Lost [Transmigration Book]

In the blink of an eye, he dodged a few times before he was already out of breath.

Chen Jingnian took out a sharp fruit knife from somewhere in his clothes, held the handle of the knife, and said to him in a hoarse voice: "We have all become like this, how can you be alone!?"

The trail was empty, and beside it was a quiet lake. This was the place he chose to lure Chen Jingnian to show up in order to solve future troubles as soon as possible.

"Second Uncle!" He bumped into the tree trunk behind him, and seeing Chen Jingnian pounced on him again, Zhao Rong said quickly, "I can issue a visa for you and secretly send you abroad."

Chen Jingnian really stopped.

Zhao Rong knew that he was desperate and wanted to die together, but if there was a way, he would definitely hesitate.

With a calm tone, he said in a low voice: "None of us is targeting anyone. How about I send you away? I don't want to be stared at by you every day. You have nowhere to go now, but if I can find a way to send you away secretly You go out, I am quiet, and you are comfortable."

Chen Jingnian sneered: "Are you delaying time? Want to call the police?"

He glanced at the mobile phone that Zhao Rong still held tightly in his hand.

Zhao Rong said to him, "I'm calling the police now. It will take time for the police to arrive. What's the use?"

Chen Jingnian also seemed to think that this made sense, but instead of backing away, he stared at Zhao Rong's cell phone, still holding the knife, and said to Zhao Rong, "Aren't you just delaying time?"

Zhao Rong was silent.

He raised his hand, and threw the phone away without hesitation in front of Chen Jingnian.

With a "plop", the mobile phone fell into the river like this.

Zhao Rong spread her hands: "Then if I'm like this, even if I procrastinate, I can't call the police, right?"

Chen Jingnian's expression behind the sunglasses couldn't be revealed, and Zhao Rong couldn't see his mood, but he could see the other party's move forward, and said to him: "Why should I believe that you will send me away? When we had an accident, you clearly I can help!—You are still unclear about that Joe!"

"Don't you think you are ridiculous? When there is nothing wrong, I am an idiot and a waste. When something happens, I become a good person who can help?"

"You can't see me well, isn't it because you have always looked at me condescendingly before? So whether it's you, the hall brother, the second cousin, or even your driver, I think I'm the best persimmon. It's just My persimmon is suddenly not allowed to be pinched by you, so you will see me as a 'trash'."

"But second uncle, I'm not a waste."

He held back these words for a long time, and at this moment, he was actually a little thankful that Chen Jingnian had not been arrested and brought to justice, allowing him to say these words heartily.

Seeing that Chen Jingnian was going to be irritated by him again, he changed the subject: "But what does it have to do with me sending you away? As I said, I will send you abroad for my peace of mind."

Standing in front of him, Chen Jingnian seemed to be thinking about something.

"Then you send me out now, as fast as you can."

"Okay, you go home with me, and I'll make arrangements for you. Since you're staring at me, you should rest assured that there is no one else in my house?"

Chen Jingnian raised the knife in his hand, walked up to him, hid the knife in his sleeve, pointed the tip of the knife to his waist, and said, "Let's go."

Zhao Rong knew that people like Chen Jingnian were not clean behind their backs, and he was not an opponent at all when it came to fighting.

He didn't do anything, and took Chen Jingnian to his home in a peaceful manner.

Maybe he threw the phone too decisively just now, Chen Jingnian didn't see him call the police, the two walked back in silence, Chen Jingnian didn't do anything.

He believed Zhao Rong's words.

When passing Liang Youjun and Xu Xin's house, Zhao Rong glanced at it intentionally, and it seemed that no one was there——Liang Youjun was probably still in the bookstore, and Xu Xin went to help him with the project.

He looked away, opened the door calmly, and led Chen Jingnian into the room.

After entering the room, Chen Jingnian looked left and right for a while, and the knife was exposed.

Zhao Rong said softly, "I'll make a cup of tea for my second uncle, let's sit down and have a good chat."

After the words fell, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled gently.

Just like every time he went back to Chen's house in the past, he smiled softly and peacefully, making it hard for anyone to be on guard.

Qiao Nanqi got off the plane.

As soon as he came down, he called Zhao Rong.

But this time, the phone was not picked up, but cut off directly.

Shut down.

Just now Zhao Rong said that he was busy with something, maybe he was in a meeting or meeting a client.

Qiao Nanqi put away his mobile phone, talked to the doctor who had finally hired him about the situation in English, and took them directly to the hospital without taking a break.

He originally wanted to ask the doctor to show Zhao Ming first, and talk about the operation plan in detail, so that Zhao Rong would know the situation immediately when he was free.But as soon as I arrived at the hospital, I saw a lot of people leaving quickly, with hurried expressions.

Looking up to the top of the hospital, thick black smoke was rising from the top floor.

—is it on fire?

Qiao Nanqi casually stopped a person who was leading the crowd out: "What happened?"

"The top floor is on fire, but don't worry, it doesn't seem to be a big deal. There were no patients on the top floor. Now people are being evacuated from the top floor to the bottom floor, and the fire department is called. Be careful."

Top floor on fire?

How could a place like this catch fire?He has deliberately checked the procedures of the hospital from monitoring to security, and there is nothing wrong with it. How could there be such a big loophole?

Seeing that the evacuated people were not in a hurry, they just walked out quickly, but Qiao Nanqi always felt that something was wrong.

He thought of the stare he had felt in the hospital earlier.

"Which floor did you evacuate to?"

"Eleventh floor."

Zhao Ming's ward is on the eighth floor.

No matter how big the fire on the top floor is, it is impossible to spread it down so quickly—by then the firefighters will arrive early.

It really doesn't look like a big deal.

But I don't know if the intuition of fighting with He Nan and the Chen family for many years played a role at this time, he frowned and thought for a few seconds.

The next moment, he suddenly plunged in against the crowd.

"Mr. Joe!!"

Zhao Rong raised his foot to make tea.

Chen Jingnian stopped him: "No, I'm not interested in drinking tea at this time."

"Then let's sit down and talk?" Zhao Rong walked to the sofa.He didn't go far, just sat down near the door.

"I just want to know if you can send me away now. I mean now—immediately." Chen Jingnian never left his eyes from the beginning to the end, obviously not intending to give him any chance to find someone.

"I lost my phone." Zhao Rong didn't expect that Chen Jingnian was already alone here with him, but he was still so anxious, and said slowly, "If you want to do this, you have to ask me to contact you."

"Then tell me first what you want to do."

Zhao Rong frowned.

His face remained unchanged, and he spoke very slowly casually about who he knew, where Chen Jingnian could go if he ran away, and so on.

Before he finished speaking, the old fox Chen Jingnian suddenly understood.

"What does this have to do with you sending me away?—You're just stalling. Someone made an appointment with you to come to your house later?"

"No." Zhao Rong replied without hesitation.

But maybe he really didn't have much experience in dealing with this kind of old fox who didn't know how many outrageous things he had done. He answered too quickly and hastily. Instead, Chen Jingnian didn't speak anymore, just staring at him.

There was silence between the two for a few seconds.

abruptly—

Chen Jingnian clenched the knife and stabbed at him violently.

He didn't believe Zhao Rong!

Zhao Rong was already very vigilant, but there was no time to dodge, the saber brushed against his arm and swiped past.

Blood dripped from his right arm, and he felt pain. Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to reach his chest again, he ignored the wound, and grabbed the knife that Chen Jingnian stabbed with his injured hand again.

During the scuffle, the tip of the knife shifted, and still pierced a little into the abdomen.

Fortunately, Zhao Rong stopped quickly, and the point of the knife did not go deep.

His face turned pale instantly, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Chen Jingnian was much stronger than him, he just felt that his hands would be dislocated under such strength.

Deadlock.

The sound of breaking the door suddenly sounded.

When Chen Jingnian heard the movement, he desperately wanted to stab the knife again at this moment.

Zhao Rong held Chen Jingnian's hand with all his strength.

The police who rushed in crushed Chen Jingnian to the ground in a short time, and the bloody knife fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"Zhao Rong! You called the police!??"

The situation reversed in this instant.

Someone stepped forward to support him, and someone called for a doctor. Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and said, "How can I send you a wanted criminal abroad. If it wasn't for bringing you to justice, why would I take the risk?"

While twisting and struggling, Chen Jingnian still stared at Zhao Rong, seemingly unwilling: "I've been staring at you!!"

Zhao Rong was silent.

He took out his pocket, took out the only item in his pocket - the alarm with positioning function that he had been carrying with him for so many years, and threw it on the ground in front of Chen Jingnian.

"This is thanks to your son." His voice was a little weak, but he still said with strength, "Second Uncle, sometimes we really have to believe that some things have a cause and an effect."

Chen Jingnian's sunglasses fell off during the struggle.

He looked at Zhao Rong with teary eyes.

When he was pushed into the car, he turned his head and glanced at Zhao Rong who was about to get into another ambulance to go to the hospital. For some reason, he grinned grimly and said, "It's okay, anyway, I'm not at a loss."

This seemed to be talking about the hardships he suffered in the Chen family, but Zhao Rong always felt that something was wrong, and there was always a vague uneasiness in his ears.

But he really couldn't think of anything, and at this moment, because of the wound and blood loss just now, he couldn't concentrate, and his mind was muddled.

Someone was treating his wound urgently. He heard the "beep beep" sound of the police car, as if something was beating his heart eagerly, stimulating the human heart rate.

The ambulance flashed its lights, quickly bypassed the long street full of traffic, and rushed quickly amidst the noise, as if it was out of tune with the city.

Zhao Rong took a few deep breaths, and finally calmed down amidst the noise.

Although the wound still hurt a lot, he felt more relaxed all of a sudden.

At this moment, he felt completely settled.

It turned out that after holding back for so long, he thought that when the Chen family was over, he would not care at all, but at this moment, he realized that he still wanted to say one thing to these people - he is not a waste.

He is not someone like Qiao Nanqi, nor is he the proud son of heaven who can look down on everyone.

But at least he's not a dead wood.

Maybe these years have carved beams and painted pillars on him, and opened up a wide picture scroll bit by bit.

The well is not vast, nor is it full of high-rise buildings, but it is still ahead of early spring, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

He has his own world.