As expected, Yang Song was locked up in a solitary room. The extremely angry director returned to the police station and made it clear that he would not be allowed to leave without his consent.
Yang Song, whose face was flushed because of drinking, was in high spirits and couldn't sleep at all. There were no beds in the solitary room, only two benches and a table.
But Yang Song was not alone. One of the police officers responsible for arresting him was locked in this small confinement room with him.
"Do you know how it came about?" Xiao Huang played with his phone for a while, but it didn't charge. He sat against the wall for a while in boredom, then turned to the slightly drunk Yang Song.
Yang Song glanced sideways at Xiao Huang and said, "How did it come about?"
Xiao Huang smiled and said, "That's what happened to you."
Yang Song shook his head and said: "I don't know either. What I know is that I woke up from peeing in my dream. When I got up, I found that everyone was rushing to use the toilet. Those who couldn't get to the toilet had to go outside.
I relieve myself on the grass or in a deserted place, and I do the same."
Xiao Huang sighed: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there would be such a bizarre thing. What do you call this? If you were injured, wouldn't we also be injured inexplicably?"
"It should be." Yang Song nodded.
Xiao Huang hesitated for a moment and said: "My mother called me in the evening and said that the old man next door fell down for no apparent reason when he was going upstairs, and he fell to his death."
Yang Song pretended not to hear and ignored Xiao Huang's words.
Xiao Huang laughed dryly and said, "It probably has nothing to do with you... I'm overthinking it."
Yang Song was silent for a while, and Xiao Huang's words made his drunkenness dissipate a little, and said: "Not only that old man, but also many, many people died because of me. I owe them all, so I
There is no running away, this is everything I should face."
Seeing that Yang Song was a little dull, Xiao Huang changed the subject and said, "You are a little reckless. I have never seen Director Gao so angry." Thinking of Gao Jinjun's angry appearance, he couldn't help laughing.
Yang Song also smiled and said: "If I say that I just want to disgust him, would you believe it?"
"I believe it. I'm not saying that what Director Gao's son did was indeed unreasonable. I might have been even more angry." Xiao Huang said seriously.
Xiao Huang was not much older than Yang Song, and the two of them chatted easily. I think Gao Jinjun's arrangement for Yang Song was very humane. After all, it was an order from above. Even if he hated Yang Song, he couldn't really treat him.
Whatever Yang Song did, there was nothing he could do.
"Now it seems that everyone's lives are in your hands." Xiao Huang sighed.
Yang Song sat upright and said: "I will protect myself, you don't have to worry, if you die, I won't survive, it's the same."
"That's what you said. Who would want to die?" Xiao Huang nodded in agreement.
There was a noise at the door. Xiao Huang's ears were very sensitive and he immediately stood up and said: "I'm leaving, so you can take care of yourself."
Yang Song curiously looked out the window. Xiao Huang had told him before that someone from the central government would come to entertain him personally. I don’t know who it was? At this time, Yang Song suddenly thought of those big shots who appeared in the news network every day.
, I suddenly felt a little excited, could I actually meet those unattainable people one day?
Xiao Huang walked out, and then an old man with a kind face walked in. Yang Song could see that the so-called police chief was patted on the shoulder by the old man like a child, with a smile on his face. This smile was simply better than before.
It’s even better to stay at the barbecue stall.
Yang Song was sure that he didn't recognize this old man. He had no impression of him either in the news network or in various news feeds. Maybe it was because he had been focusing all his attention on studying and playing games recently and basically didn't pay attention to national events.
The old man was followed by two soldiers, and a young beautiful secretary in black stockings, wearing glasses, with a round face and a sweet smile. This level of beauty was only seen by Yang Song in the school's broadcasting and hosting class.
I have seen it before, but unlike those women with heavy makeup, this woman is very simple.
After looking at the secretary for a few more times, Yang Song realized that the old man was sitting on the chair and smiling at him. He quickly looked away and looked at the old man.
"Yang Song, right?" The old man waved his hand, and two soldiers immediately stepped forward and stood beside Yang Song.
"What are you going to do?" Yang Song suddenly became alert. What are you going to do? Arrest yourself? He is already at the police station, do you want to take yourself to jail?
"Don't worry, before we do what we want to do, we need to confirm whether you agree." Lao Zheng took out a cigarette and said with a smile.
"Mr. Zheng, you smoke again..." Secretary Eyes said worriedly.
Lao Zheng waved his hand and said: "I came here in a hurry, without any big gesture, because I am not sure whether your condition is what the intelligence said, so we need to check it out."
Yang Song glanced at the two soldiers and knew that this was inevitable, but he still said: "But Mr. Zheng, have you ever thought about the consequences of this?"
Consequences? What consequences? Yang Song knows that the so-called experiment must cause a wound on himself. No matter how big or small, this wound will eventually be linked to everyone. He has tried it once and knows the serious consequences of doing so, so he needs to
Make it clear to the old man in front of you, otherwise the responsibility will be placed on yourself again.
Lao Zheng frowned, and the force of his smoking suddenly increased, spitting out a large cloud of smoke, and said: "I will bear the consequences."
"I have no objection." Yang Song closed his eyes and finally came to this moment. He has been afraid since he discovered the abnormality on his body, but as the policeman said before, escaping cannot solve the problem. In the end, he will
To face.
"Let's do it." Old Zheng said solemnly.
The two soldiers acted immediately. One of them fixed Yang Song on the chair, then raised Yang Song's arm. The other soldier took out a sterilized needle from the tool bag and made a gesture on Yang Song's hand.
, looked at Lao Zheng.
Lao Zheng stood up solemnly, approached Yang Song, and said: "Finger." After saying that, he stopped looking at Yang Song. Instead, he raised his hand and stared at it with all his concentration. He had to see it with his own eyes before he would
Be sure of all this.
This soldier knew the consequences of inserting a needle into Yang Song's hand. As long as he inserted the needle into Yang Song's hand, it would be equivalent to personally inserting a needle into everyone in the world, including his parents, his wife,
And his newborn son.
Taking a deep breath, the soldier's hand grasped the needle like lightning and touched it on Yang Song's finger. Then he immediately pulled it out and threw it on the ground. He immediately looked at his finger.
Lao Zheng's cloudy eyes widened, and his lips couldn't help trembling. Right in front of him, he witnessed with his own eyes that a tiny blood hole appeared on his thumb that had not been in contact with anything at all, and then there was a faint trace of blood.
No pain is transmitted from the fingers to the brain through nerves.
"Click." The notebook in the secretary's hand fell to the ground, and he looked at his fingers with a pale face. This scene was really shocking.
At the same time, in the police station, Xiao Huang, who had just walked out of the police station and was about to go home, pulled out his right hand like lightning. A blood hole appeared on his thumb without any warning, as if he had been pricked by a needle.
Gao Jinjun, who was angrily scolding his brother-in-law, closed his mouth and looked at his fingers, wondering what he was thinking in his mind.
In the school dormitory, Yang Song's roommates who had just heard Gao Zheng say everything kept their mouths shut and looked at Gao Zheng with somewhat complicated eyes. Only Gao Zheng didn't seem to think so much at all and just talked to them excitedly.
As he was talking about the praise he received from his family and senior government officials, his voice suddenly stopped and everyone looked at his fingers at the same time.
It is already early in the morning, and most Chinese people have already gotten up. On the other side of the world, it is dark night, but even in their sleep, most people are awakened by the sudden tingling pain on their fingers.
, many of them with bad tempers have already grabbed the grabby objects around them and smashed them on the ground.
In space, an astronaut who was doing routine maintenance on the space station suddenly felt a stinging pain on his finger. Shocked, he immediately returned to the cabin and hurriedly took off his spacesuit. Only then did he see that the spacesuit was not damaged.
, but only his fingers were injured out of thin air.
So he and countless others yelled: "Is it over yet?"
Old Zheng raised his head with difficulty, waved the two soldiers and secretary to leave, and looked at Yang Song with a complicated expression.
Yang Song was not surprised at all by the surprise of the old man in front of him. He was just wondering what the government would do to him after finding him.
"Finally found you." Lao Zheng sighed and took out his mobile phone.