"Che, your documents." Leng Mingshuohan appeared in front of our cameras again. After five years of not seeing each other, Leng Mingshuohan has matured a lot and is no longer the young boy he was before.
"Leave it alone." Zuo Lan Yinche looked dryly at the internal files of [Praise of Death], hoping to find some traces of Jin Xi's current situation.
"Mu'er, is there any news?" Leng Mingshuohan hesitated for a moment and then asked. "No." Zuo Lan Yinche finally saw the words: Mu Ran Jinxi.
"A private file from a hospital in London stated that Mu Ranjinxi died on the operating table five years ago due to gastric cancer and blood clots compressing her brain nerves. Rescue efforts were ineffective." After Zuo Lanyinche read it out, the two of them
Shocked.
"What did you say?" Leng Mingshuohan approached Zuo Lan Yinche and looked at the computer with dry eyes. He hoped Zuo Lan Yinche was dazzled and didn't see clearly.
"Impossible, impossible." Zuo Lanyin Che grabbed his hair irritably. "Han, Che, I found the trace of Jin Xi." Canyu Weiyang ran in. There was no happy atmosphere at all.
"Where?" The two people said in unison. "Jin Xi, she... died on the operating table at the Central London Hospital five years ago. The cause of death was," Canyu Weiyang had not finished speaking.
Zuo Lan Yinche and Leng Mingshuohan rushed to finish: "Stomach cancer, and pressure from blood clots on the nerves in the brain. We have all seen it." "You all know it?" Canyu Weiyang threw away the paper in his hand.
.
"She can't be dead." Zuo Lan Yinche denied it, and his intuition told him that Jin Xi was not dead. She was not dead! "Now, all the clues are gone, how can we find it?" Can Yu Weiyang spread her hands.
"Keep looking until you find her." Zuo Lan Yinche tilted his head and looked at Canyu Weiyang. In fact, his palms were already sweating. No matter what, the data is more accurate than intuition.
"Okay." Canyu Weiyang walked out, and Leng Mingshuohan walked out as if he had lost his mind. "Huh, Jin Xi, where are you?" There was still a photo of Jin Xi on Zuo Lan Yinche's desk.
Xiao Ai: "Five years, five years, five years, five years, five years... Jinxi, where are you? Where are you? Where are you?...Okay, I admit it, I smoke
Already."
"I will find you, believe me." Zuo Lan Yinche put Jin Xi's photo in front of him, took a long breath, and continued working, numbing himself with work.
...asking for gold medals, asking for favorites, asking for recommendations, asking for clicks, asking for comments, asking for red envelopes, asking for gifts, all kinds of requests, whatever you want, just throw it at me! Xiao Ai followed them all... hit me to death...