"How do I know - I'm innocent too!" From the tone of Han Gang's tone, it seemed that he was really innocent and aggrieved, and there was no deliberate concealment at all:
"I usually keep up with her. Most of the time, I pay the rent in full every quarter. I will never default on any deductions. Even if there is any unexpected situation, I will make up for it immediately afterwards."
…”
"I just wanted to ask you, what exactly did you rent from her?" Zhang Ke interrupted Han Gang's ramblings and asked directly, "You don't need to rent a house to live in, right? That's renting
Her shop? Or something else.”
"This is a business secret, I won't comment." Han Gang answered immediately without hesitation.
"Whether you can go out now is a problem, and you still want to help her hide business secrets?" Zhang Ke laughed and said, "You yourself have lost half of your legs, and you still don't tell me the situation frankly, how can I help you?"
you."
"In short - I think this has little to do with the current situation. If you have to ask the truth, I can only tell you that it was my father's company that leased a high-tech patent held by Sister Lan.
Development rights and commercial rights." Han Gang said:
"Some of the company's current important project products are directly linked to that patent. However, Sister Lan has the right to take it back for free at any time. She does not need to bear any responsibility. There is no need to kidnap me to force my father to submit."
"...Indeed, this doesn't make sense." Zhang Ke looked at the dim surroundings and the shocking wound on Han Gang's leg, and finally made a decision:
"It's too difficult to consider and speculate on Sister Lan's motives and purposes out of thin air now. What's more, I don't know her at all, and you haven't completely told the truth." Zhang Ke said:
"In short, the most important thing right now is to leave this basement, but before that, you have to take care of your wounds."
"It doesn't matter to me." Han Gang refused resolutely, "I just didn't know that my leg was injured just now, so I couldn't stand up all at once. I just need to endure it a little more this time..."
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and rubbed the hard desk behind him, trying to stand up.
However, the knee had only been bent halfway when it dragged the huge ravine-like wound on his calf, causing him to cry out in pain and almost fall to the ground again. Fortunately, he managed to hold the corner of the table with his hands.
"It's better not to be brave. This kind of wound requires stitches before you can move in the hospital." Zhang Ke shook his head and said, "If you force it, it will only make the wound open wider and the blood loss will be more serious."
"But how do you treat wounds in this hellish place?" Han Gang's lips turned white, and the symptoms of long-term blood loss were gradually showing. "Only by leaving here first can we get the medicine."
"There is a door here. Let me open it first and try it. Don't move where you are."
Zhang Ke took a look around the house. It looked like a room filled with old furniture, even a double bed and a refrigerator, as well as an underground warehouse for items that were not usually used. You need to find fresh water and medicine in it.
As with medical devices, it's probably impossible.
Only the locked door on the opposite wall may still hide some hope. If it is not completely locked, there will be more places to explore outside the door——
"Click, click..."
"No, it's still locked tightly as expected." Zhang Ke tried to pull or push the door open, but it still didn't move.
"Definitely. Since that crazy woman wants to lock us up here, why would she leave us a chance to escape?" Han Gang sat on the ground disapprovingly and said, "Do you think everyone else is like you?
Stupid."
"I'm helping you find medicine." Zhang Ke retorted unceremoniously, "Whose blessing did I owe to be imprisoned in this hellish place?"
Han Gang knew that he was in the wrong, and he also understood that his leg injury could not be ignored and delayed.
In the evening before, I had said so many sarcastic words and tried to snatch Yuan Mengmeng away in front of him. It was already very rare that the other party was willing to help him find medicine regardless of his previous suspicion.
"Let me ask you, are you afraid that if I die, no one will be willing to give you credit for rent in the future?" Han Gang said somewhat unconvinced.
"I'm afraid that it will be unlucky for you to die next to me." Zhang Ke said without looking back, "Looking at your extravagant and corrupt lifestyle, if you die, you will definitely rot very quickly. I don't want to be choked in the end.
Died in the basement."
"Hey, who are you calling rotten?" Han Gang was so angry that he wanted to rush over and give the other party a slap in the face, but was helplessly trapped in place by his injured leg, so he could only rage.
"Okay, let's stop bickering." Zhang Ke banged his body against the door several times and found that it still didn't move, so he finally gave up and sighed:
"Save your energy, there are quite a lot of things in this room, maybe you can find something useful."
"The house is full of rags, what can be useful?" Han Gang looked behind him with some resignation, at the desk he had been leaning on.
Although it is very old and covered with dust, the wooden structure of the desk itself is still very intact and strong, and it has not wavered or shifted even if it bears the weight of his entire body.
There were many blank papers scattered on the table, all of which were yellowed draft papers. There was nothing written on them, but some ink pens and fountain pens were placed side by side.
"These pens have completely stopped producing water." Han Gang unscrewed a pen and didn't need to write on the paper at all. He could already tell how dry it was just by the sense of smell at the tip of his nose:
"Although they all seem to be famous brands, they have been left idle in a place like this for too long, and the ink inside has long dried out."
"What about the fountain pen?" Zhang Ke asked.
"As long as the pen tip is not damaged, you can still use it no matter how long you keep it." Han Gang said with some disdain, "However, a person with status like me would not bother to use such an ordinary water pen.
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"You'd better go out first, and then act like a big-tailed wolf." Zhang Ke walked to the table, picked up a blue pen, and lightly scratched the draft. As expected, it was easy to leave a dark blue streak.
Mark of.
"Why do you need paper and pen? It can't be eaten or worn. How can it be used to write a suicide note?" Han Gang took a look at it and then said angrily.