Fireworks +14
The moment she stepped through the door, Grandma Zhang's body visibly tensed up for a moment.
Although there was no light in the room, the sunlight was shining through the window at this time, and the dust rolled around and around in the halo of light. Only a table was still standing in the front hall, blurry and clear.
The old woman glanced sideways, a look of slight worry on her face. She squeezed Xu Liang's hand tightly and called out again, "Acheng..."
Xu Liang's pace slowed down, but he kept his eyes down, not daring to look at the old man.
His lips were pressed into a pale line, and his steps simply stopped there, not moving forward.
Song Ying couldn't bear to see such a thing.
But they have no choice.
Song Ying slowly lowered her chin, fixed her gaze on Xu Liang, and said softly, "Xiao Liang, we are also doing this for Grandma Zhang and Ah Cheng..."
The fine dust silently absorbed all the sounds in the air.
It was not until an illusion appeared on the floor in front of him that the almost solidified blood began to flow again.
Xu Liang let out a deep breath, then finally raised his eyes. His facial muscles twitched slightly, and he managed a smile with difficulty. "Grandma, this is where you used to live. Let's go in and take a look, okay?"
The old man remained silent. Xu Ying and Song Ying looked at each other and took two tentative steps forward.
The old man didn't resist too much, and took small steps, but the two men's arms were holding each other and getting closer.
Xu Liang kept paying attention to Grandma Zhang's reaction. His heartbeat quickened slightly and his throat felt dry.
The old man frowned slightly, and there was more confusion in his light gray pupils.
Xu Liang breathed a sigh of relief and continued forward.
However, just as they passed through the front hall and reached the room at the back where the elderly originally lived, the two of them had almost no time to react. Grandma Zhang beside them broke free from their wrists and rushed forward in a panic.
The force was so great that he could even throw them both off at the same time.
Xu Liang's heart suddenly tightened, and like a frightened rabbit, he rushed around in the small space in an instant.
She and Song Ying had no time to care about anything else, and their bodies subconsciously chased after Grandma Zhang.
Grandma Zhang took a big step, rushed into a room, ran out quickly, then rushed into another room and came out again.
It was as if the clock hand had lost its direction and had no idea where it was pointing.
She roared hoarsely: "Acheng, Acheng, don't be afraid... Grandma is here to save you, Acheng, Acheng, where are you?"
"Grandma!" Xu Ying and Song Ying chased after her and shouted, but it was no use.
Grandma Zhang seemed to be fully aware at this moment that her Ah Cheng was not among them.
She wants to save her Acheng.
Only now did Xu Liang realize how light and quick Grandma Zhang's movements were.
Although he looks skinny and as if he would fall down with a gust of wind, he is actually very strong, especially when it comes to matters concerning his granddaughter.
This may be a subconscious explosion of potential.
Grandma Zhang only entered and exited the room on the right. Xu Liang figured out her movements and blocked the next room she was about to enter in advance, trying to stop her.
But Grandma Zhang was like a possessed person, punching her mercilessly like the stormy night when they first met.
Fortunately, Xu Liang was mentally prepared in advance and grabbed the wall in time to stabilize himself and avoid falling.
Song Ying rushed over to help her: "Xiao Jing! Are you okay?"
Xu Liang frowned and shook his head quickly, "It's okay, I..."
The rest of the words were drowned out by the loud noise in the room. How could the two of them care about talking anymore? They turned around and rushed into the room together.
It was Grandma Zhang who overturned the remaining small cabinet in the room, then knelt on the ground, clenched her fists, and pounded the solid floor hard.
The muffled sound of "dong dong dong" continued to overflow from between the old man's hands and the floor. The slightly pale palm flesh was already engorged with blood, as if it were a red charcoal burning recklessly and recklessly.
Xu Liang wanted to stop the grandmother's action, but as soon as her hand touched the old woman, she was violently pushed away by her.
She glared at Xu Jing angrily and roared, "Get out of here! I want to save my Ah Cheng! They've locked her up down here! Get out of here!"
Xu Liang stumbled back a few steps, but managed to steady himself against the wall in time, his eyes meeting Song Ying's.
The expressions of the two men became solemn for a moment, and the frown between their brows reached its maximum.
The tense and aching heart was suddenly swallowed by a chill.
This... below?
Does Yikang have a basement?
The old man's constant movements of his hands kept interrupting Xu Liang's thoughts. She couldn't think deeply and didn't have time to think deeply.
Her body seemed to be completely out of her conscious control, groping around in this relatively empty room.
Seeing this, Song Ying also looked from the other side to see if he could find the switch to the basement.
But the result seemed not as they expected. There was nothing like a switch in the room.
Xu Liang thought he was wrong and wanted to continue to stop Grandma Zhang.
The next second, the floor suddenly sank, revealing a crack.
The old woman's eyes lit up, and the redness and swelling on her hands became more and more obvious, but she seemed to feel no pain at all and continued to smash down.
Xu Liang and Song Ying simply ignored everything and followed the old man to smash things.
The pain in his hand became more and more intense, and finally turned into numbness. Xu Liang saw that the gap was getting bigger and bigger.
She stopped Grandma Zhang and said, "Grandma, it's okay! Let me help you. I'll help you open it. Can you drink some water first?"
She kicked the floor several times, causing it to give way and revealing the stairs hidden underneath. Grandma Zhang stopped pushing her, but she wasn't willing to listen either.
"Get out of the way! I want to save Acheng! Acheng is almost killed by them! I want to save Acheng!"
"Grandma," Xu Liang held the old woman's hand, trying to convince her, "Grandma, let's go save Ah Cheng, but Ah Cheng will definitely be heartbroken when she sees you like this, so I'll go down first. Just drink some water, and Yingying will help you fix your hair, and then I'll take you down, okay?"
The old man raised his withered hand a little higher, touching the silver hair. He seemed to understand what Xu Liang said, and repeated, "Save Ah Cheng... Save Ah Cheng..."
Song Ying stepped forward in time and brought the 'water' she had prepared in advance to the old woman, and then blocked her in front of the crack in the ground: "Grandma, drink it first, I'll help you with your hair and clothes, and then we'll go down together to save Ah Cheng, okay?"
The old man was stunned for two seconds, glanced at her suspiciously, and finally drank the glass of water quickly.
Song Ying's chest sank quietly. With his free hand, he patted Xu Liang behind him and whispered, "Be careful!"
Xu Liang moved quickly and squeezed in through the half-exposed gap.
It was pitch black inside and I could hardly see anything.
With the little light coming through the gap, she stood firmly on the stairs, took out her cell phone from her pocket and turned on the flashlight.
A slightly dazzling light shone in, and she could see clearly that under the floor that they had smashed, there was a combination dial similar to a combination lock.
You should enter a password to go out, and there may be a remote control or something to come in.
Xu Liang never imagined that such a place existed here.
His heartbeat increased instead of decreasing, even his temples were throbbing. Xu Liang swallowed nervously and walked slowly down the stairs.
She was filled with fear at the dark road ahead. She could only see a corner at the end of the darkness, but she had no idea what lay inside.
The images in her mind were chaotic and disorganized. She thought of many things and imagined many possibilities, trying to prepare herself mentally as much as possible.
Fine dust was flying in balls in the flashing light column. She covered her mouth and nose, and could still hear Song Ying's voice coaxing Grandma Zhang in her ears.
Step by step.
Getting closer and closer to the corner.
Even though her footsteps were extremely light, she could still hear the echo.
After taking the last step, Xu Liang faced the gray wall, tears about to overflow. She took a deep breath, trying to relieve the tension, but was choked by the dust.
She could only silently encourage herself in her heart: She needed to know the truth, she did it for Grandma Zhang, for more elderly people, for Lin Cheng, and even... for her grandparents and for herself.
The corners of Xu Liang's eyes, red from coughing, were still wet. He held his phone in one hand and clenched the other into a fist at his side.
There seemed to be a faint fishy smell in the damp dust. I held my breath and turned around quickly.
The expected horror did not come——
The basement was empty except for dust piled on the concrete floor and a solid iron door propped against the wall by stones.
This seems like a useless space.
Can……
Heo Kyung couldn't ignore the remaining nail holes on the wall.
Light white powder appeared on the gray wall, and it showed signs of sliding down. Dozens of tiny white scratches were left next to the nail holes.
But Xu Liang couldn't imagine what was placed here before.
Laboratory bench?
drug?
But drilling shouldn't be necessary.
What are these scratches?
Xu Liang looked at every part carefully.
Nothing was found.
Maybe I can just call the police.
Xu Liang was about to return, not paying attention to her feet. After taking two steps, she kicked a stone with her toes. The stone, which was not heavy to begin with, was kicked some distance away by her. The iron gate then lost control and tended to close automatically.
My heart trembled slightly and my breathing became faster.
Fortunately, Xu Liang reacted quickly enough and pulled the iron gate in time, blocking the stone in front of the door again.
She relaxed a little and stood up again, but she suddenly froze in place.
The flashlight just happened to shine on the area near the door at my feet, and suddenly there was a small object where there was only dust.
Xu Liang quickly leaned forward, his pupils shrinking slightly.
It's a USB flash drive.
His brain became increasingly confused, and he gradually became deprived of oxygen in such a closed space. Xu Liang followed the movements of his body, took out a tissue from his pocket, quickly picked up the USB drive and put it back in his pocket, then stared at the small beam of light in front of him and walked quickly forward.
Back in the light, Xu Liang gasped for breath.
The black sportswear was covered in dust, and even the baseball cap was not spared.
Song Ying heard the noise and rushed over, asking, "Xiao Jing! Are you okay?"
Xu Ying supported himself on the ground with his hands and struggled to stand up with Song Ying's help. He shook his head and asked, "Grandma is asleep?"
Song Ying hummed.
Fortunately, they had made preparations in advance and prepared the medicine for Grandma Zhang in advance. Xu Liang was worried that she would be stressed and lose control of her emotions again.
Fortunately, Grandma Zhang took the medicine.
Xu Liang took out the USB drive and showed it to Song Ying: "There's nothing in the basement. It must have been cleaned out before it was abandoned. I only found a USB drive hidden under the iron door."
"Yingying, take Grandma back to Yian. I'll go back and see what's in this USB drive, and then call the police."
…
After Xu Liang got home, he didn't even change his shoes and rushed into the study covered in dust.
The muscles in her arms contracted and trembled in response to the stress. She finally took out the USB flash drive from her pocket. The sound of metal friction rang again and again, and she had no choice but to turn the entire laptop over.
Finally plugged in the USB drive.
A reminder popped up in the lower right corner, the sound of rapid breathing lingered, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, and his right hand held the mouse, sliding it left and right, making a slightly harsh sound as it rubbed against the desktop.
Xu Liang turned a deaf ear to it, only wanting to see the contents as soon as possible.
There is only one very eye-catching folder in the USB drive, named: Zhang Qilin’s important files.
When I clicked on it again, dozens of files slid out, and the page on the computer screen was unable to fully accommodate all of them.
Each file is clearly labeled with its name.
The dates ranged from three years ago to just recently, just a few days before Zhang Qilin's suicide. The first thing Xu Liang caught sight of was the first row of documents: the list of drug trial candidates.
Then swipe down:
Liu Yuhua's 031 record sheet, Sun Hongyun's 042 record sheet, Tang Bing's 056 record sheet...
Zhang Cuilan 064 record sheet.
Xu Ying clicked on Grandma Zhang's file, which was a PDF form that clearly recorded Grandma Zhang's photo, name, date of birth, and social relationships.
Second column: A10 intramuscular injection, A20 intramuscular injection, C50 intramuscular injection.
Further down is the injection record.
The year, month, day, time, and the person who actually did it are all recorded clearly.
When Xu Liang saw those names, tears instantly burst out.
Her nose was swollen and her vision was blurry. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and continued to look down.
After dozens of record sheets, a new file finally arrived, and the name of this file was very simple: Zhang Qilin.
Xu Liang clicked on it, his pupils scanning over the lines of text.
I don’t know when, the soreness and swelling in my eyes disappeared, my eye sockets became wider and wider, and my dark pupils became more conspicuous among the enlarged whites of my eyes.
She bit her back teeth hard, and there were obvious small bumps on both sides of her cheeks. Even small superficial blood vessels could be seen on her fair skin.
The veins on his neck bulged, and the tips of the five nail beds of his fingers holding the mouse turned white, obviously losing their color.
She took a deep breath every few seconds, and tears followed her breath.
There was a mass of foul air in his chest that he couldn't suppress, affecting his internal organs, causing abnormal qi flow and a surge of anger.
The dust on the black sportswear was shaken off.
Xu Liang barely made it to the end, still feeling overwhelmed, when his phone suddenly rang.
"Xiaoliang, I'm in his car, my wristband is tracking me, call the police!"
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