"What's wrong with him?" Yi Wei looked at Han Mengyu who had fallen, and then at the old man.

The old man helped Han Mengyu to the couch and lifted his coat, Yi Wei immediately said, when did he hurt himself like this? There are blood stains on his back and legs, and he originally thought that the blood stains on his clothes were Nan Boss, but now he knows that it is his own.

"Trauma, inflammation, dehydration, and lack of support." The old man spoke non-concisely.

The trauma was supposed to have been caused by a slide down a hill, but dehydration, it was her fault. Yi Wei pursed her lips, she really didn't know that he was injured, but he was injured a little, and he lacked a little water like this, his body was too bad.

"Snake venom!" The old man came up with another sentence.

And snake venom? Yi Wei was stunned.

When I looked at the trouser tube, there were indeed snake tooth marks, and the surroundings were already black and swollen. Yi Wei remembered Han Meng's pale face and lips, but now it looked black.

"From time to time, snake venom will enter the heart and lungs, and there will be no way to recover." The old man said again.

Then he checked the Nan Boss who had been drugged by Yi Wei, the old man took a pulse and shook his head, "The wound is infected, the wind and cold have entered the heart, and the lungs have been injured, and the external application is ineffective." ”

"Is there a way for the old man to save them?" Yi Wei listened to the old man's diagnosis and unconsciously furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yes."

The old man's answer made Yi Wei'an feel at ease, and this old man seemed to know medical science very well.

"I only save one person, you can pick one of the two."

Yi Wei was a little stunned, thinking that this old man was really weird! Willing to help, but also have to make it difficult. Yi Wei glanced back and forth at Boss Nan and Han Mengyu, and suddenly, she felt that she was hesitant. Let's not talk about whether one of the two must die, but if one of them really dies, who will she choose to survive?

Han Mengyu? He was an enemy, her sworn enemy, he had captured her, he had teased her, he had killed her comrades, he had fought her country, and he had died innocently.

South Boss? He is not familiar with her, greedy for money and afraid of death, lustful and greedy for cups, dragging her back, and has done countless bad things before, and she has no good impression at all.

But!

Nan Boss has contributed to Detian and shed blood, although people are not good, but they are still meritorious to Detian, knowing that helping them, such as entering the tiger's den in Longtan, but still do not hesitate to throw themselves in, although the purpose is for personal gain, it is true that she has helped them a lot, it stands to reason that she should protect him.

Han Mengyu's identity is special, but his character is better than that of Nan Boss, how to say that he is also a person loyal to his country, and his position is different, so he doesn't like her, if a generation of battlefield celebrities says that it is lost like this, it can't help but make people sigh, and sometimes, Yiwei also has to admire him.

Who to pick? Let Han Meng live stupidly, I can't help but be too sorry for Boss Nan, let Boss Nan live, Yi Wei felt panicked again.

Shaking his head, "Uncle, who do you think is more seriously injured?" ”

The old man stood up, groped for a knife from the cabinet on the side, and then walked back to the couch, and under Yi Wei's exclamation, a knife stabbed the fat body of Boss Nan.

Seeing Boss Nan writhing in pain, the old man pulled out the blood-stained knife, looked at Yi Wei and said, "Now their injuries are almost as serious." ”

"You," Yi Wei choked for a while, frowning and pondering, this old man was clearly making things difficult for her, afraid that he had other intentions.

"Uncle, you say, if you save two, what conditions do you have." Or just hurry up.

The old man threw away the knife in his hand, groped his way around the pocket of his clothes, smashed out a piece of paper that was already very crumpled, carefully unfolded it, and handed it to Yi Wei.

It can be seen that this piece of paper has been read many times, and the handwriting is not very clear, so I tried hard to identify it, and read it word by word: "Mu Guiying is pregnant, General Zhu is fighting horses and letters, and the iron horn ox ...... Heaven and earth occupy the share, and the tile mouth groove dominates the ....... ”

"What do you mean?" Yi Wei asked.

"Puzzle solving!"

"Puzzle solving?" Looking down at the note in his hand, is this a riddle?

"Untie it, I promise that the two of them won't die with me." The old man said expressionlessly.

Unexpectedly, I thought that the road to heaven and earth was endless, but I didn't know that it was even worse. Yi Wei thought about it.

"Uncle, is there any hint?"

The old man glanced at him and said nothing.

"Okay, I'll choose someone first, and you can help diagnose and treat it first." Drag it on, and both of them will have to die.

"You have to think about it, this riddle has not been solved for ten years." The old man spoke.

Yi Wei collapsed his shoulders and asked rhetorically, "How many people have come to you in the past ten years?" ”

"......, less than a hundred," the old man muttered.

"You can help get rid of the man's snake venom first." Yi Wei pointed at Han Mengyu. After taking another look at Boss Nan, she will definitely solve the mystery, and if she can't solve it, she will commit suicide to apologize.

When the old man heard this, he started to detoxify Han Mengyu, first gave him a pill, took out a pot of wine from the cabinet, carefully opened the cork, and suddenly the wine was fragrant, the old man cherished it, took a sip, and sprayed it all on Han Mengyu's wound with a "pounce", and then carefully poured a little wine to wash the blade in his hands, and then made an opening on Han Mengyu's leg to bleed.

Yi Wei couldn't pay too much attention to his diagnosis and treatment methods, and was immersed in solving the mystery.

"What exactly is this riddle? Word? Person? Thing? Geography? Event? There is only a mystery, and the direction is too wide. ”

"The riddle is too complicated, so it can be ruled out that it is a word guess, it may be a guess of the character, from the intention of the riddle, it can also be ruled out that it is a guess of geography, and it is impossible to guess the event, so only people and things can be guessed."

If the riddler makes up such a riddle to guess the person, she will not be able to guess, because she doesn't know the riddle at all, and she doesn't know the characters around the riddle, so she can't guess.

"It should be a guess!" Yi Wei finally made up his mind.

God forbid, her guess is right, this riddle must be something.

The old man looked at the thin man with a wrinkled face and pondered, pondering for a while, and startled for a while, but then shook his head again, and his heart rose and fell with his movements. He can't afford to wait, ten years, so many people, are helpless against this riddle, he ignited hope again and again, and again and again shattered, the mood to solve the riddle forced him to have to make a ruthless move on the three people in front of him, who knows if he can wait until the day when the mystery is revealed.

"Ah......h Can't guess, can't guess, can't guess! Yi Wei held her head and shouted.

His powerlessness undoubtedly put a knife in the old man's heart, not only Yi Wei couldn't stand this riddle, but he himself couldn't stand the riddle that he couldn't solve for ten years, Yi Wei's voice had not fallen, the old man screamed and rushed out of the hut.

Yi Wei was startled, and immediately followed, and saw the old man running into another room, Yi Wei immediately followed, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the old man lying in front of a portrait and crying.

The portrait is a portrait of a middle-aged woman, although she is a little older, she can still see that she was very good when she was young, and the face of Mu Ai and Yue feels that she is a very kind person.

"I can't guess, I can't guess, I can't guess, no one can guess," the old man cried and yelled at the person on the portrait, the old man's cry sounding heart-rending and full of despair, "I don't care...... I don't want to guess anymore, I'll ask you directly." With that, the old man picked up a dagger and stabbed it into his heart......

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