Chapter 209: Hello, Officer Tse.

Xie Qingcheng has never told these executives that he is a mental Ai Bola patient.

But today, he's showing them the card.

He was careful not to say anything about the First Emperor, but only cited the special abilities of the patients of the mental Ai Bola, such as an amazing sense of smell, a high degree of arithmetic, and so on.

At this juncture, although the executives were shocked, they had no time to care more.

"And what are your powers?"

Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a few seconds, "Adapt."

"Adapt?" The Commander said, "But that only makes you personally feel better on the battlefield, it doesn't enhance the success of your reconnaissance."

Xie Qingcheng: "This ability to adapt not only to the external environment, but also within the body is effective. To take the simplest example, organ transplantation has a big risk problem, that is, the human body is likely to have a rejection reaction, but I do not, my body can completely adapt to the new organ, and the same ...... is also true for some viruses or bacteria."

"There have been several cases of mental Ai Bola patients in the country, but they have almost all died. Of these known patients, No. 2's special ability was that he possessed a very powerful sense of hearing, and at the time of No. 2's passing, our laboratory retained a sample of his blood to make a serum."

"What's the point of that serum?"

"It has no effect on normal people and can only be used for research, but for me." Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment and continued, "After the serum enters my body, it will be because it is adapted by me, the corresponding Altered Factor will create confusion and will treat me as Case #2. In other words, I can briefly have the ability of Case 2 within a few hours of injecting the serum."

The crowd was greatly shocked.

Zheng Jingfeng said, "Xie Qingcheng! Such an important matter, you, how come you never said ...... it!"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him, "Sorry."

Commander: "With that kind of ability, it's normal not to say anything, no one wants to get into some unnecessary trouble."

Zheng Jingfeng: "......"

Xie Qingcheng quickly averted his eyes from Lao Zheng, whose eyes made him a little intolerant. The commander was wrong, Xie Qingcheng never told Zheng Jingfeng because he was afraid of getting into unnecessary trouble, but because he knew that Zheng Jingfeng would react the way he did now, and he didn't want Zheng Jingfeng to be implicated or worried.

Xie Qingcheng : "So, may I take someone to the island?"

Even though it was a question, Xie Qingcheng knew their answer long before it was asked.

The Dreambreakers couldn't have picked a better option.

It has to be him.

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"Well, yeah, with all that business done, I'm going to leave the next thing to Cho to butt out. I may have to make a trip back to the island these days."

He Yu turned to his computer, checking the files and surveillance while raising his hand against his headset and talking to the person in the headset.

"Reason?" He repeated Duan Wen's question from across the room, his eyes skimming over a section of the surveillance recording on the display.

It was a segment of Xie Qingcheng's movements in the study while he was at his house. The video shows that Xie Qingcheng appeared to be watching the position of the study's surveillance camera at the time.

"......"

He Yu stared at the image for a moment, then scanned the vaguely discernible signs of desktop books having been moved.

"Nothing." His face didn't look too good, and after thinking about it, he said without moving his waves, "It's just that I found that the blood parasites seem to be a bit strange, right, and I want to go back to the lab to practice a bit. Find some feeling."

Duan Wen said something in his earpiece again.

He Yu snorted, raised his other hand, casually fiddling with his fingernail slits, not salty: "How do you perceive ...... you want to ask Anthony?He has not complained to you yet. All came up to my house looking for a fight. Well, you ask him."

He Yu responded perfunctorily to a few more casual conversations.

"It might be just a couple days back, I'll get ready for it. Okay, I'll hang up then."

After ending the call, he took off his headset and re-pulled the video progress bar on the screen back to when Xie Qingcheng was surveying the monitor.

"......"

He Yu looked at the man in the picture and had a premonition in his mind, but that premonition annoyed him greatly.

He raised a hand and rubbed his eye-point heavily, then exhaled out, sulked, put his headset back on, and dialed another encrypted number.

"Hey, it's me."

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Xie Qingcheng, who had left the Dreambreaker headquarters, didn't have much time left to prepare.

He ended up making a trip back home to have dinner with Xie Xue and the others.

They didn't know what Xie Qingcheng was about to do, and the meal was casual and homely as usual, with Auntie Lai's stir-fried sweet potato vines, mapo tofu, braised pork chops, and bok choy and fish ball soup on the table, and Xie Xue's Yangzhou fried rice, which she learned from Xie Qingcheng and is now a decent fryer.

Xie Xue and Xie Qingcheng said, "Brother, next month when I have a birthday, no matter how busy you are, you are not allowed to work, I want to book a travel private tour, we go for a walk together, take a break, okay?"

Wei Dongheng hastened to help his wife to persuade him, "Yes, brother, traveling is especially good, it can let you get rid of all the troubles you had before ......."

Xie Xue stomped on him under the table.

What's the point of bringing up the previous troubles? You're a father now, and you're still talking like a young man.

Wei Dongheng felt the pain and even turned back to Xie Xue and said, "Aigoo, why are you stepping on me?"

Xie Xue : "......"

Xie Qingcheng understands what they mean, but there's no telling where he'll be next month. Mandela Island is a ghostly place, and it's a life-or-death mission to go and find out.

He didn't want to worry Xie Xue and the others, and secondly, this mission was really classified, so he didn't say anything to his family, just drank the last mouthful of the hot soup, letting the plain warmth trickle through his heart and disperse to his internal organs.

Then said, "...... good."

Before he left, he gave Yaya one last hug, said to Auntie Lai, who was washing the dishes, and said to Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng, "If you're that old, you need to learn to do your chores and take care of each other."

His nature is too father, usually this kind of advice is also a lot, so Wei Dongheng heard nothing strange, husband and wife will Xie Qingcheng to the door, watched him get into the car and go away.

Xie Xue suddenly frowned slightly.

Wei Dongheng: "What's wrong?"

"...... don't know." Xie Xue watched Xie Qingcheng car drive farther and farther away, "Just feel stuffy in my heart, a little uncomfortable."

"Is it going to be a thunderstorm in the sky. There is a lot of humidity in the air." Wei Dongheng said, "Come inside and sit down."

Xie Xue responded, but didn't move.

She stood there and watched the taillights of her brother's car disappear around the corner until the blood-like color was already gone, and she still watched.

The second place Xie Qingcheng visited was the Meiyu Private Hospital.

Dean was already waiting for him in the penthouse lab.

Twenty tubes of microscopic serum, specially treated with a light blue color, are hidden inside designed safety tubes with microscopic needles, which pop out by twisting the mouth of the tube according to a trick, making it easy for Xie Qingcheng to inject himself outside.

"Thank you Professor." The old dean looked at him with raised eyes, "The stuff was already prepared for you a long time ago. Special field syringes, very lightweight and easy to carry."

Xie Qingcheng reached for it, "Thank you."

"Wait a minute."

"What?"

"There's one thing I'd like to show you." The old dean gestured to the empty chair in front of him, "Sit down first."

Xie Qingcheng sat down, the old dean got up and went to pour Xie Qingcheng a cup of hot ginger tea.

Xie Qingcheng took a sip even though he was unsure, then looked at him, "Dean, what are you giving me?"

The dean took out an envelope from a drawer and handed it to him, Xie Qingcheng opened the winding button, the cowhide envelope contained a pile of paper, he pulled it out and froze after only the first glance.

He looked across the page and locked eyes with the old dean.

The old dean looked at him with a smile, signaling him to keep reading.

So for ten whole minutes, there was no sound in the room, and finally Xie Qingcheng put the pile of paper back on the table, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The old dean smiled but didn't answer.

This old man is Qin Ciyan's classmate, bunk beds in college, the relationship is as good as brothers. Xie Qingcheng has not communicated much with him, and only now did he realize that the old dean's temperament was very similar to Qin Ciyan's when he smiled. Perhaps those who focused on their studies in those days eventually settled down to the same calm and generous flavor.

But this similarity, like a cat's claw, stabbed Xie Qingcheng's heart.

Xie Qingcheng was almost a little lightheaded, "You should have told us-"

"Do you realize now how it will feel for those close to you when you hide your illness from them."

Xie Qingcheng was suddenly stunned.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the old dean s smiling old face, the old man smiles as bad as Qin Ciyan.

Slowly the old dean withdrew the vellum envelope, the clean white pages of which were full of his own case reports, which were filled with the stinging words--

"Lung Cancer Mid to Late Stage", "Spread", "Metastasis" ......

"Where's your family? They're all ......"

"They all know." The old dean looked at Xie Qingcheng through the lens, a pair of sharp and gentle eyes, "My wife, my son, my daughter ...... are all clear about my situation, I spent a lot of time communicating with them, and in the end, we decided to face these little difficulties that appeared in my life together, we The family has been through a lot of things ...... wars, criticism, vindication ...... We have lived in cowsheds, been hung with big-character posters, but have always stayed together and encouraged each other to overcome very, very many difficulties."

He flexed his fingers and tapped the envelope, "This may be the penultimate level, and then the last difficulty we face is my death."

He saw Xie Qingcheng's expression and suddenly smiled, that smile was by no means comforting or bitter-sweet, he was really open and optimistic, "Professor Xie."

The relationship between the old dean and Xie Qingcheng is very delicate, their life distance is not too close, but spiritually they are so parallel to each other, and together they have fought for rn-13 for so many years. That is why he still calls Xie Qingcheng "Professor Xie" instead of "Xiao Xie" like Qin Ciyan.

But when he looked at Xie Qingcheng, the kindness in his eyes was almost identical to that of Qin Ciyan.

"Prof. Xie, a person's life is to constantly face all kinds of hardships and challenges, some people can't hold on halfway, and some people will fight until the end of their lives, and then have a final duel with death. Of course, human beings are destined to lose to death, but the spirit may not. Let's say, like me." The old Dean smiled and pointed to himself, "I've long since become unafraid, and I haven't even told you before that I've actually been interrogated by that mysterious murderer that Mandela sent."

"!!!"

"It's been a long time, I'm a much better actor than Old Qin, they don't see anything wrong. I thought Old Qin didn't tell me much. But I figured out a lot of things from that one time when I came back from the dead."

"I began to enjoy every day together with my family; they didn't have to worry that I was hiding something from them, and I wouldn't worry that they were holding me back from doing anything. It is the same now, and we, as a family, will face my illness and my death with as much commonality as we have faced any of our former difficulties."

"In a way, I've overcome it. I haven't become sad because of it, I'm happy. My family is fully aware of it, even my friends, everyone around me knows ...... except you."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"You're so smart, you must know why you're the only one I'm not telling." The old man smiled and added more water to his hot ginger tea, "You are a very tough, extremely stubborn man, Professor Xie. You have a very selfless, very kind heart. But at the same time, you're so egotistical that you're always protecting those around you in what you think is the right way, without caring if that's what they're expecting."

The old dean took a slow sip of ginger tea, he squinted his eyes, enjoying himself, completely unable to see that he was an old man who was suffering from an illness and had very little remaining life left.

He set his glass down and folded his arms, "I wish I could make you understand how that feels."

"Prof. Xie, years ago, when you turned to me for treatment of your illness, I had been advising you not to hide it from those close to you, to give them a chance to be there for you, they love you, they have the right to do so. But you wouldn't listen." The old Dean said, "I then didn't advise any further because I understood just as well how you felt, and yes, it does take some 'cruelty' to tell those who love you the most about your illness because you know you'll worry them so much, you'll make them feel devastated... . and you love those people too, so you don't want them to get hurt, you don't want them to hold their lives back because of you."

The old dean was quiet again for a moment, and he looked peacefully into Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

"But to deprive them of the power to know is actually one of the crueler things, that might bring more regret to each other. ...... I don't know if my words today will be able to make you listen to them, this is the life advice from an old man who has lived to over seventy. Of course, this mission is classified, and there is no way for you to inform them, but I think that when you come back safely, you can try to seek out the people around you to accompany you in facing the difficulties of life in a less arbitrary and more honest way."

"Companionship is important to always have a breath in your heart."

The old dean finished and handed the box of medicine to Xie Qingcheng.

"Take care of your life, Professor Shea. We're all waiting for you to come back."

Xie Qingcheng left the Meiyu private hospital with more than three hours left before the final assembly.

His heart was heavy, yet calm, complex, yet clear.

He ended up going to the gift store and picking out a present for Xie Xue's birthday - it was a rag doll bear, Xie Xue didn't need anything nowadays, but if something did happen to him on the island, he knew that this doll bear would be a comfort to her.

Four years ago he and He Yu were trapped in the reservoir, and at that time He Yu asked him if he wanted to leave a message for Xie Xue if they died like that.

Xie Qingcheng refused at the time, saying that the content of the message would only add to the grief of the living.

And at this moment, he was walking down the darkened streets with the Muppet bear in his arms, his steps following his heart, and he ended up outside a delivery company.

Xie Qingcheng : "Hi, I'd like to send a timed delivery."

"Okay handsome, is it sending this Muppet Bear?"

Xie Qingcheng: "And a letter."

He paused and rephrased, "...... Sorry, it's two letters."

"No problem, do you want to send it registered?"

"Registered timed. Also could I trouble you for some letterhead and a pen? Thanks."

Two hours later.

Xie Qingcheng left the post office.

He suddenly felt a much lighter block on his heart, and in a letter he wrote what he could tell Xie Xue about what had happened, gave her birthday wishes, and what he was looking forward to in the future.

Another letter ...... was written to He Yu. He also said some words to him that he wanted to leave to He Yu in case he was killed, some very frank words. Those words he couldn't say now for the sake of the greater good, but he finally expressed them in a letter.

As a result, just as the old dean said, after doing these things he never wanted to do before, he really seemed to have a breath of air in his chest, and that breath of hot air made him vaguely feel a kind of power.

He stood up straight and walked towards the public safety building that was already nearby.

Huzhou Public Security Bureau, headquarters of the Dream Breakers Organization.

Xie Qingcheng verified his identity and went straight to the elevator to the top floor, where he would meet up with the probe team in the top floor conference room, and then get on a helicopter from the roof apron and head to the East China Sea port to land on the anti-tracking ship that had been prepared.

When he arrived, the only two people in the room were the Commander-in-Chief and his assistant.

Xie Qingcheng looked at the time, it was already time, and asked, "Where are the others?"

Instead of answering his question, the Chief Commander first had his assistant bring out a bag, and he said to Xie Qingcheng, "This set of clothes is for you."

Xie Qingcheng took the clothes out of the bag, slightly stunned.

It was actually a brand new police uniform!

The shoulder insignia is the rank of his parents before they were demoted, the cap, the badge, the boots, the belt, the handcuffs, and so ...... on and so forth.

When Xie Qingcheng's eyes fell on the police number sewn onto the lapel of his uniform, he almost stilled his eyelashes.

"We checked, it's a special number that combines the police numbers of Officer Zhou and Officer Xie's lives." The commander said, "We hope that brings you some comfort."

Xie Qingcheng's hand slowly lifted up, and without a word, he tried to touch the police number, yet in the end his fingertips landed on the silver badge first.

In that moment, he seemed to replay before his eyes that stormy day when he looked at the bodies of his parents beside the burning van, his mother's badge all crushed ......

The commander-in-chief gazed at Xie Qingcheng, paused, looked down and picked up the police hat--

It would have been out of order, but again, this is an extremely unique situation.

Their organization, the Dreambreakers, had to do extremely dangerous missions that cost a lot and required a lot of courage. As such the commanders were originally granted extreme power, and the brass didn't care to use it as a way to encourage members who were very important to them. It was still possible to make an exception for this one thing.

The Commander-in-Chief put the police cap on for Xie Qingcheng with his own hands, then locked eyes with those sharp peach blossom eyes under the silver badge.

"The locker room is right over there, get changed and we'll head to the rooftop, your teammate got here before you and he's already waiting for you." The commander-in-chief said, "Please go over there."

"When you come back, you can go straight to your parents' previous team. This police number, we will always keep it for you. I've already spoken to the city council. So you must take care of yourselves this time and return successfully."

Xie Qingcheng once again looked down at the familiar silver emblem, not saying a word as he watched and wondered what he was thinking. Finally he nodded his head.

The commander-in-chief patted him on the shoulder, "Go on. Officer Xie. I'll wait here for you to get changed, then we'll go meet your companions for this mission."

"Who is it?"

Commander: "Your acquaintance. Go up there in a minute and find out."