"Hehe, the library is for everyone, and we are not in a position to drive you away. ”

After a pause, Inle changed his words: "However, we have the right to choose retreat. ”

"Now, I officially inform you that there are some emergencies and the Museum of Culture and History is temporarily closed for a period of time. ”

"You can ...... Left. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Shaoqiu raised his head, glanced at him lightly, and said in a calm tone: "If it is usual, I am really not interested in delaying work with you here, after all, the patient's condition is not optimistic." ”

"But now, ......"

"I'm really not going to leave!"

When the words fell, Zheng Shaoqiu withdrew his thumb, and then clenched his fist weakly, pressed against an acupuncture point on Fan Qiushui's back, spun it hard, and slapped it down again.

"Ahem......"

"Poof!"

Fan Qiushui, who was in a precarious situation, suddenly coughed violently twice, and then opened his mouth wow, and a mouthful of black and smelly blood clots were spit out.

The next moment, it landed on the skirt of the assistant in front of him.

"Ahh

Inle let out a scream that almost punctured her eardrums, and subconsciously staggered back two steps, frightening her face.

The so-called blood clot is actually a mouthful of phlegm, thick phlegm with blood, which has been accumulated in Fan Qiushui's throat for a long time, and is now forced out by Zheng Shaoqiu in a unique way.

The bloody phlegm stuck to Inlai's skirt, and no matter how she shook it, she couldn't fall down.

"Help me ......"

"Come and help me......"

A scream rang out, the hairs on her whole body stood up, she kept kicking, turned sideways, and was about to go crazy.

"Lao Xu, hurry, come and help me......"

"Ah...... I can't stand it, Xiao Hong, come on, help me get it down......"

"Come on, come on, hurry up, hurry up ......"

"Ahh

The other staff, young and old, were frightened when they saw the black blood clots, and they all took a step back, with a cold face, and they really didn't have the courage to help.

After all, it looks so disgusting.

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

A mouthful of bloody phlegm spit out, Fan Qiushui's throat made a sound like a broken bellows, and his lips were still a little abnormally blue and black, but his face was a little better than before.

She felt that she had no strength in her whole body, and she leaned on Zheng Shaoqiu's arms like a weak and boneless body.

Feeling the scorching temperature, listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat, she felt dizzy and her mind went blank.

Since the illness, the sense of security she has never felt has happened in an unpredictable situation, and in addition to this, there is also the shyness of a girl who has not been seen for a long time.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

She even wished that it would go on like this, leaning in this warm corner.

How nice it should be.

"You...... You ......"

"What are you doing here!"

"Fanqiushui!

"Look at the good things you've done!"

Rhine's face turned pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "What is this! Look what this is!"

"Fan Qiushui, are you going to die soon?"

Hearing these unkind words, Fan Qiushui exhaled a short breath and said weakly: "Yes...... Sorry ......"

Zheng Shaoqiu said lightly: "What do you think it is?"

The corners of his mouth raised a cold arc, and he glanced at Rhine: "Didn't you say that Fanqiu water would be contagious before?" Yes, that is the source of infection......

"She's terminally ill, she's got a very fatal terminally ill ......"

"It's much more terrifying than any bird flu, as long as you get a little bit of it, it's basically hopeless. ”

"Now the air is full of contagious molecules, no matter how far you go, it's useless......"

These creepy words were uttered by him in a calm tone, and suddenly there was an atmosphere of extreme horror.

Everyone present trembled with fright, and shrank back and forth like frightened quails.

Originally, there were two young men, who were brave enough to go over and offer their courtesy, but after hearing this, they hurriedly ran out more than two meters away, with a surprise on their faces that could not be concealed.

Assistant Rhine was like a statue, his lips moving uncontrollably, and his beautiful eyes were filled with deep fear.

The next moment, she raised her arm, hugged her head tightly, her body shook like chaff, and she used all her strength to scream.

The voice was as poignant as a ghost crying wolf, with a deep despair, in the Museum of Culture and History of Nuoda, constantly echoing and enduring.

Immediately afterward, she was like a madman, stepping on ten centimeters of high heels and turning to run, and just a few steps away, another fell to the ground, screaming again and again.

Just as she raised her head anxiously, she suddenly saw a middle-aged man about fifty years old frowning and looking at herself.

"Curator ......"

"Curator Liang, save me......"

"Take me to the hospital, I don't want to die, save me, I don't want to die......"

With her hair disheveled and a look of pain on her face that could not be concealed, she crawled forward for some distance, trying to hug the middle-aged man's trouser legs.

Curator Liang frowned imperceptibly, bent down, and reached out to help her up.

"What's the situation?"

He looks a little rich, about 1.7 meters tall, with a slight bulging belly, very easy-going clothes, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a bookish atmosphere.

Although the years have left a lot of marks on him, looking at the contours of his face, he can still imagine the warmth and warmth of his youth.

"Assistant Yin, do you know what you're going to do again?"

"It's public, be careful about your image!"

"Do you look like that?"

Hearing this reprimand, Yin Lai's lips moved, and he said with a look of grievance: "No, it's not like this......"

"Curator, I'...... I accidentally fell ......"

Curator Liang glanced at her, a little displeased, but he didn't have a seizure, and said lightly: "What about the things I asked you to find......?"

Hearing this, Yin Lai's face was a little unnatural, he took two steps forward, lowered his head slightly, and whispered a few words.

The next moment, Curator Liang's face suddenly became gloomy, he glared at Yin Lai fiercely, and without waiting for her to explain, he looked around and reprimanded him coldly.

"How long has it been, and why hasn't it been returned?"

"What are you borrowing these books from the Agency for Cultural Affairs?"

"It's ......"

He took two steps forward and looked at everyone with an unkind expression: "What are you all doing?

"Don't hurry up and get me moving!"

"Hurry up to the Cultural Affairs Hall, be fast!"

After a pause, he slightly accentuated his tone: "Tell you, this is the book that my old leader asked for, you had better be quick, if it is a big deal, one will be counted as one today, and half a month's salary will be deducted!"