Chapter: 5776

Hulei replied sincerely: "Trustworthy or not, I don't know, but I can verify his trustworthiness indirectly."

Shulan asked curiously: "How can we verify it indirectly?"

Hulei looked at her and asked: "Do you think Ah Chen is a bad person?"

Shulan thought for a moment, shook her head, and said: "I don't think he's a bad person, and... I don't think he's just a rich playboy who only knows how to spend money. He seems to have some depth to him, although I'm not sure if it's my mistake or not."

Hulei smiled slightly and said: "Depth or no depth, I wouldn't dare say, but I also feel that he's not a bad person."

As she spoke, Hulei continued: "What I mean by verifying indirectly is to sense whether Ah Chen is a bad person. If our impression of him is that he's a bad person, then we shouldn't trust what he says;"

"But since we all think he's not a bad person, we should consider a common-sense question: if someone isn't a bad person, would they joke around with someone else's life and death issues?"

Hulei asked herself the question: "I think this question is likely to be negative. A good person wouldn't say too much about their greatness, but they absolutely won't joke around with someone else's life and death issues."

"So, based on this point, I think Ah Chen would only make such a statement if he was confident enough."

Hulei listened to him finish speaking, and couldn't help but brighten up, murmuring: "Your words make sense! You've made me think Ah Chen wouldn't joke around with someone else's life or death issues either."

After saying that, she couldn't help but get excited and sweaty palms, opening her mouth to say: "Then... then do we really have a chance to participate in the on-site trial of Jiu Xuan's medicine?! If so, wouldn't we be able to survive?!"

Hulei nodded seriously, saying: "I think this time we have a very big chance!"

As she spoke, Hulei took out her phone and searched for flight information, blurting out: "There's a 2 o'clock flight from Dali to Jinling. I'll book it now, let's make the most of our time and go back to say hello, then head to the airport!"

...After that, Ah Chen and Lin Wan'er left the mountain, came to Shuanglang, took their car, and drove towards Pu'er.

Pu'er is where Lin Wan'er's parents are buried, as well as her escape route. This time, Ah Chen accompanied her back to Pu'er, not only to revisit old places but also to go to Baona, find the lake in Lin Wan'er's painting.

As for Wu Feiyan's whereabouts, Ah Chen didn't care anymore.

Because he was clear that since Wu Feiyan had already appeared on Turtle Back Mountain, it meant she had thoroughly integrated into society. If she had thoroughly integrated into society, she would undoubtedly be recorded by various monitoring systems. All Ah Chen needed to do was ask Sun Zhong to help retrieve the surveillance footage to figure out Wu Feiyan's itinerary in the country.

Therefore, Ah Chen felt that he didn't need to worry about Wu Feiyan's situation anymore. With her abilities, approaching her would only lead to trouble. It was better to let her go wherever she wanted and then follow up on her route later.

As long as they can pinpoint where she entered the Ten Thousand Mountains, it would basically be possible to determine Meng Changsheng's position from when he was in seclusion, accurate to within a radius of one hundred li, or even smaller.

At the time they were driving to Pur, Hu Lèiqi and Shū Lán sat together on an afternoon flight to Jīnlíng.

Last time they came to Jīnlíng, although they didn't come together, they both had the same expectant mood.

However, both of them missed the spot test selection at Jiāo Xiān Pharmaceutical Co. when leaving Jīnlíng, and their emotions were exceptionally lost.

And they couldn't have imagined that they would return to Jīnlíng again before they died.

Along the way, neither of them had any further opinions on whether this trip could bring them what they hoped for.

The moment the plane landed safely at Jīnlíng Airport, Hu Lèiqi immediately called James Smith. JrNovels.com