inferior possession

In the early morning, Duan Congzhen received a call from the laboratory.

He didn't sleep well at first, but when Duan Congzhen picked up the phone, he was so angry that he almost took the phone apart.

"You'd better have something important to say." Duan Congzhen said in a bad tone, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his swollen and sore forehead, with a gloomy face.

The other side was stunned for a moment, and the sound of breathing was very rapid, and it took a moment to speak anxiously, almost crying.

"Doctor Duan, our medicine was robbed again, and it was supposed to be sent to volunteers, what should we do..."

Hearing his tone, Duan Congzhen became more and more disgusted, frowned, and said impatiently, "Call the police."

The experimenter cried heavily and was extremely anxious, "Brother Duan, the person opposite is Brother Chen..."

"Who?" Duan Congzhen frowned, and slowly closed his eyes, "Chen Songyun robbed our transport vehicle?"

"Yes! Brother Duan, what should I do..."

Duan Congzhen sneered, "Then pack up and prepare for encoffining."

The other side complained endlessly and cried even louder.

Duan Congzhen didn't realize it, he picked up the phone, lay down again, and closed his eyes to get sleepy.

Anyway, Chen Songyun's people robbed the transport truck, and the police couldn't do anything to them, and there was nothing they could do, and Duan Congzhen didn't want to bother.

After a while, the phone rang again.

Duan Congzhen opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the ceiling, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was extremely ugly.

It was Chen Songyun's voice who picked it up.

"Brother Duan, there is good news, do you want to hear it?" The man's voice was full of laughter, sober, slightly teasing.

With his eyes closed, Duan Congzhen was extremely sleepy, he didn't even have the desire to speak, his breathing was heavy, and he had reached the extreme of rage.

Sensing that his temper was wrong, Chen Songyun took the joke sensibly and coughed lightly, "Do you remember the potion that was robbed before?"

"Remember." Duan Congzhen sneered, his voice was gloomy, "Isn't it you?"

Chen Songyun laughed twice, "Hey, Brother Duan, don't be angry, the money has already been credited to your account."

Duan Congzhen let out a "hmm", noncommittal.

"But I'm not talking about this, it's about that time before," Chen Songyun said, explaining in case he didn't remember, "the time when the transport vehicle burned through a hole."

Duan Congzhen opened his eyes, "Huh?"

"We found out the whereabouts of that batch of medicinal materials. They didn't enter the black market, but they were used for experiments." Chen Songyun said, lighting a cigarette, "Sent to a mental hospital."

"Really?" Duan Congzhen frowned, lacking interest.

He really didn't care where the batch of medicinal materials went, anyway, it was of no research value, it was just the initial stock solution, and it was still many experiments away from the finished product of Colin's reagent.

When this batch of medicines was dropped, the whole pharmaceutical company went crazy, as if his own father had died, Duan Congzhen only thought it was funny.

But Chen Songyun's next sentence made him interested.

"That psychiatric hospital is called..." Chen Songyun paused for a moment, flipped through his phone, and then said "Oh" and spit out three words, "Dongqingshan."

Duan Congzhen squinted his eyes slightly after rubbing his hands at Mingming Point, and asked back, "What?"

"Dongqingshan Psychiatric Sanatorium." Chen Songyun sent him a document and laughed, "The information has been sent to your mailbox, you have to take a good look. This mental hospital is really crazy, even more outrageous than that camp."

"Really." Duan Congzhen was still noncommittal, his tone was flat and indifferent, and he answered a few words casually, without any interest.

"I've already sent the situation to the police, and they will deal with it." Chen Songyun bit his cigarette and flattered vaguely, "I won't bother you."

"Thank you." Duan Congzhen pursed his lips.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Congzhen leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the dark room with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After lighting a cigarette and stuffing it between his lips, Duan Congzhen stared at the white wall, and suddenly found an inconspicuous spot on it, which he hadn't noticed before, but now that he notices it, it looks particularly glaring.

After taking two puffs of the cigarette, the spicy and sweet smoke flowed in his lungs, which was very pleasant. Duan Congzhen was speechless, staring at the spot silently, squinting his eyes slightly.

After a long time, Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes and wiped out the cigarette butt on the countertop of the bedside table. He watched the wooden tabletop being scalded by the scarlet light to create a black hole, and then he let go and put the cigarette butt down.

He took out his phone and clicked on the file sent by Chen Songyun.

The photo is the gate of Dongqingshan. The huge and ugly Haidongqing stands on the building, with a sharp beak and huge eyes, staring down at everyone passing by.

Even Duan Congzhen couldn't help frowning, feeling that the feeling of being watched was very uncomfortable.

After a cursory glance at the documents, it listed the evidence that Dongqingshan Mental Hospital abused patients and engaged in black experiments. Each item contained candid photos. The camera swept across the patients, thin, pale, and dull-eyed.

Duan Congzhen stared blankly for a while, his eyes swept away, his lips pursed unconsciously, and he stared at the photos with his head tilted, his eyes as pale as ever.

He felt a little bored, and even wondered whether these things could attract the attention of the police.

But it's none of his business, even if the investigation comes to him, he will still be a victim.

He put down the phone without interest, but he didn't feel sleepy anymore. The bruise on his abdomen started to hurt again after the tossing just now, which made him feel a little nauseous.

He lifted the hem of his clothes and took a look. The bruise had gradually faded, but the pain only increased, which was very strange. Duan Congzhen stretched out his hand and pressed the bruise. The nausea was so overwhelming that he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

Feeling surprised for the first time, Duan Congzhen lowered his head and looked at the bruise with frowning eyebrows. After a while, he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

He opened the cabinet, looking for some painkillers, but found so many bottles and cans, none of which could be used, and there were many medicines he couldn't recognize in the cabinet.

I took it out and looked at it, and found that it was all psychiatric drugs, and occasionally anti-depressant and anti-anxiety drugs, but there were only a few left, which were abandoned here.

Duan Congzhen thought about it for a long time, but he didn't remember when he took it. Standing by the sink, staring at the medicine bottle, he was very confused.

After a while, I caught a glimpse of the bruise on my body in the mirror, and then I remembered that it was the medicine for the deer.

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Duan Congzhen pinched the medicine bottle, stroked the label that hadn't been torn off with his fingertips, and his eyes were slightly playful.

He opened the box of fluvoxamine by himself, threw the last two pills into his mouth, and swallowed them forcefully.

Anyway, it can't kill people.

After taking the medicine, Duan Congzhen went back to the bedroom and leaned against the bed, suddenly feeling cold.

Turning off the 14-degree air conditioner, Duan Congzhen opened the window, and outside was the bustling night scene, shining brightly in this noisy city that never sleeps.

In the distance, those places where the lights cannot reach, those poor and desolate slums, the glitz has not yet arrived.

He suddenly remembered the residential area that had been burned casually before. It was old, decayed, and wet and muddy everywhere. Duan Congzhen felt disgusted when he saw it, and even talked about living here.

The people there live without dignity, and are begging for life in a humble way every day.

Duan Congzhen was leaning against the window, the night wind was blowing on his body, and he was a little hot. He was only wearing a thin vest. His arms were smooth and full of vigorous beauty. The material attached to his body made him look tough and sexy.

If it was at this time before, the man would come up to hug him, behind him, with his arms around his waist, looking at the prosperity everywhere, excited like a child.

"It's a beautiful city," he said.

Duan Congzhen smiled lightly, he didn't think so, he just thought it was very ordinary, very ordinary, and not worthy of the word "beautiful".

Anyway, he doesn't like it.

He raised his eyebrows contemptuously, and was about to say, when he turned his head and saw the man's bright eyes, which were full of starlight from outside.

full of hope.

Duan Congzhen's eyes darkened, and his heart suddenly took a breath, he quickly lifted the man in front of him, and began to take off his pants.

Ji Lu didn't expect it, and looked at him blankly, which made people want to bully him even more.

Duan Congzhen smiled, turned him around forcefully, and pressed him against the glass, "Just watch as much as you like."

No matter how Ji Lu begged him, he never stopped, pressed the man's head, and did not meet his gaze.

The transparent glass is full of traffic and traffic, and the top is absurd sex/love. Duan Congzhen knew he was afraid, but he ignored him from the beginning to the end.

He didn't want to see the light in the man's eyes, it was too dazzling, as if he was living with hope, which made Duan Congzhen very upset.

He wanted to see him unhappy.

Licking his lips, Duan Congzhen casually threw the cigarette butt out of the window, watching the scarlet light disappear in the bright neon lights of the city, his eyes dimmed.

Behind him was an empty house, and in front of him was a bustling city. He leaned quietly, and there was a rare gleam in his habitually indifferent eyes.

Tilting his head slightly, Duan Congzhen stared at the big clock in the distance, which showed the time.

Four twenty in the morning.

In two more hours, the sun will rise as usual over the city.

Looking outside, he caught a glimpse of the reflection on the glass window from the corner of his eye, and the man's nostalgic eyes could no longer be seen on it. They flashed past the glass window, and then quickly looked out of the window, thinking that the peeking was well hidden.

There were no arms tightly around his waist, Duan Congzhen slapped his wrist to let him hug him a little looser, that is, the deer nodded obediently, but after a while, it slowly tightened again.

Duan Congzhen raised his hand and touched his abdomen. The dull pain on it had faded away. I don't know if it was the effect of those few pills.

Looking at the prosperity of the city, he suddenly clicked his tongue thoughtfully, and absurd thoughts flashed through his mind.

At least at this moment, he began to admit what Ji Lu said.

This city is also a bit beautiful.

·

When he woke up again in the afternoon, Kelin Pharmaceutical Company sent him a message to hold a company meeting.

There is only one, at eight o'clock in the morning, when Duan Congzhen was dreaming, dreaming that he was dead.

No one dared to urge him, so he could only inform him. Duan Congzhen packed up and arrived at the company at almost three o'clock.

Everyone is waiting for him.

Walking into the conference room calmly, Duan Congzhen asked what's the matter.

The leader gave him a letter, inviting him to attend a very important seminar of the Pharmaceutical Association.

"Me?" Duan Congzhen asked back, "Go alone?"

"And Li Jie." The leader said.

"What about the others?"

"Already gone." The leader glanced at him.

Duan Congzhen opened the letter and found that the date was tomorrow, and the date he was invited was last week.

At that time, he didn't know where he was chic.

"Oh, yes." Duan Congzhen responded indifferently, crumpled up the letter and stuffed it into his pocket, "Reimbursement of the air ticket."

Said, waved his hand, turned and left, "Let's go, let's end the meeting."