Chapter 43 Doubt

Yan Ting and Chu Ran brought some refreshments to Jing Yu. The two wanted to comfort Jing Yu, but it was obvious that Jing Yu was a little absent-minded.

Finally, after a call from Black Panther, Yan Ting and Chu Ran left.

Jing Yu held the phone and listened to Black Panther's report on the other end of the phone:

"Captain Jing, the people from the research department analyzed the genes of the containment unit we brought back yesterday and discovered that it was a containment unit that should have been hunted down. They don't know why it came back to life. On March 29th of last year, this containment unit was terminated using... disintegration."

Dismemberment is a special method of killing high-risk objects. The limbs, head, tail and other body parts of the objects are separated one by one and then buried or cremated.

Jing Yu clutched the phone tightly, his frown deepening. "Was that thing buried or cremated?"

"bury."

Burying it also gives someone who is interested a chance to revive it.

The first person Jing Yu thought of was Cui Weis. After all, what couldn’t that madman do?

Perhaps after Travis resurrected that thing, it ran away from the Sixth Continent.

But, without the permission of his superiors, would Cui Weis dare to do this?

Although Cui Weis is considered a geek, he still knows the difference between a full meal and a full meal. He is not purely devoted to science. Cui Weis also cares about his situation in official circles.

Therefore, unless there is 100% certainty that he can pass the buck, Cui Weis generally will not disobey the orders of his superiors.

Jing Yu took a deep breath and said, "Did the research department tell me how this thing came back to life?"

After Jing Yu asked this question, he wanted to withdraw it. The answer was obvious: definitely no.

In other words, even if they "have", they will never tell Jingyu.

Black Panther gave a negative answer and said, "Captain Jing, do you want us to investigate this matter privately? Arrange someone..."

Jing Yu tsk- ...

"yes."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Yu folded his fingers and rested them on his chin. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could recall the scene of that day. He saw it clearly from the helicopter.

At that time, a corpse flew out from somewhere and hit Fei Yu directly. Then, Fei Yu started to stare blankly while holding the corpse, and then the shelter stepped on it.

Corpse?

Whose body is that?

Jing Yu suddenly thought of this question. When he stood up and prepared to go out to find Yan Ting to ask him about this matter, he just stood up from the chair when suddenly everything in front of his eyes went dark.

“Hmm—”

The sudden headache made Jingyu feel like his right eye was about to explode. He covered his head with one hand and held the table with the other, wanting to return to his seat, but he could not see anything when he opened his eyes.

"Hold……"

Cursing under his breath, Jing Yu slowly squatted down with the help of the table, then leaned his back against the table. He gasped for breath and sweat seeped out of his forehead.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The staff officer outside heard the noise and knocked on the door twice: "Major General?"

Jing Yu responded: "It's okay."

Then, he opened his eyes again, and his vision was a little clearer than before, although it still looked blurry, as if he was extremely nearsighted and could only see black and white. But he groped his way to the sofa, barely supported himself and sat down on it, found the cup with his hand, picked it up and drank a sip of ice water.

My whole body felt like it was on fire, and my head felt like it was going to explode at any moment. It felt like there was a tendon inside my head that was constantly throbbing, and my skull seemed like it was going to split open.

The pain seemed to be gnawing at Jingyu's bone marrow. He leaned on the sofa for a while and his shirt was soaked.

"Knock, knock, knock," the staff officer knocked on Jing Yu's door again: "Major General, there will be a joint meeting with the Administration Department in fifteen minutes."

"Tell them I'm not going. Let Black Panther go for me."

"Yes." The secretary responded and was about to leave, but he felt that Jing Yu's voice on the other side of the door was not right, so he asked, "Major General, are you okay?"

"It's okay."

Jing Yu said perfunctorily, and after hearing the footsteps at the door gradually fade away, he slowly opened his eyes and felt dizzy.

Can't be here.

You absolutely cannot fall here...

Jing Yu staggered to his feet, and all the light in his sight turned white. He carefully opened the door, then stumbled down the stairs, rode his bike, and groped his way back towards home.

“Click!”

Jing Yu pushed the door open and came in with dirty clothes and a broken skin on his arm. If you didn't know, you would think that this man had just experienced some terrible battle.

The body of the motorcycle looked like it had fallen into the mud and was dirty all over.

Jing Yu walked home with heavy steps. Every two steps, his left foot almost tripped over his right foot. He fell to the ground at the entrance, like a rag spread on the ground.

"Brother, why are you..."

Adams had just come out of the living room and reached the entrance. When he saw Jing Yu fall straight to the ground, the dissatisfaction on his face instantly turned into uneasiness. He immediately rushed over and helped Jing Yu up: "Brother? Brother, are you okay?"

"What's going on? I'll go call a doctor!"

"Don't go!"

Just as Adams was about to leave, Jing Yu grabbed his sleeve and said, "Adams, is that you?"

Adams was stunned for a moment, and his panicked expression gradually calmed down. Then, he sat cross-legged beside Jing Yu, tucked the wet hair on Jing Yu's forehead behind his ear, and his eyes darkened: "It's me."

Jing Yu shook his head repeatedly: "Don't go find a doctor, help me to the bed."

"good."

"Adams'" expression softened a little. Jingyu stretched out his hand and wanted him to lift him up, but "Adams" simply picked Jingyu up horizontally and walked towards the stairs.

Looking at this scene in the surveillance video, An Tianyu frowned slightly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jing Yu's staff officer standing in front of him: "Are you saying that Major General Jing is unwell today?"

The staff officer nodded. "The Major General also asked me to adjust the meetings of the Operations Department and the Administrative Department so that Captain Black Panther will attend."

An Tianyu's shrewd face remained expressionless. He slowly shifted his gaze back to the surveillance footage, then took a sip of the lukewarm black tea from the white teacup in his hand.

"Got it. If Xiaojing has any situation in the future, please report it to me in time."

"yes."

The staff officer turned to leave, and An Tianyu suddenly said, "There's more."

"General, you say."

"Don't tell anyone that Xiaojing is not feeling well today."

"yes."

"Go ahead."

Watching the young staff officer leave, An Tianyu turned off the surveillance on the screen, got up, put on his clothes, called his private doctor, and drove to the downstairs of Jingyu's house.

He straightened his suit collar before knocking on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A moment later, "Adams" ran downstairs and opened the door while buttoning his shirt.

When he opened the door and saw An Tianyu, Adams was stunned for a moment——

The man in front of him had sinister eyes and brows, exactly like An Cheng Zhan.

An Tianyu looked Adams over from head to toe, his eyes seeming to have stripped him completely naked.

He was barefoot, his pants were baggy, and his clothes had just been put on.

An Tianyu frowned, and his expression instantly fell: "Where's Xiaojing?"

Adams said blankly, "Upstairs."

The next second, An Tianyu brought the doctor in and pushed "Adams" aside.

Adams followed after realizing what was happening: "What are you guys going to do?"

An Tianyu came to Jingyu's bedroom. When he opened the door, he saw that the bedroom curtains were tightly drawn and the room was dark.

The man lying on the bed had his chest bare, and his pajamas looked like they had just been put on and not put on properly. He was covered in sweat, and his breathing was terribly shallow.

An Tianyu's face darkened, and he turned back to look at Adams. However, because there was a private doctor on the scene, An Tianyu chose to change the question:

"What happened to him?"

"Adams" shook his head, and then An Tianyu pointed at Jingyu on the bed. The private doctor immediately went up and took out the instruments and equipment in his bag for monitoring.

“Drip—drip—”

Listening to the sound from the instrument, An Tianyu looked at Jing Yu on the bed anxiously——

Could it be that he remembered something, causing such a huge emotional fluctuation, that's why...

This is the result that An Tianyu least wants to see.