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Chapter 529 Wang Ping'an

There was no intrigue, no ulterior motives, no mutual testing, and the voice on the other end of the intercom was so innocent that Gao Ming didn't have the heart to deceive the other party.

He played the role of a listener well, allowing the man, who seemed very old only by his voice, to continue telling his story.

Compared with his experiences in nightmares, these stories were ordinary and seemed to happen every day, but Gao Ming didn't know why, he listened very carefully.

Perhaps influenced by the other party's tone, Gao Ming hesitated for a long time before speaking: "I am not your brother, this walkie-talkie was given to me by someone else."

The endless stream of words came to an abrupt halt, and the man on the other end of the phone seemed stunned. It took him a long time to react, and he said something like "I'm sorry for disturbing you" to Gao Ming.

But after apologizing, the man's voice seemed to be a little tearful: "My brother said that this walkie-talkie can be used to contact him, no matter how far away he is. He is my only relative. My brother is a very good person and he would never lie to me."

"Don't worry, what's your brother's name? Maybe I can help you find him." Gao Ming knew that he was involved in a huge conspiracy, and all the pain he had experienced was just the tip of the iceberg of this conspiracy.

"My brother's name is... I can't remember it. I will never forget it! It's just that my brain can't remember it!" The sound of someone slapping his head very hard came from the other end of the intercom.

"Think about it slowly, think about it slowly."

"I will definitely not forget it, but I can feel that every morning when I wake up, my memory of my brother will become a little blurry, as if there is a force forcing me to forget him. I, I... can't remember his name." The man cried anxiously. He was extremely sad, as if this was the most painful thing in the world.

Gao Ming initially thought that the man on the other end of the walkie-talkie might be suffering from Alzheimer's disease, but then he thought something was wrong. He had very clear memories of his daily life and the zoo, but he had forgotten his brother.

A flash of lightning flashed through Gao Ming's mind, and he thought of a sentence he had heard before - a few years ago, a very terrible taboo incident occurred in Xinhu, and millions of people were forced to undergo brain surgery.

"Could that forbidden event be related to his brother?"

After comforting the good man, Gao Ming spoke frankly: "Can you tell me where you live now? Your brother gave me the walkie-talkie, maybe we can work together to find the clues your brother left behind."

"My home is near the Xinhu Zoo. I wanted to go home, but they took me to a nursing home. It's so scary here."

“Which nursing home?”

"Xinhu Old Town Sunshine Charity Nursing Home." The man on the intercom said expectantly, "Can you really find my brother?"

"I'll be there at daybreak." Gao Ming hadn't finished his last sentence when there was no sound at all on the other end of the intercom. The originally bright blood-colored spots on the intercom turned back into ordinary blood stains.

He looked out the window and saw the sun had already risen.

"It can only be used at night? This thing doesn't look like it's prepared for living people. Is that old man named Wang Ping'an a ghost?"

After a while, Liu Yi's alarm clock rang. The once cool and beautiful school beauty wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, covered her stiff neck, and made a sound of "ouch, ouch".

Lifting the kitchen curtain, Gao Ming began to prepare breakfast for the two of them. After Liu Yi went to work, he immediately took a taxi to the Sunshine Charity Nursing Home.

Compared with those private nursing homes with extremely high fees, the Sunshine Charity Nursing Home looks old and small in size. The environment cannot be said to be very bad, but there is still a lot of room for improvement. Walking between several old buildings, Gao Ming found the guard of the nursing home. The other party looked fat, in his forties, with a crooked hat, hiding in the guard room to watch the female anchor dance.

"Hello, I'm Wang Ping'an's family member and I want to send him something." Gao Ming knocked on the glass window at the guardhouse.

"Wait a moment." The guard placed his phone upside down on the table, turned down the volume, and pretended to be busy: "Let me look for it... Wang Ping'an's phone shows that he has no family and no appointments to deliver anything."

"I was entrusted by his friend. Tell him that I just called him. He will definitely come to see me."

"It's not a question of whether he can see you or not. We are under closed management." The guard checked Wang Ping'an's information and said, "The old man you want to see is not honest. He has escaped from our nursing home several times without permission. Although he may not be very smart, his physical fitness has always been good. He has never been sick in all these years."

"Then who sent him to a nursing home? He clearly wanted to go home."

"Why don't you listen to him? He's a lunatic, not normal." The guard was too lazy to argue with Gao Ming. After asking the staff on duty at the nursing home, he let Gao Ming in. He muttered to himself and picked up his phone again: "Young people nowadays really don't understand the ways of the world."

When he arrived at the reception desk, Gao Ming thought he could see Wang Ping'an, but two staff members in white coats took him directly to another room. After asking a lot of irrelevant questions, they refused Gao Ming's visit on the grounds that Wang Ping'an needed to rest.

The more they did this, the more strange Gao Ming felt. His attitude became tough and he vowed to make a big deal out of this matter.

Finally, another leader came over and saw that Gao Ming was wearing the black ring-shaped communicator of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, so he allowed Gao Ming to enter.

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"Could it be that Wang Ping'an was the one who underwent brain surgery that year?"

With all kinds of doubts, Gao Ming entered the sixth floor, the highest floor of the nursing home, and saw a single room next to the director's office.

"Wang Ping'an has escaped many times, so we arranged for him to stay here. There is no problem with his daily meals and care..."

Ignoring the staff's nonsense, Gao Ming stood by the door. There was a small window on the door here, through which you could see directly into the room.

"We are not trying to pry into the privacy of the elderly. We are just worried that they might get into an accident and it will be too late to treat them."

"Explaining too much may mean you are covering up something." Gao Ming knocked on the door, and after a while the wooden door was opened, and an old man with various toys hanging on his body appeared behind the door.

He seemed to be very bad at dealing with people. He was timid and silent, like a child who had made a mistake.

Gao Ming's eyes swept over the binoculars hanging around the old man's neck, the sunglasses in his pocket, and the dismantled water gun on the ground. Finally, he looked at the walkie-talkie tightly held in the old man's hand. The corners of his mouth raised slightly. This old man was not as stupid as he appeared. At least he knew how to conceal and hide.

"Can we two talk alone?" Gao Ming entered the house and closed the door. His sudden action startled the old man. It could be seen that the old man had an inexplicable fear of living people.

"Don't panic, didn't we just talk on the phone?"

(End of this chapter)