SFS Chapter 1200 Star Wish: Antidote
Chapter 1200 Star Wish: Antidote
Gu Mingcheng's fingers were tightly gripping the steering wheel, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
Gu Yunqian's voice came from the car Bluetooth, with a bit of hoarse anxiety: "Dad, are you sure Yunhan is Wei Jingtao's son? Then Jingyi's godfather..."
Before he could finish his words, the car suddenly veered off the lane. The tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground. Gu Mingcheng swerved the steering wheel and narrowly avoided the oncoming truck.
Gu Mingcheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Before Wei Jingtao went to prison, his lawyer left a DNA sample. Now it seems that he did it for this moment."
Gu Mingcheng's thoughts were in a mess, and Su Jingyi's face kept appearing in front of him. This guy made so many preparations back then just for him to solve the mystery now, right?
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and Gu Yunqian's voice trembled a little more: "Godfather deliberately kept Yunhan by his side, even..."
"He is training a knife." Gu Mingcheng's voice was as cold as iron, "A knife that can cut off the old grudges of the Wei family and be prepared for emergencies."
At this moment, the image of Su Jingyi appeared in front of Gu Mingcheng's eyes. The two of them looked at each other without saying a word. With just a glance, Su Jingyi conveyed the news that he had not had time to tell.
Gu Mingcheng already understood it. Even in the blink of an eye, the person who was originally sitting next to him had already turned into a ray of light!
It should be what you think, right?
At the same time, Yun Han's hand was tightly stuck on the glass under the faucet. The scalding water washed over his fingertips but could not wash away the ghost in his memory.
He was only five or six years old at that time, and was always taken by Su Jingyi to the basement of the villa to "play hide and seek". The woman behind the iron gate always pressed her face against the iron railings, with a look of madness and pleading in her eyes.
"Xiao Han, look at this lock." The woman dug her nails into his wrist with amazing strength. "Just turn it three times and press it twice, and Mommy will take you to eat strawberry cake..."
She always had a strange smell of medicine on her body. Yun Han later found out that it was chlorpromazine, which was used to treat schizophrenia.
Young Yunhan didn't understand what the woman's repeated pronouns meant until later when he realized that she was talking about him and her. They were put under house arrest by Su Jingyi, and she kept telling him that they were trafficked here.
Only I can help her. As long as I unlock the lock, she will take me to find her biological parents!
The water overflowed the tea tray and meandered into a river on the solid wood floor.
Yun Han suddenly turned off the tap, and the glass fragments pierced his palm, and blood dripped into the water, spreading a seductive red. He remembered what Su Jingyi said when he taught him to make tea: "Tea must be brewed bitterly, so that you can remember the sweetness aftertaste."
At that time he thought this was the survival rule of the rich, but now he understands that this is the survival philosophy of the Avengers.
As Yun Han swept the broken glass into the trash can, his fingertips rubbed across the gauze on his palm, and he suddenly remembered the first time Su Jingyi took him to the shooting range.
The man asked his assistant to teach him how to hold the gun. The smell of gunpowder from the muzzle mixed with cedar perfume said in his ear: "Remember, the bullet must go through the center of the forehead, so that the enemy will not be left alive."
At this moment, he unbuttoned his shirt in front of the bathroom mirror. The scar on the left chest of the man in the mirror was as winding as a snake. It was the bullet he blocked for Su Jingyi when he was seventeen years old. It turned out that since then, he had been a chess piece that could be sacrificed at any time.
As the hot water washed over his back, Yun Han closed his eyes and let the water carry away the blood stains on his palms.
The memories of the basement came flooding back like a tide: Su Jingyi squatting in front of the iron gate, handing the candies in with tweezers, and the woman's crazy laughter mixed with the smell of rust, suddenly as clear as yesterday.
"Your surname is Wei, and you are the heir of the Rilong Group. My mission is to help you become the new king who surpasses your grandfather..."
When Yunhan changed his clothes, his cell phone vibrated on the bedside table. The screen lit up with Gu Mingcheng's invitation message, with a screenshot of Han Zhiyuan's toxicology report attached at the end.
He stared at the complicated chemical formulas and remembered Xiao Mo's eagerness when he stole the potion - that was not a dose of revenge at all, but a desperate cry for help.
This foolish man thought that destroying his vocal cords could silence the truth, but he didn't know that the real murderer is always the one who uses a borrowed knife.
"Gu Mingcheng wants me to be the antidote?" Yun Han sneered at the mirror, rubbing the screen of his phone with his fingertips, "But I am obviously the sharpest knife in his hand."
At this moment, the originally silent phone vibrated, and Gu Mingcheng's message appeared in front of Yunhan from top to bottom.
His words were sincere, and he hoped Yunhan could return to China with him.
The man pursed his lips for a moment, then stretched out his fingers and tapped back and forth on the screen, leaving a tactful refusal word by word in the dialog box.
“Sorry, Uncle Gu.” Yun Han whispered to the air and threw his phone into the drawer. “I haven’t learned how to be a hero yet.”
Gu Mingcheng paced back and forth in the hotel room, and the read receipt on the screen looked like a scar.
"Whatever." Gu Mingcheng turned off his phone and looked at the stars outside the window. "At least he is not completely against me." But he still had unfinished business - such as seeing Xiao Mo off.
As the plane flew across the Pacific Ocean, Gu Mingcheng looked out the window at the clouds and suddenly remembered Yun Han's last words: "Uncle Gu, do you know why I always brew Bitan Piaoxue? Because only this kind of tea can cover the bitter taste of cyanide."
Perhaps what Yunhan was thinking about from the very beginning was not revenge or forgiveness, but to leave a light for himself in the darkness that would never go out.
When the morning light climbed up onto the wing, Yun Han on the other side closed his eyes and let himself fall into a dream.
This time, he did not see darkness and iron bars, but a green tea field. A boy in a white shirt was picking tea. The roar of a train came from the distance, and he knew that the destination of the train was a platform called "Future".
Gu Mingcheng's leather shoes made crisp sounds as they stepped on the marble floor of the airport.
He held the phone, listening to Yang Bin reporting on Xiao Mo's latest situation, and looked through the glass curtain wall at the cloudy sky in the distance.
At the same time, Su Xingya stood at the door of the laboratory, holding the printed email content with her fingertips, and the edges of the paper were wrinkled by sweat.
The title of the email was "A gift for Han Zhiyuan", and the body of the email contained only two short lines of text: "The toxin is a scopolamine derivative, and the antidote must contain scopolamine and physostigmine."
The sender's email address suffix was a string of garbled characters, but the moment she clicked on it, the atmosphere in the laboratory suddenly froze.
"Ms. Su, this formula..." William pushed his glasses and looked back and forth between the email and the experimental data, "It's almost the same as the conclusion we just came to."
Lu Jinqi's hand holding the test tube paused in mid-air. The blue liquid in the test tube swayed gently, reflecting the suspicion in his eyes: "Anonymous email? It's too coincidental."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Xingya, like an invisible shackle instantly wrapped around her neck. She opened her mouth, trying to explain why the email came so unexpectedly, but she found her voice was terribly dry: "I, I don't know who sent it..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of Gu Yunqian's footsteps was heard outside the laboratory. He was holding a tablet in his hand, and on the screen was the IP tracking record of the anonymous email address.
"The IP address is in Los Angeles." Gu Yunqian's voice was cold and hard, "But we used three layers of proxy, but..." He looked up at Su Xingya with a complicated look, "The sending time was three o'clock in the morning in California. The person who could accurately know the composition of Han Zhiyuan's toxin at that time..."