If Yang Bei was just an ordinary doctor, he would never notice the other party's abnormality.
But he is not.
The faint smell of tung oil reminded him of the other party's malice. Thinking of Song Wanshuang's kidnapping, he couldn't help but be a little vigilant.
But since the other party is a fellow villager of Lao Liu, Yang Bei can't do anything just because of his fierce eyes, right?
He was just secretly vigilant.
Song Wanshuang didn't think so much. Looking at the continuous heavy rain outside, she frowned and thought about what Yang Bei said.
Who could contact Sister Shuang without knowing it, and steal the USB flash drive she carries with her?
At that time, she, Zhou Wenqian and others watched the surveillance video of the Holiday Inn over and over again. Except for Yang Bei, only the child who fell into the river had physical contact with Song Wanshuang.
Then there are our own people.
Is there something wrong with Sister Shuang's bodyguards?
When Song Wanshuang frowned and thought about this, the car had already arrived on a road around the mountain that was rarely used by people.
Jiangzhou is not big, and there are few suitable areas for living. The major cities are separated by mountains. For example, Jiangdu and Jiangbei are separated by Qingniu Mountain, Zhongshan and other barren mountains.
What connects them are these mountainous roads and the mountain villages they pass by.
Because of this, this province does not develop as fast as those plain provinces. If it were not for the place where Sister Shuang's child had a car accident, it was in the deserted mountains in the southwest of this province. Song Wanshuang wanted to leave the footprints of the Huaibei Foundation here.
She won't come here either.
"I don't know how Sister Shuang's condition is?"
"The last time I called back, Zhou Wenqian was hesitant. Isn't he seriously ill?"
Song Qingci thought about it worriedly, and comforted herself in her heart: "No, those experts are the top experts in the world. Apart from cancer, what else can be difficult for them to survive?"
Just when I thought of this, the phone suddenly rang. When I saw it was Tana's call, Song Qingci picked it up and heard that she had put Shen Hongyan down and was rushing back.
Song Qingci told her to just go to Qipin Hall to pick her up.
When she hung up the phone, Song Qingci froze.
Because Yang Bei, this brat, quietly reached out from under the seat and touched her leg.
Did you trick me into being a hooligan?
Song Qingci narrowed her eyes and wanted to swat his hand away, but she heard Yang Bei lazily ask: "Did you bring a lighter?"
"You still smoke?"
She frowned but didn't think much about it. She took out a Cartier lighter from her bag, the diamond-encrusted kind. One couldn't help but wonder, how good of a cigarette would it be to light it?
After Yang Bei took it, he did not smoke, but took out a small box from his arms, which contained some silver needles and simple pills.
Yang Bei took out a silver needle and lit it slowly: "I didn't bring any alcohol, so I'm going to lend you your fire disinfectant to disinfect it. I'm going to give it a shot myself to refresh myself, do you want it?"
"no, do not want."
Song Qingci hesitated because she clearly saw that Yang Bei's actions behind the car seat had nothing to do with what he said.
He was not sterilizing the silver needle, but lighting a small herbal root.
Why did he order this?
Just when Song Qingci was about to ask, there was already a smell of incense in the carriage, and she saw a faint white smoke coming out of the roots of the branch.
"What does it smell like?"
Old Liu sniffed it.
Yang Bei said casually: "That's it for sterilizing silver needles. The needles are not clean. If you feel the smell is bad, just smoke a cigarette."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in the passenger seat lit one, looking a little impatient.
Song Qingci didn't even understand what he was doing with this operation. She wanted to ask clearly, but she saw Yang Bei lowering his head silently, and then mouthed: Be careful, there is danger.
What?
Where does the danger come from?
As soon as she thought of this, Song Qingci noticed someone looking at her from time to time in the rearview mirror in front of her.
When he meets her eyes, he quickly moves away.
She is a beauty, and it is normal for her to be looked at like this, but what is abnormal is that the eyes of these two men looking at her are full of coldness.
She didn't know how to describe it, but the chill made her scalp feel numb.
She felt that something was really wrong.
Could it be that she fell into Yang Bei's trap and it was a trap?
Just when she felt a little nervous and regretted getting in the car, Yang Bei spoke and asked lightly: "Old Liu, you have been coming to our medical clinic for a few days, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong, Doctor Yang?"
Liu Shanfeng asked with a smile.
Yang Bei looked at the rearview mirror, made eye contact with the co-pilot, looked at each other coldly, and continued: "That day, we were looking for a logistics worker at the medical clinic because it was not easy for you to be alone and you also had rickets.
I hired you here because I wanted to find a job to earn a living."
Liu Shanfeng chuckled: "That's right, Doctor Yang, you are kind-hearted."
"yes."
Yang Bei sighed: "It's a pity that good people are bullied. Just tell me what you want to do. Are you here for me or her?"
squeak——
The moment his voice fell, Lao Liu stepped on the brakes.
The tire gripped the ground and slid several meters away due to the rain.
At the same time, Song Qingci suddenly fell forward due to inertia, still cursing secretly in her heart: Even if you see it, don't expose it like this!
Isn’t it good to just wait and see what happens and look for opportunities?
She cursed secretly in her mind, and when she raised her head suddenly, her heart suddenly went cold.
Because a black muzzle was right in front of her, so close!
"do not move!"
The old man in the co-pilot's voice was cold to the bone, and he pulled the pistol's safety with a clatter.
He had already turned sideways, holding a gun in one hand and aiming it at her and Yang Bei's heads!
Old Liu was still looking forward with his rickety back straightened. He was holding a fire in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He held it in his mouth and slowly lit it. He sighed: "Doctor Yang, I have to say that you have good eyesight."
"Have you already planned it?"
The corners of Yang Bei's eyes trembled slightly, and his heart felt cold: He finally knew where the smell of tung oil came from, it was the smell of these two pistols!
Guns, like other iron tools, need to be maintained after half a year of use. It is best to use oiled paper to cover them.
Tung oil is also the most commonly used and cheapest oil among the people.
Song Qingci's heart also skipped a beat, and her pretty face turned blue.
But she is different from ordinary women. She is not confused when encountering this situation. She just regrets: when she was on the phone with Tana just now, she hung up too early!
After lighting up a cigarette, Old Liu slowly turned to look at the two of them, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Doctor Yang, you are quite kind. I didn't want to do anything to you at first. But who made you follow me so hard?
Are the people from the Huaibei Foundation mixed together? Besides, how can you catch such a big fish?"
"You want to kill me?"
Yang Bei's tone was very calm.
His reaction surprised the two people opposite him: Song Qingci could remain calm. It could be said that she was used to big storms. After all, she held a high position and had extraordinary knowledge.
But Yang Bei.
Isn't he just a little doctor?
Why are you so calm?
The old man with a gun in the passenger seat looked at him deeply and said coldly: "As long as you behave, I will spare your life."
Old Liu also sneered: "Don't worry, Doctor Yang, your life is worthless!"