Chapter 112 The Real Murderer of the Bombing

The shadow was stretched long by the setting sun outside the window, the afterglow fell on the window eaves, sparrows flapped their wings and returned from afar, and wisps of smoke rose from the chimney.

The flame in the fireplace jumped and crackled, and the orange-yellow firelight reflected on Song Shinan's face, giving his handsome face a faint golden glow. He frowned, as if in deep thought, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa. His low voice was tinged with speculation and uncertainty: "Is it because of what happened last time?"

Xie Er spread his fingers, as if to catch the dust dancing in the floating light, and looked at the swaying flames and murmured: "It makes sense that he closed his private laboratory because of that incident, and even hated scientific researchers because of it."

Song Shinan raised his eyes suddenly: "You mean... he is the real culprit behind the explosion?"

"Don't you have the answer a long time ago?" Xie Er retracted his gaze, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips and a calm look in his eyes.

"It's really boring." Song Shinan narrowed his cold eyes, scanning between Gu Bingchen and the others, and finally fell on Xie Er, "Sometimes it's tiring to deal with people like you who are scheming."

Gu Bingchen sarcastically said, "Don't make yourself sound like a pure white paper, you dead fox."

Song Shinan ignored Gu Bingchen's sneer, leaned back on the soft chair, opened his arms, crossed his legs, looked like a dandy boy, with a meaningful smile on his handsome face, "I asked a friend to help me secretly check, and the aura you sensed that day was indeed from the Intelligence Bureau."

"Luo Yiqi looks gentle and polite on the surface, but he's a bad guy behind the scenes. I don't know how he taught his students in the past."

After saying this irrelevant digression, Song Shinan saw Gu Bingchen and Jiang Yunqi sitting on the sofa opposite him and interacting intimately. He felt a pang of anger again. He pulled over a pillow and squeezed the hanging tassels hard. He still couldn't get used to the fact that Gu Bingchen, who grew up with him, liked the same sex.

Out of sight, out of mind. He turned his face slightly, coughed twice, and continued: "But just when we checked the intelligence bureau, someone died mysteriously."

"I didn't pay much attention to the man's name. I just remember that everyone in the intelligence bureau called him A-Ming. He was an orphan before the doomsday, and his ability level was relatively low. The reason why the intelligence bureau made an exception and accepted him into the team was because his ability was relatively special."

"Tsk, why aren't you curious? Can you give some reaction?"

These people looked calm, with indifferent eyes, without a trace of doubt, which made Song Shinan very bored. His family was still the best, and he would respond to anything you talked to him about.

It's just... he has a high fever and is still in a coma.

Song Shinan lowered his eyes, and a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.

"That's a pity. If Tang Xiaochao were here, he could cooperate with you."

Xu Huili pouted and muttered.

Gu Bingchen was more direct. With a glare, Song Shinan immediately lost the desire to tease him.

"Shadow ability. He is one of the only two shadow ability users in the base, but most people are more accustomed to calling it dark ability."

"What to call it is a personal habit, not a big deal."

Gu Hua grasped the key word: "Only two? Is this ability even rarer than the healing ability?"

Song Shinan nodded: "Yes, there are more than ten healing ability users recorded in the books, and almost all of them are pulled by various forces."

"Nowadays, the speed of equipment upgrades is getting faster and faster, and few people can hide their abilities. Of course, this possibility is not ruled out."

Chu Wanyue interrupted at the right time: "Who is the other shadow ability user?"

"I can't reveal this person's identity." Song Shinan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Or do you want to experience someone pulling and playing with your own shadow?"

"This man named Amin has been missing for a long time, dating back to the day of the explosion. That is to say, the person behind Amin had no intention of sparing his life."

"Then how can you be sure that this man must be Luo...Yiqi?"

Gu Bingchen knew Song Shinan, just as Song Shinan knew him. He would never talk about anything without definite evidence.

"That is, Xiao He is the reason for success and failure."

Song Shinan put down his crossed legs, bent his waist, rested his elbows on his knees, and rested his chin on his crossed hands. He stared at the steaming cup of water, and his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. The words he said were meaningful.

Gu Bingchen's eyes were filled with ripples.

Except for the two aliens present, everyone else probably understood what he meant.

Jiang Yunqi didn't feel embarrassed because he didn't understand. He tilted his head and whispered in Gu Bingchen's ear: "What do you mean by this?"

"I almost forgot." Gu Bingchen was stunned for a second, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes. He imitated Jiang Yunqi and leaned close to his ear and explained softly, "This is a historical allusion, used to illustrate that the good or bad or success or failure of things are caused by the same person." "

If you are interested, I will tell you in detail tonight."

"Okay."

Several people present were superpowers. Even if they lowered their voices to talk, they could still hear it clearly.

Xie Er took a sip of warm water, and the cup slightly covered the faint smile of sudden enlightenment at the corner of his lips.

Song Shinan's mouth twitched unconsciously.

No way?

This person doesn't look like an illiterate!

How come he doesn't even know a historical allusion?

Was Gu Bingchen really not blinded by beauty?

"Well, he...he is more biased in one subject, and liberal arts is his weak point."

Perhaps Song Shinan's expression was too obvious and exaggerated, Chu Wanyue was rarely a little unnatural.

Song Shinan laughed dryly: "Haha, then he is indeed very biased in one subject."

"Ahem, the topic has gone off track again!"

He pursed his lips, touched his nose, and returned to the original discussion.

"Luo Yiqi's life experience is not a secret. He and his sister lost their parents when they were young. They depended on each other in an orphanage and grew up with difficulty." "

It seems that his sister just graduated from college this year. I have met her. She has a strong character and treats people sincerely. What a pity."

Song Shinan sighed, and seemed to be thinking of someone, feeling a little heavy.

"And then?"

He was silent for too long, and the hot water in the cup cooled down again.

Hearing Gu Hua's question, Song Shinan reluctantly pulled back his thoughts.

"Although the Intelligence Bureau is managed by Luo Yiqi, I also have the right to read the information inside."

"I have dealt with Luo Yiqi several times. He is a very cunning man, meticulous and calculating, but this time, I missed a clue and found the clues he left behind."

Song Shinan said, and cast a smug look at Gu Bingchen.

Gu Bingchen was too lazy to pay attention to him. He took out a few juicy fruits from the space and lowered his head to peel the orange peel seriously.

"Peel one for me too." He reached out to take the peeled orange segment without hesitation, and was almost pierced through the palm by the sharp dagger.

"Don't you have hands? Peel it yourself!" Gu Bingchen put the peeled orange into Jiang Yunqi's hand, picked up an apple and threw it at Song Shinan, "It's good that I didn't charge you."

Song Shinan took a look at the sharp blade flashing with golden light, took the apple, glanced at the round and juicy grapes on the plate, swallowed his saliva, and took a bite of the slightly dry apple.

"You talk too much nonsense, speak quickly!"

Gu Bingchen looked at the gradually thinning light outside the window, it was almost dark.

Song Shinan: "Amin also came from an orphanage. According to investigations, the three of them grew up together, but later Amin went out to work. It was not until after the apocalypse that the three of them met again in Imperial Capital."

"At the beginning of winter, Imperial Capital experienced a small zombie tide. Amin almost died, and it was Luo Yiqi who saved him."

Chu Wanyue reasonably guessed: "So he worked for Luo Yiqi?"

"Who knows whether his death was voluntary or forced." Song Shinan shrugged, threw the fruit core into the trash can, stood up and stretched, "Amin has a very stubborn personality. In the Intelligence Bureau, he only obeys Luo Yiqi's orders, and he turns a deaf ear to other people's words."

"In other words, only Luo Yiqi can drive him to do something shameful."

"I have already reported the matter of the laboratory to the higher-ups, and I should receive feedback tomorrow."

"Squeak——"

There was a sound of a door being pushed open from upstairs.

Jiang Yunqi looked up at the source of the sound and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with Doctor Jie?"

"The high fever won't go away." Song Shinan's stretching movement paused slightly, the corners of his mouth straightened, and he felt quite depressed and heavy. "I've been in a coma for two days. I've seen a doctor and had an IV drip, but it's no use."

"It's said that doctors don't treat themselves. I never believed this until this happened to someone close to me."

Song Shinan sat back on the sofa, rubbing the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, and murmured, "Xiao Yu is a premature baby and is weak and sickly. If it were before the end of the world, with the Song and Jie families around, he would have lived a safe and smooth life."

"But he happened to encounter the end of the world, and awakened the damn healing ability."

Compared to other people's admiration and envy for healing abilities, Song Shinan's attitude is rather indifferent, even disgusting.

"People like us who are physically strong will fall into a coma when our superpowers are exhausted, and in serious cases, they will even suffer brain death, not to mention Xiaoyu."

"Considering Xiaoyu's physical problems, we almost never let him go out to see patients, but he is stubborn. When the rich and powerful ask him to treat their minor ailments, he will coldly refuse. But if he encounters seriously injured civilians, he will not care about his own safety and do his best to keep them alive."

"You may not believe it, but every time his superpowers are exhausted, he is one step closer to death."

Song Shinan fell backwards on the sofa, with complex emotions intertwined, and helplessness and fear in his eyes.

"His body... is already a strong bow and crossbow."

Everyone was silent, and the living room was filled with a depressing atmosphere. The door was opened with a

click

. It was A Jing who came back from outside. She was holding a bag of supplies.

"Stay for dinner." Song Shinan calmed down, "Today is the New Year's Eve in the north, there are many people and it's lively."

Gu Bingchen shook his head: "No, Tang Yichao is cooking at home."

Having said that, Song Shinan did not try to persuade him to stay.

He stood up and sent him to the door, forcing himself to cheer up: "See you next time."

Jiang Yunqi looked at the busy figure in the kitchen, raised his hand and grabbed Song Shinan's collar, pulled his head out a little, and whispered to his ear: "Maybe, you should pay more attention to the people around you." As

soon as the words fell, a hand blocked between the two of them, and Gu Bingchen wiped Jiang Yunqi's pale pink lips with a handkerchief with a stinky face. Those who didn't know would think that Song Shinan had done something to him: "Just talk, why are you so close!"

The tone was not very friendly, and he glared at Song Shinan unkindly, and left the villa with Jiang Yunqi holding hands.

Song Shinan pinched the back of his neck, looked at the footprints on the snow, and recalled Jiang Yunqi's words in his mind. A layer of coldness appeared in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.