Rebirth Mission

Did she do it?

Was it Leng Yuan who did it?

The two brothers looked at each other, neither getting the answer they wanted from each other's eyes.

Leng Shangxu shook his head.

he does not know.

The two brothers understood each other tacitly, turned around, one got in the police car to go back to the police station to work overtime, and the other got in the ambulance to go to the hospital for examination.

On the way, Leng Shangxu briefly explained the matter in the group and asked his family not to worry.

There were constant voices of concern and worry in the group. Lan Shu even called Leng Shangxu via video and asked him to shoot her from all angles. He did as she was told, with a smile on his face and no impatience at all.

At this moment Leng Shangxu felt that it was great to be alive. Even though he had just experienced a life-and-death situation, he could still feel safe with his family around him.

However, Leng Yu'an did not rush out to express his concern this time, but started to refresh the screen after a few minutes.

Leng Yuan:

Brother, are you not hurt at all?

Are your head, arms, and legs all right?

How can it catch fire?

Have you found out the reason?

Did you find anything?

Fortunately, second brother, you escaped, you are so lucky.

......

There is nothing wrong with these questions, but I always feel that there is another deeper meaning behind them.

Leng Yu'an didn't seem to be concerned about whether he was injured or not, but was more concerned about the matter itself.

Leng Shangxu replied with two sentences and then kept waiting with his phone in hand.

Waiting for the avatar of the cartoon cat holding its tail to appear.

He waited and waited, all the way to the hospital ward, but he still didn't get it.

Leng Yujing didn't say a word in the group.

She didn't say much before and no one reacted.

It seems that only when you type the @ symbol can you see the avatar appear in the list.

For so many years, everyone ignored her, to the point that they even forgot that they had ignored her.

Leng Shangxu and his group of six underwent a checkup at the Hospital of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine where he worked. Apart from being a little frightened, there were no major problems.

Another thing is that I inhaled thick smoke into my lungs, which caused me to cough occasionally, but it would go away after a few days.

They are doctors themselves and know that it is not serious. If you must take medicine for the symptoms, sleeping pills are probably the only option.

Leng Shangxu said goodbye to everyone else and went to the monitoring room to check the video of the academic seminar again, but still found nothing. He still didn't know who dropped the file.

The other people in the group were still chatting. Leng Jiaojun didn't send any message, probably because the interrogation was not over yet. The other person who didn't say a word was still Leng Yujing.

Leng Yujing's silence doesn't mean she didn't read the messages. She reads every message in the group, but she only replies a handful of times.

After sending Xu Weiliang off, she called Zhang Xin in the car.

"Director, please prepare an iron cage for me tomorrow. I picked up an animal and want to send it to the zoo."

"The sooner the better. I'll pull it myself."

"What animal? A tiger."

"That's it. Thank you for your hard work tomorrow, Director."

Regardless of the deafening silence from Zhang Xin, Leng Yujing hung up the phone.

Are you kidding? Does she dare to stand up Brother Baihu’s pigeon?

In terms of feelings, others helped me rescue Leng Shangxu, which is a life-saving favor.

Yu Li, I promised it that I would take it to find a mate and cubs.

As a person, you can be good, bad, or neither good nor bad, but you must be trustworthy.

Especially in front of a strong person.

Tell the truth!

When I got home, I happened to meet Leng Shangxu at the door.

Leng Shangxu watched her slowly approaching, until they were side by side and about to pass each other, he didn't see her intention of talking to him, and he became anxious.

"You're going out too?"

I regretted it as soon as I asked it. What a stupid question. How could I encounter it at the door without going out?

Leng Yu glanced at him quietly, hummed lightly, and continued walking forward.

[How can I find Baihu to save you if I don't go out? I'm doing you a favor. ]

I was shocked after hearing it.

It’s really a tiger!

It was really Jing'er who saved him!

When the speculation was confirmed, the excitement and joy could not be concealed at all.

He knew that although Jing'er was tough on the outside, she was soft-hearted and would definitely not watch him get into trouble.

Even if it's just for her mother, she would help.

I wanted to catch up with her and talk to her, but Jing'er had already walked up the stairs with her long legs.

Leng Shangxu had no choice but to go back to his room to wash up and go to bed.

In his sleep, Leng Shangxu kept frowning, sweat oozing from his forehead, breathing very rapidly, and his lips slightly parted, as if he was saying something.

"Ding-ling-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling-ling."

The sound of the alarm clock woke up the person in bed.

Leng Shangxu opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze. His eyes felt sore and tears welled up on his lower eyelids. The tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes and flowed into his hair along his temples.

He mechanically turned off the alarm clock, put his arm on his forehead to block his eyes, and took several deep breaths.

He had a dream all night.

It’s the same person in each dream, but the expressions are different.

The first one had long hair and wore a dress. She carefully told him that he could not go to the forest because it would be dangerous. When he asked her why, she could not explain it clearly. As a result, she was trapped in the cabin and was burned to death inside along with the others, turning into a black charcoal.

The second one's clothes did not change, but her eyes were no longer cautious. She stopped in front of his car with a look of anxiety on her face, and refused to let him go to the forest. He thought she was being unreasonable, so he pushed her away and drove away. As a result, he was trapped in the wooden house again, but this time the fire truck came. Although their lives were not in danger, they were trapped in the wooden house and inhaled a lot of thick smoke, which caused them to have hoarse voices for the rest of their lives. His hands were also burned and he could no longer hold a scalpel.

The third one changed her clothes, tied her long hair into a high ponytail, and changed her skirt into pants. She watched herself go out and only said that it was dangerous. Thinking that she was reminding herself to be careful, she nodded to show that she understood, and did not stop, but continued to drive towards the road of death. On the last day of the search, she suddenly appeared with a man wearing a hat tied to her feet. She said that the man was going to set a fire. Not long after, the police came and took the man away. I thought I had escaped this time, but I didn’t expect that a month later, the suspect who was released due to insufficient evidence drove a car to hit him, saying that he would not get the money unless he died.

He still died.

I just woke up, but I felt like I hadn't slept for a minute. I was exhausted from the inside out.

When I was burned to death in the dream, I seemed to feel the pain of the flames burning my skin physically, and I could not escape it no matter how hard I tried. Even if I rolled on the ground, the flames did not decrease at all, until I had no strength to roll anymore. My body felt as if thousands of fine needles were deeply piercing my skin. I was forced to feel the high temperature and suffocating pain, and was swallowed by the flames.

Jing'er really warned him three times, but he didn't listen.

After his last death, he seemed to have turned into a soul, floating around Jing'er, watching how she comforted her mother after his death, how she reminded others to pay attention to their safety, and how she became more and more irritable. All the scenes ended when Jing'er drove into the parking lot in front of a square two-story building.

"Jing'er..."

His voice was choked and hoarse, and he swallowed but did not move.

He didn't know who had hurt him, and his dreams were filled with discontinuous fragments.

But he knew that Jing'er had never ignored him.

At the same time, another thing came to mind.

What Jing'er said was true.

So the murderer...

Is it An An?