Chapter 427 Branch

The first weekend after the wax museum dungeon ended.

Zhao Ran sent off the last group of Jiuding players who came to see him. I don’t know if it was because Zheng Xun was in trouble, they were worried that his spirit would collapse and he couldn’t think straight for a while.

Zhao Ran said that the fact that they came to the mental hospital to visit him one after another was the real factor that caused his collapse.

He needs to rest now, and I hope everyone will not force themselves to release the love of the few teammates.

There are countless bouquets and fruit baskets piled up at the head and foot of Zhao Ran’s bed. Some people even worried that he would be bored in the mental hospital, so they sent him a full set of White Tower Baby DVDs and bought a lot of peripherals.

Mo Qian was the last person to leave.

At that time, Zhao Ran sat cross-legged on the bed, fiddling with the peripherals sent by his teammates. Rabbits, penguins and dogs, pendant badges and some unused fashion rags all over the bed.

Mo Qian held a gray rabbit pendant in his hand. This rabbit has only two expressions, pretending to be wronged, and a sly face after a successful prank.

"I didn't expect you and Zheng Xun actually know each other."

As expected of Mo Qian, he hits people's hearts right away.

Zhao Ran paused fiddling with his broken hands when he was reminded of his sad story.

"We have always been friends." He said.

Mo Qian didn't really know much about Zhao Ran's affairs. Zhao Ran was the only one among the current Nine Tripod players who had more experience than him.

Mo Qian knew nothing about what happened in Zhao Ran's past.

It's not impossible that he knew Zheng Xun.

"I checked Zheng Xun's information. He suddenly appeared. Before the copy of the Happy Community, there was no information about him."

Mo Qian peeled the apple slowly. His knife-holding gesture looked very professional, but every time he peeled, a piece of peel was connected to a large piece of flesh.

Zhao Ran stared at the poor apple with a complicated expression, hesitating to speak.

"Zheng Xun's origin is very mysterious."

Mo Qian finally stopped torturing the apple and handed the apple, which was only two-thirds left in his hand, to Zhao Ran, who shook his head violently.

Fruit killer Mo Qian had no choice but to put the dead apple aside and wiped his hands with wet tissues.

"Some information was deliberately destroyed. Although the investigation process was difficult, I was lucky enough to find something. Zheng Xun's parents were both scientific researchers. During a business trip, they were killed in a plane crash.

Zheng Xun, who lost his parents, has been living under the care of his parents and friends in Xingfu Community. I remember that you, Deputy Captain Zhao, also lived in that community for a while."

Zhao Ran did not shy away from talking about this matter, and he nodded frankly.

As for Zheng Xun's parents, he also heard the news from their aunt when she was talking to Qin Yi.

Zheng Xun was too young at the time, and they concealed the truth about his parents' death from him, and Zhao Ran never mentioned it.

But he thought that Zheng Xun was so smart that he must have guessed something a long time ago.

"Captain Mo can ask anything you want to ask directly," Zhao Ran knew that Mo Qian would not come to him to talk about these things for no reason, "I will try my best to tell you what I know, and there is no way if I don't know."

Mo Qian paused, showing a helpless expression.

"I actually... don't want to find out anything. Zheng Xun is now... forget it."

It seems that he came here just to find someone to talk to about Zheng Xun.

But he felt that it was too late to say anything, so he stopped here.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, have a good rest. Don't worry about the guild. Everyone hopes that you can recover and return to the team as soon as possible."

"Don't say good things for 'everyone'. Don't I know these guys?"

Zhao Ran doubted the thin teammate relationship between them.

Mo Qian smiled, said goodbye to him, and left the ward.

This time, Zhao Ran was the only one left in the room.

It was raining outside, and the weather was very gloomy. Zhao Ran closed the window and turned on the TV.

The TV was broadcasting news about Zheng Xun. He sat at the end of the bed, holding the remote control in his hand, looking at the photos on the news.

In fact, Zheng Xun's face was not photographed at all, only a black mass of bodyguards, with a few doctors and nurses in white clothes in between.

There is still no good news from Zheng Xun.

The thumb pressed the button on the remote control and tuned to the animation channel he was familiar with, which was playing White Tower Baby, Rabbit, Penguin and Dog.

The rabbit was sick, the dog was guarding its bedside, and the penguin brought back a lot of food from outside.

The room was dark, with only the faint blue light of the TV.

Each episode of the cartoon was very short, only 11 minutes. Zhao Ran finished watching this episode and suddenly spoke.

"You are standing there motionless, it's creepy."

The visitor laughed softly and walked out of the shadows, where there was nothing.

He sat in the place where Mo Qian had just left, his left leg resting on his right leg, tidied up the folds of his suit, and watched cartoons with Zhao Ran.

It was Yiyuan, who used a candle as his head today.

Zhao Ran thought the candle was too bright, so he sat a little further away silently.

Neither of them started a conversation, and they watched another episode quietly.

When the cheerful ending song of the cartoon sounded, Yiyuan spoke.

"You did a great job, Zhao Ran. Your acting skills far exceeded my expectations. That interview was really wonderful."

Zhao Ran's mouth twitched.

"Thank you. That was a true expression of my feelings."

"Your mission ends here for now. If there is anything else, I will come to you to communicate."

"Is that the end? What about Zheng Xun?"

Zhao Ran recalled the scene at the end of the dungeon that day. Zheng Xun fell to the ground, his chest pierced by a bullet, covered in blood.

And he came to this exhibition hall through a secret door, stood in a row with Yiyuan, and looked silently at Zheng Xun who was bleeding profusely on the ground.

"Is this the end?"

he asked.

"No," Yiyuan answered him, "This is just the beginning."

"Can I go and help Zheng Xun stop the bleeding? There's too much bleeding, it's scary."

"Zhao Ran, you forgot. From today on, he is the real 'Zheng Xun'."

Zhao Ran raised his head, just like now.

"Zheng Xun" stepped out from the shadows, intact.

There was clear ignorance in his eyes.

After Yi Yuan, "Zheng Xun" also appeared in the ward.

Zhao Ran couldn't help but complain.

"Am I some kind of monster house? Everyone can come here without any hindrance."

Yiyuan explained to him thoughtfully.

"The Ninth District Mental Health Center was originally a branch of the Seventh Hospital. It was only after something happened at the Seventh Hospital that the name was changed. We are allowed to pass here."

"Zheng Xun" ignored the conversation between them and sat on another empty chair.

"What kind of cartoon is this? Is it good?"

"It's okay, just for passing the time."

"Zheng Xun" nodded and sat quietly with his legs spread apart and his hands on the chair, watching the cartoon attentively.

Yiyuan stared at his back, and after a moment, he spoke.

"Zheng Xun, next Friday, your 'disease' will be cured and you will reappear in front of everyone."

"Huh? So soon?" The person who responded was not Zheng Xun himself, but Zhao Ran who was listening with his ears upright.

Yiyuan did not explain much, but waited for "Zheng Xun" to give him an answer.

"Zheng Xun" turned around, with a familiar blank look and a familiar cluelessness.

"But I don't know anything yet?"

"It doesn't matter, I will teach you slowly.

I'll teach you anything. "

Yiyuan's voice had a reassuring power. When "Zheng Xun" heard what he said, he felt relieved and concentrated on watching his cartoons again.