"Why do we do that?" Wang Hanshuang suddenly woke up. He didn't want to describe his wife as a crazy woman who became mentally ill due to emotional loss.

At least in the eyes of many people in China, going to Africa to do charity is a crazy thing. And those who are as devoted as Sun Yiping are even more crazy...

"No need to think about any reason. She was mentally ill due to an early death of an African baby and was already emotionally unstable before that. She also received psychological counseling, which could come in handy. Even if this practice is too bad, I hate it."

Han Weixing's expression was ugly, his whole face was squeezed into a ball, and then he asked casually, "When is her funeral?"

"As soon as next Wednesday."

"Can't you get a little earlier?"

"cannot."

"Why can't it?"

"We are waiting for the autopsy report and the funeral must be booked in advance."

"Do you want a glass of wine?"

"No, thank you. I want to go back to the office."

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs asked us to pretend to be bitter for a long time, so that Yiping's death became a bargaining chip for negotiations between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the government, but everything needs to be carried by ourselves. Can you pretend to be bitter for a long time?" Han Weixing was a little disgusted with the people above and used the life and death of his subordinates as conditions to use them.

"I probably can't pretend." As one of the parties involved, Wang Hanshuang was also in great pain, but he had no choice. Many things cannot be interfered with by people at his level.

"I can't do it either. If I want me to pretend, I will vomit blood." Han Weixing waved his hand. His words were spoken very quickly, full of subversive and unbelievable tone. Wang Hanshuang initially doubted whether there was something wrong with his ears.

"The abominable Foreign Minister said this is the highest instruction," Han Weixing continued, with a sarcastic tone, "No doubts or betrayal. Can you accept it?"

Wang Hanshuang hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth, "It's probably OK."

"It's so good, I'm not sure if I can accept it. Any radical remarks that Yiping made to the outside world were..." Han Weixing paused for a long time, which was unbearable. He stared at him with his eyes, his eyes eagerly, as if an outsider ordered him to betrayal: "It's not within the scope of our understanding. We completely don't know. Do you understand? Do you want me to write it on the wall in ink?"

"You made it very clear." Wang Hanshuang nodded. These words were nothing more than cold handling, not expressing one's opinion or speaking until the matter was over.

"Did we copy the thing that Yiping never gave you? We have never seen or touched it, nor have we ever defiled our white conscience." Han Weixing put the leaflet handed over by Wang Hanshuang into the paper shredder.

After the crackling sound, it turned into waste paper that could not be detoxified.

"The things she gave us were presented to the top. We have never contacted them."

"So smart. Are you okay? Hanshuang? Can you still keep your work full of energy? It's hard to bear at the moment, and you still let Sun Xuyuan stay in your guest room?" Han Weixing asked with concern. He still appreciates Wang Hanshuang's ability to do things. He doesn't want a capable man to be dragged down because of such a thing.

"Probably, what about you?" Wang Hanshuang asked. For a while. With the encouragement of his colleagues around him, he has been actively observing the increasingly deeper differences between Han Weixing and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He hopes to use it in the most clever way.

"Actually, I'm not sure if I'm in a good mood," Han Weixing replied. The frankness of this statement was beyond the previous words of Wang Hanshuang. "I'm not sure at all. In fact, when I think about it now, I'm not sure whether I can accept the instructions above."

"Actually, I have no choice. I refuse. You know, the government is full of bastards, and orders are more important than our lives. Sometimes, I really want to throw all these damn guys into the sea, but we have to understand that arms can never twist our thighs, not to mention that we are just fingers."

If it were other days, Wang Hanshuang might be happy to see such a clear "crack", and might do his best to sow discord, but the past in the hospital was vivid and he kept chasing him like a hunting dog.

His mind was full of hostility towards the world, because the world deviated from his personal will and locked him up in a prison. After only ten minutes of walking home from the Embassy High Commissioner's residence, he became a target of barking domestic dogs along the way. The begging children followed him and shouted half-baked Chinese: "Five cents! Five cents!"

Fortunately, a kind-hearted person drove by and stopped the car and asked him if he wanted to hitchhike. But by the time Wang Hanshuang walked into his driveway, he had already experienced the humblest hour of his life again.

The ward of Uhulu Hospital has six beds, three walls on each side, no sheets or pillows on it, and cement is laid on the ground.

There was a skylight but it was not opened, and there was no breeze floating across the ward. The stench of excrement and disinfectant was stinking. Wang Hanshuang seemed to smell it and absorb it at the same time.

This hospital was originally funded by a British church, and now it also accepts donations from China, the United States, and other powerful countries to provide basic medical services to local people in need.

During Sun Yiping's lifetime, she regarded this place as the starting point of her struggle, focusing on the issues of health care and daily necessities, and often fought against the deeply rooted local warlord government, leading protests and other things.

But Wang Hanshuang has never participated, but now, he wants to come and have a look.

The door was empty, and Wang Han's corridor was dark and had no windows. There was only a row of electric lights with insufficient voltage, and the light was like an air raid shelter. He walked past the broken cart, full of corpses, and the smell of blood and excrement mixed with the sweet aroma of horse-flavored Africa.

Wang Hanshuang thought to himself whether this harsh environment was part of the reason why he felt that his wife's beauty was very attractive. He had been escaping reality all his life, but for his wife, he was attracted by reality.

Walking into the crowded central hall, Wang Hanshuang saw a Chinese and a local argue fiercely. First, he heard the Chinese voice. He just didn't hear the content clearly, but he could hear the harsh and accusing content inside, and echoed in the steel bar truss, and then naturally the other party replied.

Some people look very special. Once you see it once, they will always be in memory.

For Wang Hanshuang, this is the person in front of him. He has a tiger back and a bear waist, a big belly, a greasy and fleshy face, and his expression is fixed, which is sad and despair.

The hair is golden and close to ginger, loosely spread on the scalded head, and the mouth is pouting like a rose bud. Begging for and denying it.

The strange native African man had pain in his round eyes, and the fear projected from both of them seemed to have the same feeling. His hands were mottled and strong, and his shirt had a circle of sweat stains on his collar. The rest were hidden in the white coat in the hospital.

Wang Hanshuang walked forward secretly. He was almost near their side, but neither of them noticed that they were arguing too fiercely. Without them paying attention, Wang Hanshuang strode past, and the two raised their voices disappeared into the noisy scene.

Xue Qing's car returned to the driveway. When he saw his car, Wang Hanshuang was disgusting. He rushed upstairs and changed into a clean shirt, but his anger did not fade slightly.

It was Saturday now. The house was unusually quiet. He looked out from the bedroom window and found that Xue Qing was indeed chatting with Sun Xuyuan.

"A few minutes ago, I called Xue Qing, the bastard, to keep my distance. Now I'm back. What's the point? My sister was hacked to death for a few days. My brother sat down to play bridge and had a lot of fun. Is it the elder brother of which family?"

Wang Hanshuang is increasingly disgusted with his brother-in-law's character.

Wang Hanshuang walked downstairs and stood in the kitchen, then looked out the window blankly.

At the game table, Sun Xuyuan was losing a small amount of money. He was wearing a stupid straw hat, and this straw hat became very suitable for him like other clothes Sun Xuyuan wore.

Wang Hanshuang filled the kettle with water and placed it on the gas stove. He would serve tea to the people outside who were happily playing poker, so that they could know that the male host was going home. Suddenly, Wang Hanshuang changed his mind, walked into the garden generously, and strode towards the game table.

"Sun Xuyuan, I'm sorry for making a fuss. Can you tell you something? It's good to just say something to you?" Then, in the dazed look at the others, Wang Hanshuang said: "Everyone, I didn't mean to interrupt you, it's enough for a few minutes. Who wins the most money?"

"No one." Han Weixing was a little angry, while Xue Qing showed his haggard smile like a sign.

The two stood in Sun Xuyuan's "cell". If there was no one in the garden, he prefers to talk in the garden.

In this way, the two stood face to face in the monotonous bedroom, with Sun Yiping's suitcase inside, leaning against the back of the railing. However, Wang Hanshuang began to speak: "Sun Xuyuan."

"What's the matter, Hanshuang?"

Within a few minutes, Wang Hanshuang once again deviated from the original plan and directly mentioned: "A local newspaper published Yiping's life story."

"They are so kind." Sun Xuyuan didn't know the specific inside story, and thought the other party was promoting his sister.

"There are a lot of things about Miao Huixiang written in it, not too slandering, and even deliberately slander Yiping's reputation."

"What! This is really the case!" Sun Xuyuan was furious after hearing this.

"right."

After getting Wang Hanshuang's reconfirmation, Sun Xuyuan's voice was tense, and it sounded like the same dangerous tone as others. "Is that right? In recent months, people have occasionally made such inferences. Hanshuang, with the current situation, there will undoubtedly be more people going to gossip in the future."

"What I worry about is that this may not be just gossip. I want to confirm the truth from you." Wang Hanshuang has been in his heart for a long time. He can't believe that his beloved wife will have a crush on her.

"What do you want to ask me?" Sun Xuyuan asked, "I don't really understand."

"I need to know the truth, that's it."

"What do you know? Can I control or can't control my sister? She is your wife. Is it my responsibility to be with other men?" Sun Xuyuan was also very angry in the face of Wang Hanshuang's questioning.

Wang Hanshuang begged while saying soft words, "That's right, I mean, from my perspective, it's fine to see this all at once, is it okay? Media all over the world will follow this news, so I have the right to know the truth."

"What do you know?"

"What else does Yiping and Miao Huixiang have to do with the newspaper soon? Tomorrow and the next few weeks." Wang Hanshuang's tail sound was filled with a self-pitying tone.

"For example?" Sun Xuyuan said in a puzzled tone.

"Miao Huixiang is not only her funding sponsor, right? No matter what his identity is, he or she is."

"So what?"

"They work together for their ideals. They find out the disadvantages, human rights and other things. Miao Huixiang has a certain role as a supervisor, right? That's why Yiping helped Miao Huixiang handle the rescue work, which is completely reasonable. In that case, she uses the professional knowledge of a lawyer."

"What do you want to say? Can you please tell me?" Sun Xuyuan was confused and didn't understand what his brother-in-law meant.

"Okay, her documents, all her belongings, what you go to pack up. Let's go together." Seeing his brother-in-law's appearance, Wang Hanshuang was too lazy to continue to test.

"So what about those things?" Sun Xuyuan was puzzled.

Wang Hanshuang stood up: "That is why I need your guarantee, to ensure any documents she collected for her ideals. The documents collected here as my wife, the information collected as a diplomat, and the information collected as a Hualian government. All of these can be handed over to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and will let you return to China next Tuesday."

Sun Xuyuan was still and still. When Wang Hanshuang made this unrealistic statement, Sun Xuyuan did not move a finger and did not blink a single eyelid. He let the light shine from behind, keeping it still like the side of the curtains.

"I hope you will know the other thing you guaranteed if you don't say it." Wang Hanshuang continued.

“What else is guaranteed?”

"You should keep your mouth shut about this. The activities she has done. Things she hates, the so-called relief work that she has lost control."

"Whose control is lost?"

"I just said that no matter whether she trespasses into any official field, you are the same as us. It is hard to escape the confidentiality regulations. This order was given by the superiors, and it is probably not possible to obey it." Wang Hanshuang wanted to make it a little funny. However, neither of them laughed. "It was the order of the African director of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Sun Xuyuan finally spoke: "Thank you. Hanshuang, I am very grateful for all you did for me. I am very grateful for taking me back to my home, but now I have to go back to Shanghai to collect rent. I seem to have a valuable hotel there."

Before Wang Hanshuang could come back to his senses, Sun Xuyuan had already returned to the garden and sat back next to Xue Qing, and continued to play the game he had just been suspended.

Another day later, two Chinese police detectives also arrived in Nairobi. These people were members of the investigation team arranged by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Africa. They would intervene in the investigation of any case involving embassy personnel, and they were more like spy agencies than police.

Standing in the living room, Wang Hanshuang and the two police officers had just expressed their politeness at the beginning. The police officer said that they understood the subtleties of this mission and could not expose the ***** and the like of the Chinese community in Nairobi.

Wang Hanshuang expressed his gratitude for this and promised to instruct his subordinates to cooperate with the investigation and provide all the proper manpower and material resources. The two foreign police officers promised that as long as they comply with the government's instructions, Wang Hanshuang would be informed of the latest news of the investigation.

Wang Hanshuang also pointed out specifically and affectionately that all three of them work for the same government. In addition, if possible, the surnames can be omitted when calling each other to show intimacy.

"As you say that, what is Sun Xuyuan's title in the High Commissioner Office, Mr. Wang Hanshuang?" A young police officer named Tang Tianbao asked politely, ignoring Wang Hanshuang's call for closer distance.

Tang Tianbao is a master of swordsmanship. He speaks with concentration and righteousness. The other party carried a very practical bag with him, and the things inside were nothing more than audio recorders, audio tapes, and various shorthand notebooks and notebooks.
To be continued...