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What happened on the island ten years ago flashed back into his mind. Yu Xing's robotic hand clenched into a fist, and the precision instruments buzzed as they moved, which seemed like a threat.

The mints melted into a small dot in his mouth, Teng moved the tip of his tongue and swallowed the candy.He looked down at Yu Xing's hand, and with the remaining mint taste in his mouth, he said, "Yo."

As Yu Xing grew up, the obscene temperament among the tall and strong became more and more intense, but there was still a lot of viciousness in it now.He stared at Teng Cuo with a mixture of hatred and longing, but he didn't dare to show Mr. Chen too much. Over the years, he has become more aware of the rules, and he only looked at it for a few seconds before looking away. .

Mr. Chen said: "I don't think I need to introduce any more, the three of you know each other. Do you still remember?"

Lan Die also recognized the person, raised her head and met Yu Xing's eyes, then moved her eyes away.

"Well," Teng Cuo dragged his voice harshly, "Of course I remember."

Yu Xing also said, "Remember."

They all wished they could rush forward and fight together, but not now.Yu Xing's manipulator seemed to be repeating what happened that year, and Teng Cuo stared at it, feeling very happy.

Mr. Chen looked at Lan Die and said, "Although I'm in the stockade, I'll leave the business to you. Your contacts won't die out, and our important selling point is still in the country. Yu Xing is in charge of the security of Zhongliang Village , If you want to use weapons or use people, you have to negotiate with him."

Lan Die nodded and said, "Understood."

Yu Xing gave Teng a wrong look for the last time, then stepped aside, and the middle-aged man who had been standing behind him walked to the edge of the balcony.The man was tall and thin, with a featureless face save for extremely sunken cheeks.Perhaps because it is too ordinary, wherever he stands, he can blend into the background strangely.

"This is Lao Pang," Mr. Chen looked at Lan Die and Teng Cuo, and said, "The money earned by the garden will eventually be spent in his hands. According to your seniority, you have to be called Uncle."

That person is in charge of money laundering, who has something to do with finances, and who can also gain the power to leave the village and act alone. To some extent, this person is Mr. Chen's real confidant.Teng Zuo looked at Uncle Pang for a while, but didn't give any indication.

Now the situation is clear, in fact, Mr. Chen has already demoted Lan Die.In the past in Yufang City, Lan Die was in charge of actions and business alone, but in Zhongliang Village, she was given half of the power to Yu Xing.But Lan Die has no objection, she wants to take the blame and make meritorious service.

All the important figures present in the garden, the mutual check and balance among Lan Die, Yu Xing and Uncle Pang, is the separation of powers that can win the trust of Mr. Chen.

"As for Xiao Cuo," Mr. Chen turned around, smiled at Teng Cuo, and said, "Concentrate on your research and report to me directly."

This is both a privilege and a denial of freedom.Teng Cuo looked normal and nodded.

***

After several days of rain, Teng Cuo came out of the infirmary where the dressing was changed, and was surprised to find that the sky had cleared.

The courtyard of the infirmary is empty, paved with large irregular stone slabs, and it also shows a dark color after being soaked by rain, with light green moss growing in the gaps.

Teng Cuo walked out of the eaves, the heavy clouds pressing hard on his head had not completely dissipated, the mist floated around the canopy of the forest trees in the deep mountains, and the humid air carried the coldness of late autumn.Teng mistakenly put his hand into his pocket, and finally took out a piece of candy without touching the cigarette case.

Two weeks had passed since he settled down in Zhongliangzhai.His life is experimenting, failing, and repeating all over again. He hardly ever has a long conversation with anyone. Even Yu Xing only exchanged a venomous look when passing by.

Of course, Teng Cuo has no channels to communicate any information with the police, which means that he has encountered a deadlock.

He's pretty sure his tracker has gone offline, it's too far out for the signal to get in.Moreover, no one here has a mobile phone, even if Lan Die needs to contact the outside world to do business, he uses a satellite phone approved by Mr. Chen.After the incident in Yufang City, Mr. Chen was particularly cautious. Electricity was used for three things: electric lights, air conditioners, and laboratories. He didn't watch TV, and even got news about current events through newspapers.

This is halfway up the mountain, go up along the slender gravel road, pass the laboratory, and you will find the two-story building where Mr. Chen lives.It is guarded at every level, and Yu Xing's security creed is the seven words "be careful sailing for thousands of years".

A car passed by the mountain road outside the courtyard, the window in the back seat was half open, Teng mistakenly saw Lan Die, and she was about to cover her eyes.

With candy in his mouth, he whistled.

Lan Die had already seen him, asked the driver to stop the car, pushed down the window, and greeted Teng Cuo.

"Sister Cool," Teng Cuo said, "Going down the mountain?"

Lan Die nodded and asked, "Do you want to buy sugar again?"

"You understand me." Teng took the candy out of his mouth by mistake, leaned over and propped his arms at the window.

Blue Butterfly is probably going to deposit goods today, and she is wearing a tight black combat uniform.But Teng Cuo didn't care what she was doing, and said, "Remember to buy more fruit and milk flavors, not mints."

"...All right," the man was so picky that it made people angry, Lan Die narrowed his eyes, and finally waved his hand and said, "I remember."

Teng Cuo smiled at her and said happily, "Thank you!"

Lan Die has always been too lazy to pay attention to him, closed the window, and the three jeeps quickly drove out of Teng Wrong's sight.Teng Tzuo set up a pergola to watch him off, then turned his neck and looked around.

The surroundings were the same as before, nothing could be seen except the blue sky and the deep mountains, the tops of some high mountains were covered by a streamer of clouds and mist, and there was smoke at the foot of the mountains, where the common people of the garden had their meals.If it is walking, it will take half a day just to go down the mountain.

No one can get out from here without a car and accurate navigation.

But now the only people who can go out here openly are Lan Die and that Uncle Pang, both for the garden business.But Uncle Pang is more trusted than Lan Die. Teng Cuo has observed that he doesn't need to be searched when he enters and exits Zhongliang Village, and he doesn't need to be blindfolded in the car.

This is a very mysterious figure.

He has won the trust of Mr. Chen very much, and he can't see the beginning and end in the village.Except for going down the mountain occasionally, Teng Cuo doesn't even know where he lives.

Teng Cuo found Mr. Chen's base, but now he has lost his initiative, and has no choice but to wait, and this is just a good name, and to put it bluntly, he can't do anything.The tip of his tongue ached from the slightly sour taste of grapes several times. He needed to clear his mind, which was not an easy task.

He returned to the laboratory, first stood in the yard and chewed the sugar in his mouth.

The laboratory is located near the top of the mountain. It was rebuilt from a cave. The one-story building looks a bit distorted from the outside, but it is well-equipped inside.There are no less than thirty scientists inside, all hired by the garden, responsible for research and development of the latest crystallization technology and purification of heroin.

Teng Cuo has a separate room in the innermost part, and what he wants to study is different from others.

One experiment after another is what Teng Cuo is all about now, even though they all ended in failure.He took off his goggles, put his foot on the edge of the table, and let the swivel chair slide out.

He raised his legs in a very casual position, resting his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his palm.He stared at the clusters of flowers in the glass box, his eyes stained red with the color of blood.

The green stalks are straight and straight, standing firmly out of the soil, with fluffy spines on them.Teng mistakenly opened the mini-greenhouse and picked a branch out of it.

Poppies, farming, evolution, upgrades.This is his field.

Heroin is the king of drugs, an upgraded version of Huangpi. Huangpi comes from liquefied opium, that is, extremely high-purity morphine, and the raw material for morphine is poppy.

That's right, Mr. Dust wants to upgrade the drug fundamentally. He seems to be annoyed by the process from flower to powder, and he is determined to have not only the enhanced heroin, but a new variety of opium poppy.He is indeed old, but Mutant Poppy seems to be his obsession, and his ambition and stubbornness are frightening.

Teng Cuo's snow-white fingertips touched the spherical pistil and moved it.

Mr. Chen sent Teng wrongly to the upper reaches of the upper reaches, which was the beginning of the entire drug market.Teng Cuo was procrastinating for time in the day after day of experimental failures. He couldn't take it seriously. Once he really started this research, he would become a demon with bloody hands.But he didn't know how long Mr. Chen could bear it, nor did he know Mr. Chen's true attitude towards him.

Teng Cuo lowered his eyes, stroking the purple-red petals.

He feels divided.

On the one hand, he clearly understands his responsibilities.

On the other side of this mountain is Huayuan’s drug factory, but the shipment volume is by no means enough to cope with Huayuan’s external sales. In order to recover losses, Blue Butterfly’s recent business negotiations are in the amount of dozens or even hundreds of kilograms , which shows that the garden has a large stock.Therefore, the purpose of the latent work is not to assassinate, nor to set the whole mountain on fire or blow up, but to completely destroy the power of the garden in the lawless world.

On the other hand, however—

Teng Cuo's finger slipped down, and the thorn on the poppy stalk pierced his fingertips.

He is looking for a truth.A truth about himself.

He is an orphan who was learned by Mr. Chen, and he took the initiative to contact the police to become an informant, which is completely different from the police who were sent undercover.He persistently refuses to be assimilated by evil, and he wants to give himself an explanation.

Who is he, what happened back then, and what it was all about, these are the questions that make him toss and turn.

His position with Mr. Chen has never been the same as that of Lan Die and the others. Mr. Chen even showed connivance to him and gave him incomparable freedom. This is a fact Teng Cuo has realized since he landed on the island at the age of 17. .He'd thought it was because of his status as a researcher, but that theory had long since been disproved, though he didn't yet know why.

Mr. Chen didn't save him on that rainy night, he just became a puppet in the chaos without knowing it. Ever since Chen Fang adopted him, Mr. Chen has been a clue person.

Both Teng Cuo's father and aunt took drugs, and Nan Hongzu even used drugs as a drug dealer. These things that Teng Cuo interpreted as coincidences in the past have become particularly important.

Teng Cuo exerted a little force, and blood beads gushed out.He put his fingertips in his mouth and tasted his own blood.

Half a month ago, he licked blood from Xiao Guo's lips in the hail of bullets.Now he compares it with his own, and feels the same but different.

He used to think that everything was fate, but now he understood the fear of fate.How much can a person control? He didn't join the game by chance, but he was destined to join this game of chess in the dark since he was born.This seemed to be a curse, with too many unsolved mysteries, but the only thing that was certain was that he was the culprit when people around him left one by one.

For example, Teng Yongan.

The light in Teng Cuo's life was extinguished with the death of the anti-narcotics policeman, and it was also Mr. Chen's handwriting, in order to let Teng Cuo enter the orphanage.Teng Cuo moved his lips in extreme pain and said with blood in his mouth, "I killed him."

The hard stem was snapped off, and Teng Cuo's emotions collapsed at this moment.After hearing the noise, the people outside tentatively opened the door and came in, only to see him hitting his head against the wall like crazy.

The petals were crushed at the fingertips, mixed with blood, and stained Teng Cuo's cheek when he raised his hand to cover his face.

***

Teng Cuo had already calmed down at dusk, and sat side by side with Mr. Chen on the balcony on the second floor of the small building.He sat in a very edge position, with his upper body lying on the bamboo railing, his legs hanging down, shaking constantly.

Mr. Chen sat cross-legged, and said in a tone of an elder worrying about his younger generation: "How could it be like this?"

Teng Cuo turned his pale and colorless face, with gauze on his forehead."I've always been sick," he said.

When he spoke, he frowned in pain, because the tip of his tongue was broken, and his lips were almost bitten by himself.Emotional attacks are difficult to control. People who came in from the outside, Teng Cuo was afraid that he would talk nonsense in a drowsy state, and bit the tip of his tongue when he felt his heartbeat began to speed up crazily.

Mr. Chen asked, "Why did you get sick this time?"

"The experiment..." Teng answered wrongly, his lips twitched, and finally said: "It failed."

There was a natural depression on the railing in front of him, like a small hole, Teng Cuo dug there with his nails and cursed in a low voice.

"Small mistake," Mr. Chen sighed, sounding distressed, he said, "I have said many times, this matter cannot be rushed. You are already by my side, why are you still in a hurry?"

The questions asked by this person often made it difficult for Teng Cuo to answer. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the guardrail, and gave a low "hmm".

"There is no psychiatrist in the village," Mr. Chen said, "I can hire one for you."

"No need," Teng Cuo raised his head, "just take the medicine."

Mr. Chen asked with concern: "What do you need?"

"Sleeping pills," Teng Cuo said, "and lamotrigine."

"Okay," Mr. Chen said without hesitation, "write down your name, and next time Lan Die or Lao Pang go out, I'll ask them to bring it to you."

Teng Cuo originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to buy medicine to go out of the village, but he took the risk and called a landline from a store in Yiwei Town.But Mr. Chen obviously didn't intend to let him go out, Teng Cuo didn't refute, and nodded.

Mr. Chen was silent for a while, and then said earnestly: "Little mistake. Don't worry."

Teng Cuo was still on his stomach and hummed.

"You are still very young. You used to play outside, but now you can only spend all day in the laboratory." Mr. Chen patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Do you regret it?"

Teng Cuo buried his face halfway and asked, "What do you regret?"

"I regret doing things for an old man like me," Mr. Chen sighed again, and said, "Do you feel that you have been delayed?"

"If I don't do things for you, I'm already a duck now," Teng Cuo replied tactfully, "It's because someone picks me up when I go out to play."

He turned his head and looked at Mr. Chen's face eroded by age.The old man was wearing a light-colored shirt and trousers, even if he sat on the ground, he didn't lose his demeanor. He really didn't look like a murderous warlord and drug lord.

One of the reasons why Teng wrongly developed mental problems was Mr. Dust.

In the past ten years, he thought that the meeting in that rainy night was a coincidence, and Mr. Chen gave him a choice, let him do more sinful things as an excuse, and get rid of the fate of becoming a plaything of the rich.He's been tormented for years by his subtle gratitude to Mr. Dust, so much so that he's no longer a normal person.

Some fallen leaves floated into the balcony, and more of them merged into the soil in the autumn.Mr. Chen asked: "Smart boy, why are you following me?"

"Because I'm not willing to be a duck, and want to make money," Teng Cuo picked up the leaves and crushed them in his hands, and said, "And because you saved me."

"Ah," Mr. Chen looked at him with a smile, and said again, "Smart boy."

A sunset appeared in the sky, and two people were playing around in the open space downstairs.They're both adults in their 30s, wearing suits, but behaving utterly slack, throwing mud at each other, striding around like kids, and laughing terribly.If you look closely, they look almost identical.

They are Chen Zhong and Chen Liang, identical twins, but their intelligence will always stay at the age of eight.

Mr. Chen showed a kind and sad dark color, staring deeply at his two sons in the sunlight.

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