"Eight thousand dollars is better than none."
Sheyan opened the conversation with this sentence.
The woman sitting in front of him looked like she was of Russian descent. Her name was Josina, and she was very thin.
The woman had thin lips and pale cheeks. She wore a black bowler hat with a translucent veil that cleverly covered most of her face. If you ignored the dense crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and her pale and loose skin, Sheyan had to admit that if this woman was ten years younger, she would indeed have the capital to exchange her body for a job.
Generally speaking, Sheyan felt that she was like a prostitute, the kind of prostitute who was poor but still wanted to keep up appearances.
However, the woman's reaction was very strange. She did not give any specific answer right away. Instead, she started eating. Judging from her appearance, it seemed like she had not eaten for several meals. It was not until she finished the food for two people that she sighed comfortably.
"Surprised? Yes, I'm in a bad situation right now. I haven't eaten for two meals. The reason is — "
At this point, Josina raised her arm and rolled up her sleeves, revealing the needle marks on them.
"I take drugs. The reason I take drugs is to resist the damn pain of terminal cancer."
Sheyan raised his eyebrows. He did not know what to say for a moment. Josina, on the other hand, showed a nonchalant smile.
"So you can rest assured, because a dying person won't have any hidden tricks up her sleeve."
Sheyan chuckled and replied.
"So what's your price?"
Josina said.
"The doctor said that I still have six months. I hope to be able to eat my fill in these six months, and then have enough money to buy drugs to prevent myself from being tortured by the severe pain. It's definitely more than nine thousand dollars, but it won't be an outrageous number. One hundred thousand dollars, that's my bottom line. If you refuse me, I'll inject all the remaining drugs into my veins in one go. I don't want to be tortured by this damn world anymore."
Sheyan chose a private room. He straightforwardly fished out 50,000 USD from his leather suitcase and tossed it to her. He then indifferently said, "You're right.
"This is the advance payment. When I confirm that what you said is true, I will give you the remaining balance."
Josina glanced at the money on the table with an indifferent look. She did not eagerly reach for it. Instead, she asked Sheyan for a cigarette, took a deep puff, and began her story....
It was a rainy day. It was so cold that it seemed to penetrate into the marrow. Didi, that old pervert, actually f * cked me once in such weather. As soon as we finished, someone knocked on the door of the diagnostic room.
It was a middle-aged man with an aquiline nose, looking very sinister. Once he entered, he asked me to leave and closed the door. This was a common trick used by many salesmen, I have seen it too many times.
Under normal circumstances, Didi would receive a red packet, but the red packet would usually have to go through my hands before it was given to the tigress at home. So on the surface, I went out and closed the door, but in fact, I was closely monitoring the situation in the consultation room next door.
The middle-aged man sat in front of Didi's desk, reached into his briefcase, and took out a stack of money.
A big stack of money!
At that time, I had a feeling that this guy was trying to get a big order, but what he said subverted my understanding.
"Mr. Didi, I hope to get the list of patients in the hospital who need heart surgery. The more serious the condition, the better."
For the sake of the dollar, Didi was very cooperative and provided a list. In the end, the middle-aged man chose the patient, Nicholas.
The only reason this guy was chosen was because Nicholas' condition was too serious, but his desire to live was also very strong. Although he knew that the surgery only had a 30% chance of prolonging his life, he still insisted on doing it.
Because of this, even Nicholas himself believed that dying on the operating table was not strange at all. So that man persuaded Didi to do an experiment on Nicholas, seemingly to test the latest cardiac pacemaker developed by their company. That way, even if something happened to Nicholas, other people would only think that Nicholas deserved to die and would not think too much about it.
Of course, that man paid a lot of money to Didi for this.
Needless to say, a miracle was born. Nicholas recovered and Didi's reputation soared, but the occasional miracle could not cover up his poor medical skills. In the end, he retired early.
Of course, this had a lot to do with the fact that the hook-nosed man never appeared again.
*****
Josina's words came to an abrupt end. She had finally provided a huge piece of the puzzle, and the whole incident became clear.
Sheyan, on the other hand, stared at Josina and said flatly.
"You still haven't said the most important thing."
Josina said calmly,
"I only got half of the money."
Sheyan smiled and threw the rest of the money on the table. Josina stretched out her thin, bamboo-like fingers and deftly counted the money. Finally, she said, "Oh, I don't care what you think.
Finally, she said, "The hook-nosed man called himself Dolittle. His face was pale, and he should have coronary heart disease. He walked with a limp, and his right foot was crippled. It should be polio."
The facial signs of coronary heart disease were very obvious, so it was not surprising that Josina could see it at a glance. As for the second point, any normal person could be sure of it.
Sheyan looked at his palm and asked,
"Nothing else?"
There was a flash of fear in Josina's eyes, but she was about to die, so she did not care about anything. She clenched her teeth and said,
"The man called Dolittle has a terrifying power."
Sheyan was immediately interested.
"Tell me about it."
Josina asked for another cigarette and puffed slowly. After a while, she said slowly, "Don't worry.
After a while, she said slowly, "I saw that Dolittle should be a very rich man, so after he gave the money to Didi, he waited for him at the hospital entrance."
At this point, Josina gave a self-deprecating and bitter smile. Sheyan certainly knew that this ambitious woman must have wanted to half-threaten and half-seduce the rich man. It was not a big deal. Everyone had their own way of living. Was it wrong for Josina to think of ways to climb up the social ladder?
"It was raining that day. When I was going downstairs, I was blocked by someone. As a result, I couldn't catch up with him when I left the hospital. I saw this guy get into a taxi, and coincidentally, there was another taxi passing by. I'm a very stubborn person. I thought that what I wanted to say to Dolittle couldn't be said in public, so I asked the taxi in front to follow him.
"After running for about half of Los Angeles, Dolittle got out of the car on a side street. He was about 50 to 60 meters away from me. I guessed that even if I called out to him, he might not hear me. I watched him turn into a side alley and was surrounded by a group of people. Those people were the FBI. Then.... those FBI agents were all killed in a few seconds!" Dolittle said in a tone of voice. I saw strange lights intertwining, weaving into a terrifying net that swept past, and all of them were directly dismembered as if they had been slashed by a chaotic blade! "
Sheyan stood up abruptly when he heard Josina's words. A Terminator was definitely not capable of cutting a group of elite FBI agents into pieces in a few seconds. The only explanation was that the attacker was a contestant.
And a very powerful contestant at that!
In the end, this matter actually involved contestants, how could Sheyan not be surprised. More importantly, if other contestants were to participate in this mysterious and bizarre mission with bountiful rewards, then it wouldn't be a question of who would eat the meat and who would drink the soup, but a question of losing so much money that even one's pants would be pawned off!
But then Sheyan thought about it again. Josina had encountered this incident several years ago. Obviously, the contestant who accompanied Dolittle at that time was no longer in this world. So, the chance of a head-on conflict was zero. Was the final reward of this mission going to be him picking the peaches?
After thinking about it for a while, Sheyan took out another $50,000 and threw it in front of Josina.
"Location. Where did you meet Dolittle? After you answer this question, the money is yours. "
*****
Third Avenue, Long Beach, Los Angeles.
This was the address Josina provided to Sheyan.
Sheyan was currently in a car on his way to this place. He was staring at the scenery outside the car window. Mogensha drove the car steadily and quickly. He did not feel any bumps at all.
Until now, Nicholas' secret could be said to have been unraveled.
Obviously, since the mysterious Dolittle wanted to experiment on Nicholas, and since Nicholas was a successful test subject, it was impossible for Dolittle not to come into contact with him.
Dolittle had been targeted by the FBI for a long time, so he must have implicated Nicholas.
Although Nicholas was timid, his secret was in his heart. If he did not say anything, he would at most be suspected, but if he did, he would definitely die. So, under the strong desire to survive, Nicholas naturally kept his mouth shut.
The nut engraved with SOS should be what Nicholas had intended to give to Dolittle as a last resort. This showed that Nicholas also knew part of Dolittle's strength.
Nicholas' death also showed that Dolittle probably had an earth-shattering secret, so much so that he would rather kill the wrong person than let anyone who might be tainted by this secret escape his control! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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