Chapter 53

"I'm sorry... I, I don't know how to talk to you," two lines of tears fell from Que He's porcelain-white face, wetting her cheeks, "I also raised you, when you were in my house, I, I never treated you badly because of this, I still remember that you like..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

Yan Gun opened his mouth and spit a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood on Que He's beautiful face.

Que He was stunned, more tears flowed from her eyes, she didn't get angry, just wiped them with her sleeves, lowered her head, and sobbed.

"A woman with a little status can't cry wantonly in front of people, it's easy to make people hate her, tears should be a weapon of a woman's charm."

Her mind suddenly emerged that her mother had taught her this.

Her tears became more violent.

"Mrs. Shang, I don't want to see you, please leave." Yan Gun was annoyed by her crying and said coldly.

Que He suppressed her sobbing tongue, wiped her tears quickly, opened her hazy eyes, the young man in front of her looked almost exactly like her son, but had a completely different life. It was undoubtedly a hard life, and her hardened heart softened immediately.

"I can help you leave here, as long as you promise me one thing, a small thing, that I won't hurt you, okay?" Que He said in a pleading tone.

"Madam Shang, a few days ago you were still chasing me and planned to kidnap me back to replace your own son's organs. I believed you? Do you think I'm an eight-year-old child?" The smoke gun wanted to spit at her again. If he hadn't been thirsty for water and dry mouth for a long time, he would have wanted to spit a few more times on this face.

"He doesn't have much time left. I beg you. Just a little blood is needed. He can't synthesize normal blood anymore... Let him live a few more days, let him fulfill his last wish. I beg you, only you can..."

"What does his life or death have to do with me? Just because it's called a volunteer body, does it mean he has a real obligation? Bullshit! You threw it away at the beginning, thank you for letting me have this day, but now you want to regret it? It's too late! Hold your son's body and cry. I don't mind giving some gifts at the funeral."

Yanqiang's words were extremely unpleasant. Seeing Quehe's face getting paler bit by bit, he felt extremely happy, but there was a hint of complicated emotions stirring his heart.

Quehe was trembling all over. She clenched her handbag tightly. Her face had turned completely white, without a trace of blood.

She tried to calm her voice, but it was still shaking. "I, I don't know what your name is now. His name is Shang Yanyu. We used to name you Shang Yanshan. I like this name very much... You have been very strong since you were a child."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it have nothing to do with me? I, I am actually your mother. If you want, I can take you home. You can call me..."

Yanqiang stood up suddenly, his body swayed slightly for a few times, but he stood up straight soon.

He lowered his head, stared at Quehe with his vicious eyes, and said word by word: "I am not born by you, nor raised by you. I won't kill you, just because your little tricks are no threat to us, but if you say such disgusting words again, I will make you pay the price."

Quehe also stood up. She wanted to support Yanqiang, but her hand was opened fiercely. Her fingers were immediately red. She came to her senses and realized that the young man in front of her was not her weak son.

"Madam Shang, I've changed my mind now. We can make a deal," Yanqiang stared at Quehe, "Tell me everything about the experiments in Tushita Heaven, the cooperation with Master Mei, and those faceless bionic people. I can donate some blood for your son."

Quehe's face became even uglier. She subconsciously took a step back, but was tripped by a chair and sat down on it awkwardly. She clutched her handbag tightly, and blood flowed from her nails.

"Then there's nothing to say. Go away."

Quehe took a deep breath. When she raised her head again, it was as if two lights were lit in her eyes, bright and weird, and her smile was twisted and uncomfortable.

"This way I can help you, right? This way I can compensate you, right?" She asked anxiously, her voice a little out of control.

Smoker endured the dizziness. He no longer had the energy to lose his temper with this crazy woman. He simply nodded, "It's okay, okay."

"Okay, I'll help you. I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything." Que He put her hand on her chest. Her eyes were blazing, as if she was a trekker who saw an oasis, with longing and piety.

"Those 'monsters' in Tushita Heaven were created by Shang Liming. He used to be Chen Ming's first assistant and an elite in genetic experiments. Including those bionic people without facial features, they were also projects he completed personally... I don't understand these. Shang Liming just asked me to get rid of these monsters at first. Later, he found that he could make money from this, so he asked me to open 'Tushita Heaven' and use these curious things to attract people to enjoy."

"Then your test subjects needed a kind of metal to maintain life, so you hired Master Mei to smuggle it." Smoker interrupted her.

"Yes," Que He's eyes flashed with surprise, "After the reserve metal was used up, we hired Mei Zhuan, who is the best translator among the lobbyists. Bologna is an ancient and backward country, and only he can go there. I heard that he can learn a new language in a week. He is a genius in this field."

"What else?"

Que He's voice trembled a little, "Mei Zhuan took away the batch of scrapped bionic people, and sometimes he would bring back some fragments for processing, but I, I don't know what he did specifically."

"Go on."

" He said he had a way to help me find you, so I... Only in this way can Xiaoyu be saved, as long as Xiaoyu can be saved, I can do anything. "

"Then why do you still tell me all this?" Yanqiang sneered, "He can help you think of more ways, and he can always succeed, and your son will be saved. Let me guess, the fire in Tushita Heaven was set by Master Mei, right? From the beginning, he was not really submissive to you merchants. You treated him as a dog. In fact, he was a wolf that planned to bite back from the beginning. "

Que He sighed and was speechless.

"What else, tell me specifically."

"Some time ago, people from above came to check and had to shut down for a few days. I asked him to help take care of it, but I didn't expect him to..."

"You deserve it." The tip of Yanqiang's tongue rolled out these two words.

Que He's face was pale, and tears kept flowing on her delicate and beautiful face. "Madam Shang, you came here today not because you have a guilty conscience and finally want to confess your sins, but because you find yourself at a dead end. You can only make this request, and you are worried that I will not agree."

"Madam Shang, you really deserve it."

Yongqiang looked down at this frustrated and tearful middle-aged woman, and he felt very happy, happy to avenge his hatred. This is an unprecedented openness.

When he was a mercenary, he liked to lie on the dry grass in the wilderness, where the sky was completely different from the city, looking at the night sky with dark stars and feeling the wind passing through his body.

The whole world is changing, and he is alone. At this time, he will repeatedly imagine what "home" looks like.

He has a vague childhood memory about "home", which he treasures in a soft and warm room in his heart. Now think about it, that is probably what Que He said "raised him for five years", and every inch of the wall of that room was smashed to pieces.

It was the last glass bead in the hand of a lonely person, and the residence of the soul at night.

Just when this ignorant and cruel murderer was about to lose everything, he felt that the pain suppressed in his heart finally found an outlet. After spitting out the last breath of bad air, he finally felt open, extremely open.

The smoke gun laughed disdainfully, "Que He, thank you. Thank you and Shang Shu for letting me live that year."

The fat inspector handed Que He an electronic pen. Que He left her name at the end of the bail slip. Her eyes were still slightly red, and her whole expression was withered. The fat inspector felt a little pity and wanted to comfort her, but Li Manzi pinched her waist hard, and her round belly suddenly stood up.

"Mrs. Shang, are you going with the two of you, or..." The fat inspector was expressionless and breathed in cold air secretly.

"Well, I want to take two young people away." Que He's face still had a bit of sadness, like a beautiful woman shedding tears.

"As far as I know, these two are..."

"Inspector Shen, please keep your mouth shut." Que He interrupted the fat inspector.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Que He turned his head and nodded to Li Manzi, who showed a secretive smile, not as attentive as the fat inspector.

Yan Qiang asked Que He to send him and Chen Li to Liuli Guang, and he could only wait at the door, and then walked into the courtyard with Chen Li.

Que He stood there, she had regained her usual calm and elegance, the strong wind blew her dark green windbreaker and messed up her light golden hair.

Chen Li did not rush to ask Yan Qiang what was going on, but just followed him silently.

Zhu Qingyuan glanced at the face of the smoker and said, "You should lie down."

The smoker did not move, leaning back on the chair tiredly and unbuttoning his sleeves.

"How much?" Zhu Qingyuan did not continue to persuade him and took the blood drawer.

"What is the maximum?" The smoker's voice was a little tired.

"800cc to 1000cc."

"Then one thousand."

"Oh." Zhu Qingyuan inserted the needle into the blood vessel, and the internal and external pressure quickly filled the blood bag. The deep red blood was heavily packed in the transparent sterile bag, emitting a dazzling luster.

"There is another bag." Zhu Qingyuan took off the blood bag and replaced it with another set of disposable sterile tube bags.

"So many..." The smoker muttered, he felt more dizzy, his eyes were white and flashing, his head was dizzy and uncomfortable.

"You chose it yourself." Zhu Qingyuan said coldly. "Where's Chen Li?"

"Chen Li?" Zhu Qingyuan repeated the name in surprise, but soon continued calmly, "I haven't seen him, how would I know."

The blood had not been drawn yet, and the smoke gun's head drooped weakly on one side. It was unknown whether he was too tired or had fainted.

Zhu Qingyuan patted the back of his hand, and the smoke gun supported himself and sat up straight, squinting at Zhu Qingyuan.

"Here, I've packed it for you." Zhu Qingyuan picked up the paper bag in his hand.

The smoke gun tried to stand up, but the paper bag was taken away by another hand. Chen Li walked in at some point. He took the paper bag and pressed the smoke gun back, "I'll go and ask Dr. Zhu to find a place for you to rest for a while."

"Be careful." The smoke gun instructed.

"Yeah." Chen Li nodded and turned to leave.

"If you're worried, follow me." Zhu Qingyuan saw that the smoke gun had been tilting his head to look at the door. This posture affected his treatment of the wound, and he couldn't help but sound a little irritable.

"Doesn't the boss think you talk too much?" Smoker retorted.

"Hey, he really doesn't. He likes me to talk too much. The more the better."

"It makes my head hurt."

"That's because you have a headache. What does it have to do with me? How long have you had a fever? You've drawn so much blood, but you're still so lively. You're an animal."

Smoker realized that the more he paid attention to Zhu Qingyuan, the more he talked, so he simply shut up.

"By the way, the person you brought last time was taken back by his family. It is estimated that he has registered an electronic tombstone now. If you are bored, go to the Citizen Cemetery to check it yourself..."

Smoker felt dizzy and Zhu Qingyuan kept chattering in his ears. He seemed to hear something in a trance, but he didn't understand anything. Excessive fatigue and inflammation finally made him lose all consciousness.