Chapter Forty-Eight: Why Do Men Trouble Men?

Xin Xiuyuan bent down to pick up the tearful white snow and walked towards the dilapidated courtyard in the valley......

Bai Xue hid in Xin Xiuyuan's arms and shivered, this courtyard carried her countless happy times, but at this time it was reminding her with the ruin that no matter how much she was in love, she would never be able to go back to the past.

Xin Xiuyuan walked through the overgrown weeds to the front of the hut, the rotten door panel fell to the ground, and the room that would collapse at any time was dim and uncertain.

"Xin Dong, I'll ...... it" Xin Ai said and was about to enter the door, when suddenly a white light flashed, and Xin Xiuyuan stopped Xin Ai.

In the humble room, there was a stove room at the door, and there was a room on each side, she and Granny Turing lived in the east room, and the west room was piled with miscellaneous items.

Bai Xue walked to the east room, the door panel was still there, Bai Xue raised his claws to push the door, and the door was blocked from the inside.

Xin Ai walked around the hut, saw three corpses on the floor of the east room through the broken window, and jumped in to inspect them.

The three of them were all dead, two face up and one face down, Xin Ai flipped over with his feet, stunned when he saw the man's face clearly, "Assistant Zhao?"

After searching Assistant Zhao's body, only a key was found in Assistant Zhao's pocket.

Hearing the constant scratching of the door, Xin Ai opened the door, and Bai Xue rushed in, stunned when he saw the corpse on the ground.

Xin Ai walked out of the hut with the key in hand......

"Xin Dong, this was found from Assistant Zhao's pocket. ”

Xin Xiuyuan lowered his eyes and looked at an ordinary brass key, but Assistant Zhao, who had sent someone to monitor him, died here, which was a problem.

Xin Xiuyuan bowed slightly, and Xin Ai put the key in a plastic bag and put it away.

Dark Night walked up to the weeping Bai Xue and patted Bai Xue with his paws, "Let's go, the past is only suitable for sealing in memory." ”

Bai Xue refused, running around the house, as naughty as before, but no one called her in a doting voice, "Bai Xue, don't be naughty, the house has been messed up by you." ”

"Turing-granny, look at me, look at me, I'm back!"

Bai Xue sobbed and screamed, she understood that the sweetness of attachment that could not be returned was better than facing the steely reality, but today she just wanted to play like this......

The dark night picked up the tired and paralyzed white snow on his back and went out on his back.

The group returned to the cabin, and the plane took off, circled over the valley, and flew away......

Bai Xue lay on the porthole, looking at the burning hut, tears like pearls with broken threads.

Xin Ai came in with medicine and water, put them on the table in Xin Xiuyuan's hand, and then turned on the display screen.

The environment in the camera is simple, like a rural hospital in a nearby village and town, a man with a dark face collapsed on the hospital bed, and the data displayed on the ECG monitor is not optimistic.

It was Chu Huaiting, the opponent who had just been hit by his poisonous needle, Xin Xiuyuan waved his hand unappetizingly, signaling Xin Ai to turn off the display screen.

Suddenly, the muscular man in the camera appeared with his nose pinched, and a bowl in his hand......

Xin Ai's movements paused, and Xin Xiuyuan's gaze refocused on the screen.

The muscular man's expression was stiff and dignified, and he stood beside the bed with a bowl of yellow and clear rice fields, hesitated several times, and finally gritted his teeth, helped Chu Huaiting up, pried open his teeth, and poured a whole bowl of rice fields into it.

The corners of Xin Ai's mouth twitched, "Xin, Xin Dong, he, really gave him a drink?!"

Xin Xiuyuan watched, suddenly jumped up from the seat and rushed to the bathroom, lying on the toilet and vomiting wildly.

Xin Ai followed up to give Xin Xiuyuan a back, and shook his head helplessly, "Why bother......"