C100 (2/2)

Right now, I was the only one in the room, standing there in a daze.

On the side, the dark water mark on the ground was still there.

On the bed, the lady's underwear is still there; in the air, the sultry air is still there; in my heart, the haze is still there …

Such a miraculous thing, it was simply too unbelievable!

I thought about it for a long time as I looked out the window at the parasol tree. It seemed that this was a little similar to the scene of Li Guo Hao's death.

Originally, it was just a play, but the prop gun had been replaced with a real gun and empty bullets into live ammunition.

Thus, the male lead fell.

Err … A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly moved from the air conditioner to another corner, but the chill was still there.

I was shivering with cold.

I want to go out and look, or go to Yin Yijie, only he can give me strong support.

I had never hoped so fervently that there was someone who would let me lean on; this person, however, could only be impassioned.

But he wasn't here. He was in first aid.

He was in the midst of infusion when it was pulled out. Looking at the water stains on the ground, it took quite a long time for it to be pulled out.

Why, why?

The feeling of comfort and the feeling of the jade pot ice, he definitely knew that woman. Even when she ran away, the two of them did not have any intention of grabbing her.

Why? Did I make a mistake, or was that girl a spy?

Ah, my imagination is so rich.

I just thought of that woman's passion, and now that I think of her as a spy, I …

I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall. I was cold. I'm afraid.

Gritting his teeth, he was still unable to withstand the chill.

Sweat kept dripping from my forehead. I'm not even sure if it's cold or hot.

I'm the only one in the room. I don't know how long I stood there, but no one came.

Yin Yijie also did not come back. It seemed that the situation was not going well.

I walked to the door. It was quiet in the corridor, and although it was a normal afternoon visit, there weren't many people.

I don't know if I should go to the emergency room or where I should find Yin Yijie.

But I don't know what that means.

Should I go back or visit my guardian?

He thought over and over again about what had happened just now, and about that woman, and about everything that had happened.

The only word that could not be dispersed from his mind was the word ”conspiracy.”

Of course, it's impossible for such a huge scheme to target me. I'm not that important yet.

It could only be Yin Yijie. Regardless of what injuries he had suffered or how drunk he had become, he estimated that he was almost done with the medicine.

However, if he were to be cut off like that, his life would be in danger. I was making wild guesses.

Then, just how dangerous was he?

Others, were they trying to put him in danger, or were they trying to kill him?

What should I do?

What can I do?

Closing the door behind me, I moved back to the doorway between the inner room and the small living room and leaned against it.

That was where I looked at Yin Yijie. I saw that he had fainted, and then I suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and opened his mouth.

What would happen if I left in a huff?

What if I jumped on that woman and fought with her?

Hmm, I think that fall was enough to make her choke.

If I had known I should have kicked twice, Yin Yijie might have been fine.

Amitabha, Immeasurable Divinity, Assalam, Eileen, Hallelujah …

All I can do now seems to be sit and wait.

On TV, the family members were waiting outside the emergency room.

I, ah, I am calm enough. When his meal ticket was in big trouble, he could sit quietly and wait. But what can I do if I don't wait?

He looked around the room, inside and outside.

Inside, Yin Yijie was living in a slightly messy place.

I don't want to clean it up.

If something were to happen to him, it would probably still be useful.

Outside, my eyes fell on the waistcoat and fashion bag.

I suddenly became interested in the bag.

However, where is my school bag? Where did Comfortable get it?

It was a small living room. Beside it was a door that seemed to lead to the next room, similar to this one.

Just like some restaurants, the operation rooms between two rooms are interconnected.

I gave it a try and sure enough, the two sliding doors could be locked in both directions to ensure both independence and connectivity.

I, since everyone is not here, am going to look for my schoolbag and my knife.

I have to be prepared. If anyone dares to try, I will stab her. I don't care.

I'm a little worried about that girl. I'm more worried that if someone really had ill intentions towards Yin Yijie, then they would definitely harm him again afterwards.

No, no! No!

I don't want anyone to hurt him.

He is mine, guardian. Abbreviations: ”He is mine”.

As long as it is in the name of ”my”, I will be responsible to him, I will exercise my rights.

For example, asking him to do his duty of guardianship.

The premise was that he was safe and sound.

See, how clear my mind is now, more philosophical than a philosopher's. There are probably few more inhumane people in the world than me.

Heh, so what?

I threw myself on the dead and cried and waited outside the emergency room, thinking I might as well go back to sleep and wake up and do what I had to do.

This is how my path ends.

My parents are gone, and I have no right to cry.

Right, let go of all this mess.

He quickly started to study what was in front of him.

I wanted to rummage through the bags of the scheming woman, although I had never been in the habit of doing so before.

However, as a suspect and as my guardian, she seems to have the right to do so.

Or, whoever cares about those things, I'm confused and want to flip through them.

The woman's bag wasn't big. Inside was a pile of condoms, makeup bags, wallets, and tissues.

I unzipped the phone book and two business cards in my side pocket.

Instead of putting the wallet inside, he put the phone book and business card inside. It was rather interesting.

I'm not a plainclothes kid, but I have some common sense that what I put in my pocket is usually more important.

Unless, this woman was a spy adept in this field.

Opening the phone book, his name was followed by prices, such as Zhao 800, Qian 500, Sun 1400, Li 2000 …

This was quite interesting. It probably wasn't a password.

He didn't know what it was!

He continued flipping backwards and his gaze stopped at a small line of words:

It was my mother's name, ”May 2nd, 1800.”

What day was it?

This person was still playing with the Lunar New Year, sigh. My eyelids jumped up and down a few times. 'Why is it that every time I see someone, I see their name? Could it be that this matter has something to do with my great mother?'

It was so easy for me to get a guardian to give me a bite to eat, but she still wants to break my rice bowl?

Could it be that she really wants me to follow in her footsteps?

Heh, this girl's price is quite high.

It's a pity that I'm not too interested in high income, and that my guardian was so tired that he was carried out to buy and yet didn't even know what to feel.

I just want to live my life in peace, with a clear conscience.

That phone call, I, hesitated for a moment, then copied it down.

Then, he continued flipping. In the crevice of the next page, I found another line of small words, very similar to the one I had just seen. It said: ”TT drug, 10 doses, 5,400 doses.”

It looks like a phone book to me, but it's actually an account book.

Heh, so there are some accounts that are often found on TV, and then some shocking secret case is unearthed. I didn't expect that I would be so lucky to find a special account book for a special profession.

Since that's the case, I'll just be honest and confiscate it.

Initially, I was worried that doing so would cause unnecessary trouble. However, with a thought, I came up with an idea.

Firstly, my parents seem to have a lot of enemies. Otherwise, how do they expect me to be plotted and harmed time and time again?

Not to mention the distance of three hours from my home, even if there wasn't, it wouldn't be too much to have an extra enemy.

Second, I have too many of my father's good genes. In addition to carrying knives and stabbing people in my head, I have another hobby: setting fire to them.

Put the women's clothes and bags together and I'm going to burn them.

However, I couldn't find a lighter anywhere in the room, so I was speechless.

After studying for a long time, I looked. It's almost 6 o'clock, Yin Yijie isn't back yet.

What kind of trouble had he encountered?