Chapter 92: The Pearl Is Covered in Dust but Its Brilliance Cannot Be Obscured (44)

The western suburbs are very large and have scenery that is not harmonious with this era.

The steel behemoth makes harsh noises 24 hours a day, gray-brown haze stretches over the clear blue sky, and countless small square houses are stacked neatly on this land.

It is really not an easy task to find a few people here quietly.

Du Xingwei met the so-called responder according to the agreed code. The blue-eyed M countryman took out the photos and compared them for a long time, and asked a few private questions provided by Tasia.

After checking it was correct, he smiled and said, "Welcome, dear friend, Tasia's little sweetheart."

Duchenne is the Mask of Pain.

So disgusting.

This title was shouted out in front of Shen Minghuan, and it could be called a tenth-level social death.

"Isn't it over yet?" Shen Minghuan sat lazily on the wicker chair that the M people specially brought for him. There was a small table next to him. In such a simple environment, there was a fruit platter and a cup of hot tea on it.

Hatani had already been taught by General Rice that Shen Minghuan was picky and difficult to serve, but he had no choice but to obey this person, so he had to smile flatteringly: "Come on, sir, just search me again." Got in."

Shen Minghuan frowned, and the disgust in his eyes seemed to overflow. His tone was very polite: "Sir, are you going to touch me with your dirty hands?"

Du Xingwei couldn't help but laugh.

He could tell that although the people from the M country who surrounded them had bad intentions, they were extremely stubborn towards Shen Minghuan, as if they were afraid of something and had to endure their evil intentions.

It’s not hard to understand, who wouldn’t want to win this person’s favor? Du Xingwei smiled sarcastically. In some respects, Country M is indeed very "talented."

Hatani's smile remained unchanged, but his attitude was very firm, "I'm sorry, sir, can you please bear with me?"

I really don’t understand why General Rice is so careful. They already have everyone in their hands. Can’t they just knock him out and take him away?

There was a hint of impatience in Hatani's eyes. His attitude towards Shen Minghuan was just a perfunctory show, and he was just a yellow-skinned monkey. Even if he had some ability, he should be obedient.

But Shen Minghuan obviously did not have the self-awareness of being an "inferior person". He asked arrogantly: "Is this how you treat your friends, sir? This is not what Admiral Rice promised me."

Hatani clicked his tongue and slowly withdrew his smile, "I'm sorry, sir, since you are unwilling to cooperate, I have no choice but to follow the rules."

Du Xingwei blocked Shen Minghuan behind him, "Are you going to break the agreement? Don't forget that this is China!"

Hatani laughed loudly, "Du, no wonder Tasia praised you for being cute. You should really see what you look like now, if there is a mirror here."

He shook his head and sighed with pretense of pity, and said sarcastically: "Simply, his face is full of naive stupidity."

Du Xingwei ignored the sarcasm and asked Shen Minghuan nervously in a low voice: "Junior Brother Shen, why hasn't Yiwen shown up yet? How long do we have to wait?"

*

In the small warehouse, Pei Shu coughed a few times. His hands were tied behind his back, and he huddled up in a ball uncomfortably. The six old men around him looked at him worriedly, but they were also tied up and couldn't even give each other a favor. "Pei Shu, are you okay?"

Pei Shu calmed down quietly. His lips were chapped and his voice was a little hoarse. "Mr. Lin, I'm fine."

He was in a very complicated mood now, with all kinds of emotions mixed together, weighing heavily on his heart.

Pei Shu knew that he had returned to China. This was a very abnormal thing. He had been prepared to be imprisoned by Country M for the rest of his life.

He worries about the cost to his country, and it makes him feel guilty.

But he actually has hidden happiness. At least he is back, and even if he dies, he will die on this beloved land.

"Ten Pei Shus combined can't compare to one Shen Minghuan!"

Pei Shu thought of what Les said when he was extremely angry, half worried and half regretful.

When he left China, he was not familiar with Shen Minghuan and didn't know much about him. He couldn't imagine how outstanding the other party was to make Rice say these words.

It's a pity that I didn't seize the opportunity to become friends with Shen Minghuan at the beginning. Maybe it will be difficult to have the opportunity to meet in the future. I just hope that that person can stay in the country and be protected by the country forever, without having to endure the pain of being far away from his homeland like him.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door suddenly opened.

Hatani, who was guarding them, pushed in a man whose hands were tied and his mouth was gagged. He pushed the man heavily to the ground.

Meeting Pei Shu's gaze, Hatanni smiled evilly: "Stay well and enjoy your last time, you low-class people."

The door was closed again.

The person lying on the ground was obviously of Chinese appearance. He was struggling fiercely. His wrists were red and bleeding, but he seemed to feel no pain.

"Comrade, calm down first, you will hurt yourself." The old people reassured him worriedly, but the man seemed unable to hear them.

He was still struggling, making "wuwu" and roar-like screams from his mouth. His face was stained with tears and dust, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Pei Shu always felt that this person was too familiar, and for a moment he was worried that it was Shen Minghuan. He looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly he felt blessed: "Du Xingwei? You are Du Xingwei!"

The struggling Du Xingwei was shaken all over and stopped weakly.

He turned his head to look at Pei Shu with difficulty, his eyes were red, tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried harder.

It's for Pei Shu...

Du Xingwei remembered Jiang Li telling him that Shen Minghuan and Pei Shu were very good friends, and thought to himself, as expected, that person gave up everything for Pei Shu.

The teacher doted on him, the students were sensible, and the beauty of the world was within reach, but that person just wanted to live like an isolated island and walk alone on a road that was dark.

He also remembered Shen Minghuan smiling and calling him "Senior Brother Du" in a gentle voice, and thought that this person was really cruel.

How could he not blame him for harming Pei Shu, and how could he forgive the mistakes he made? This was this person's means of revenge.

—— He wanted him to watch Shen Minghuan being forcibly taken away, to face his stupidity and incompetence again, to be deeply trapped in the guilt of causing the country to lose important talents again, to be unable to sleep at night and haunted by nightmares...

"Du Xingwei, why are you here?" Pei Shu didn't know the inside story of being targeted by the M country, and just thought that he was not careful enough.

He felt a little uneasy, which made him realize after asking that Du Xingwei was still blocked and couldn't answer him.

Pei Shu frowned in annoyance and forced himself to stay calm, "Don't move. I'll try to help you get the cloth out of your mouth."

The old people were under house arrest earlier than Pei Shu, and they had no impression of Du Xingwei. Two of them had never even heard of this name.

Although they were a little confused, it was obviously not appropriate to ask questions now, so they helped to make Du Xingwei more comfortable, at least not to lie in such a weird and awkward position.

Professor Lin suddenly heard a "beep", slight and rapid.

He looked around and suspected that he had heard it wrong, but for some reason, he was panicking and getting worse.

"Old Zhao, did you just..."

Professor Lin paused, cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes on his back, and he suddenly realized what it was.

Professor Lin's mind was blank, and in a flash, his instinct drove him to shout at the loudest voice: "Get down!"

Will lying down work? Absolutely not.

The bomb was too close to them, and standing, lying, crouching or kneeling was useless for survival. It was just the conditioned reflex formed during the war that made Professor Lin shout those three words.

In fact, as early as the first syllable came out, Professor Lin had anticipated the outcome.

They were bound to die, without exception.

However, the next second, a faint white light spread from Du Xingwei's body, covering all the people present. Like an upside-down bowl, it firmly protected them in the middle.

*

It was 11:30, and there was still half an hour before the usual lunch time.

The guard hesitated for a moment, but still knocked on the door.

No one answered.

The young soldier had many horrifying thoughts in his mind at that moment, and he quickly pushed open the door, "First... um?"

There were four balls in the original place, and the people he was worried about were staying inside unharmed, with eight pairs of eyes staring at him.

The young soldier knew that this was what Luwu looked like when it was activated, but it looked calm now, so where was the danger? Why did the gentlemen activate Luwu?

However, he quickly realized the abnormality now. Luwu would not restrict their actions, but at this moment, the gentlemen were "dancing" in the ball, but they just couldn't move half a step.

There is a problem, but it's not big.

The little soldier quickly pressed the switch on the table under the guidance of the gestures of the people inside. As one of the owners of Luwu, it is not difficult for the little soldier to guess that this matter is related to the developer Shen Minghuan.

Thinking of the demeanor of that person when he left and the instructions not to let them go in to disturb, the little soldier's heart sank.

Jiang Yiwen was about to rush out at the first time, Jiang Li raised his eyes: "What are you going to do?"

"Go find Minghuan." Jiang Yiwen said and reached the door.

"You can't find him." Jiang Li said calmly, "Since he dared to give himself only four hours, he has the confidence that we can't stop it after four hours."

The explosion was loud, loud enough to be heard in this office hall, and the loud noise fell in their ears, as if to show that everything has been settled.

Perhaps the most pessimistic thoughts spread in their minds, or perhaps they had no strength to think, so they didn't rush to ask the little soldier about the situation.

There was silence in the hall. Gu Wenjing flipped through the booklet left by Shen Minghuan on the table like a zombie.

He seemed to be illiterate all of a sudden. The numbers and formulas that he once loved so much could not arouse his vitality.

He quickly turned to the end of the thin paper, and Gu Wenjing's breathing suddenly stagnated.

"You," he said in a dry tone, "come and see."

No one can understand what the word "home" means to Chinese people. It can often stir up boundless emotions in an instant.

And now, a short line of handwriting fell on the white paper:

"One year later, under the sycamore tree, take me home. - Shen Minghuan."