Doomsday Code 09

CHAPTER 16

Chapter 16

    The woman was on her body, and her face became solemn.

    So he locked the door, followed the little soldier out of the athlete's center, through the stadium to the general wiring room.

    "Hey, I'm An Qing." He took the receiver and said in a deep voice.

    "Uncle An, I'm... Cheng Ran." "Chen

    Ran!" An Qing became excited all of a sudden, his voice trembled, and he asked questions like a cannonball, "Is Xiao Jie with you? What's your situation? Like? Are you injured? Where are you now?"

    Fa Chengran on the other end of the phone calmly waited for Anqing to finish the big call, then he smiled wryly, and his voice became heavy: "Uncle An, you... our condolences. My brother and my sister-in-law are gone."

    An Qinglai felt like he was struck by lightning when he heard the words, his whole body seemed to have turned into a sculpture, his lips trembled violently, and he couldn't say a word.

    "At that time... my sister-in-law took the first step, and my brother followed. And the person who harmed my sister-in-law was—that Ling Jiu!" Fa Chengran's tone was still heavy, but if he listened carefully, he could hear a trace of it. An unquenchable secret pleasure.

    It's just that An Qinglai's emotions were too intense at this time, but he didn't hear it.

    On the phone, Fa Chengran slowly recounted the story of the fall of the S city base and the death of Fa Chengyan An Jie. An Qinglai's hand holding the receiver became tighter and tighter. He closed his eyes, barely suppressed his mood, and opened his mouth. But his voice was hoarse: "Then...that person's identity is very special, do you have any evidence?"

    Fa Chengran sighed lightly, and took out a small metal box from his trousers pocket. The most realistic digital reproduction of a helicopter that has fallen apart.

    At that time, he was the last parachute jumper. This thing was blasted to a high place with the blast wave and then fell. He stretched out his hand to catch it. It was not until a day ago that he realized how important this thing was.

    Brother... I just want to have a thought. I know she's by no means the real culprit, just, if she's not, then who is? If no one is, then what am I living here alone for?

    People have to find a reason for their own survival.

    He smiled slightly, listening to General An's questioning and suspicious on the other end of the phone, raised his hand and put the black box recording recorder into the instrument, and everything that day began to gradually restore.

    The black box in the helicopter can only record the conversations of everyone in the cabin, and the situation outside the cabin cannot be recorded. In this way... Of course, An Qinglai could not know that it was his daughter who was infected first, and she was mad to drink Ling Jiu's blood before she died.

    Even if those people told him the truth later, he probably wouldn't care too much. His beloved daughter died at the hands of Ling Jiu. This preconceived hatred might affect him for the rest of his life.

    About forty minutes later, An Qinglai returned to the room exhausted.

    Sitting in the chair blankly, after a while, he vaguely remembered the report of Xiao Lan's series of test plans for Ling Jiu, which the director of the scientific research department had shown him during the day. It seemed... Did you mention... Body 3? !

    An Qinglai seemed to have been injected with a stimulant. He jumped up and turned on the walkie-talkie: "Little Wang?

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