Give the universe a little earth shock

Chapter 88 Pengel and the Prototype

"Agent."

The aunt who sells fruit is understating it, without even looking at Bole, as if thinking more about it means she doesn't trust IQ.

Bole's world view was almost collapsed. He couldn't figure out where his flaws were. He was a top agent who had read the Bible in Istanbul and pissed on the banks of the Ganges.

Old Zheng wiped the guava with his clothes, and took a bite. The slightly chilled flesh was sweet to his heart, and slightly suppressed his uncontrollable smile that even the top intelligence officers could not control.

The people need to distinguish who is an agent and who is not?
No need.

Seeing a ray of foreigners is regarded as a secret agent.

Confidentiality starts with me.

The two left the fruit stand and walked towards the exit on the other side.

After going to the hospital, I saw Chi Gu breathing steadily through the window of the intensive care unit.

His father, Lao Chi, fell asleep leaning against the blue plastic chair in the aisle, with his eyes closed tightly to hide his exhaustion.

The hospital already knew the purpose of Lao Zheng's visit, and specially called the attending doctor to accompany them.

The doctor is a young but bald man. Seeing that Lao Chi was asleep, he wanted to wake him up.

But he was stopped by Lao Zheng, "Let me understand the situation with you first, what's the name?"

"My last name is Xie."

"Doctor Xie," Lao Zheng pulled him to the corner aisle, where the voice could not be heard, "What's the matter with that child? Wasn't he still in the general ward before he came here?"

The intensive care unit said that Chi Gu's situation is not optimistic.

Dr. Xie shook hands cautiously. Even though he faced many patients, Lao Zheng's aura still brought him back to the scene where he was questioned by his tutor in the university, "That's it, Officer Zheng, Chi Gu's vital signs were normal when he was admitted to the hospital. Yes, but then his peripheral blood white blood cell count and lymphocyte count dropped rapidly, accompanied by nausea and vomiting."

"We suspected that he had received a large dose of radiation in a short period of time, and the subsequent laboratory analysis also proved this result."

Old Zheng took out a cigarette, and saw the middle-aged man sitting in the aisle sideways, his sideburns had been bleached by life.

The term radiation sickness does not need much explanation, even now there is no cure.

Old Zheng can experience the three major pains in life.

He patted Dr. Xie on the shoulder, indicating that he knew, and then walked over with Bole.

Bole stood by the door silently, providing them with a warning. He is not suitable for this kind of pain in the same cultural circle.

Lao Zheng sat on the edge of the chair and didn't wake up Lao Chi. It was not easy to sleep once.

The two kept guard like this for more than an hour, and Lao Chi woke up.

He rubbed his red eyeballs, and saw Lao Zheng beside him.

"woke up?"

"Me? . . um."

The two men, who were about twenty years apart in age but about the same age, asked and answered questions tacitly.

"What's the matter kid?"

Lao Zheng put the fruits and supplements beside the chair, and asked as casually as possible.

Lao Chi held back for a long time, didn't know where to start, but in the end he slapped himself on the head, "It's all my fault, I didn't take good care of him."

He couldn't figure out why his son fainted and came to the intensive care unit, but there was one thing he couldn't do wrong, he couldn't give his son the best.

"He studies very hard and doesn't make trouble. Sometimes when I come back from work in a bad mood and scold him a few words, he doesn't talk back at all. I wish he scolded me. I'm afraid he will keep it in his heart and it will break."

"I don't go anywhere after school. I go to the eight cities to help others. If they don't accept me, I set up a small stall and sell some small things I repaired to subsidize my family."

Although Lao Chi said more and more sad, Lao Zheng still silently wrote down a few key points.

Schools, eight cities, stalls.

This is all the network of Chi Gu's activities.

A person who never cared about astronomy accurately expressed a series of coordinates. If it was not his own improvisation, then someone told him.

They had already been to Chigu's house before they came, and they had not found any books related to astronomy, which ruled out the possibility of impromptu intentions.

Then only the latter remains.

And as far as he knew, the message was sent just before and after Chi Gu fell into a coma.

Is there a link between texting and coma?
Lao Chi gradually restrained his emotions when he was thinking. Men are always restrained, and they will only reveal their weaknesses when they are most sad.

He wiped the tear stains on his cheeks and joked, but there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.

Lao Zheng patted him on the shoulder, quietly put some money in the fruit bag, and lied in good faith, "Your son and my son are good friends. The brat asked me to come and see him. He will be fine. Remember to eat the fruit, it will go bad after a long time."

Lao Chi hurriedly got up, rubbed his hands on his clothes, "Why are you so polite, don't dare, don't dare to be so polite, just come and take a look."

The two struggled for a while before Lao Zheng escaped.

Bole followed him around the corner, perhaps trying to adjust the atmosphere, and asked, "Your son should be in his 20s, right? How can you be friends with people in their teens?"

Old Zheng sneered, covered the lighter with his hand and lit a cigarette, took a deep breath before exhaling, thick white smoke drifted in the air, "I'm over 20, and I was an Air Force fighter pilot when I joined the army."

After Bole and Lao Zheng left the hospital, they returned to the eight cities to investigate Chigu's social network.

The surrounding neighbors said that the little guy has almost no business and no regular customers.

Only one day I saw a foreigner walking with him.

"Foreigners?"

Lao Zheng continued to consult, trying to locate the person's appearance through description, but no one remembered clearly.

I looked up again to check the monitoring, but the monitoring at the entrance and exit of the market had already been damaged, and no one repaired it during the warning monument.

This road is also blocked.

The two who had nothing to gain had to leave first.

When passing a miscellaneous shop, Bole suddenly stopped.

Lao Zheng sensed the change in his aura, and suddenly became vigilant.

The reason why they came to Bashi on purpose was that this was the only way for Chigu to go to and from school.

As top intelligence personnel, they have to investigate all possible places. The interpersonal relationship between school and family is relatively simple, only the market is full of fish and dragons, and there is the possibility of special contact.

Lao Zheng approached Bole pretending to be nonchalant, and his seemingly casual gaze took all the faces and gazes of the passers-by around him into his observation range, and found nothing unusual, "What's wrong?"

He noticed that what attracted Bole was a shop that sold both hardware and second-hand books. Although the style of the painting was a bit peculiar, it made money and was not shabby.

Bole gave him a code word, telling Lao Zheng to pay attention to an old photo with yellowed curls on the top of the photo wall in the store. There are only two people in the photo, one is the owner of the store, and the other is the owner of the store.
"Pengel?"

Old Zheng was startled, the person in the photo with the shop owner was clearly the young Pengel.

(End of this chapter)