Chapter 7 2/2

“Even if it’s an illness, two hundred thousand is more than enough! Another hundred thousand is topped up into the game, feeling great! In this era, information asymmetry equals money! Easily earning three hundred thousand! You don’t need to ask me how I did it; I won’t tell!

There is also a hidden sentiment: 【The lower you are, the more you know what two hundred thousand can buy.】

Cen Lang, whose value has rapidly depreciated all the way: “…”

Bodyguard: “… two hundred thousand is not enough; this outsourced ID is named Lan Hua; the temperament matches.”

Cen Lang remained silent, letting Zhou Qing continue to track. He said to the bodyguard, “Bring the surveillance footage.”

There is no surveillance underground, but there is an entrance guarded by the bodyguard.

The surveillance is not connected to the internet, but as soon as they requested it, the staying bodyguard immediately copied and sent a portion.

Cen Lang looked at Lin Lu, taking the young man in a white coat inside without changing his expression. Although they had similar figures, when they came out, it was clearly Lin Lu. However, because of the significant change in his pheromones, all the bodyguards focused on him.

Blame him for giving the bodyguards too much confidence, making them think that besides Lin Lu, who had a highly matching pheromone, no one dared to enter, and even if they did, it wouldn’t work. When the detector sounded, didn’t it prove that Lin Lu had entered? Much more accurate than the naked eye.

Cen Lang paused, zoomed in, and looked at the face of this caregiver.

His appearance was very ordinary—so ordinary that you would forget him after seeing him. Such people are very suitable to be spies.

The key is that his expression was very calm, without any nervousness about entering the tiger’s den, and even a bit… eager?

The bodyguard finally felt that something was wrong and said weakly, “Sir, no, that person really looks like a doctor.”

Cen Lang casually asked, “How much is it now?”

Zhou Qing: “… Fifty thousand. The third and fourth outsourced accounts were scared at the critical moment and were outsourced again.”

The bodyguard took a cold breath. Fifty thousand.

Cen Lang asked again, “How much did the old man charge Lin’s family for the pheromones?”

Bodyguard: “Ten million per dose.”

Cen Lang nodded. “So, go and tell Lin’s family that I’ve put a ten million bounty on them, asking for the hands of the three members of Lin’s family.”

Bodyguard: “Yes.”

This move is really ruthless. Lin’s family can buy lives, so can someone richer buy their lives?

The bodyguard doesn’t have to take the reward seriously, but who in Lin’s family dares to gamble on the authenticity of these words? If the person who said this can accomplish it, then this statement is true, enough to make Lin’s family uneasy for a lifetime.

Cen Lang looked at the bodyguard, Wang Wang, again. He noticed that in the surveillance, this bodyguard stared at the caregiver the longest. “You just said he looks like a doctor?”

Wang Wang: “Yes, very professional.”

How much does he look like one? He felt that if the lady glanced at him and said, “You have cancer,” he would immediately take his salary to buy a coffin.

Cen Lang: “Can you buy a doctor for fifty thousand?”

The bodyguard was stunned.

Certainly not.

Cen Lang: “What if I say he came prepared, aware that he is not affected by the storm syndrome, and is a spy sent by the Amiss Federation?”

Wang Wang thought about it. With the power of the Cen family, if they didn’t find such a rare pearl, there was only one possibility—that pearl came from the Amiss Federation’s spy organization, belonging to the highest level of confidentiality.

He immediately changed sides: “Very likely! Yes, he looks more like a spy.”

“Okay.” Cen Lang understood. He didn’t care about Wang Wang’s judgment; he just took the white coat and established a hypothesis upon seeing it.

He didn’t remember what happened during the loss of control; he only knew that he felt fine and that the storm syndrome was under control.

The caregiver seemed to have no malice.

Cen Lang took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and looked down at it. The handwriting was erratic because it was written in the dark, asking him not to use the FVD soothing agent again.

He had never used it; the only possibility was that Lin Lu added it to the caregiver’s pheromone.

The caregiver threw away Lin Lu’s pheromone.

Cen Lang quickly speculated in his mind—underground temperature and humidity, the residual amount of broken pheromones, the concentration of green tea flavor in the air, the frequency of the ventilation system… all combined to point to one truth—Lin Lu’s pheromone was shattered this morning.

Perhaps the caregiver accidentally stepped on it when he went out.

Lin Lu’s pheromone was not involved from start to finish.

The coincidence in the restaurant may be due to the effect of the soothing agent, which has a strong side effect.

Zhou Qing regretted, “Sir, the last outsourced account has disappeared, and the bounty has been transferred several times, all to the Amiss Federation’s account. I can’t trace it. I need a lot of time.”

A caregiver is so adept; there is no need to worry about his safety.

“Transferred to the Amiss Federation account?” Wang Wang looked disappointed. It can’t be true; is he really a spy? The beautiful love he anticipated will be gone.

Cen Lang said, “Lin Lu will definitely ask about the caregiver’s experience; did he answer?”

Zhou Qing: “Yes! But I found a pattern! The effectiveness of the transmitted content decreases step by step!”

“From two million to fifty thousand, the danger warning decreases, and the emotional content increases. Such as’my brother is a retired military officer,’ all added later, playing the emotional card when the money is less.”

“But from fifty thousand to two million, the caregiver’s workload is gradually exaggerated. Lin Lu received messages like not closing his eyes for two nights, enduring severe pain, feeding water every half hour, wiping the body every hour, and the patient will even beat the caregiver. The caregiver patiently encourages the patient to endure…”

“But in fact, the caregiver’s side has only eleven words.”

Wang Wang anxiously asked, “Which eleven words? What did the spy do?”

Cen Lang calmly reminded her, “Wang Wang, learn to hide your thoughts on your face.”

Wang Wang: “…”

Hmm.

Zhou Qing recited without emotion, “Wiping the body, feeding nutrients, no communication.”

Cen Lang: “…” Feeding nutrients?

He couldn’t help but laugh.

Five outsourcings, but still no sign of the person.