Chapter 13 Chapter 12 Another Way

I stood in a corner of the ticket hall of Yueqing Railway Station and called Wang Meifen. I was standing in a position where I could see the entire open entrance.The field of vision is not bad, but when I was on the phone, I was not distracted by it. If it wasn't for that little change, I wouldn't wake up at all. At the entrance of the ticket hall, there were two men hovering all the time.Judging by the way their eyes wandered, you could tell it was a scalper.Passengers who enter the hall to buy tickets, as long as they show a little hesitation, they will go up and ask where they want to go.

According to my observations, there were four people with the thumb, all of whom were dressed in casual clothes. One of them was quite old, in his forties or fifties, probably the head.I didn't see how the scalpers approached them. The reason is easy to understand. They must have been misunderstood by the scalpers when they were looking for me.So the scalper went up and asked if he wanted a ticket. Of course, the thumbs didn’t want a ticket. The young man next to him pushed away at once. It was at this time that I noticed this scene.At the same time the middle-aged man also saw me.He pointed at me to greet his companions, and I immediately understood their identities. At this time, the stranger who would appear here looking for me, who else could be there except to kill my thumb.

So I immediately ended the call with Wang Meifen. For some reason, the two menacing scalpers suddenly froze and stepped back a few steps. Originally, I had hoped that they would have a bigger conflict so that I could escape, but now I had to think of another way. This is a train station with a huge flow of people. In a public place, Thumb wouldn't have the guts to do it here, would he? The eyes of the middle-aged man and I intersected only for a moment, and neither of us could be sure that the other knew that we had been discovered. I picked up the phone and walked over to them. The middle-aged man was staring at me, and the three young men had already taken their positions and blocked my way.But I didn't look at him, but at the two scalpers who were about to leave.

"Hey, do you have a ticket to Shanghai?" I asked them aloud after a few steps. "Yes, yes. Do you want a first-class seat? I'll drive in a while." The scalper regained his energy, but the others were stunned.The person who was about to greet me with a straight face stopped, thinking he had misunderstood. "Show me the ticket, it's not fake." I leaned over to the scalper and said. "How can it be fake? Don't stay here, let's go out and talk about it." The scalper glanced at those people and said in a low voice. Just as I wanted, I followed the scalper out, and when I passed a "thumb", I caught a glimpse of him frowning from the corner of my eye.

"Hey." He greeted me and blocked me with his foot. What does he want to do in such a public place, can he escape if something happens?I guessed their next move in my heart, and looked at him blankly. "You are……" I guess he wanted to ask "are you that much", but I didn't give him the chance.After making a decision in my heart, I stretched out my legs and kicked on his ankles. The ankle is the most vulnerable place. I used six to seven parts of my strength. The reason why I didn't use all my strength was that I was afraid that the movement would be slow and delay my escape, but it was enough to make him squat down with a cry of pain.I quickly escaped from the gap, the two scalpers were stunned, but the remaining "thumbs" reacted quickly, no one cared about the injured, they all ran after me.

I rushed to the ticket hall, out of the train station, and onto the square.I didn't have time to look back, only seeing the eyes of the people around me, I knew the tail was following closely.I was amazed at their courage in my heart. I don't care about them like this. I feel that if something happens, I can let the tray wipe my ass. The train station is always the most chaotic place, so it is also the place where the police take care of the most.I ran to the square, and at a glance I saw a police car parked on the side of the road ahead.Although I couldn't see if there was anyone in the car, I ran there anyway, hoping to scare off the guy who was chasing me.

He ran to the police car, and there was a policeman sitting in the driver's seat, sleeping with his head on his back.I turned my head and saw the three people rushing forward without slowing down at all, and quickly knocked on the car window. The policeman opened his eyes, frowned, and lowered the window.In this short three seconds, I wanted to continue to escape twice. Facing the huge pressure from the Feeder Association, the police also seemed a little unreliable.During this hesitation, the window was lowered to the bottom, and the sound of running footsteps behind was already clearly audible.

"Help, the people behind are trying to kill me." I yelled at him. The policeman seemed not fully awake yet, and looked at me blankly, thinking he had heard wrong. "Someone is going to kill me!" My voice was so loud that the people around me heard it, and they stepped aside one after another, leaving a path for the three chasing people. "What's the matter?" said the policeman in useless nonsense. What kind of policeman does this kind of reaction look like!I murmured fiercely in my heart, the one who was chasing the most anxiously had already stretched out his hand to grab my shoulder, I lowered my legs and swept him to the ground.

What kind of killer, just ordinary. Just thinking about it, the one behind me jumped and pushed me to the ground, with his elbows on my neck and his knees against my chest. "Stop, what are you doing!" The policeman got out of the car. "Police!" The one holding me down yelled, and then the one I swept over also screamed and got up. This reaction is too slow, isn't it so big that a police car stops in front of you and you see it?Taking advantage of his distraction, I punched him on the chin and finally freed my neck. "Police!" Another shouted and rushed forward.

Something's not right, wait, that means... The man clutching his chin took out his police officer's ID card from his pocket, and shook it at the police officer who got out of the police car. I knew that I must have misunderstood, so I gave up resisting, and was immediately pushed face down on the ground. "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." I said with a crooked face. These policemen should come to me for Zheng Jianfeng's affairs. Did Officer Guo tell them the source of the news?But why didn't they put on the police uniform properly, and I misunderstood them as thumbs.

I was quickly handcuffed, and then the middle-aged man who was behind ran up and said out of breath, "Let me just say that he has violent tendencies." "Wanted criminal?" asked the uniformed policeman curiously. "Have you ever seen the wanted criminal knocking on the glass of a police car?" I said angrily. "That's not certain. Last month, a wanted criminal ran into the police station to reapply for an ID card and was caught." He said. "I'm a reporter from the Shanghai Morning Star News." The policeman was still smiling, but when he heard what I said, he frowned and stopped talking to me. He had too many reasons for not wanting to intervene in the arrest of reporters in plain clothes, and no one wanted to cause trouble for himself. While I was talking to him, the plainclothes used a walkie-talkie to call an Iveco police car, the kind specially designed to detain prisoners. I was pushed in, and two plainclothes sat opposite me. "Hold on." The younger one warned me, and the car drove away. I felt something was wrong, because the police car came so fast, it seemed to be waiting not far away.But if I didn't assault the police, are these police officers planning to use this car to drive me?It shouldn't be this way to deal with a source who has friendship with the Shanghai police. Or did it happen that there was this prison wagon nearby?Not likely. I held back for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Remove the handcuffs for me, it was a misunderstanding just now." Nobody paid any attention to me, except for the middle-aged policeman, the other two didn't even look at me. "I'm here to apologize to you, I'm sorry." Still no response. "Where are we going, the police station, do you want to record a statement, assault the police? Do you want me to make a call?" This time there was a reaction, a person came over and said to me viciously: "Don't make yourself uncomfortable, do you understand me, shut up!" "I really don't need to do this." I just raised my handcuffed hands, and when I saw the man pull out the baton, I quickly put them down.A hero does not suffer from immediate losses. He sat upright again, rolled his eyes and stared at me, extremely unfriendly, without any intention of talking to me. Instead, the middle-aged policeman next to me looked at me with a smile.I smiled at him, thinking about how to find a breakthrough from him, but he spoke. "Do you still know me?" I looked at him carefully and shook my head hesitantly.I'm really not impressed. "We're old friends." "What's your name?" "Feng Zheng. Remember?" "I seem to have heard it somewhere." Feng Zheng shook his head, with a strange expression on his face. "Doctor Feng, does this title remind you?" "Doctor Feng?" I was a little confused: "Are you a forensic doctor?" He shook his head again, this time I understood his expression, it was regret and regret. "We met a total of six times." "That's impossible." I yelled. How could I not recognize someone I've seen six times.I haven't reached the age of dementia yet. "Have you not taken any medicine recently?" Feng Zheng asked me. "What medicine?" I was puzzled. He sighed and stopped talking. The worries in my heart are getting heavier and heavier, and things seem to be slipping to places I couldn't expect. The police car drove to the destination, and when I drove through the gate, I caught a glimpse. This was not a police station at all, but a mental hospital.Because of the stimulation of the word mental illness, I suddenly remembered the identity of Feng Zheng, he is a very famous psychologist!But what I heard is what I heard, I really did not meet him before. I was pushed out of the car, sat in the plainclothes of the co-driver and said, Mr. Feng, you go to the doctor's office with me and explain his condition to the doctor here. I was being pushed and shoved to walk in, and when I heard these words, I was shocked. This is arresting me as a psychopath! Got it all. The so-called silencing, turns out there is another way, although it saves my life temporarily, the effect of silencing is more effective than physical destruction. I don't know if this Feng Zheng is a thumb man, but he must be a member of the Feeder Association.The premier psychologist in the country, which meets the criteria for membership of the Feeder Association. Isn't it very authoritative for a top psychologist to determine that a person is mentally ill? In my past interview experience, I have come across many cases where, for various reasons, they were mistaken for mental illness and forcibly locked up in mental hospitals.No matter how normal a person is, once he enters a mental hospital, he cannot be released in a short period of time. It usually takes a few years, or even ten years.Because all your struggles and defenses will be regarded as a mental attack, no one will listen to you, and if the nurse thinks you are frantic, it will be a sedative.The more aggrieved I feel, the more I need to clarify with the doctor, the more it will be regarded as a mental illness, and the condition is serious.When will I accept my fate, stop arguing, and cooperate with the treatment, and when will I be able to leave the hospital. So as long as Feng Zheng decides, I can't take off the hat of mental illness on my head.Thinking back to my conversation with him in the car, I understand that the thumb's work is so meticulous that it won't give me any chance of survival.What does it mean to have met Feng Zheng six times?Obviously Thumb fabricated my mental illness history, and even fabricated that I had six psychotherapy sessions with Feng Zheng!I bet that things like medical records and treatment records have been prepared, and the timing must be perfect. The time slot must be selected when I can't provide an alibi. So why is Thumb crucifying me as a psychopath?Have to admit, this is really a wonderful idea.Generally speaking, silence and killing are the same meaning, so-called killing and silence is also true.But in fact, this method of physical destruction is not very safe in the sense of "killing the mouth".Even if the target is really killed, the secrets that he wants to hide may be exposed due to suicide notes, recordings, etc., not to mention the consequences of not killing the target. But if I become a psychopath, then no matter what I say, it won't work, because that's the nonsense of a psychopath, and it's not credible at all.Especially the secret of the Feeder Association itself is very bizarre. If I spread it around now, it will actually confirm my mental illness. What a great trick. Just the thumb is too small for my aim.It didn't occur to them that my purpose was not to expose the secrets of the Feeder Association, but to destroy the organization completely.The power of words is always much paler than actions, and I didn't intend to talk nonsense.Not physically destroying me, or killing me as a second plan, actually gave me respite. But no matter what, I can't be locked up in this mental hospital. When he wanted to understand this, the gate of the mental hospital was slowly closing behind him.The walls here are as high as four meters, and there are sharp iron spikes on them, just like a prison.It seems that the security here is heavily guarded, and it would not surprise me if it is managed semi-military.As a violent "paranoid patient" who has just attacked the police, one can imagine how I will be "treated". It is also very possible. Then what should I do, I don't have much time left to think about it. Buy some time! I stopped walking with a look of embarrassment on my face. "What for?" said the policeman. Then he heard a fart. There is nothing embarrassing about this kind of time, any means have to be used.I hadn't pooped in over twenty-four hours, and it was easy to brew a fart, and it was loud and smelly, and soon he smelled it, and his face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum. "No, I can't hold it anymore." I said, and managed to fart again. Half a minute later, I squatted in the toilet crackling to defecate, the stench was foul.On the lower edge of the door, the toes of the policeman's leather shoes can be seen.He was guarding outside, and he didn't uncuff me, thinking he didn't have to worry about me making tricks. Thank goodness they didn't seize my phone.I switched to mute, sent a text message to Officer Guo, and then deleted the record. I don't know how much this text message can do, but I can't quench my thirst far away, so I still have to rely on myself first. Put away the phone, wiped my butt with a weird gesture, I prayed in my heart for my next adventure, and touched the carotid arteries on both sides with my hands. I put my hands in the same posture, put my middle finger and index finger together, stick to the artery, and slowly move to the enlarged area, which is the carotid sinus.This is a deadly zone, but in such a short time, I can't think of any other way.I took a deep breath and pressed down. One second, two seconds, three seconds—it's time for death. Four seconds, five seconds, six seconds, seven seconds.I felt my heartbeat slow down and let go of my hand. I thought I should call for help. I shouted under my breath, for fear that I would be too out of breath, but found that I didn't make a sound at all after exerting five minutes of strength.Realizing that I hadn't pulled up my trousers, I raised my hand and yanked them while yelling for help. When the voice finally came out of my throat, my heart was suddenly empty, as if it had stopped in mid-air, or as if a piece had been dug out. Has your heart stopped?I think slowly. It's as if the pants haven't been pulled up yet. I banged my head on the door, although I didn't hear the sound, but I think it should be louder than my call for help. My consciousness is interrupted here. A blow to or compression of the carotid sinus can cause the heart to slow down or even stop.The consequences of cardiac arrest are serious.The most serious one is of course death, which often causes irreparable damage to the brain under the premise of being rescued.Because the heart does not supply blood, the brain is hypoxic for a certain period of time, and the brain cells will die in batches, resulting in atrophy of the brain nerves. But when I regained consciousness, I found that my mind was extraordinarily ethereal. It is not entirely accurate to say that consciousness is restored.It was an uncontrolled state, the brain functioned spontaneously, as if it had a life of its own, and I was just a bystander.Some things that were ignored under normal conditions, or things that I didn't have time to think clearly, were laid out in front of my eyes at this moment. A word can have several meanings, and a request can be achieved in many ways.Such as silence. So, what about abandoning Island D? Apart from cession, is there any other way to achieve it? Does it have to be war or international disputes? Indistinctly, the original dead corner of thinking is emerging.Another way to abandon Island D, the atomic bomb, and CNOOC, these key points are beginning to connect. It's still the same. I watched my brain line up these clues back and forth at a leisurely pace, unable to participate, as if my soul was out of my body.Now, it's starting to figure out the atomic bomb.Still using the model just now, if this big bomb is not dropped on the Japanese mainland, are there other possibilities?The ship has already gone to sea, and it will never turn around and drop the atomic bomb on China. Then, apart from Japan, another possibility is to throw it in the sea.What would happen if it exploded in the sea?Tsunami!What will the tsunami bring? Japan has just experienced a major tsunami on March 11 this year.I was also invited to Japan for an interview for a special reason.In this interview, what impressed me the most?Undoubtedly those sunken places!Because of the earthquake, 443 square kilometers of land in Japan sank into the sea forever. sunk? A flash!I found it, another way! My soul returned, and I opened my eyes suddenly. I was lying on the hospital bed, this is a separate ward, only me, no caretaker. The head hurts, worse than when I woke up from the previous coma.I just recovered from the concussion, and once again my brain was starved of oxygen. This time I really went all out, and now I feel pretty normal, there is no memory gap, I can do the four arithmetic operations of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, and my logical reasoning ability is not hindered, but I don’t know if it will happen Dementia a few years earlier. The left hand was hung with water, and the right hand... was handcuffed to the hospital bed. But I need to leave now.If I'm right, then the original inference about the reaction chain is wrong.To get back on the right track, I need help and more freedom. There are a total of four beds in the room, and the other three are empty, making this my private ward.The common arrangement of inpatient wards in hospitals indicates that this is probably not a mental hospital. I turned my head and looked at the blue letters printed on the pillowcase, and sure enough, it was "The Second People's Hospital of Yueqing City".If I were still in the mental hospital, it would be much more difficult for me to escape. At least as long as I got out of this ward, walked in the aisle, and was seen by doctors and nurses, I would not come up to interrogate me. I don’t know if the doctors here know about my “mental illness”, but in any case, with my current symptoms, I don’t have to worry about being injected with psychotropic drugs that have serious side effects on the brain and nervous system—if the doctor still has basic medical ethics if. My adventure seems to be half-successful, next—how do I uncuff it? My brain hurts one after another, and suddenly I heard the sound of the door opening, I quickly closed my eyes, as if I was still awake. The footsteps are very light, it should be a nurse.I was a little worried that she would see from the vitals monitor that I was awake, trying to get my breath back. The footsteps stopped beside me, and then a body odor with smoke entered my nose.That kind of feeling, like this person leaned over and looked at me with his face close to me.A nurse who likes to smoke?No, it should be a man.It's the police guarding me to see if I'm awake!I tried my best not to roll my eyes. After a while, the smell disappeared, and he straightened up. I prayed that he would get out quickly and give me more alone time to study the way out. There was a slight sound of metal clashing, and the handcuff on his right hand was moving. The footsteps sounded again, and I finally couldn't help opening my eyes. The handcuffs were released. I coughed lightly, the man stopped and turned to look at me. A casually dressed man in his twenties, I don't recognize him. "There's no one at the door now," he said. "Are you Guo Dong's friend?" He shrugged and said, "I haven't been here. You'd better leave quickly and go back where you came from." Then he counted a thousand dollars and put them on the bed. "I will ask Guo Dong to come back." He said and walked out. My text message to Officer Guo finally helped.In that text message, I described my situation, including being forcibly taken to a mental hospital, handcuffed, etc. I also stated my plan and asked for his help.When I sent this text message, I didn't know how he would help me, or even if he would help me.Now it seems that he is still a reliable friend. Just now, this person is probably a friend of Police Officer Guo in the police system here. He was entrusted by him to come and see my situation.Opening the handcuffs is a piece of cake for him, because the keys of the same model of handcuffs are common. His last sentence made me understand that this kind of help is only in private and cannot be shown on the stage.He would neither admit it nor expect to go any further.That's it. If I still don't know what to do and hang around in Yueqing, I will probably be arrested again as a mental illness.My status as a mental patient has been finalized, and neither he nor Guo Dong can help me out.But if I go back to my base camp in Shanghai and have my own network of connections to protect me, I won't be forced to be sent to a mental hospital so easily. If you don't wash off your mental illness identity, there will always be hidden dangers.But the Feeders Association must have made this matter a mountain of iron and steel evidence. If there are witnesses and witnesses, there must be physical evidence. As long as the association exists for a day, I will be a "mental patient" for a day! I have been completely tied to the warship. Escaping from this hospital is not troublesome, in fact, it is not considered an escape, I just walked out in a big way. The small bag is gone, the mobile phone is gone, and the consumption of my mobile phone has been really high recently.The wish fulfiller was not found, so they probably thought it was a game console.The wallet was in the small bag, and it was gone. There were only a few dozen yuan left in the trouser pocket. If it wasn't for the one thousand yuan given by the man, it would be really troublesome. I bought the cheapest mobile phone and couldn’t wait to replace my SIM card, so I bought a 100 yuan card and sent a message through the wish fulfiller. It's urgent, call me as soon as you see the letter.My number is***********. Wang Meifen called me back half an hour later, and I waited for half an hour like half a year. "What is the urgent matter?" "My original judgment was wrong. Zheng Jianfeng would not simply bring the atomic bomb to Japan to throw it. This line will inevitably have a chemical reaction with the line of CNOOC. The Chinese government is not only forced to cede Island D. In this way, our previous thinking has a misunderstanding!" "If you are not forced to cede it, what else can you do? It is impossible to give up voluntarily." "One thing can be solved in many ways. For example, if there is no Island D!" "There is no Island D?" "That's right, if Island D is gone, then there will be no disputes. It is also true to say that Island D is abandoned." "But why is there no Island D? Using an atomic bomb? Impossible, it's not that powerful." "Of course, the atomic bomb can't have a direct effect. The sinking of Island D can only be achieved by changes in the earth's crust. As a lever and a fuse, the atomic bomb is enough, as long as it is dropped in the right place." "CNOOC?" "That's right. Vice President Chen, the iron lady of CNOOC, who took over because of the follow-up reaction to the Weibo incident, made the biggest move after taking office to drill new oil exploration wells near Island D. The so-called oil exploration wells are to be drilled into the seabed. Beds are places where the crust is relatively thin. I don’t know much about geology, and I don’t know if there is any connection between places that are prone to oil production and unstable plates in the crust.” Having said that, I obviously heard a breath of cold air on the other end of the phone. "You mean, the newly drilled oil exploration well may happen to be drilled at an unstable place in the earth's crust. If the atomic bomb explodes at this point, it will cause changes in the earth's crust, such as a major earthquake, and cause the entire Diaoyu Islands to sink?" "Yes, if the Diaoyu Islands just sink into the sea, then there will no longer be Island D, and it doesn't matter whether you give up or not, or it's right to regard it as giving up. This is the only intersection of the two reaction chains I can think of. point, and compared to the possible consequences of the atomic bomb explosion in Japan, the sinking of island D is a more direct way to achieve the order. In order to confirm this guess, you need to find out the location of the new oil exploration well in the shortest possible time, and the following geology. I guess it would be an easy thing to do with pallets." "But I'm not particularly comfortable with that back door right now. My danger is..." I couldn't hold back anymore, and said, "Now is the most critical moment. Is there any mistake? The atomic bomb is about to explode. Island D may sink at any time. Who can say clearly how big the chain reaction will be, at least it is a tsunami, how many people will die in Japan, Taiwan, and our eastern coast? Have you ever thought about it? You only know how to keep yourself safe and safe, so what kind of feeder association do you hate? What the hell do you mean, what the hell are you thinking, do you remember who is talking to you right now? I am the helper you asked to destroy the Feeder Association and save D Island, do you know what the word helper means? Do you know how many times this helper has nearly died in the past few days? Are you here to talk to me about your safety?" I vented my dissatisfaction like a machine gun. Wang Meifen was silent for a long time, sighed, and said: "I understand, I will do it right away. I'm sorry." Just ten minutes later, she made a second call. "You're right." She said: "Vice President Chen of CNOOC appointed her good friend Wang Quanyou as the technical chief engineer of the new oil exploration well project after taking office. It was determined by him. And he has mentioned this location many times before in professional papers. This location that he thinks is most likely to produce oil is located in the circum-Pacific volcanic seismic belt, the point where the crustal plate is squeezed. According to According to the calculation of the tray, if the superficial crust at this point is catalyzed by a sufficiently powerful explosion, the original fragile balance will be broken, thereby triggering drastic changes in the crust.” This is what I expected, but it is definitely not the news I want to hear. "In addition, I checked the list of personnel on board. Among them is a man named Huang He. He has a colleague named Cui Jin who used to be a seaman, and now works for CNOOC. Uh, Cui Jin actually works on the drilling platform. " "CNOOC has many drilling rigs, but this Cui Jin will not just happen to be on the drilling rig that Wang Quanyou surveyed and designated, and has not produced oil until now?" "That's the platform." "Is there oil there?" "There are enough repairs. Although according to the regulations, it is not allowed to repair the passing fishing boats at will, but since Cui Jin is on it, it is uncertain." "You can't say for sure, it's a certainty. Zheng Jianfeng's ship will rely on this drilling platform to obtain oil and other repairs. And the atomic bomb may be because the repaired oil still cannot reach Japan, or it may not be able to break through The defense line of the Japanese Coast Guard, or..." When Zheng Jianfeng left the basement with the homemade atomic bomb, he believed that its destination was not the drilling platform on the earthquake zone.There is a thought transformation process of destination change.In fact, I didn't think about this joint. I just felt that since it is in the chain of chains of pallets, this is a link that will inevitably happen. It's just my problem that I can't think of it.When the result is already certain, it doesn't matter if you skip the intermediate links that you can't figure out. Unexpectedly, Wang Meifen took my words and said, "It's because of Liu Chaohua's relationship." "Liu Chaohua?" "That's right, doesn't Liu Chaohua like to read science fiction novels? In the information given to you, it should have written which author's novel he likes to read most. Among his most famous works, isn't one of his most famous works telling a similar story? " I remembered the author's name, but I hadn't read his work. "what story?" "The story of detonating oil and gas fields in the East China Sea and sinking the Japanese archipelago." "Wow." "If Liu Chaohua told Zheng Jianfeng this story on the road, Zheng Jianfeng would definitely think about it when he got to the drilling platform. Of course, he still needs a chance to throw a bomb into the exploration well." "He will definitely get this opportunity, including how to ensure that the bomb can still explode after falling into the bottom of the well. The timing device is estimated to be useless, and only the simplest impact is triggered. In short, these are not problems. Under the calculation of the pallet, these They will be easily overturned by the last domino, and a road leading to the terrible end will be built. External forces must intervene to cut it off! At this point, neither I nor you can hold back any more, and we must do everything possible to stop it. This disaster!" "it is good!" But many things in this world cannot be solved by saying "good" firmly. The following situation and my mood can be described as "down, down again, down even more, down to the end". For Wang Meifen, in the final analysis, she is just a scholar who lacks mobility. The back door left in the tray allows her to learn some information through the tray, but cannot mobilize resources through the tray.Her adventurous efforts only got the exact time when Zheng Jianfeng and his party sailed out to sea, and the time and location when they met two fishing boats along the way. According to these calculations, the fishing boats may have arrived at the drilling platform.The most optimistic estimate will also arrive within an hour. But I called police officer Guo, bluntly stated the current critical situation, and asked them to take decisive measures.I said that there was a credible source of information that Zheng Jianfeng was carrying an atomic bomb and was about to put it into a drilling well and detonate it, thus causing unpredictable geological upheavals.He was a little taken aback because he had never seen me yell like this before.He chose to trust me and tried to get the coast guard to agree to let the nearest fishery boat go and have a look, but it would take at least six hours.I called my old friend Liang Yingwu again and asked him to use his connections to transfer the helicopter there. Liang Yingwu promised to do his best, and replied half an hour later that he could take off in one hour, and the flight would not be less than two hours. Efforts to contact the rig directly failed, with radios out of reach and Inmarsat calls going unanswered.For CNOOC, losing contact for a short period of time is not very uncommon, and it may be possible to get back in touch after eight or ten hours.But now, eight hours later, that rig is no more. My continued stay in Yueqing did not help matters, and considering the attitude of the local police towards me, I bought a ticket back to Shanghai.When the train passed Yuyao, I received a call from Liang Yingwu, saying that the helicopter had returned due to the strong wind at sea.When the car arrived in Shaoxing, police officer Guo told me that because of the wind and waves at sea, the fishery administration ship would arrive at the drilling platform a few hours later than expected. At this time, two hours had passed since Wang Meifen told me that Zheng Jianfeng arrived at the drilling platform at the latest. Everything seemed irreparable. At any time, an atomic bomb will explode on the seabed hundreds of nautical miles away. Or, has exploded.