Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Li Rong felt the warmth of his palm, slowly lowered his eyes, and put part of his weight on Cen Xiao's palm.

Cen Xiao's fingers are very dry, and the roots of the fingers bear the rough traces of years of training and touching guns, but it is this solid physical fitness and fighting skills that make people feel at ease.

Li Rong didn't speak, but the muscles on his body were gradually relaxing. He slowly lifted the knife stuck in the side of the brown-yellow skin's neck. The blade was stained with blood, leaving a mess on the ground.

The chandelier in the living room shone straight above his head, and the scattered hair on his forehead cast a shadow, which well covered his out-of-control emotions.

He turned the blade around to avoid the brown-yellow skin's vital points, then put his knees against the hard ground, and with a little effort, he slowly stood up.

Tan Huangpi finally dared to cover the wound on his neck with his left hand, breathing heavily with relief.

He found that the wound on his neck wasn't too big, and his frightened pupils that were about to shatter gradually returned to normal.

Cen Wei withdrew the hand that was stroking Li Rong's chin, then clasped Li Rong's wrist, and said flatly to the brown-yellow skin lying on the ground: "Don't move."

Tanhuangpi and Cen Xiao looked at each other, and immediately tightened their lips, feeling their scalp numb.

This person, since he entered the door, seemed indifferent to his life and death, and was even more accustomed to the blood and knife marks on the ground.

This kind of extreme calm and indifference gives people more pressure and fear.

If the handsome one just now might lose control of his emotions and kill him, then this person will probably send him to heaven with a calm face.

He really didn't dare to move.

Cen Wei led Li Rong to the sink, looked down at his blood-stained hands, and reached out to get his knife.

Li Rong dodged subconsciously.

Cen Xiao sighed softly, and with some strength, forcefully took the bloody knife out of his palm.

"With me here, there is no need."

Only then did Li Rong let go of his palm, and watched as Cen Wei threw the knife into the pool, with a "clang", the blade rolled in a circle.

Cen Wei turned on the faucet, and a huge stream of water washed over the handle and blade of the knife. The blood was quickly diluted and flowed into the sewer. He adjusted the stream of water again, rolled up Li Rong's sleeve, and sent Li Rong's right hand under the stream .

The water was cold, with a little impact, Li Rong's fingertips just touched the water column, and immediately curled up uncomfortably.

Cen Ling pinched each of his fingers without hesitation, and rinsed them under the running water. Li Rong's fingers were slender and fair, and the blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible. Except for the place where he often held the pen, there was no trace of friction. .

His palm is particularly soft. Under the bright white light, the lines of the palm prints are somewhat chaotic. The line representing the lifeline is blurred and entangled with other textures.

Cen Wei stroked every inch of his hands, rubbing away the blood that had solidified between his fingers and nails, Li Rong watched his palms gradually regain their whiteness, with a calm expression and steady breathing.

Cen Wei squeezed some more hand sanitizer, and applied the milky white foam on Li Rong's hands, suppressing the slight smell of blood.

After rinsing off the foam, he released Li Rong's wrist and handed him a tissue.

Li Rong grabbed the tissue tightly and looked down at his wrist.

Cen Xiao actually didn't use much force, but after holding it for a long time, it still left shallow marks on his wrist bones.

He thought, if he really missed his position just now and stuck the knife in the opponent's artery, Cen Xiao might still wash his fingers so calmly.

Cen Xiao also wiped off the water on his hands.

He left Li Rong at the sink, walked back to the porch, looked at the brown-yellow skin that was clutching his neck tightly, sweating profusely from the pain, and squatted down.

He picked up the kraft paper bag that fell on the ground and looked at it front and back. There was no name on it, only the two letters GT written with a black signature pen left in the lower left corner.

The kraft paper bag was old, and the two letters were a little faded. The inside of the paper bag was bulging, containing a stack of thick paper.

Cen Wei threw the tissue paper for wiping water onto the pool of blood around the brown-yellow neck, and the tissue paper was soaked in blood again in an instant.

"Tell me, what are you here for?"

Tan Huangpi gritted his teeth, and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "Can you... connect my arm first, I... I will definitely not resist, it really hurts too much."

Cen Xiao pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on the knife edge on his neck.

"I don't like to negotiate terms with people."

Li Rong supported the sink with both hands, and turned his back to the direction of the porch. Hearing Cen Xiao's words, his eyelids twitched slightly.

Cen Wei really doesn't like to negotiate conditions with people, and Cen Wei must make things so that people have no choice.

It was the same with him.

The brown-yellow skin timidly rubbed back, dragged his limp right arm, and sat up with difficulty. He didn't dare to ask Cen Wei any more, and cleared his throat cautiously.

"I just... usually like to touch things when I have nothing to do. I just came out of the detention center a few days ago. Someone knew that I had done this, so they hired me... to steal this paper bag, saying that it was evidence collected by others to blackmail him. , He just wanted to destroy the evidence, but I don’t believe it at all, he must have owed the money and didn’t want to pay it back, and wanted to destroy the IOU and the like, oh yes, he said he would give me [-] as soon as he opened his mouth.”

"Before I came here, I was careful, stepped on it, and asked someone, I heard that the adults in this family are all dead, it seems..." Tanhuangpi wanted to tell the news he had heard, But he caught sight of Li Rong's thin back and the white back of his hand, and quickly swallowed his words, "I thought it was easy to say that there was only one high school student left in this house, so I came here, but I didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, this high school student looked thin and pale, but he was so ruthless.

If he had known earlier, he would never have accepted the order.

Li Rong lowered his head slightly, looking at the knife lying in the sink, his voice was cold and exhausted: "Who hired you?"

Tanhuangpi reacted for a while before he heard Li Rong's words clearly, and he hurriedly said: "I really don't know him, he is wearing a mask, hat, and sunglasses, just to prevent people from seeing his face on purpose." Suddenly, Tanhuangpi had a flash of inspiration Shan, wishing he could tell Li Rong all the information he knew, "Oh! I think... he should be quite old, because he has white hair, and he is not tall, he must not be 1.8 meters tall, and he is not thin either. Anyway, the words are very heavy, and other impressions are gone, and he gave half of the cash he gave directly."

Cen Wei glanced at Li Rong and found that Li Rong was indifferent.

He knew that according to Tan Huangpi's description, Li Rong had no impression of such a person.

Cen Wei: "When did he ask you to deliver the goods?"

Tanhuangpi shook his head violently, and said cautiously: "If you don't deliver, he let me steal it and burn it, and then just pretend it didn't happen."

Cen Wei: "How will I give you the rest of the money?"

Tan Huangpi: "Ma... It's the Double Ninth Festival soon, he asked me to burn it at the Baile'an subway entrance near the commercial street, and then put the rest of the money in the nearby green belt, wrapped in paper money, there must be no one pick up."

The commercial street is the most prosperous shopping mecca in City A, and the Baile'an subway station is also a transfer point for four subway lines. There is a huge flow of people every day, even during the Double Ninth Festival.

On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, City A allowed burning paper money on the street, even at subway entrances and commercial areas, no one would find it awkward.

The other party was actually very careful and completely avoided the possibility of being discovered.

Cen Wei took a deep look at Tanhuangpi.

Based on his many years of experience, he believed that what the brown-and-yellow skin said was the truth, and judging by his behavior and dress, the identity of a thief and a gangster also matched.

But later, he will find someone to confirm again.

Cen Wei quietly waited for Li Rong to speak.

He didn't know what was in the brown paper bag, but Li Rong did.

Tan Huangpi immediately expressed his sincerity: "I really know so much, I told you all, why don't you call the police and let the police arrest that person, I can help you... what is that called? Portrait? Identification?"

Li Rong took a deep breath, and firmly grasped the tiles of the sink with his fingers.

Countless and complicated information flashed through his mind, from this life and from the previous life, these information were scattered on the ground like broken pieces of glass, and they couldn't be pieced together no matter what.

According to Tan Huangpi's description, he really had no impression of that person at all.

He was sure he had never seen this man before.

Why did this man destroy his dad's manuscript?

During this period of time, he read all the contents of the manuscript, except for the hypothesis of CAR-T optimization and CRS weakening that Li Baishou wanted, there was no valuable new research.

The contents of other manuscripts have already been published in papers, and some have even been incorporated into textbooks.

For those things, you can clearly see more detailed content in the database and books, so what is the other party afraid of?

The only thing he can be sure of now is that it is not Li Baishou who asked the brown and yellow skin to do this.

Although Li Baishou has not been able to get his father's hard drive from the investigation team, there is no need to worry.

Because no one would have thought that Li Qingli's son, who was just in his third year of high school, could sort out that paper and submit it to a foreign journal.

Besides, Li Baishou didn't know where Li Qingli's manuscript was kept or what it looked like, otherwise he wouldn't have left so easily the last time he came.

It was not in Li Baishou's interest for the man to let the brown and yellow skin be burned as soon as he got it. Li Baishou only wanted to see the hypothesis, and there was no need to destroy it at all.

Cen Wei stood up, took the brown paper bag and walked behind Li Rong, and took a look at Li Rong's white nails.

Cen Wei patted Li Rong's back with his hands, signaling him to turn around.

"What did you overlook?"

Li Rong froze, and immediately turned his head to meet Cen Xiao's gaze.

He suddenly found that Cen Xiao was standing very close to him, and it was almost inevitable that he could feel the temperature of Cen Xiao's body.

At this distance, he had to raise his eyes to look at Cen Xiao.

Cen Xiao stared at his bloodshot eyes and white lips, raised his hand and stuffed the brown paper bag into his arms.

Then Cen Xiao's palms slid all the way down, supporting his flexible and thin waist: "Calm down, the other party just found a trash here, and they are already in a panic."

Li Rong lowered his eyes, and couldn't help but tense his lower abdomen.

Even through the clothes, when Cen Xiao made some intimate gestures towards him, he still had a subconscious reaction.

With this distance and this posture, Cen Wei can completely push him against the sink and kiss him.

He absolutely would have done that.

but--

This kind of intimate gesture that breaks through the boundaries really draws him away from anger and extreme emotions.

If this manuscript is worth destroying, there must be information left on it that I don't want people to know.

The papers and research results that have been published are not counted. Apart from these, there must be something he missed in the manuscript.

The only point that made him hesitate was the part where the manuscript was torn out.

But he always thought that his father ripped it off himself.

Li Rong immediately bypassed the string and took out all the manuscripts from the kraft paper bag.

Up to now, there is no need to avoid Cen Xiao.

He rummaged along the red tape on the edge of the manuscript, and found the page that was obviously broken.

It was indeed missing a part, he stroked the paper lightly with his hand, as if he could feel Li Qingli's mood when he wrote these words.

Focused, serious, with reverence for life and enthusiasm for science.

Cen Ling only glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "Some part is missing."

Li Rong's Adam's apple rolled, and he frowned slightly: "My dad didn't tear it off."

This part of the content must be very important, so important that the other party has to find it out from the thick manuscript and eliminate it.

Cen Wei didn't understand the professional knowledge in Li Qingli's manuscript, but he knew that Li Rong probably understood it, but Li Rong didn't react too excitedly to the rest of the manuscript, which meant that at least there were no problems with these words.

Cen Wei patted him on the waist and said persuasively, "It must not have been cleaned up."

Li Rong's eyelids trembled a few times, and his breathing became heavy.

Correct.

It must have not been cleaned up, otherwise the other party would not take the risk of stealing again.

But where is it not cleaned up?

Li Rong couldn't help turning around under Cen Xiao's palm, and pointed the manuscript at the light source.

The light hits the seemingly flat surface of the paper, and the unevenness caused by heavy brushstroke inevitably shows the change of light and dark.

Li Rong squinted his eyes, not letting go of any corner, and carefully inspected the traces that might be left on the previous page.

really.

At the top of the manuscript, under the cover of a chemical structure diagram, he vaguely read a few transparent and bright words——

Live up to the mission and wait for good news.

Other than that, there is no more content.

It is really difficult to print the words on the previous page.

The other party probably also saw that there were only eight characters on this page, and the rest was blank, so he let down his guard and only tore off these few pages.

Cen Xiao's hand slid from the side of Li Rong's waist to the top of the tailbone, but he didn't move on the obvious undulating lines.

Cen Wei's voice slowed down, and he said firmly in Li Rong's ear: "These words contain information that you must know."

"When he is very confident in the research results, he likes to write this passage." Li Rong's pupils tightened and he murmured softly.

Li Qingli is a very old-fashioned scientist, probably a habit brought back from foreign laboratories during those years of studying abroad.

He likes to find a small bar that serves French fries and grilled sausage pizza with colleagues in the same group after the experiment is successful, drink together all night, sing loudly, and hug warmly, and then, before two o'clock in the night, he is pulled by Gu Nong Started, and led back to the dormitory in a confused and obedient manner.

He also likes to write the words "Fulfilling the mission and waiting for good news" on his manuscript paper with a swipe of a pen before the new drug is put into the first phase of the experiment.

Since the group of foreigners can't understand, he doesn't need to be shy about this somewhat passionate declaration.

Later, when he returned to China, he taught at University A and worked in the Hongsuo Research Institute. There are many people who know his habit.

Cen Wei: "This time, it is likely to be successful."

Li Rong said softly: "And the other party knows his habits very well, so after realizing this, he felt uneasy and decided to destroy this clue."

Cen Wei: "So..."

He didn't fully explain it, but looked at Li Rong and motioned Li Rong to continue talking.

Li Rong's voice became more and more calm: "He is someone who knows my dad, and maybe it was he who tore it up for the first time. He is very familiar with these professional knowledge, diagrams, and research conclusions, so he can accurately read from a pile of manuscripts. Find the parts that must be destroyed."

Cen Wei reminded: "It's just a way of thinking."

But it is not certain that the person who came to tear up the manuscript was the one who commissioned Tan Huangpi to destroy the manuscript.

Li Rong nodded: "If you follow this line of thinking, he is indeed like you said, and found a thief in a panic to do this. If he doesn't come in person, it means that he doesn't have the courage and ability. Then his first time, it must be a thief. I entered my house openly, but there are too many people who can enter openly."

On the day his parents died, he also fell into a coma due to gas poisoning. He fell into a coma for a whole week. During this week, relatives and colleagues, the police and the media, courts and real estate agents entered and exited his house.

Cen Wei: "Limited ability and lack of guts, it must not be a particularly important role."

This man made a lot of mistakes.

In the state that Li Rong had just returned from the hospital, he had no time to pay attention to his parents' belongings. If this person had taken the entire manuscript away at that time, perhaps Li Rong would have taken it by mistake when the court was cleaning up valuables.

If he didn't bother to find someone to steal it, Li Rong might not have noticed the printed eight characters at all.

He couldn't hold his breath, but he didn't have the guts to deal with it himself. Instead, he handed it over to a thief who didn't know much about it.

Li Rong also thought of something similar: "Probably he did this and didn't report to his superiors. He was afraid of being found out and made mistakes, so he planned to deal with the aftermath by himself."

All of this is probably fate.

If he hadn't forgotten to bring his mobile phone, maybe this person had successfully taken away the manuscript and burned it clean on the Double Ninth Festival tomorrow.

Even if one day he discovers that the manuscript has been stolen, he misses all the evidence.

Cen Wei wrote lightly: "Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the people who use him have never seen how smart they are."

Originally, from the very beginning, all the manuscripts should be taken away and destroyed. If you are indecisive in doing things, you will leave flaws.

Li Rong shook his head slowly: "Perhaps he thinks that this is one of the few things my parents left me."

If the man really knew his parents.

The brown skin was leaning against the wall, unable to understand what Cen Wei and Li Rong were saying. He timidly asked: "Can I...can I go? My neck feels cold, I...I don't Are you going to die?"

Cen Ling withdrew his hand caressing Li Rong's waist, picked up the empty kraft paper bag, walked to the corner, dug out a stack of waste paper of equal thickness from a woven bag of garbage that Jian Fu packed up, stuffed it back into the kraft paper bag, Tie it up and throw it in front of the tan.

"Take it and burn it, don't say anything, or you may really die."

Brown and yellow skin swallowed hard, his legs were so frightened by Cen Wei that his legs went limp and his whole body was cold.

Trembling, he wanted to pick up the kraft paper bag, only to find that he couldn't lift his right arm at all.

Tanhuangpi's eyes widened, but he didn't dare to ask Cen Xiao to attach his arm.

"Okay... okay, I won't say anything."

Li Rong frowned: "Hello."

He didn't expect Cen Wei to release the brown and yellow skin like this. After all, this is the first related person he has caught so far.

Cen Ling obviously understood what he meant, and replied quietly: "If you don't want to hear the news of another gas suicide one day."

Li Rong closed his eyes and remained silent.

He and Cen Wei are currently too far away from power, and the resources they can use are very limited, so it is really impossible to startle the snake now.

Cen Wei supported the brown-yellow skin's right arm and shoulder, pushed it suddenly, and with a click, connected the brown-yellow skin's joints.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The brown-yellow skin grinned in pain, and the wound on the neck that had just solidified opened again, bleeding dripping down.

But he didn't dare to stay longer, picked up the kraft paper bag with one hand, rushed out of the gate like crazy, and ran away.

Li Rong seemed to have never heard of it.

He knew that Cen Xiao had a way to keep an eye on this person to ensure that he would not lose control.

When Tan Huangpi ran away, there were only the two of them left in the hall.

The lights were quiet, and there was still a small pool of blood and sharp knife marks on the ground.

Li Rong's nerves relaxed, he immediately clutched his chest, and coughed violently.

Fighting with the brown-yellow skin had already exhausted him, and the subsequent incidents made him even more mentally exhausted.

Li Rong's back was leaning against the sink, his face was pale, his eyes were a little distracted from coughing, his eyes were covered by disheveled hair, and his neck veins were throbbing.

He took a long breath, slid his palm down, and pressed his stomach, his whole body was fragile and pitiful.

Cen Ling took out a few tissues, knelt down, and calmly wiped off the remaining blood, then threw the tissues in the trash can, walked to Li Rong, and turned on the tap to wash his hands.

Li Rong was in the opposite direction to him, shoulder to shoulder, but he was too lazy to take a step to distance himself from him.

Cen Wei suddenly said nonchalantly: "The squad leader is so weak that he still has the confidence to stay in the villa."

Li Rong's breath was stagnant, and he glanced at Cen Wei from the corner of his eye.

He was actually very confident. After all, he had been training next to Cen Xiao four years later for two years, and it would be no problem if he persisted until Cen Xiao, who was 500 meters away, arrived.

But these words, he can't tell the current Cen Xiao.

But Cen Ling began to ask and answer by himself: "I must be a little bit confident that the knife can not hurt the vitals with such force."

Cen Xiao's voice was very relaxed, but Li Rong pressed against Cen Xiao's shoulder, and could feel his arms exerting force, as if he was a little angry.

Li Rong lowered his eyes, curled his lips into a chuckle, and said meaningfully: "It should be because I believe in the surprising ability displayed by my deskmate."

Cen Xiao slightly raised his eyebrows.

Before Cen Xiao could continue to speak, his mobile phone vibrated suddenly, and it was on the side where the shoulders of the two were touching.

Li Rong lazily moved aside to make room for Cen Wei.

But Cen Xiao said, "My hands are wet, come here."

Li Rong pouted, shook off the hair covering his eyes, and put his hand into Cen Xiao's pocket.

Cen Xiao was very warm in his pocket, so warm that he didn't want to answer 90.00% of calls from Jian Fu.

He took out the phone, glanced at the caller ID, then raised it to his shoulder, motioned to Cen Xiao, and directly pressed the speakerphone.

Jian Fu's complaining voice rushed directly through the screen.

"Fuck, my meat has melted, did you get a mobile phone or a scripture? You just went to have a fight with Li Rong and it should be over!"

Li Rong: "..."

He already knew that this call should not be answered.