehead and corners of his eyes, and the traces of time carved deep wrinkles on his face, testifying to his rich life experience. His eyes were as deep as stars, shining with the light of wisdom, revealing a kind of insight into everything. He is deeply insightful, with some gray hair not messed up, a slender face, and a pair of black-framed eyes, which makes him look very elegant.
But in Zhan Jingyi's eyes, the old man looked a little tired, and he was even out of breath when walking.
Seeing the old man, Assistant Zhang walked over quickly and helped the old man over. The old man saw Zhan Jingyi and stretched out his right hand to him. Zhan Jingyi also reached out and shook the old man briefly.
The old man's hands are old and strong, like a pair of dead branches that have weathered the wind and rain, but they seem to contain infinite strength. His nails are clean and neat, showing a unique elegance and dignity.
"This is Mr. Zhou. I will not be involved in the specific treatment process. Let the two of you chat."
Seeing that Zhan Jingyi had shaken hands with Mr. Zhou, Assistant Zhang bowed to the old man as he spoke, then gestured to Zhan Jingyi and walked out the door.
At the same time, the medical staff who pushed the iron box in also walked out together.
In an instant, only Zhan Jingyi, Mr. Zhou on crutches, and the iron box that made crashing and roaring sounds were left in the empty living room.
"Please sit down!"
Mr. Zhou, who was leaning on crutches, sat on the sofa. After asking Zhan Jingyi to sit down, he sighed softly, glanced at the iron box, with a trace of pain in his eyes, and said, "This is my son Zhou Zheng. This year Thirty-one years old, he has been working in a club under our group. He has a master's degree in business administration and has been very talented in business since he was a child. Even many celebrities in the business world say that he is very talented in this area... …”
"That club is a book club. Its performance was very poor. I didn't expect to make money. It was more of a place for everyone to play. But since he took over a year ago, the business has improved a lot..."
"Alas, no one expected that at this moment, he would suddenly... contract a strange disease..."
"I have taken him to countless hospitals, visited countless famous doctors, and done many tests, but I can't find a specific reason. I can only suspect that he may have encountered something unclean..."
Zhan Jingyi, who was listening silently on the side, thought for a while and said, "I have only been in the industry for a short time. My professionalism in this field is not very high. How did you find me?"
"I have already found many people! I have even found some so-called masters."
Mr. Zhou sighed in a low voice and said: "My son's illness is very strange. I also used my connections and invited some experts from the 502 Institute to look at him privately, but I could never find any signs of contamination. But then As his condition gets worse, his abnormality becomes more and more obvious..."
"That……"
Zhan Jingyi heard that experts from the 502 institute had come to see it, but none of them were optimistic about it? He has met some of these experts, and they feel they are very professional. If even they can't do anything...
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it possible that he is really crazy?"
"Won't!"
Mr. Zhou's face suddenly changed, becoming a little serious in an instant, and he even said excitedly: "I will never believe this inference. First of all, my family has no genetic history of this, and if he is crazy, he will not be From mild to severe, although he was very uncomfortable before, he was always conscious, but it was only recently that his condition worsened and he lost some consciousness."
"From my point of view, it's very much like being haunted by a ghost, and he may have been affected by something. However, after he became ill, I sent someone to investigate his experience before the accident, and found nothing major. No matter from any angle, it’s inexplicable that he slowly became what he is now!”
Regarding his obviously excited attitude, Zhan Jingyi just nodded and did not continue on this topic.
"Mr. Zhan Wang, please understand."
At this time, Mr. Zhou seemed to have eased his emotions, sighed, and said: "I am almost seventy years old this year. My family members have left one after another in the past few years, and now he is the only one left. He is my only hope for survival, so I will cure him at any cost, otherwise... I don't know what's the point of living."
"It turns out that this son is so important, so I only gave him 200,000..."
Zhan Jingyi said in his heart: "It's only one-fiftieth of the value of this villa..."
But he was just thinking about it. After all, the contract had been signed, and he had to have the spirit of the contract.
And judging from the look on Mr. Zhou's face, he really cares about his son.
…
Zhan Jingyi thought for a moment and suddenly said: "Since you care about him so much, why not just hand it over to Institute 502? I have met Professor Li and others there, and they are all very professional."
"this……"
After hearing this, Mr. Zhou hesitated slightly, paused, and replied: "Mr. Zhan Wang may not know that although the Federation has been trying to keep the advent of the alternate dimension world secret, in fact many upper-level people have already known about the advent. And they all expressed surprise at the existence of some special pollution brought by the arrival."
"If word spreads about Zhou Zheng's contamination, even if he is really cured, he will be ostracized by many people. In that case, it may...have a serious impact on his future..."
"For a very smart and motivated good kid, this would be a consequence worse than death."
"For this reason, I will invite some experts to see him in private instead of handing him over to the 502 Institute directly. I just need to cure him in private, and...after curing him, continue to work on this matter. Keep it secret! That’s what’s best for him.”
After asking these questions clearly, Zhan Jingyi nodded. From Mr. Zhou's words, you can feel the dedication of a father for his children, which is really rare in a wealthy family.
After asking the question clearly, Zhan Jingyi glanced at the iron box and thought for a moment: "Then let me take a look first!"
Mr. Zhou took a long breath, nodded, stood up with his crutches, and came to the iron box with Zhan Jingyi.
…
When he came to the iron box, Zhan Jingyi looked inside through the small glass window. He could see that the inside of the box was all sewn with special linings, as if he was afraid that the people inside would hurt him.
When he looked inside the box, what he saw still made Zhan Jingyi slightly startled.
What was locked in this box was a young man, wearing a set of pajamas, with messy hair, and several wounds on his body, some of which were bandaged, and some of which were left alone.
On the pale face, there was a pair of bloodshot eyes. It was impossible to describe the feeling of being seen by those eyes, a kind of fear and madness filled them.
The young man's facial expression was distorted, as if he felt someone outside was looking at him, and he slowly opened his bloodshot eyes to look at Zhan Jingyi.
The strange thing is that although the young man's eyes looked at Zhan Jingyi, his pupils did not shrink like a normal person. It was as if although he looked at Zhan Jingyi, his eyes looked weird as if he had not seen him.
The strangeness of this look was as if he was being stared at by a dead corpse. Furthermore, the young man was in very poor condition, giving the impression that he was about to die in the next moment.
But at this moment, he seemed to be holding on, as if he didn't dare to faint.
Tight cable ties were tied around the young man's neck, hands and feet, holding him firmly in the box.
There was even a plastic stick in his mouth.
But in this fixed situation, although he seemed extremely depressed, he was still struggling hard and roared like a beast.
The crashing sound that came from the box just now was caused by him hitting the box with his only moving head.
"Hey, is it him?"
Looking at this young man, Zhan Jingyi let out a surprised sigh.
"What? Mr. Zhan Wang knows Xiao'er?"
Hearing the surprise in Zhan Jingyi's words, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that this elite from Institute 502, codenamed Zhan Wang, still knew Zhou Zheng?
What surprised Zhan Jingyi was that this young man was the tightly wrapped young man he saw at Gate 13 of Qingcheng Airport before coming to Spring City.
The weather in October was still very hot, but the young man was wearing a leather jacket at that time, as if he had just come from an extremely cold area, which really left Zhan Jingyi's memory fresh.
At that time, the man was accompanied by a beautiful woman, dressed in cool clothes, a man and a woman. It was like two extreme weather conditions, cold and hot, coming together, which made people feel extremely weird, so Zhan Jingyi was deeply impressed.
In Zhan Jingyi's memory, the young man had a very weird temper. Because of a trivial matter such as flight delay, he even beat up the airline staff, which shows that he had a very bad temper at that time.
Now it seems that there is a certain reason for his bad temper.
