1925: C1925 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1852

C1925 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1852

"After that incident, because the island sank, all participating countries gave up on the resource by default and could not do any personal sex with the island alone. Half a year ago, a strange phenomenon gradually appeared among the thousands of people who were involved in the plan. Some of them had a strange disease, their skin was festering, and the doctors were helpless against it. They might have been infected with a bug, but at present, there is no medicine in the world that can cure it, and these people have disappeared one after another. "

Lee Yixuan couldn't take it anymore. These were all confidential information. He desperately needed to know who gathered all these confidence and arranged them in such detail.

Ye Miao's calmness and his impatience created a different atmosphere. He said, "The truth will eventually come out."

Lee Yixuan had already walked out the door, "These are what the Grand Elder told you? I'll go find him now. "

The sound of Martin's boots knocking on the ground gradually faded away. Ye Miao waited until he couldn't hear the sound of shoes before he continued to pull downwards. Below, there was only one photo which was taken at a strange angle.

He had already seen the picture, so he continued to drag it down until there were only three lines. The first line should be the address of the area around the United States Bay of Cerre. The second line should be written with the word Fayre, and the third line should have the number of the navy: 2344.

On the other side, Lee Yixuan slowly woke up after walking out of the room. From a position point of view, the organization to which he belonged indicated that it was best not to get involved in the matter at the moment.

From the looks of it, there were already many hands pulling on each other behind the scenes. The calm sea surface was surging secretly. In the case of Shengdia, was this organization investigating the world of bliss an act of organizing individuals? Or was it an act of government behind the scenes? I'm afraid that the government behind the scenes is much bigger, using the tentacles hidden in the dark to achieve its goals.

In terms of his identity, he shouldn't have acted in any way. His previous impulse had completely disappeared. He walked out of the four-storey villa and looked up at the sun hiding in the clouds. He was a little worried about Ding Yiyi and Ye Nianmo. If there was more smoke, they would be fine, right?

When he got home, he rented a house with Zhu Dan and after he came back from Korea, they officially lived together.

Seeing Zhu Dan holding scissors and another large box on the floor, he casually asked, "What is it?"

Zhu Dan touched the tape on the box, wondering where to start the meeting. "It's from Yi Yi, saying it's ginseng or something like that."

Lee Yixuan took the scissors and told her to sit on the sofa. Then he squatted down and cut the scissors. It took a while for him to open the package, which was tightly wrapped.

Ginseng, deer antlers, jars of bird's nest, there was even a piece of paper under the pressure, "Because I didn't know you didn't mind these things, I sent some." "Ye Chuqing."

"It was sent by Chu Qing." Lee Yixuan placed the things in the box on the table, "It seems like my son and I went to pick them. How much effort will it take?"

Zhu Dan smirked. "Yes, that's right. She must be working so hard. You must be feeling sorry for her."

Lee Yixuan got up and sat beside her. He held her hand and patted it, "Why are you still thinking about this? Previously, I did not do well enough, but now, it's all because of the people who put on the rings.

Zhu Dan smiled but didn't say anything. He continued, "Do you still remember the Extreme World?"

"Delightful world?" Zhu Dan was stunned. How could she forget? Sometimes, she could even dream of such a grand scene, but why did he mention it all of a sudden?

Lee Yixuan said worriedly, "It's quite possible that it will be another wave."

The next day, he began to beat around the bush. It soon became clear to him that even if it did happen, he would still be excluded from the plan.

If it wasn't for Ye Miao, he would never know that there were still people who were unwilling to give up on the blissful world. And people who gradually catch a strange disease and disappear may arouse suspicions among the original participants.

Anyone who was afraid that it was the other party's doing wanted to gain the upper hand first.

When he went to find Ye Miao, he was told that the brat had already run away, and no one even knew where he had run off to.

Erwan

Inside the clinic, the white doctor took off his gloves and replaced them with new ones. The nurse beside him accidentally knocked over the dirty gloves on her plate.

The fallen glove landed right on the doctor's shoe. The doctor glared at the nurse, kicked the glove away, and stepped aside.

The tall and sturdy Caucasian man was bare-chested. "I've been feeling skin sores recently. It hurts even more when I press on. It can't be that kind of illness, right?"

The man secretly tried to figure out the doctor's expression. Seeing that the other party was shaking his head with an unperturbed expression, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's not a sexual illness, because the symptoms are different. However, regarding your symptoms, there is still a need for further examination. It's best to go to a place with a higher medical standard." The doctor suggested that with his current position he could have applied for higher medical conditions.

The man's expression changed as he stood up without a word. After putting on his clothes, he walked out of the room without even looking at the doctor.

There was a large difference in the temperature between day and night in Erwan, and it was getting colder by the second. He lowered his head and cursed, then took out a cigarette.

The nurse at the reception desk in the distance gestured to him not to smoke in the clinic, and he walked out.

On a bench outside the clinic, a young man sat reading a book. He was a good-looking young Asian, and at first glance he would have liked to have a second look.

He walked over and sat down. Taking a deep breath, he deliberately exhaled. Seeing Fang Xingjian's handsome eyebrows suddenly furrowed, his mood improved significantly. He casually leaned back and took up more than half of the chair.

The boy continued to look at the book in his hand, his back straight. He closed the book when he saw the next chapter.

The man was stunned. "What are you afraid of?"

"Are you worried that you'll get sick like your brother and disappear without a trace?" The boy stuffed the book into his shoulder bag and gave him a cold smile.

The man's face immediately flushed red. He reached out his hand to grab the boy's shoulder and sternly said, "What are you saying!?" "Who are you!"

"Let go!" The boy pulled a pistol out of his bag and pointed it at him.

The man was startled and let go unwillingly. At the same time, he looked at the people who were leaving in a hurry and laughed, "Did your parents know that you're playing with guns? Looks like I need to talk to your parents. "

"There's no need for you to worry." The boy spoke pure English, then put the gun back in his backpack and wiped his shoulders with a wet tissue.

Was she disdaining to touch him just now? The man stared blankly for a moment, then got up with a dark face. He didn't have the time to play with a child.

Early the next morning, the man walked into Starbucks and asked for an American style drink. When he looked up, he saw the boy from yesterday sitting by the window. He didn't even look at him as he continued to operate the computer in front of him.

He walked over and kicked away the chair beside him. "What are you trying to do?"

"Afraid? You don't want to become like those who go to the Endless World to find colleagues, but you don't know what to do? "

"You know that place!" The man carefully looked around and only sat down after he was sure no one was paying attention. He suspiciously asked, "Based on your age, you weren't even born yet. Who told you this? Who is he?"

There were so many people at that time, so even if someone told him about it, it would still be understandable. However, there were still many people who became sick, and very few people knew about it. Besides the decision makers, the rest were the people who had personally experienced it.

"I need to know all the details." The boy's eyes were bright, but the man obviously didn't want to cooperate. He only whistled.

"No matter who you are, you'd better go home to your mother right now." He called out deliberately to the front desk, "Is there a child's plan? There's a child here who needs it."

After they left, the boy took out his cell phone that had been vibrating the entire time and picked up three words: "Miao, where are you?"

"Erwan."

Lee Yixuan was surprised. "What are you doing there?"

Ye Miao answered frankly, "Tourism."

After hanging up, Ye Miao continued to type out a series of meaningless symbols on the keyboard.

In the days that followed, the man never showed up at Starbucks again, and the curtains at the window were always drawn.

It had been raining all day, and there were very few people in Starbucks. Ye Miao looked outside the window with his elbows on the ground.

"The man who was with you last time hasn't been seen for days." The shop assistant took the initiative to talk to him. The staff all liked this handsome Asian child very much.

Ye Miao nodded and leaned back in time when the other person wanted to reach out and touch his head.

The shop assistant didn't touch it, and awkwardly took back his hand and said, "Did he buy a coffee machine? That man moved here half a year ago, and he's addicted to coffee. He only drinks Italian and American styles, how many days has it been since he arrived?"

As she spoke, the boy in the seat stood up, picked up his shoulders, and ran out into the rain.1

Below the public apartment building, a fat white woman was reading a newspaper. Seeing a strange boy rushing in through the rain, she reminded him, "Don't run. Be careful not to fall."

As soon as he finished, the young man had already run away.

It was easy for Ye Miao to find the number of the other person's apartment. All kinds of fees and bills could be found on his credit card.

When he arrived at the tenth floor where the man lived, the mailbox in front of his room's door was filled with mail. He randomly picked out a letter and saw that it was already from three days ago.

The door was locked by an electronic lock, which was much easier for him. After operating the computer for a few minutes, he calculated the number that was most likely to be set to a password.

The lock jingled and the door opened. He put on his cap, lowered the brim, and went in.

The apartment was about 70-90 square meters, the floor was covered with an English carpet, it was dirty, a mixture of liquids had congealed, and all kinds of drink bottles had been thrown on the floor.

The windows were open, the curtains were high in the wind, the rain was pouring in, and the ground was wet.

From the next room came the sound of a television. There were no lights on and half of the TV screen was still showing American news.

He placed his backpack on the ground and walked over slowly with one hand on his waist.

The room was empty except for the television, which was still playing. He went to the back of the television and touched it. It was cold, which meant it had not been on for long.

Either they just left not long ago, or someone did it on purpose.

The shadow in the corner of his eye moved. He quickly dodged, but he was still not fast enough. His hand that was trying to pull out the gun was held down, and his arm had been torn off from his back.

The person who came knocked the hat off Ye Miao's head. When he saw who it was, he was stunned, "Ye Miao?"

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