The ultimate blue sea

Chapter 92

The person who made contact was Su Qing. Contacting the others had gone pretty smoothly, but when it came to Chang Dou, his reaction was truly major. He hugged the communicator and wept with joy, like a poor motherless child at last finding a home.

Su Qing's repeated attempts to speak were all cut off by the unceasing torrent and sobbing declarations of longing. So he passed the communicator to Hu Bugui. "Here."

Hu Bugui looked perplexed.

"Hurry up and tell him a story to calm him down."

Hu Bugui looked at him in some exasperation. Then he accepted the communicator. Stiffly and sternly, he said, "Chang Dou, shut up."

The unlucky child didn't dare to say another word. He even held back his hiccups.

Hu Bugui brought the communicator to Su Qing's ear. Su Qing was awed by their captain's "domineering air" and didn't dare to go on disrespecting his superior. With no nonsense, he quickly told Chang Dou what he was supposed to do, the next means of communication, and points for attention. Before he could take a breath, Hu Bugui broke off the connection without so much as a by-your-leave, not letting Chang Dou of the overabundant emotions say another word.

It was a very...resolute and effective approach.

Kou Tong laughed and stroked his chin. "That technician of yours—he's such an interesting person."

Hu Bugui nodded. "His work ability is good."

Kou Tong said, "I don't know about his work ability, but his character is very interesting. Ordinarily speaking, a person, especially a man who has reached adulthood, owing to something like self-respect, as well as our country's societal characteristics, will tend to have reserved feelings and not display his own emotions very warmly, and especially not be very willing to cry in front of others. But crying is itself a release of psychological stress. Psychological stress is sometimes like water in a dyke. You either siphon it off or release it. Otherwise, there will always be stress. It won't disappear on its own with time."

Lu Qingbai laughed and rather cuttingly said, "That's right, Chang Dou definitely isn't stressed."

Kou Tong looked at him with a broad smile. "Dr. Lu, you actually aren't stressed, either. Sometimes taking digs at people is also a way of letting off emotion."

Lu Qingbai glared at him, but the smile on Dr. Kou's face truly was too likable. You simply couldn't say a bad word about him. So Dr. Lu silently turned his face away and earnestly went to dance cheek-to-cheek with the female corpse.

But Hu Bugui frowned. He thought that there was some subtext in Kou Tong's words. He couldn't resist asking, "What do you mean, Dr. Kou?"

What did he mean by stressing that Chang Dou frequently used this kind of rather "shameful" means to relieve his stress? Did it mean that Chang Dou was normally under some kind of unspeakable stress?

"No, no, no." Kou Tong quickly waved a hand. "I didn't say anything, really. That's not what I meant. I was purely moved. I meant to say, Captain Hu, that you can also occasionally relax a little. You don't have to keep yourself so strained and maintain such a high level of vigilance all the time."

Hu Bugui looked at this itinerant doctor who was all skin and bones and from the bottom of his heart felt that he was unreliable.

That evening's meeting turned into a general session. All the communicators were turned on. The meeting wasn't held at the orphanage. Instead, they drove a vehicle to a suburb on the outskirts of a neighboring city.

Director Sun and Cheng Weizhi weren't present. There was no noise at the scene of the meeting. Kou Tong also wasn't planning to make an appearance. He withdrew into a corner that the communicator couldn't catch and hid himself in the shadows, holding a notebook and beginning to take notes—even though as high-tech a thing as the mirror image projector had been developed by him, Dr. Kou himself was unusually old-fashioned. He didn't like to use electronic equipment.