Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

The old man kept calling her his daughter, which made Vodka very angry. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Old man, are you blind? I'm a man, can't you see? Wait, what did you just say? The police sealed off the hospital?"

The old man didn't answer. He seemed to be hurt by these words and was stunned for a long time, as if a beautiful dream had been punctured. His look on the verge of collapse scared Vodka so much that he immediately reached for his gun.

In the end, he came back empty-handed, as his gun had long been taken away by the hateful bodyguards of the mental hospital.

He had no choice but to keep a close eye on the old man, just in case he suddenly got sick and attacked. He was not in good condition at the moment, and he didn't know if he could beat the old man.

The old man scratched his hair, his eyes widened, and he shouted in shock: "Did they perform surgery on you to change your sex?"

Vodka pupil earthquake, what nonsense are you talking about?

The old man cried miserably: "Those damn people actually turned my daughter into a son. Is there any justice in the world? Hezi, you are so miserable..."

Vodka pounded the wall angrily: "I told you, I'm a man, not your daughter! Are you deaf, old man?"

"Also, do you think this is Country T? You perform sex reassignment surgery on people for no reason!"

Vodka Karanzi's large eyes sparkled with wisdom. At that moment, he felt like he was the organization's intellectual leader. He said with reason and evidence, "A mental hospital is researching sex reassignment surgery, turning women into men. Do you think that's reasonable?"

Neurotic old man: "...then the man becomes a woman or a hermaphrodite?"

Vodka was speechless and rolled his eyes. "I've already told you, there's no point in doing this. Do you understand? Not to mention whether it can be done, even if it is, what are we going to do? Increase the world's population and burden the planet? Tsk, what am I talking to you, an Alzheimer's idiot!"

The old man also rolled his eyes quietly, saying, "You, a criminal, are quite environmentally conscious."

He coughed lightly and continued to probe: "...It is said that women live longer than men. Maybe it is to live a few more years?"

Vodka: "..."

I was almost convinced by your reasonable yet outrageous guess.

He unconsciously raised his voice to argue, "That's not true. Rizhao Hospital has never done that. They're more skilled at cutting kidneys than performing sex reassignment surgery."

"W-What about the other human labs? My poor Kazuko, your father loves you so much."

After arguing with a crazy old man for a long time, Vodka's dizziness and trembling legs were gone, but his blood pressure went up.

He was furious: "I told you I wasn't transgendered. No research institute in the world would conduct sex reassignment research on a serious illness, and there are no existing human experiments. Do you understand, old man?!"

"At most, we're researching ways to increase the upper limit of human lifespan and restore youth. Do you understand?"

Uh, when talking about life span, I suddenly thought of that unlucky guy in Tennessee.

Vodka recovered, got off the bed, approached the old man, and said indifferently: "It's a waste of time for me to talk to you, an old man with a problem in your brain. I almost forgot the main thing."

"Tell me, what's going on with the police?"

The old man sat on the ground and said blankly: "Something happened in the hospital, and they were all arrested by the police."

Vodka cursed softly and hurried out.

I have to contact my brother quickly.

If his brother was captured by the police, he could contact someone to rescue him. If his brother escaped, and he lost contact...

Vodka almost cried out. He had been out of touch for so long, and if he met his suspicious elder brother again, he was afraid that he would shoot him.

But he held on firmly and stubbornly decided to contact his elder brother first. Unfortunately, all his belongings were taken away by the hateful nurses in the hospital.

Vodka looked around the small, dark and damp house, and his eyes fell on the dirty and worn mobile phone on the corner of the table.

He didn't pick it up at this time and hurried forward to get his phone.

"He, Hezi, that's Dad's cell phone."

"It's mine now." Vodka said bluntly.

—I completely forgot to refute the term 'Dad'.

Vodka took the phone, pressed the old phone buttons skillfully, and dialed his brother's number.

"Brother, where are you? I was unconscious and was rescued. I just woke up now."

Gin, who was lying dead in the hospital, looked stern. He suppressed his suspicions and changed the subject, saying, "Where are you? I'll have the logistics department pick you up."

We will interrogate him thoroughly after he is brought back. It has been more than ten hours since the public security operation. Even if Vodka was injected with a sedative, it is impossible for him to be unconscious for so long.

So, what did he do during the time he lost contact?

Was he instigated by the police?

Gin's eyes were gloomy and he said sinisterly, "Send me the address."

Vodka was so moved that he was about to say something when the phone was hung up.

Vodka: I'm used to it.

When he turned to the text message page and was about to send a message, he froze.

Where is this?

Vodka asked hurriedly: "Old man, where is this?"

After the old man trembled and said the address, he muttered and cursed: "You have no respect for your elders and don't even call me dad. You are such an unfilial son."

Vodka rolled his eyes.

After sending the text message, he sat on the floor at the door and waited.

Seeing the old man huddled pitifully in the corner, Vodka kindly said to him, "I'm leaving soon. Don't tell anyone that you saved me."

After giving the warning, he realized that no one would believe the old man even if he told others about it.

After all, the old man thought he was saving his daughter who had undergone sex reassignment surgery in the hospital.

Vodka: I don’t know whether to be happy or complain.

At this moment, he heard the old man sobbing softly: "But, but I spent a lot of money on the skirt I bought for Kazuko."

Seeing the pink vodka in his arms: "..."

Vodka was speechless and took out his phone to send a message to his brother.

[When my brother asked the logistics team to pick me up, he left a card without a password at my safe house. This was a thank you gift to the old man who saved me.]

[Don't worry, bro. He's a psychopath. He knows nothing and no one believes what he says.]

Gin who received the text message: ...?

He scoffed, "Stupid."

Gin immediately sent a message to the logistics department, instructing them to silence the witness.

He was asked to help clean up the mess before he was cleared of suspicion.

This waste.

Forty minutes later, a low-key black car drove into a remote village somewhere in Tokyo.

Three minutes later, the car picked up Vodka.

In the dilapidated house, the old man huddled together with a card in his hand, staring at the man in black who walked in with a gun.

His gray hair was disheveled, and he spoke weakly with trembling lips: "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

The man in black opened the safety bolt expressionlessly. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a huge force hit him and he was suddenly knocked to the ground. His arm hurt at the same time and the gun fell to the ground.

A clear and crisp voice sounded above his head, with a hint of laughter: "I told you, don't kill me."