Chapter 302: Tricked Again
The morning light shone on the earth, and the snow in Country A finally stopped.
The four of them walked out of the basement, and the helicopter landed in the open space of the slaughterhouse. The pilot was the same one who had escorted Lin Rencheng back home last time, and he was extremely respectful to Lu Heng.
Rather than a bodyguard or an employee, he's more like Deadpool... or rather, a mercenary.
Meng Anran looked thoughtfully at the man in a suit in front of her. The influence he had in Country A seemed to be deeper than she had imagined.
Outside the porthole was the roar of the propeller, but inside the cabin it was as quiet as a chicken.
Konai was quietly flipping through the book "Confessions of a Mask" that he carried with him. Lu Heng was leaning on the bed with his eyes closed, and Meng Anran was catching up on her sleep with her head resting on Qin Mu's shoulder. Qin Mu had one arm around her waist and was flipping through his phone with the other hand to read the morning news in Beijing.
"The beef porridge tastes good." Lu Heng said softly out of the blue.
Qin Mu looked over, and Lu Heng slowly raised his eyelashes and glared at him: "I barely approve of your cooking skills."
Qin Mu curled his lips and said, "I learned it for An Xiaoran. She likes to eat it."
What it means is: It doesn’t matter whether you agree or not, as long as An Xiaoran likes it.
Lu Heng hummed softly and closed his eyes again.
Kenai observed Lu Heng's every move and happened to see a sentence in the book: "Because I didn't know how to love, I accidentally killed the one I loved, just like those barbarian plunderers."
When he read out these words, he clearly saw that Lu Heng's eyelashes trembled slightly.
…
In the basement of the abandoned cold storage in the old port area, the damp and moldy smell cannot cover up the pungent smell of medicine.
Pushing the moldy wooden door, the rusty hinges made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
The cold LED lights on the ceiling cast a pale light, making the entire space as cold and eerie as a morgue.
The mildew on the wall was hastily covered with surgical drapes, which were stained with suspicious brown stains.
A skinny man was tied to the iron bed on the left, with an IV tube inserted into the vein at his wrist, and turbid yellow liquid was being injected into his body drop by drop.
His pupils were dilated, dry white foam hung from the corners of his mouth, and his chest was rising and falling weakly.
On the medical record card stuck to the end of the bed, the words "Subject No. 7" were repeatedly blacked out.
Blood-stained cotton balls were scattered on the old-fashioned laboratory table in the center, and several used syringes were haphazardly inserted into the foam board. A brown medicine bottle labeled "Propyl Ephedrine" lay to the side, with half-solidified dark red liquid still hanging from the bottle mouth.
The most horrifying thing is the "results wall" on the right - hundreds of photos are densely packed on it. Each photo is a close-up of a different person convulsing, vomiting, or in a state of madness.
Bai Yujin stood in the corner, putting the prepared medicine into ampoules.
"Calculating the time, no matter how strong Lu Yi's drug resistance is, he should have a reaction, right?" Her voice echoed in the empty laboratory.
"It will happen soon. It will happen within 48 hours." A hoarse voice came from the darkness, accompanied by the sound of dragging footsteps. The man's weakened face gradually appeared in the light and shadow.
His face is 70% similar to Lu Heng!
Bai Yujin raised her red lips and revealed a delighted smile, turning her head to look at the other person, "Soon, I will have two obedient and well-behaved children."
…
Beijing City, top floor of Ruiming Group.
In order to conceal the news of Lu Heng's return to China, Meng Anran specifically ordered the entire company to take a holiday today, and even the security guards were not allowed to come back for duty.
A dedicated elevator goes directly from the top floor to the underground parking lot. The prepared business cars are all 5A safety grade, and the scene inside cannot be seen from the outside.
"This car is for you. The driver is trustworthy and the car is very safe. Just contact the driver if you need to travel." Meng Anran sent the driver's phone number to Lu Heng on WeChat and added, "If you don't want Duan Jingyao to know you're back, stay at Lihuayuan. Lu Yi is also there. I've arranged for more than a dozen bodyguards to ensure your safety."
"Take me to Jinyu Restaurant." Lu Heng suddenly said. He preferred to stay in his own territory rather than Meng Anran's house.
Meng Anran did not raise any objections. She nodded slightly to the driver through the rearview mirror, and the car turned and headed towards Jinyu Restaurant.
"Your change of clothes..." She had just started to speak when she was interrupted by Lu Heng.
"I can arrange it myself." Lu Heng didn't allow her to argue. He glanced at her and continued, "I've lived in Jing City for so many years. A small matter won't destroy all my power."
Meng Anran pursed her lips. It seemed that she was worrying too much. Lu Heng's ability to withstand psychological pressure was stronger than she had imagined, and his influence was deeper than she had imagined.
So... he suddenly ran to Country A simply because he didn't want to see her?
Tsk, I’ve been tricked again!
The car stopped at the back door of the Jinyu Restaurant. Lu Heng stopped Meng Anran who was about to get out of the car and said, "Just drop her off here. Tell me the time for the next psychotherapy session in advance and have Kenai meet me in the tea room."
Meng Anran was speechless. As expected, he was still the arrogant and domineering "Mr. Lu".
"I understand. Whatever you say."
After watching the car go away, Lu Heng turned and walked in. A figure was waiting at the corner of the corridor.
"Mr. Lu, welcome back." Xiang Fu bowed and waited for Lu Heng to pass before following him closely. "The Third Young Master contacted me, and I gave him the asset transfer certificate you prepared. I went to see the Second Young Master last night. He's not in good condition and isn't conscious. If he attacks again, the sedatives might not work."
Lu Heng paused. It seemed that Bai Yu’s newly prepared potion was about to make his stupid brother unable to endure it.
"How is the development of the antidote progressing?" he asked in a deep voice.
Xiang Fu shook his head: "I'm at a loss."
Lu Heng pressed his thin lips into a cold, hard line. "With such a large research team, don't you have any ideas at all?"
His tone was as cold as usual, but Xiang Fu could tell that he was a little angry.
Bai Yujin has been secretly developing drugs to control Lu Yi, and Lu Heng has been developing an antidote that can free Lu Yi from control.
Unfortunately, over the years, Lu Yi's illness has become more and more serious, and there is no clue about the development of an antidote, so he can only use sedatives to stabilize Lu Yi's condition.
Even Lu Heng, who was as steady as an old dog, was about to lose his patience.
Xiang Fu pursed his lips tightly, not daring to say a word, knowing that if he spoke at this moment he would only be walking into Lu Heng's trap.
Lu Heng snorted coldly, "A bunch of trash."
…
Night fell over the city, and the temperature plummeted to a freezing frost.
The cold wind froze the light from the street lamps into pale yellow icicles, and the dead branches of the trees on the roadside cast hideous shadows on the glass.
The ringtone tore through the tranquility of the night, and the words "Deng He" jumped on the caller ID, symbolizing the coming of disaster.
"Miss, Second Young Master Lu's condition has worsened!"
Meng Anran's heart tightened, and she patted the back of the driver's seat: "Drive faster."
The snow in Beijing hasn't stopped yet.
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