The next day, in the early morning, the sky over Xiangjiang was covered with dark clouds, the wind was howling, and it was about to rain heavily.
Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Yau Ma Tei, one and a half floors underground, in the gloomy morgue, Du Weiguo stood blankly in front of a cold iron bed like a statue, his eyes sad.
Pang Xiaoqing lay quietly on the iron bed, with a peaceful expression, as if he had just fallen asleep and would wake up the next moment.
At this moment, her face was rosy and her eyebrows were picturesque, even brighter than usual. This was because she had hired the most skilled makeup artist in Hong Kong to help her with her makeup.
All the wounds that Xiaoqing suffered before were repaired, and she also changed into clean and well-fitting clothes to block the ferocious protruding blood vessels on her body.
Du Weiguo didn't shed tears or speak. He just stood in front of the bed blankly, staring at Pang Xiaoqing's beautiful face.
There were a few strands of hair hanging down from the top of her head, covering Xiaoqing's cheeks. Du Weiguo wanted to reach out several times to help her brush them away.
But his arm was as heavy as a thousand, and he couldn't move an inch. The endless guilt overwhelmed him and completely submerged him.
I don’t know how long it took, Uncle Jiu pushed the door in from the outside, walked slowly behind Du Weiguo, stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, then patted his shoulder gently, and said in a deep voice to comfort:
"Wesley, you have been standing here for two hours. He has passed away. Please express your condolences and accept the change. Don't damage your body. If Xiaoqing is alive in heaven, he is also waiting for you to help her avenge her."
Du Weiguo finally moved and turned his head mechanically. His voice was already hoarse and his voice was faint:
"The spirit in heaven? Uncle Jiu, didn't you tell me before that death is like a lamp going out? As long as you die, you will no longer be aware of anything and everything will stop."
Uncle Jiu sighed and glanced at Xiaoqing's body. His heart was also cut with a knife, and his voice was extremely hoarse:
"Wesley, separation between life and death is a normal part of life. No one can avoid it since ancient times. People are gone, but thoughts are real."
Uncle Jiu glanced at Du Weiguo and licked his lips:
"Wesley, you should know that this kid Xiaoqing has a hard life and has tasted all the hardships in the world, but he always treats everyone kindly.
The only thing she thinks about in her life is you, so you can't let her down. You have to avenge her revenge no matter what! "
"Hehehe~"
Du Weiguo suddenly laughed miserably, like a ghost crying, so penetrating that he slowly turned around, his bloodshot eyes full of sadness:
"Uncle Ninth, are you afraid that I will just throw away my child and run away? Or are you afraid that I will go crazy and kill innocent people indiscriminately? As for even using the provocation method?"
Soul asked three questions in a row, each word poking at his heart. Uncle Jiu blushed at the question and was speechless. He was indeed kidnapping morally just now.
Uncle Jiu was very worried. He was worried that Du Weiguo would be discouraged and run away thousands of miles away, and he was also worried that he would do something outrageous and would not be able to end it.
Of course, this is not Uncle Jiu's concern alone. Now all the qualified insiders in Hong Kong are worried and looking at him eagerly.
Especially when Du Weiguo suddenly broke into the heavily guarded police headquarters early this morning, without anyone noticing, as if he was in an uninhabited area, and casually seriously injured a senior executive.
Such a performance seems to be a bit out of control, which makes some big bosses who cherish their lives unable to sit still.
Uncle Jiu opened his mouth, but he was at a loss for words and couldn't say anything. Du Weiguo took a long breath and his voice was low, but he had regained his calm:
"Uncle Jiu, there's no need to explain, I understand. I've calmed down now and won't act recklessly. Don't worry.
Let’s talk about the case. You and Nightmare followed the “evil spirit” to search for traces of blood beasts. Did you gain anything? "
Pang Xiaoqing studied under the Swallow Clan, and her skills are not average, and she is extremely good at moving around. She may be the only prey that has ever briefly escaped from the blood beast.
And judging from the injuries on her body, she even fought with this beast, but in the end she was still no match for the extraordinary power and died.
However, Xiao Qing's desperate efforts were not in vain. Although this blood beast still left no clear clues such as smell, body fluids, or footprints.
However, where Xiao Qing's body was found, there was an "evil spirit" far beyond the past, which was so strong that it was close to being real.
This ultra-high concentration of "evil energy" can barely be tracked by the Night Dire's sensing ability.
Du Weiguo wanted to send Zhao Yingnan away from Hong Kong in person, so he asked Uncle Jiu to follow him with Nightmare.
No matter how ferocious and ruthless the blood beast is, it is still physical in the end. No matter what, it cannot kill the night dire instantly.
The Night Dire's combat power is so powerful that even if Du Weiguo really wants to kill it, he has to use all his means and go all out to do so.
Moreover, in an environment like a city with flat roads and numerous obstructions, the Night Dire's speed advantage can be fully utilized, and Du Weiguo is not worried at all that it will overturn.
As for Uncle Jiu, he was also a Maoshan master who had developed the Sky Eye (sixth sense). He discovered early on that Nightmare was not an ordinary dog at all, so Du Weiguo had no need to hide it anymore.
Hearing Du Weiguo's question, Uncle Jiu was shocked and nodded gently: "Let's go, Wesley, let's go out and talk."
Du Weiguo turned his head and glanced at Pang Xiaoqing, who was lying quietly on the iron bed. He clenched his teeth and muttered silently in his heart:
"Xiao Qing, if there really is a road to hell, you should walk slower. I will crush that bloody beast to ashes and avenge you."
Not far from the hospital, there is a tea restaurant called Zhanji, which is open day and night. It is also a time-honored restaurant and its business has always been good in the past.
At this time, it was also the time for the old gangsters to take a walk and drink morning tea, but the store was deserted, empty and occupied.
At the door of the restaurant, there were several tall, capable white-American men in black trench coats, with bulging waists and cold expressions. They kept strangers away. They looked like some kind of door gods.
These guys are all Reina's subordinates, members of the field operations team of MI6. Not only that, even the chef and boss were kicked out, and the place was cleared very thoroughly.
At this moment, there were only three people and one dog left in a restaurant in Nuo Da. Du Weiguo, Reina, and Uncle Jiu were sitting around a table, while Nightmare occupied a corner alone and was having a good meal.
It was connected with Du Weiguo, so it naturally knew that he was in an extremely bad mood at the moment, so his eating habits had calmed down a lot today, and even his voice was much quieter, and he was quite sensible.
There were a variety of refreshments on the table, all of which had cooled down and formed a layer of greasy white oil.
Du Weiguo didn't move a word, his eyes were distant, slightly lost in thought, he just smoked cigarettes one after another and listened to Uncle Jiu's words.
Uncle Jiu's face was cold and solemn:
"Wesley, your previous speculation is absolutely correct. I'm afraid the beast, the Bloody Beast, can really fly. The Nightmare and I chased it from the scene of the crime along Film Avenue to the vicinity of the Wan Chai Ferry Terminal. Its "scene" "Suddenly disappeared."
The "field" that Uncle Jiu mentioned was the "evil spirit". Upon hearing this, Reina immediately raised her eyebrows:
"What do you mean by suddenly disappearing?"
Uncle Jiu took a breath, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice:
"When Night Dire and I chased it to the pier, its "field" disappeared out of thin air. It was 2:45 in the morning and the pier had already been closed.
I have carefully investigated and found that from 8 o'clock last night to now, no car has entered the port, and no ship has left. Therefore, it can only fly away. "
Du Weiguo still said nothing and didn't talk to each other at all. He just lowered his head and smoked. Reina glanced at him, frowned and asked:
"Uncle Ninth, since we are already near the dock, is it possible that it swam directly from the sea? After all, a sea route of more than ten kilometers is nothing to a monster like it?"
Uncle Jiu shook his head:
"I have also considered this issue. Its "field" disappeared out of thin air, and we were tracking the last location we arrived at.
It is still more than 500 meters away from the sea. Even if it really swims away from the sea, it can only fly into the sea first."
After a slight pause, Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment, and then added in a deep voice:
"Of course, it is also possible that it left through the magical power of "teleportation", but this possibility is not too great."
Reina's eyes flashed: "Why?"
Uncle Jiu subconsciously glanced at Night Dire, who was chewing roast goose in the corner, and explained in a more obscure language:
"Well, Wesley's black dog has a very powerful nose and can smell invisible evil spirits. During the tracking process, this beast's "field" also briefly disappeared.
However, the distance it disappeared each time did not exceed 50 meters, and it did not exceed the smell range of the night dire, so it was tracked again. "
Reina is not stupid, she reacts very quickly. When she heard this, she instantly became excited:
"Uncle Jiu, are you saying that the teleportation distance of this beast, Bloody, cannot exceed 50 meters?"
Uncle Jiu nodded, his tone becoming more determined:
"Yes, based on the current clues, I have judged that there must be a price for using teleportation magical powers.
If it can really travel thousands of miles in an instant, it makes absolutely no sense that it only moves a few tens of meters, which is unnecessary. "
Hearing this, Du Weiguo suddenly raised his head and asked a question in a hoarse voice:
"Uncle Jiu, has the "field" of the blood beast ever appeared near Xiao Qing's damaged car?"
Uncle Jiu's eyes were sharp: "Yes."
Du Weiguo crushed the cigarette butts bitterly and said in a cold tone: "Are there any other clues other than the "field" left near the car wreckage?"
Uncle Jiu shook his head, his voice a little frustrated:
"No, I have carefully inspected it. Apart from Xiao Qing's blood stains and footprints, there are no other clues about the blood beast."
Du Weiguo's voice trembled slightly:
"Did Xueli also use teleportation during the journey from Xiaoqing's car to the phone booth where her body was found?"
Uncle Jiu seemed to understand what Du Weiguo meant, and his tone became a little excited: "Yes! And he used it twice."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo, who had already regained his composure, his eyes suddenly turned blood red again, and his fists clenched tightly, making a popping sound like exploding beans.
"From Male Gobi! Xiaoqing broke free twice, and finally dragged his injured body to the phone booth and made a call~~"
Du Weiguo's eyes were all cracked, and evil energy shot up into the sky uncontrollably. He punched the wall with a punch. He forcefully knocked down a large section of the hard cement wall, causing bricks and stones to scatter everywhere with an astonishing force.
"Wesley, calm down!"
Uncle Jiu was shocked, stood up with a low scolding, and was about to reach out to stop him, but after Du Weiguo punched him, he let out a long breath and calmed down again.
Du Weiguo raised his hand to block Uncle Jiu's movement and said in a deep voice:
"Uncle Jiu, I'm fine. Please mark the map of the blood scorpion's route at that time, including the teleport interval route and the surrounding environment. The more detailed the better."
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
Uncle Jiu took a deep look at Du Weiguo, and seeing that his eyes had indeed regained clarity, he responded neatly, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
Uncle Jiu is experienced and understands in his heart that what Du Weiguo and Lei Na are going to say next, at his level, he may not be able to listen to.
Du Weiguo patted the wall dust and blood stains on his hands nonchalantly, and glanced sideways at Reina:
"Tell me, Reina, you know clearly that I am in Hong Kong Island, and there has been a monster attack recently, but this old bastard Allen Dulles still dares to come here. What on earth is he going to do?"
Reina licked her lips, and in a rush of thoughts, she chose to tell the truth:
"Wesley, I really don't know the purpose of Allen Dulles' arrival in Hong Kong. I only received the news early this morning after I separated from you."
He hadn't closed his eyes all day and night. Du Weiguo's eyes were sore, dry, astringent, and blood-red. He reached out and pinched the bridge of his sore and swollen nose, and slowly closed his eyes.
His tone was also full of exhaustion:
"Rena, let me tell you your guess. What kind of inducement could make Allen choose to risk his life to arrive in Hong Kong at this juncture?"
Lei Na glanced at Du Weiguo, feeling somewhat distressed. She stood up and walked behind her, stretched out her hand, and gently pressed his temples:
"Wesley, you also know that the international situation has been weird and turbulent recently. To be honest, Allen suddenly wants to come to Hong Kong Island. I am also very surprised. What is his intention, I really have no clue."
Du Weiguo didn't speak. Reina's massage technique was decent. He leaned his head on the back of the chair with a soothing expression on his face.
Reina gritted her teeth and said softly:
"Wesley, have you ever thought that no matter what Allen's true purpose is, as long as it's not directed at you, you don't have to pay attention to it?"
Du Weiguo still didn't open his eyes, and gave a rare sneer, with a slightly joking tone:
"Rena, you are the head of MI6's Asia region. Citigroup's chief intelligence officer wants to come to your territory. You actually don't care about his purpose?"
Reina sighed with a faint tone:
"Wesley, I really don't care, and I'm not afraid of your jokes. I've really been a little distracted recently. I've been like a silly woman addicted to love all day long, just hanging around you, and even my position has wavered."
Du Weiguo frowned and slowly opened his eyes. After closing his eyes for just a short while, the red blood streaks covering the whites of his eyes had disappeared. This is the magic of self-healing skills.
Du Weiguo is an esper, and he is also the top esper, so even if he occasionally shows some unusual things that are not too extreme, it is not surprising, and Reina is not surprised at all.
"Rena, you don't have to be like this. You should know that my enemies are countless, and they are all the most terrifying organizations. If you get too close to me, it will never end well."
Seeing Du Weiguo's gloomy look and sad tone, Lei Na couldn't help but stroke his cheek with pity, and mustered up the courage to persuade:
"Wesley, actually you have left the country now and are considered a free man, as long as you are willing to put down your stance~~"
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly turned cold. Reina sighed in her heart and decisively changed the topic:
"Du Weiguo, you contacted the Continental Hotel in Kokang Old Street in the Triangle, and transferred 15.5 million US dollars to the Middle East through HSBC. Even I found out about this news. It must be the Freemasonry~"
Reina's meaning is self-evident. Du Weiguo's contact with Lu Yan, as well as the transactions between him and the Brotherhood, may have been discovered by the Freemasons.
This was definitely a kind reminder from Lei Na. Du Weiguo actually knew in his heart that when he made such a big noise in the old street, this matter must not be hidden.
Hiring the Brotherhood to assassinate Suat is an upright conspiracy. This is what they do, and they have been doing it for hundreds of years. If they dare to accept the order, they must have their own way.
Du Weiguo sat up straight, twisted his neck slightly, and lit another cigarette. He did not mention the topic at all, and said in a deep tone:
"Well, I know what I know. By the way, what are the results of the interrogation of Reina's crew members? Have they come out? Are there any useful clues?"
Reina sighed:
"Wesley, please be patient. After all, they are all foreign citizens and they have not broken any laws. We cannot extort confessions through torture.
We have indeed invested the maximum amount of manpower and energy, and now we have begun cross-reference inquiries~~"
Du Weiguo raised his hand and interrupted her impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, are there any useful clues?"
Reina rolled her eyes, but still replied honestly:
"There are some clues, but they can't be implemented yet. I guarantee that the results will be available before 6 p.m. This is the fastest speed."
What Lei Na said was reasonable and reasonable. Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally and changed the subject:
"Okay, let's talk about this Holy Knight Order. Is this organization just a legend, or is it real?"
Upon hearing this, Reina went a little crazy and couldn't hold herself tight. She even breathed heavily. She scratched her disheveled red hair irritably and smoked a cigarette from Du Weiguo's cigarette case.
After lighting it, he took a hard sip, his eyes were fierce, and he cursed angrily:
"I don't know where this damn order group came from! Fu*k, it's been really weird lately.
Everything came together. It seemed like overnight, all these ghosts, ghosts, ghosts and monsters all appeared! "
Du Weiguo sneered, puffed out smoke, and muttered to himself: "Oh, the rain is about to come~" (End of this chapter)
