Chapter 86: Reincarnation in Hell (9) Ending Chapter 86:
There is a fish belly white color in the east, and the cold wind blows in through the windows. The white curtains are flowing, and the surroundings are quiet and desolate, as if everything has been immersed under the water. ╞╡The rich, sinful, and death-filled smell of blood floats in the breeze
gradually dissipated...
The red light in the operating room that had been on all night finally went out. Lan Sichen walked out, took off his mask, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
The nurse rolled out the hospital bed, and the doctor ordered them to transfer Lan Ruixiu to the intensive care unit and to continue observation. It was a miracle that he was still alive after such a serious car accident. Whether Lan Ruixiu could survive or not still depends on Lan Ruixiu.
The creation of Ruixiu.
"Third Young Master, we will definitely take good care of Mr. Lan, you don't have to worry." The doctor stood in front of him and whispered.
Lan Sichen opened his eyes, his cold eyes reflected the coldness of the white light, and nodded invisibly: "Go and rest."
"Yes." The doctor said no more and left with heavy steps.
Ji Fengwen walked out of the elevator, holding a plastic cup in one hand, stopped in front of Lan Sichen and handed him a cup: "A cup of hot coffee will make you feel better."
For a whole day and night, everyone was exhausted from the tossing. Lan Sichen's face was even more pale, with fatigue and weakness that could not be concealed between his eyebrows. Too many things happened that night, and he was caught off guard. Simply
It's because Xin'er is fine, Lan Ruixiu still has to wait and observe, as for Si Lan——
Recalling those desperate eyes and her despairing voice in his ears, his heart twitched. He straightened his back suddenly, threw the coffee cup into the trash can, and strode towards the elevator with rapid strides.
Ji Fengwen was stunned for a moment, then followed up: "Where are you going?"
"Morgue." Leaving behind these three simple and clear words, the elevator door opened and he walked in without hesitation. Without waiting for Ji Fengwen to walk in, he directly pressed the button to close the door. Blocking Ji Fengwen out, the elevator slid down...
...The silver wall reflected his cold expression, his deep eyes, and his hands clenched tightly in his pockets.
Unexpectedly, she was sacrificed in the end.
The hospital is extremely cold in the early morning, especially the place where the corpses are placed. Although it is clean, the lights are not as bright as the corridors. The dim lights make the entire morgue covered with a layer of curtains and exhaust vents.
The fan blades rotated leisurely and the air conditioner was turned on so much that the hairs on people's hair stood up involuntarily.
He walked into the morgue at a very slow pace and looked at the rows of cabinets with numbers on them. Everyone who was sent in would no longer have a name, but would be called by a number. He saw
On the table on the far right, the open computer glowed with a pale white light. I walked over and clicked the mouse a few times with my white fingers. The fonts on the computer screen were immediately enlarged, and the names in the table corresponded to the numbers.
I don’t know if it was God’s will or unintentional, but the number after Si Lan’s name is another “4”.
He straightened up, turned around and walked to the number 4. His fingers fell on the handle of the cabinet. It was very cold. The cold temperature penetrated through the skin into the palm of his hand and flowed into every part of his body along the vein.
A corner. It was silent for a long time. In the silent morgue, only his breathing and the ancient and desolate sound of the exhaust fan could be heard...
He finally opened the cabinet with force, but the long cabinet was empty, with nothing in it. A trace of surprise flashed through his calm eyes, and a chill ran down his spine. He vaguely noticed someone standing behind him, and turned around suddenly, standing in shock.
The person behind him fell directly to the ground, his eyes widened, and he stammered: "Three...three...three young masters..."
Lan Sichen's eagle eyes glanced at the other work badges on her chest. He was the person responsible for guarding the morgue. He bent down and grabbed her collar. For the first time, there was no image at all, and a cold voice came from his throat.
Escape: "Where are the people?"
"Third... Third Young Master... you... what are you talking about...?" She was so frightened that her body kept shaking, and it took her a long time to utter a complete sentence.
"No. 4, Si Lan in No. 4, why is she not here? Where is her body?" Lan Sichen raised his voice, his stern eyes were like knives, sharp enough to kill people.
"No. 4? No. 4 was arranged to be sent to the crematorium for cremation!" She almost cried. She was just a caretaker, how could she know so much.
"Who allowed you to cremate her body? Without my consent, which one of you would dare to do this?" Lan Sichen's eyes tightened, and his voice became even colder.
"I...I don't know...I just follow the rules..."
"you……"
"I arranged for people to do this." A deep voice came from the door, full of positivity, but different from Lan Sichen's cold voice.
Lan Sichen's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard the voice. She let go of her hands and fell to the ground. She gasped for air and thought she was dead. Lan Sichen looked up and saw the figure standing at the door, tall and tall.
He is like a poplar tree in the desert, with sharp eyes, a solemn look, a military uniform, and an upright attitude.
"Why are you back?"
"Do I have to wait for you and your eldest brother to bring the Lan family into disrepute and bring them into disrepute before you come back?"
This person is none other than the second eldest son of the Lan family, a man who has been in the army. His skin is not as fair as Lan Sichen's, but a wheat color, healthy and rigorous, giving him a unique dignity.
"Why do you do this?" He was referring to the cremation of Si Lan's body.
"You killed a life to save Xin'er, and your eldest brother had a car accident. Isn't it enough? Keeping her body will only let the media get wind of it, make the matter bigger, and the Lan family will be destroyed." Lan Yunsheng
He spoke meticulously, and his expression remained unchanged for thousands of years, and no one could melt it.
"I have my own plan, I don't need you to interfere." Lan Sichen met his dark eyes, unwilling to be outdone. Although the two people have completely different styles, they are indistinguishable in aura.
"How do you plan to tell the media about the sudden death of your bride, the third young master of the Lan family, on their wedding night?" Lan Yunsheng asked sharply.
Lan Sichen didn't speak, and held his hands tightly behind his back.
An Su stood behind Lan Yunsheng at some point, looked at Lan Sichen with worried eyes, and said: "I don't know where the media got the news from, but I know that both Silan and the CEO have been admitted to the hospital, and they are both guarding the hospital now.
I asked security to stop me at the gate, but I believe there will be more people soon. Third Young Master, what should we do now?"
Lan Yunsheng said nothing, and his cold eyes fell on Lan Sichen's face, as if waiting for his decision.
"You will go back to the company later and ask the public relations department to issue a press release. On the way home, Lan Ruixiu and Si Lan were riding in a car together. They encountered a traffic accident. The car accident was serious. Si Lan's body was burned on the spot, and Lan Ruixiu was knocked out of the car.
, but the rescue was timely, and now there is no life-threatening danger. All things in the company are temporarily taken care of by Lan Sichen and Secretary An."
An Su's cold eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and his thin lips wriggled a few times: "But Silan doesn't even..."
"Do as I say." Lan Sichen interrupted her coldly. Now the only way to calm the matter is through Lan Ruixiu's car accident. And the relevant people who know about this matter will be dealt with specially.
An Su wanted to say something else, but Lan Yunsheng said: "Secretary An." His voice was neither soft nor serious, but full of irresistible majesty.
"Yes." An Su nodded. She didn't know exactly what happened last night, but it was already dawn when she received the call. She only knew that Silan was clearly with Lan Sichen when he left, so how could he be in Lan Ruixiu?
In the car. There is something fishy about this matter.
Lan Sichen locked his eyes on Lan Yunsheng's face, "Her ashes."
"I ordered people to deal with it secretly." Lan Yunsheng's voice was emotionless. He had never met this woman Si Lan, so he naturally had no feelings. Although he did not agree with Lan Sichen's approach, things had happened and he could only
Protect the reputation of the Lan family and try to find out where the information is.
"She is my wife, and I should handle all her affairs myself." Lan Sichen's cold voice was full of displeasure. If he and Lan Ruixiu dislike each other, then he and Lan Yunsheng are mortal enemies.
"No one would throw his wife into the operating room and dig out her heart to save another woman!" Lan Yunsheng said, not shying away from the fact that there was a woman sitting on the ground in the morgue.
Lan Sichen frowned, but did not refute his words. Because that was the truth.
"I don't want to interfere with your affairs this time, just for information." Lan Yunsheng's deep voice paused, and her sharp eyes stared at him: "Brother, you better be fine, otherwise it depends on how you explain to grandpa and the others."
After the sound fell, he turned around and walked outside, his military boots making a dull sound with every step he took.
Lan Sichen glanced down at the woman sitting on the ground, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. Why did a woman in her twenties have to guard the morgue? The woman on the ground curled up and looked at him tremblingly, as if she was afraid.
Lan Sichen kills people and silences them.
Lan Sichen bent over and squatted down slowly, keeping his eyes at the same level as hers, and raised his thin lips: "What did you just hear?"
The woman bit her lip, looked at him with big watery eyes, and shook her head.
"Be good! Report to Lan's house tomorrow." Lan Sichen stretched out his palm and rubbed her head gently, a faint smile seemed to cross his lips.
The woman trembled even more, and the way he smiled was more terrifying than the way he didn't smile——
Lan Sichen said no more, stood up, passed by her, and left the morgue with a meteoric stride. This place was full of gloom, darkness, and death.
…………The dividing line between the pure young master…………
Qiao Xue rushed to the hospital early in the morning. Although Qin Xin had completed the operation, she was still in a coma and stayed in the observation room. There was no way to go in and visit her. She could only look at her pale and colorless cheeks through the glass, her nose was lifeless.
He was still wearing an oxygen tube, and his pitiful appearance was heartbreaking.
"My poor daughter, why did she suffer so much?" Qiao Xue choked, covering her lips with her fingers, tears falling down.
Lan Sichen stood outside the glass window, withdrew his eyes from Qin Xin's body, and said to Qiao Xue: "I have performed a heart transplant for Xin'er, and her body will return to its previous health."
Qiao Xue was stunned and forgot to breathe. She looked at him with blinking eyes: "What did you say? Xin'er found a suitable heart? When, why didn't you tell me earlier? Who donated the heart to her?
?”
Lan Sichen's expression was indifferent, neither happy nor angry, "I don't know. The hospital will not disclose the donor's information." Fortunately, you are here.
"You are the vice president of this hospital, don't you even know?" Qiao Xue raised her voice, her expectant eyes filled with nervousness and worry. She seemed to want to know who the donor was.
"Since Xin'er is fine, nothing else matters. You take good care of her. I also want to see Lan Ruixiu. Sorry, Aunt Qiao."
"Thank you, Si Chen! Thank you for saving my daughter. When I heard about Rui Xiu and Si Lan, I can only say that fate plays tricks on people. But since everyone is dead, you don't have to be too sad. There are many good girls in this world.
Well, Aunt Qiao will introduce you to more good girls in the future, there will always be one that suits you."
Qiao Xue wiped her tears and looked at him with grateful eyes. She didn't care about Silan's death, but she wasn't very happy that Qin Xin was fine, and there was a sad look between her eyebrows.
Lan Sichen didn't rest for a day and a night. He had three operations in a row. He was exhausted. Now he just wanted to check on Lan Ruixiu and didn't notice anything strange about her.
…
After Lan Sichen returned to Lan's house to rest for a while, he went directly to the company. As soon as the news of Lan Ruixiu's car accident came out, the company's stock price continued to decline, and people were panicked. They were afraid that Lan Ruixiu would really die and the company would go bankrupt.
They all sold their stocks one after another. Other shareholders also called to pay attention to Lan Ruixiu's situation.
After Lan Sichen finished the meeting, he made a call to Ji Fengwen in Lan Ruixiu's office: "Help me donate a sum of money to the Angel Orphanage, don't use my name. Then check whether Lan Yunsheng will send her ashes
Where to hide."
After cutting off the phone, he leaned back on the chair and rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers. His face was pale, listless, and his face was full of fatigue. Lan Yunsheng came back but only focused on the information, while he had to deal with the hospital and the company.
Although Ansu handled some of it, the workload still exceeded the physical load.
An Su knocked on the door and brought a cup of coffee in: "Drink coffee to refresh yourself. The stock market will stabilize soon. You don't have to worry."
Lan Sichen took a sip of coffee. The tiredness on his face had disappeared when An Su knocked on the door. His cold and handsome face was as always, calm and calm, neither sad nor happy. He was not worried about the company's affairs at all, but
I'm worried about whether Lan Ruixiu can pass this level.
"Is there a call from the hospital?"
An Su shook his head: "The president is still in a coma."
Lan Sichen was not talking. He was also involved in Lan Ruixiu's surgery. He knew his situation well. He just thought that with Lan Ruixiu's strong willpower, he would wake up early.
"Pay attention to Lan Yunsheng for me." When An Su walked out, Lan Sichen's voice came from behind. An Su didn't look back, but his figure was obvious for a while, and he nodded: "I know what to do."
After a while, Ji Fengwen's call came in. Within a few seconds of Lan Sichen answering it, he immediately stood up and walked out of the office without even taking the coat on the hanger.
A cemetery in the suburbs.
The sky is dark, covered with thick clouds, and there is a chilly autumn air in the wind. The surrounding area is very desolate and secluded. There are no tombstones, only a few here and there, covered with withered grass, making rustling sounds from time to time. The skinny branches and yellow leaves fall.
It floats on the ground and makes a squeaking sound when stepped on. There are crows standing on the branches, making sharp and sad sounds from time to time, as if to tell people that there has just been a funeral here.
The smell of death is everywhere.
Lan Sichen looked at the tombstone in front of him. Although it was brand new, it did not have a single word engraved on it. It stood alone like this, with a bouquet of blooming lilies in front of it. Ji Feng stood firmly beside him and said in a low and hoarse voice:
"Lan Yunsheng had her body cremated and then transported here. Because she was afraid that others would know, she erected a monument without engraving her name. A tomb will be erected at the Lan family's ancestral grave to explain to the outside world."
Lan Sichen took a step forward, put the lilies aside, and placed a large bouquet of roses in his arms in front of the tombstone. The roses were in full bloom, delicate and delicate, and the petals were as red as blood.
"She only likes roses."
Ji Fengwen put his hands in his pockets, looked at the tombstone with his phoenix eyes, and sighed deeply. "Third Young Master, I want to finish this matter and go abroad for a while."
Lan Sichen didn't say anything. Ji Fengwen did this just because he wanted to escape from here and forget what happened that night. After all, they never thought at the beginning that they would really kill the girl.
"Actually, her death may not be a good thing." Ji Fengwen spoke again, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips: "Although the heart of that person was transplanted, the AIDS in his blood will also be transmitted to Silan. Then
If she lives, she will only suffer more pain."
Yes, because the man who found the same blood type was a sexually corrupt person and had AIDS in his blood. This is why Lan Sichen could not transplant his heart to Qin Xin instead of Si Lan's.
Only the heart can.
The strands of hair blown by the cold wind fell down to cover his phoenix eyes. He stood upright, like a tree, never moving or speaking. He only heard Ji Fengwen speak again: "Tell me, will we suffer?"
retribution?"
Lan Sichen's spine stiffened, and an indifferent sneer appeared on his thin lips. His cold voice came from hell - "Human beings are a kind of retribution."
A trace of doubt flashed in Ji Fengwen's eyes, not understanding the meaning of his words. He followed him to look at the blank tombstone, thinking about Lan Yunsheng's intention of doing this. He also knew that even if Si Lan died, he would not be willing to do so.
It's better to stay at Jinlan's ancestral grave, or here. At least no one will disturb him, and no one will use or deceive him anymore.
Lan Sichen and Ji Fengwen stood there for who knows how long. When they finally left, Lan Sichen looked at the ring on his left hand. It was the same as hers, but after only wearing it for a day, the yin and yang were separated. When he raised his thin lips
He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. He just took off the wedding ring that Si Lan put on him personally and placed it on the tombstone.
The back figure disappeared into the ink, and everything seemed to fall to the ground.
From the beginning to the end, he never said "I'm sorry" once. Life is gone but the world is forever. Life is like a chess piece, and he has no regrets about his moves. This is a piece of chess that he insists on playing. He is so guilty that even if he is wrong, he can only
You can go on like this.
…………The dividing line of the pure young master………………
When Si Lan opened his eyes, he felt a dazzling light. He closed them for a while, then opened them again and saw a strange environment. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and he felt no consciousness in his body.
This is hell?
My last memory stayed in Lan Sichen's cold and ruthless eyes, the word "dig" squeezed from his thin lips in my ears, and the looming pain in my heart...
pain?
Even my heart has been ripped out, how could I still feel pain?
"You're awake." An elegant voice sounded, and Si Lan was startled. When he wanted to move, he felt a tearing pain on the right side of his chest, and soon the bandage was stained red with blood... Fine sweat broke out on his painful forehead. Si Lan looked at the red but was stunned.
Are you...still...alive?
She wasn't sure!
"You have just finished the operation. The wound still needs time to heal. Don't move." The woman's voice rose again. Si Lan's eyes followed the direction of the voice and saw her. She had a tall figure and fair skin as solid as jade.
Her hair was tied up, not a hair falling down, revealing her delicate facial features, except for the tip of her chin, which was a bit cold.
"Who are you? I'm...still...alive?" Si Lan didn't dare to confirm this fact for a long time.
"I am Tang Nun. I replaced your heart. The heart did not reject anything in your body and beats very well. Congratulations, you survived."
"Don...Cui?" I don't know how long I have been sleeping. Even my voice is hoarse and unbelievable. I haven't uttered a word, and my vocal cords are shaking and hurting. I look at her with doubts in my eyes, wondering why I am so hoarse.
Not dead, where did she get her heart from, and why did she want to save herself?
Tang Xunyi prepared an injection needle, pushed out the potion a little, and stood in front of Slan, "We are on the plane now, and the destination is Florence. Although the heart has not rejected, you need to rest well. I will inject you with a sedative.
Later, you will fall asleep. When you wake up, we will be in Florence. Then I will tell you everything."
"Why...why?" Slan was full of doubts and still didn't understand. What is Florence, what is the heart, it's so confusing...
"Don't think about anything, just remember that you are still alive." As he said that, the sharp silver needle pierced into her skin. Silan frowned and said no more. The potion was pushed into her body. It didn't take long.
She was plunged into darkness again.
Tang Yuni walked to the front row and sat down. Sitting opposite her was a pretty girl, holding a goblet in her hand, looking at the clouds outside the window with her deep eyes, and a faint smile on her thin lips.
"Is it really okay to leave now?" she said in an uncertain tone.
"Lan Yunsheng came back just for the information, but two waves of us searched for it for so long and couldn't find it. It means that Tang Ling hid the information very well. Now the only one who can help us find the information is this woman. Before finding the information,
We have to keep her alive."
"I'm worried that she won't be used by us and will be a drag on us."
His bright eyes were as bright as water, and he smiled half-heartedly: "She will be well used by us, and will become the woman who brings great disaster to the Lan family."
Tang Yuni was silent, but she would not deny what he said. Since he could say this, he would definitely do it.
And in a few years, we are looking forward to whether Si Lan will really bring a huge disaster to the Lan family.
The young master said: Peat, I’m stuck! Today’s 6,000-word update will not be updated anymore. I’ll tell you a good news, I’ll update it early tomorrow. And I’ll tell you a bad news, I’m going to spend it with your sister-in-law on her birthday tomorrow.
It’s my birthday. Only update 4000 words!
Volume 1: Hell and Heaven, separated by a thin line, has been completed; Volume 2: Life is like a dream, and the dust has not stopped, a new battle between wealthy families will begin, and the foreshadowing left in Volume 1 will gradually be revealed in Volume 2!