Zhao Changjiang felt a pang of pain when he saw the captain spend so much money in just a few words. After leaving the car dealership, he couldn't help but complain to Song Yun, "It's too shabby."
Song Yun put on the sunglasses she had just bought on the roadside and handed a pair to Zhao Changjiang. "It's because we have no status. If not us, who else can we kill?"
The two drove away from the dealership in a noisy pickup truck. Given the condition of the car, it was no wonder that the employee was so willing to rent it to her. Even if the car was not returned, they would not lose anything just based on the deposit.
At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone met at the agreed place to share information.
Song Yun listened and took notes, and finally found some useful information among a pile of meaningless text.
"The main gate to the Pharmaceutical Research Institute was closed all afternoon. Everyone entered and exited through the small gate on the east side. Everyone walked in and out, not even bicycles. They were also subject to body searches. Everyone entering and leaving wore a pass and uniform work clothes. Only at 3:30 pm did two doctors leave the Pharmaceutical Research Institute without being body searched. Management at the pharmaceutical factory is clearly laxer. Every gate was open, and all kinds of vehicles were coming in and out all afternoon, especially delivery trucks. Employees were also subject to body searches when they entered and left."
The doctor was not searched?
Song Yun asked Liao Fuqiang, who was in charge of the drug research, "How did you know those two people coming in and out were doctors?"
Liao Fuqiang said, "He was wearing a white coat and carrying a medicine box. He looked like a doctor, so the security guard let him in straight away."
Kong Dapeng asked, "Captain, why don't we just break in in the middle of the night when the security guards are lax."
Song Yun shook her head. "No, we can't alert the enemy before we find the person."
After pondering for a moment, Song Yun said, "I'll go get a few white coats and medicine boxes and continue to monitor the drug research tonight. If there are doctors coming in or out at night, we'll follow them in, and the rest of us will wait outside for help."
**
Si Fengnian felt that he was about to die. Several days of high fever had made his mind confused. There were many sounds around him, but he could not hear or understand them. Someone was pricking him with a needle, and a cold liquid was flowing into his body. He knew that it was the R countrymen who were trying to save him, but he had no sense of recovery. His mind was becoming more and more confused, and he felt like he was falling down, as if he had fallen into an endless black hole.
"Master, Master, wake up, it's time for class."
Si Fengnian opened his eyes and saw a young face. It was of a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old, bright and pretty. She was wearing a school uniform, had a ponytail, and was holding an ancient blue-covered book in her hand.
It’s Song Yun, the Song Yun who hasn’t grown up yet.
How to reply?
As soon as the thought came to mind, Song Yun's face in front of me became blurry again, and a flood of memories flooded into my mind.
In these memories, he and his master were thrown into the sea on a boat heading to the harbor city. His master died, but he survived and lived like a savage on the island for a month. He was finally rescued by a passing fishing boat and taken to the harbor city.
Later, when China opened up, he returned to China with many people, bought the courtyard house at No. 9 Zhengde Street, became the dean of a Chinese medicine college, and accepted a very spiritual apprentice, Song Yun.
Every bit of memory was strange yet familiar. He was a completely different person. He had lost his master and had not met Bai Ruanruan. He just taught his apprentice carefully and lived with his apprentice who had lost all his family for more than 20 years, just like him and his master back then.
Later, an explosion claimed Song Yun's life, and he died of depression due to excessive grief.
Was this a dream? But everything felt so real, as if he had really experienced it. He remembered every little detail clearly, even the taste of the food his apprentice cooked.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and heard Song Yun's surprised voice in my ears, "You're awake, too late."
His pupils slowly focused, and he could clearly see the person in front of him. It was Song Yun, the Song Yun from 1977 in China.
At this time, Song Yun was wearing a white coat, with a disguise on her face and a mask pulled to her chin, and was collecting silver needles one by one.
He stared at Song Yun in front of him, recalling some past events that he had never cared about before.
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