I was only confused for two hours when I was woken up by a phone ringing. I jumped up alertly. The spar was still there, but the fire in the fireplace had long been extinguished. Fortunately, the central air conditioner in the room was turned on fully and the fire was extinguished.
No feeling of cold.
"Who?" Su Lun turned over under the blanket to make himself more comfortable.
I picked up the receiver, and the waiter's gentle voice came: "South Africa long distance, transferring, please talk."
The first name that popped into my mind was "Yan Xun". Only she would call in through various inexplicable numbers. So, as soon as I heard the other party's slight gasp, I spoke first: "Miss Yan Xun?"
Sure enough, a burst of low and melodious laughter came: "Huh? This time, you beat me to it. Could it be that after Mr. Feng experienced a shocking catastrophe, he actually learned the remote sensing ability, and he can do it through telephone lines all over the world?
saw me?"
Yan Xun's beautiful voice is one that you will never forget after listening to it once. Just like a music-loving glutton who hears the piano music of Chopin, Liszt, and Clayderman, he forgets all his worries in an instant and feels refreshed.
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Su Lun lifted up the blanket and sat up. I said briefly to the microphone: "Su Lun wants to talk to you, please wait a moment."
The clock hand just pointed to seven o'clock. At this time, most of the guests in the hotel were sleeping soundly. I felt that Yan Xun must have called because of something urgent.
Su Lun pressed the hands-free button on the phone, and Yan Xun's voice was instantly amplified: "I'm sorry for disturbing your dreams. I apologize now. When we meet in a few days, we will apologize in person."
Her soft, sweet but always deep and melancholy voice seems to have been crafted by a senior tuner, and every byte is full of heart-tugging charm.
It was just a simple sentence, but Su Lun was suddenly shocked: "What? What big thing happened? I still have to work you out——"
I wanted to avoid it, but Su Lun quickly shook his head at me: "Brother Feng, there are no secrets between us. Please listen with me."
Her face became extremely ugly, and she stared at the beating time numbers on the LCD screen of the phone, and her breathing became rapid.
"There is a problem with Xiaoyan. Xiaoxiao called and said that over the past month, his temper has become more and more irritable, and he often hides in the submarine under the 'Psychic Well'. For the past three months,
That day, his agitation became even worse, and he sang and cried in his room all night, singing in an unknown language. The night before yesterday, it happened to be a full moon, and he stood on the top of the Xunfuyuan Villa, pointing toward the moon.
Howling all night long - the strange thing is that when ordinary people speak at a very high volume for a long time, their throats will inevitably become hoarse and strained, but he acted as if nothing happened. Another thing is that he has been rummaging around in Feng's study recently.
After looking for something, Xiao Xiao found out after checking that he had torn up almost all the books and eaten them, leaving only the book covers on the shelf..."
Su Lun gradually frowned. She had been missing for too long. She had no way of knowing what had changed in Xiaoyan.
I immediately interrupted: "Didn't Xiao Xiao send Xinzi to follow him all the time? What did Xinzi say?"
In my impression, after Xiao Kereng's personal maid Anzi was killed by the fanged demon, Xinzi has been depressed. She just immersed herself in work and rarely talked to others. Sending her to accompany Xiaoyan is the least likely to cause the latter
disgusting.
"Xiaoyan said that Xinzi stayed in the submarine to help him monitor the computer and has not appeared in the Xunfu Garden Villa for a long time." Yan Xun's voice was slow and steady. Even when he talked about the most important points, there was no emotional change at all.
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I walked over and opened the curtains to let the early morning sunlight shine in. At this height, all the noisy city sounds could not be heard. After the light rain, the air was as fresh as if it had been artificially purified.
Being able to see the sunshine, the haze in my heart seemed to be dispelled a little, but then, Yan Xun's words once again made Su Lun and I nervous: "Xiao Xiao said that monks died almost every day in Fengge Temple, and their wounds
There was just a small tooth mark on the throat. Although the police intervened in the matter, they had no clue at all. They could only merge this case into the "Fang Demon Murder Case" and wait for major clues to be found in the future.
Let’s start the investigation work again.”
My heart was immediately pricked: "The Fang Demon? After Feng Linhuoshan died, the 'tooth chrysalis' poison in Guan Baoling disappeared by itself, which is enough to prove that the Fang Demon is dead. Is there a second one in the world?"
Fang Demon'?"
Yan Xun smiled faintly: "All the mysteries will be revealed one by one after we arrive in Hokkaido. I hope to see you in Xunfu Garden and Fengqiao Temple in a few days."
I walked over and closed the lids of the rattan boxes one by one. It seemed that my trip to Cairo was going to be postponed. If Xiaoyan caused anything in the underwater world, I'm afraid the entire Hokkaido and even the entire Japanese island would not be at peace.
Su Lun still hesitated: "Yan Xun, can you think about it carefully? What if your uranium power system fails during frequent transportation? Now that Guannan Wulang is dead, I'm afraid there will be no more one in the world.
People can reorganize this system. Why don't you leave Xiaoyan's affairs to me, and you can just control it remotely from New York?"
I couldn't understand her because she mentioned the word "uranium energy", which is an expensive electric endurance device that is usually used in the power system of small spacecraft.
Yan Xun sighed. Even if a person like her sighs with extreme melancholy, it still makes people feel like they are lingering for three days: "Su Lun, I believe in your ability to be gentle, but Xiaoyan is
My only brother is like a scalpel to you, Yang Tian to Feng, and Jin Chunxi to Xiao Xiao. We are brothers and sisters. If something happens to him, I will not be able to spend the rest of my life happily. So,
Don't try to persuade me, I made this decision after a long period of consideration."
Su Lun grabbed a corner of the blanket with her hands and kept rubbing it. It was obvious that her inner troubles had reached the extreme.
"Okay, see you in Hokkaido. I hope that our 'Three Flying Heroes', together with the younger brother of the 'King of Tomb Robbers' Yang Tian, will be able to survive the desperate situation and complete the impossible mission."
Yan Xun hung up the phone, and the room suddenly became silent, with only the air outlet of the central air conditioner humming.
After a moment of silence, Su Lun stood up with difficulty and staggered to the bathroom. I heard her turn the water valve on the sink to the maximum, making a splashing sound.
"Is Yan Xun's trip a very complicated event? Worth Su Lun's repeated obstruction? Or is Yan Xun's identity very important, and once he takes action, it will attract the attention of the Pentagon?" I repeatedly imagined several answers, but they all failed.
Overturned one by one. After all, there is absolutely no young Chinese woman in the list of mid-level personnel in the Pentagon. I very much doubt what Yan Xun’s true identity is and why she has been hiding behind the scenes mysteriously?
There was a loud "pop" sound, and I rushed to the door of the bathroom. Su Lun was standing in front of the washbasin, with water all over her head and face. She slammed a tempered glass soap dish into the corner and broke into pieces.
Seventeen or eighty yuan.
I stepped in, hugged her silently, and kissed her wet hair tenderly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I lost my temper..." She murmured in my arms, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.
A stoic girl like her must have been under some unbearable pressure, so she would vent it by breaking things. I didn't say anything, I just hugged her hard and let the cold water wet my shirt and soak into my chest.
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She just sobbed in a low voice, her shoulders jumping up and down. After a few minutes, she slowly raised her head, with tears in her eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Shall we go to Hokkaido first? Yan Xun, Xiao Xiao, Xiao
Yan is my sister and little brother, I can't just watch them——"
I stopped her from continuing: "Okay, leave the desert excavation to Tina. As long as you have enough money to back it up, nothing will be a problem. I will call the service desk immediately and change the ticket to a direct flight."
Hokkaido, take off at 11 o'clock in the morning. During this time, we can also have a Chinese breakfast comfortably."
I haven’t been with Xiaoyan for long, but I really like him for his innocence, simplicity yet elf-like nature, so I regard him as my little brother emotionally and will never let him slide into the abyss. Desert Excavation
Work is by no means something that can be achieved overnight. It can only be done slowly. With Tiena's ability and power, as long as she gives an order, I don't know how many flatterers are willing to go through fire and water.
I didn't ask about Yan Xun anymore, but Su Lun's concern for her was obvious, as if she was a seriously ill patient who should not be moved easily and whose life might be in danger at any time. But, a girl with such a sweet voice,
It didn't sound like he was seriously ill. What was Su Lun worried about?
The plane taxied on the runway after the rain, then took off smoothly, rising to an altitude of 15,000 meters.
Su Lun unbuckled his seat belt and looked at the white clouds outside the porthole, still frowning slightly.
I spread out a piece of white paper on a simple table, held a pencil, and simply drew a sketch and showed it to Su Lun. In the middle of the sketch, I wrote Xiaoyan's name, and then used seventeen or eighteen arrows.
Scattered outwards to everyone who might be related to him.
"These people are all likely to have had close contact with Xiaoyan within half a year, such as tycoons, big shots, Sun Long, etc. The key to solving the problem lies with these people. The closer they are to him, the more attention will be paid to them.
Our attention. After arriving in Hokkaido, no matter what method you use, whether it is calling or sending a fax, you must contact them and ask about Xiaoyan's unusual movements. If possible, I will talk to him in detail, and then
Subdue him and ask Japanese brain experts for an emergency consultation——"
From the hotel to the airport, I was thinking about these things over and over in my mind. I cast a huge net but had few clear targets.
The last name of the sketch, I wrote "Xinzi".
Su Lun pointed to the two words: "This girl is probably no longer alive, right? Although Xiaoyan has always said that she stayed in the submarine, this is not an easy reason to convince people. The fanged demon murder is a kind of
It is an inevitable way to vent his cruel temperament. I don’t believe that he would leave the weak woman around him unkilled, but instead rush out to hunt down the monks of Fengqie Temple instead of looking far away.”
My heart suddenly sank: "You mean, Xiaoyan is the fanged demon?"
She didn't say it clearly, but it was this point of view that was hidden in the subconscious, which suddenly made me feel a silent sadness. Smart people like Xiaoyan are the most likely to become obsessed, and they will use any means in pursuit of the ultimate wisdom.
It is inevitable that he will go astray. However, I still have a trace of fantasy in my heart. I feel that he has wisdom in his heart. As long as he does not completely sink into the Abi Hell, there is still the possibility of escaping from the sea of suffering.
Su Lun once again stared at the white clouds outside the porthole, and his smile became more and more bitter: "It's not just me who thinks so, even Yan Xun and Xiao Xiao think so. The three of us think about problems in 100% the same way.
, the other two people must be able to think of it at the same time."
My heart sank to the bottom. Before sketching out the sketch, my confidence that "Xiaoyan is not a fanged demon" was about 50%. Now after listening to Su Lun's words, that confidence has dropped sharply to less than 1%.
to the point.
The stewardess came over with a wine trolley, I took two glasses of lemonade and handed one to Suellen.
"That's the worst possible outcome, right?" I forced myself to cheer up and looked at the blue sea under the wings of the plane.
"Yes, the worst, the worst, the worst outcome." Su Lun repeated helplessly, taking out his sunglasses and putting them on to cover his red and swollen eyes.
"Su Lun, cheer up. We didn't fall down when we faced the kind of difficulties in the world of 'Asian Gears'. We will definitely be able to save the day again this time. Believe me, as long as we catch Xiaoyan, we will take him out of Hokkaido and find the world."
The best neurologist helped him get rid of the demonic nature in his mind -" Unknowingly, I followed her point of view and made an absolute equivalence between Xiaoyan and the fanged demon.
Su Lun smiled, but her mood was so heavy that even the forced smile was terrible.
I turned on the LCD TV on the back of the front seat, hoping to lighten the atmosphere by watching the news, but several consecutive screens were about reports on the "Fang Demon Murder Incident" in Hokkaido, and several Japanese female reporters, scholars, and biologists
Talking in front of a circular studio.
"Don't move, just watch this!" Su Lun straightened up and quickly put on the headphones.
In the female reporter's video footage, the Tower of the Dead suddenly soars into the sky. Perhaps she deliberately took the angle to shoot from above in order to highlight the majesty and magic of this iconic building of Fengge Temple. And then there is the bottomless
The Well of Psychics, the deep corridor of Fengge Temple, the cliff behind the temple and the roaring waves of the sea.
In one of the flashing shots, I accidentally saw the newly renovated Xunfu Garden at the foot of the hillside. The watchtowers at the four corners still stood in the cold wind, but there were no more sharpshooters patrolling the tower.
No one.
The Japanese female reporter's ability to make connections is quite impressive. She can actually talk about the fanged demon murderers to World War II, and then think about the Americans landing on the moon, the Russians digging ice in the Arctic, the Australians discovering ten thousand-year-old bacterial organisms in the Antarctic, etc.
Etc. In order to pursue the ratings of the TV show, this person has tried her best, but after the whole report, I only remembered half of her name, which was called "Yesha so-and-so".
"Extremely boring." I commented secretly.
When the corpses of the slain monks from Fengkeo Temple were shown on the screen, Su Lun leaned forward and carefully observed their scars. He suddenly turned around and asked me: "How are these tooth marks different from those you have seen before?"
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I tried to think back and nodded seriously: "Exactly the same."
Su Lun said "Ah", picked up the sketch I drew, browsed it quickly, and then said hastily: "I concluded that the fanged demon is not dead, and it cannot be Feng Linshan, but someone else."
.Japanese ninjutsu is best at "escape, invisibility" and other deception methods used by Li Daitao. Currently, there must be another dark force around Xiaoyan, which will drag him into the abyss of sinking. And this force
The initiator could very well be any of these names."
She grabbed the pencil and crossed out the two names "tycoon, Sun Long" in thought. Then she pondered again and crossed out one or two more, and so on. In the end, only the two names "Xiao Lai, Xinzi" were left, and another
Added the "Internet hacker" item.
Nobuko may be dead, and Xiaolai is a confidant of Sun Long, the boss of the Gunslingers Association, and has personally protected me. There is a high possibility that these two people will be eliminated. The only way left is to be a "hacker". What if
Xiaoyan's ideological invasion was carried out through the Internet, so there were countless clues to search for, because in the computer world as dense as a spider web, thousands of messages were sent to him every second.
The roads are ever-changing and impossible to find.
I suddenly snapped my fingers and smiled: "Yes, cut off all Internet communication signals in the Hokkaido area and make it an absolutely silent blind spot. In that way, Xiao