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Everything is arranged.
Fan Siwen then called the private investigator, "I've taken on a big job, it's not too much to ask for a little something extra, right? Help me get Huang Zhongqian out of here, by any means necessary, get him to speak out, even if it's just to get our own people to rescue him, whatever you do, I want this guy out."
His immediate priority is not only to make the other side take the blame, but also to find a comrade-in-arms who stands on the same side as him.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
It is a rare and good thing that someone can check and balance the situation after taking action themselves.
Inside the sanatorium.
"The person who drugged the drugs has been caught."
"Where?" Upon hearing this, Mo Yang immediately grabbed the arm of the person who spoke.
The nurse pointed to a room to the side and said to Mo Yang, "He's been temporarily locked up there."
Mo Yang followed the nurse's finger and looked over, his steps unconsciously becoming uncontrollable.
Upon arriving at the room door, Mo Yang didn't prepare himself mentally and simply pushed the door open and went inside.
Inside, a disheveled person was tied to a corner of the bed with rope, seemingly resigned to his fate and not expecting anyone to come in.
When he saw Mo Yang, the man's expression was somewhat amused.
Mo Yang looked the man up and down. He was probably in his early forties. His appearance didn't quite match his impression of an assassin.
Mo Yang took a stool and sat down in front of him.
Keep a distance of 1 meter from him.
"Who sent you? Why did you kill them?"
Mo Yang's voice sounded calm and suppressed, but the anger hidden within was immediately detected by the person in front of him.
"You won't get anything out of me like this. Besides, I have no intention of living any longer, so I won't tell you anything you ask."
After thinking for a moment, Mo Yang spoke again.
"Why are you willing to give up your own life to do things for them?"
The person in front of me smiled.
"If you take someone's money, you're obligated to solve their problems. Isn't that obvious?"
Yes, Mo Yang didn't understand. He didn't understand why they had to be killed.
"I'd like to know what your mission was at the time."
"There's no difference. Every mission is the same: taking lives. It's just that this time, I promised to send him another one."
Human life was as worthless as grass in his eyes...
"Murder is a crime, a heinous crime, deserving of divine retribution. Don't you consider that at all?"
"That's like asking a mercenary if they know killing is wrong. Hahahaha..."
The man suddenly burst into laughter.
To Mo Yang, the laughter didn't sound like mockery; rather, it carried more of a sense of helplessness.
Mo Yang felt he couldn't get anything out of this person, but he couldn't vent the resentment in his heart. He stood up, looked at the stool he had just sat on, picked it up, and smashed it hard against the person.
He stopped halfway through smashing it.
He didn't know what he was doing. Looking at the person in front of him, he slapped him hard. One slap wasn't enough, so he slapped him again.
"These two blows were delivered on their behalf."
As Mo Yang was speaking, he turned to leave, but was stopped by a man with blood on his lips behind him.
"You haven't gotten anything out of me yet, and you're already willing to leave like this?"
The action of pulling the doorknob paused slightly, but the next moment the force was applied again.
"Don't go, let me tell you a story."
Mo Yang had nothing to say to him at the moment, but thinking that the two of them were currently isolated in the intensive care unit and that he had nowhere else to go, he turned back the foot he was about to take.
"So you're planning to use me to kill time, huh?" Mo Yang retorted.
I guess so.
The man spoke in a rather unserious tone, with an even stronger sense of amusement in his voice.
Mo Yang pulled over the stool that had just fallen to the ground and placed it aside. "Okay, go ahead and say it. I'm listening."
He looked like he was concentrating intently, but in reality, he wasn't paying much attention to it.
"There was a leader who particularly liked to win over various forces in society. He had his own trusted followers at every level who were willing to do things for him. One day, the leader urgently needed a follower, and someone volunteered. This person was quite young, had just graduated from school not long ago, and lacked social experience. However, the leader approved the follower's application to join the fight."
"Are you done?"
Mo Yang listened to this rather dull conversation without paying much attention, and even yawned as he stood up.
He didn't know why he was willing to stay here and listen to this nonsense.
He got up and pulled the doorknob.
A voice sounded from behind at just the right moment. "And right now, this believer is right beside you, yet you treat him as a confidant."
These last words jolted Mo Yang back to his senses, even sending a chill down his spine.
He turned around in disbelief, looking at the man's slightly arrogant expression, and asked, "That's impossible! You must be trying to sow discord!"
"Believe it or not, I don't care about killing people, why would I care about the relationship between you?"
Mo Yang slammed the door shut.
The last thing this person said was, "This person is right here among you."
There were only a few of them, and he knew each of them very well. How could there be a believer from somewhere among them, as he said?
Although everyone hadn't been with him for long, he knew exactly how each person had come, what they had done, and how they had performed.
He dared not imagine that he was trying to sow discord between them.
Looking through the window again, Mo Yang confirmed his thoughts.
For the past few days, both the boy and Chen Lili have remained in the intensive care unit.
The person who was almost recovered was suddenly hit by a radiation virus and returned to a state of recuperation.
After a series of traumas, the girl no longer had the mental strength to endure anything more.
Watching the two figures steadily fluctuate on the electrocardiogram, Mo Yang's thoughts drifted far away.
These past few days, I've kept thinking about what that person said to me.
Later on, I even thought about this topic while eating and sleeping.
"He must be trying to mislead you. That must be it. People like him never say anything that's trustworthy."
Problems kept popping up, and I kept getting interrupted.
At this point, Mo Yang could no longer withstand any more setbacks.
He just hoped that the two people in front of him would recover quickly.
On the day the sanatorium was engulfed in flames, Mo Yang, as usual, came to accompany the patients outside the intensive care unit.
The young people inside had been awake for several days, but due to radiation concerns, they were still isolated from others.
Outside, Mo Yang was taking a walk outside the intensive care unit, watching the new advertising video playing on the advertising screen.
At first, feeling a slight difficulty breathing, Mo Yang only coughed lightly.
He took it as a normal bodily reaction and didn't pay much attention to it.
It wasn't until they saw the black smoke rushing in that they realized the seriousness of the situation.
At this point, thinking about escaping is no longer a wise move.
The fire engulfed several floors. The flames spread to every floor, and the leaping flames frightened Mo Yang so much that he dared not approach rashly.
He pounded on the window of the nurses' station, but it was already empty. Seeing Chen Lili and himself in the intensive care unit, Mo Yang frantically tried to think of a solution.
You can't pull a door open from the outside; there must be a switch to open it.
But where should this switch be located?
Mo Yang returned to the nurses' station. He searched every drawer, but still couldn't find it.
Mo Yang searched through all the pockets of the nurses' uniforms, even checking the doctor's office.
Just as Mo Yang was about to give up and think of other solutions, he suddenly saw a button on the wall. The symbol on it matched the symbol in the intensive care unit. Mo Yang pressed it, and the door to the intensive care unit opened.
Mo Yang covered his mouth and nose with his nurse's uniform and rushed in.
Pulling Mo Yang, who had already run off the bed, along with the person he was carrying on his back, they ran downhill together.
Thick smoke was billowing up from below, making it impossible to go down.
If they go up, they are currently on the top floor, and the next step is to go to the rooftop.
The young man gestured in the direction Mo Yang was looking, and Mo Yang followed closely behind. The two ran to the top of the stairwell.
He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Upon closer inspection, Mo Yang noticed a lock that clearly locked the handle.
Searching around for signs of heavy objects, he found a fire extinguisher in a fire extinguisher cabinet, took it out, and smashed it down with all his might.
The lock was opened.
The two of them, along with the person on their backs, ran out of the stairwell and onto the rooftop terrace.
The air on the top floor was relatively fresh, and the two of them took deep breaths of the fresh air.
It took me a long time to catch my breath.
Just as I was about to call for help downstairs, I saw another person run out of the stairwell.
As the man drew closer, Mo Yang recognized him as Uncle Li.
"Uncle Li, what brings you here?" Mo Yang coughed as he spoke to the man.
"Follow me." With that, the man led the way in another direction.
The man's voice sounded slightly hoarse. Seeing this, Mo Yang gestured to the young man, and then the two of them followed closely behind.
After passing through the thick smoke once again, the group arrived at a secluded spot on the basement level.
Uncle Li told them the truth, "This fire was used by Siwen to protect you from disaster. After the fire, you will all be dead."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yang immediately stood up in shock.
Where are they?
"Young Master is still abroad, but don't worry, I'll take care of things there. You can wait here for him to return."
After saying this, the man closed the door and left.
Mo Yang glanced at the young man; after this ordeal, his body couldn't take it anymore, and he was coughing violently. The other person, who had just been put down, was in such a condition that he couldn't do without doctors and nurses.
I don't know how long I'll have to stay here.
Mo Yang rushed over to pull the door open, only to find that it had been locked from the outside.
What should we do?
Was Fan Siwen so certain that Chen Lili was an undercover agent who wanted her dead?
He would not allow this person to be abandoned like this, no matter what.
He pounded on the door desperately, but there was no sound from outside.
Only when Mo Yang was exhausted from pounding did he finally walk back, completely drained.
Looking at the two people in front of him, he felt a mix of emotions.
Who gave him permission to do that!
Did he discuss it with himself?
Everything is still uncertain, so why should we just stand by and watch our own people die?
Looking back, he saw a young boy supporting the person on his shoulder.
Mo Yang immediately turned his head away, and tears streamed down his face without his consent.
What should he do about the person he loves, the person he loves so much...?
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