Han Lu didn't wake up until the night. She slept for 14 hours, and even so, she still felt groggy when she woke up.
It wasn't easy to make up for the sleep she had lost, even if she had to spend more time in bed.
But when Han Lu opened her eyes, Zhang Heng could finally relax. Although he still didn't know why Hypnos let Han Lu go and disappeared when he clearly had the situation under control, for now, Han Lu was indeed out of danger.
"For safety's sake, you'd better call me or send me a text message every morning. It won't take too long. A month should be enough to prove that Hypnos won't be watching you anymore."
"No problem," Han Lu said. After a pause, she said, "You saved me."
"Uhh, I'm not sure about that yet." Although Zhang Heng had also guessed that Hypnos's sudden retreat might have something to do with him, he had no intention of taking credit for it without sufficient evidence.
"You saved me," Han Lu said without hesitation. Han Lu did not hesitate at all. "If you hadn't seen my message, I would have died in my sleep."
"It's a prop provided by Shen Xixi's team. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to enter your dream."
"I will find a way to repay them, but the reason why they are here is also because of you. So, let's go back to the previous question. You saved me. Including the incident at the hospital, this is the second time. What do you want?" Han Lu asked straightforwardly.
"… for now, I don't need anything, but I will come to you when I need it," Zhang Heng said as he stood up and put on his coat. Zhang Heng stood up and put on his coat. "I've skipped class for another day, and I'm going back to school. I made some food and put it on the table while I was waiting for you. Now, you can take a shower and have a good meal."
…
Nothing else happened in the next two weeks, and Zhang Heng successfully got his driver's license. However, getting a license plate was still a long way off. If he wanted to get a license plate, he would have to apply for a lottery and wait for the bimonthly lucky draw. The probability of winning was comparable to the lottery. Even with the bonus from the Lucky Rabbit's Foot, it was unlikely that he would get it on his first try.
However, Zhang Heng was not in a hurry. After all, the car was registered under Han Lu's company.
In fact, on the night that Zhang Heng got his driver's license, the four of them had a meal outside. They even deliberately picked a place that was further away and took a bus together.
At first, Chen Huadong was a little worried about Zhang Heng's skills as a rookie driver. Along the way, he kept yelling about the dangers of cars and fastening his seatbelt. But when they reached the congested section of the road, he saw Zhang Heng skillfully weaving in and out of the traffic. Finally, he shut up. After getting out of the car, he looked for Zhang Heng to ask who the coach was and if he could recommend him.
Without hesitation, Zhang Heng sent the instructor's WeChat contact to Chen Huadong. The latter was already fantasizing about turning into the Akina Mountain Racing God after twenty days of intensive training.
However, there was always a wide gap between ideals and reality.
Other than the test standards and the new traffic laws, Zhang Heng had learned nothing else in driving school. His driving skills were honed by the owner of a seafood shop in the Tokyo Drift quest.
Since he still had to drive, Zhang Heng was the only one among the four who did not drink. After dinner, he drove the slightly drunk Ma Wei, the seemingly fine Chen Huadong, and the completely unconscious Wei Jiangyang back to the dormitory.
After finding a way to carry Wei Jiangyang to bed, Zhang Heng saw that there was still some time before the power went out. He turned on his computer. Some time ago, he searched for the expedition team that went to Greenland 17 years ago. He found two of their Facebook accounts and one of their Twitter accounts.
Since there was no useful information on Twitter at that time, and Facebook was a non-public private status, Zhang Heng's investigation had to stop there. However, after returning from the Whistleblower quest, he had mastered Level 2 hacking skills. He now had more than one way to get the login passwords of the two Facebook accounts without anyone noticing. Finally, he could enter and find out what was going on.
The first thing Zhang Heng logged on to was Nicholson's Facebook. He was a former member of the Navy SEALs, and he was 50 years old this year. In the photo, he looked like a tough guy, with well-developed chest muscles and thick arms. He was wearing only a pair of beach shorts, squatting on the beach, grilling oysters. A young girl was standing behind him, hugging his neck intimately.
Zhang Heng then saw the young girl in the photo album. She was standing next to another older woman. If he was not mistaken, they should be Nicholson's daughter and wife.
After the expedition, Nicholson returned to Colorado, where he co-founded a small construction company. However, about four years ago, it closed down due to poor business conditions. After that, he became a truck driver.
He didn't use Facebook very often. Most of the photos were of him with his family. Although he was 50 years old, he often received greetings from beautiful women because of his tough appearance. However, Nicholson ignored them all.
Other than that, Zhang Heng also noticed that Nicholson rarely updated his Facebook in March, May, and August every year. He did not know if it was a coincidence or for some other reason. In addition, Zhang Heng also saw Nicholson reminiscing about his life in the SEALs, and even a little earlier. However, he did not mention anything about the expedition. It was as if he had never been to Greenland 17 years ago.
On the other hand, Marshall's Facebook was much more interesting. Usually, he would post some of his work status and anecdotes about his life. But at night, especially in the wee hours of the morning, Marshall would post some of his sketches or some vague and neurotic sentences. For example:
[He has seen me …]
[I still remember … those crazy vortexes … fragmented …]
[Eyes, his eyes … he is coming back.]
These sentences and drawings were only visible to the psychiatrist. In other words, no one knew what the psychiatrist was going through in the middle of the night.
Unlike Nicholson, Marshall, who was 42 years old this year, had yet to get married. He only had a girlfriend of four or five years, and they broke up a year ago. According to Marshall, it was because she couldn't stand his nocturnal behavior. However, Zhang Heng's intuition told him that there was a deeper reason behind it.
Besides, a week after the breakup, Marshall did not update his Facebook again. Zhang Heng did not know what happened to the psychologist.
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