Chapter 4 Shocking First Sight
Yun Ziyu leaned his back against the door, his eyes widened in horror, and he met the man's cold star-like eyes, like hard ice, so cold that it seemed to be enough to freeze everything, making people feel chills in their hearts for no reason. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
Zi Yu's heart felt as if she had been hit hard by something, and her heart was pounding, almost jumping out of her chest. She was really afraid that the next moment the sharp blade around her neck would "sneer" and cut her throat.
When I was a child, I saw someone in the family kill chickens, and it was such a knife, fast and accurate.
Her thoughts paused for a few seconds before she dared to look at the man in front of her. He was dressed in a black trench coat, with a suit of the same color inside, not very old, handsome and extraordinary, staring at her eyes like two sharp swords out of the sheath, sharp edges, and a mysterious and unpredictable murderous aura all over his body, which made people shudder.
She inhaled slowly, forcing herself to calm down, and any action at this time might cause the other party's disgust, and then invite death.
In an instant, countless speculations surged in Ziyu's heart, how did this man enter this small building? Is it a thief? Agent? Still is...... Inspector Shen's enemy?
However, as she calmed down, her eyes fell on a thin blue and white porcelain teacup in the corner of the table, which was steaming hot. Zi Yu's heart suddenly relaxed, and no one who sought revenge entered someone's house and had time to drink tea. Judging from this man's vigilance, he should have taken refuge in Inspector Shen's house.
With this thought, she knew that this person must be a very dangerous person, and she slowly softened her eyes, trying not to arouse the other party's disgust. Sure enough, the man suddenly let go of his hand. Yun Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief, and tried her best to make her voice sound calm as usual: "Sir, don't you go to the front to dance?" β
The man was slightly stunned, and immediately hooked the corners of his lips: "Didn't you go too?" "His voice was deep and mellow, like that of a cello.
Ziyu explained: "I just accidentally spilled some wine on my skirt in front, and I came over to change my clothes. This was to tell the man that he had come here unintentionally, and that he had no ill will towards him.
"Oh." The man was noncommittal, still playing with the spur in his hand, the shiny tungsten steel blade shining a faint glow in the light.
Ziyu had to pluck up her courage again, and said with a smile: "Sir, if there is nothing to do, I will leave first." β
When she said this, the man remained silent, as if thinking about something. Ziyu was beating a drum in her heart, what if she opened the door and left to anger him? But if you don't leave, you lose your chance. Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his heart sideways and went to pull the doorknob.
Suddenly, the man grabbed her shoulder, and under the force, Ziyu was forced to turn around. She couldn't care so much at this time, so she waved the bag in her hand and threw it at the man. The bag landed on his arm, and the man snorted, but still held her tightly against the wall.
Ziyu opened her mouth to scream, and suddenly the palm of the leather glove pressed again, and the cold touch came again, and the man turned his hand, and the military thorn reached her throat again. The situation returned to the beginning, Zi Yu's hands and feet were cold, but she smelled a faint smell of blood on the tip of her nose.
Without allowing her to think more, there was a banging knock on the door, the man's pupils contracted sharply, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?" β
"It's me!" The voice outside the door was slightly muffled, "What you asked for has been delivered." β
Ziyu heard that it was the voice of the housekeeper Uncle Rong, but at this time she couldn't make a sound. The man suddenly grabbed her, pushed her into the inner room, and lowered his voice: "Don't scream!" Otherwiseβ" a wicked smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "I'll just say you seduce me!" β
Zi Yu's face turned red, and he didn't have time to react, outside Uncle Rong had already said, "Can I come in?" β
"Huh?" The man raised an eyebrow, and the tail note went up. Ziyu nodded obediently. The man gently closed the door with satisfaction, and then said, "Come in!" β
There was only one sleeping light in the inner room, and the light was extremely dim. Zi Yu had his back against the door, and his heart was pounding hard, if he went out at this time, with Uncle Rong here, he would obviously be able to get out, but as the man said, he would be speechless when the time came, and he couldn't wash it when he jumped into the river. After hesitating in his heart, the man had already sent Uncle Rong and pushed the door in. Ziyu quickly took an enamelled ashtray at the head of the bed in her hand.
The man didn't look at her, and put down the white porcelain tray in his hand, there were some medical equipment in the tray, presumably Uncle Rong had just sent it.
He put down the tray and began to undress himself. Yun Ziyu's face turned white, and he couldn't calm down anymore, held the ashtray in front of him, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, what are you going to do?" β
"Come here!" The man still didn't look at her, and said lightly: "Give me a favor!" As he spoke, he had already taken off his coat and suit, revealing the white shirt inside, and the smell of blood was even stronger. It wasn't until this moment that Ziyu noticed that there was a large patch of blood on the left shoulder blade of his white shirt, and the blood seemed to be still flowing.
"You're hurt?" Ziyu hesitated for a moment, but still put down the ashtray and walked over. The man took off his shirt, this action probably affected the wound, his face turned white instantly, and sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead.
Zi Yu was a little at a loss, and the man said, "Have you ever learned first aid?" Ziyu nodded.
"The bullet is stuck inside, you can help me get it out!" He said it lightly, as if he didn't know that learning first aid and performing surgery to get bullets were two different things, but these words weighed on Yun Ziyu's heart like a thousand pounds of heavy burden, and she couldn't help but say: "With such a serious injury, let's go to the hospital." β
The man's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Take it here!" β
"I know a French doctor with a high level who has a private clinic and I can take ......"
"Take it right here!" The man interrupted her in a cold voice, "Don't let me say it a third time!" β
Zi Yu took a deep breath and felt that he was already impatient, so he had to detoxify the scalpel and tweezers with alcohol, and then whispered: "No anesthesia......"
The man said, "Do it, I can bear it!" β
Yun Ziyu didn't know how she took out the bullet, only that the sound of the bullet falling into the enamel plate made her heart breathe a sigh of relief. Her legs were limp, and she could barely stand on her feet, but the man himself brought gauze to her: "Wrap it up." Zi Yu then trembled and drugged him, holding gauze around his chest, his strong chest was covered with fine and dense beads of sweat, the gauze was wet, Zi Yu took out his handkerchief and wiped him.
After wiping it, I felt that it was inappropriate, and the tips of my ears quickly turned red, slowly smudging my entire cheeks. She didn't dare to look at him anymore, only lowered her head, and hurriedly tied a bow in front of him, so that he could untie it himself. The fight tightened in the panic, and the man frowned almost indiscerniably.
Ziyu didn't see the man's eyes darken, and his gaze fell on the jade hairpin on her head.
Suddenly, I felt that my hair was loosened, and the green silk on my head had been spread down like a waterfall. Zi Yu looked up in astonishment, the man had already stood up, and raised the hairpin in his hand: "I'll take this first, if you tell me today's matter-" He paused, "You will receive a big surprise!" β
Zi Yu's eyes were slightly gloomy: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to splash dirty water on myself!" Give me back the hairpin! This hairpin was given to her by her second brother when she came back from France, and it is said to be an old object flowing from the palace, and she has been reluctant to wear it. And how can a girl's things be given to a strange man casually?