There is a pain that invades the bone marrow called pain.

The most vulnerable parts of the human body are nothing more than the throat and lower body. If these two places are hit hard, they will die at worst and hurt at worst.

"Tsk, it's so ruthless." The little snake stood aside and sighed with a face, and the guy who was knocked out by Yan Murong with a towel was also tortured to death, and woke up in pain. You don't need to look at it, just by listening to the voice, you know that even if he doesn't die, he can only go to Thailand for the rest of his life.

"Let's talk about it." Yan Murong squatted down and asked. "Who told you to kill me? ――I'm not in a pretty mood right now, so I'd like to remind you that it's better to be honest. ”

"I-I'm not here to kill you." The man's face was pale, beads of sweat the size of beans couldn't help but fall, he struggled to speak, and he could feel a pain when he moved slightly.

"You're not here to kill me?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then slapped him in the face. "Are you taking me for a fool or are you a fool? Look, look, you didn't shoot the two holes in the couch? Fucking pulled out their guns, and said they weren't here to kill me? ”

"We-we've just been ordered to come with us." Seeing Yan Murong's eyes glancing at him three more ways, he hurriedly said. "Someone wants to see you."

"Looks like I don't have any friends here, do I?" Yan Murong thought for a moment and asked. "Location."

"Starlight Cinema."

"What time is it?"

"Now."

"Okay, you can die." Without waiting for the other party to speak again, Yan Murong stepped on his neck with one foot, and the sound of bone cracking came, and this unlucky child went to God to report-

At seven o'clock in the evening, the sky of Washington is decorated with all kinds of neon colors.

At the ticket office of the movie theater, Yan Murong was just about to pay for a ticket when he felt that someone was patting his arm, turned his head, and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy looking at him. Still holding a photo in his hand, he glanced at the photo, then at Yan Murong, and then said something excitedly.

"What did he say?" Yan Murong looked at the little snake and asked.

"He said the person in the picture was you." The little snake said teasingly. "Okay, even foreign fans have it, and I'm still a child."

As she spoke, she took the photo from the little boy and said. "He said someone told you to go to Box One on the second floor, and that the man told him that if he found you, you would give him a hundred dollars."

"Damn, what son of a son is so boring." Yan Murong rolled his eyes, cursed in his mouth, but still took out a hundred dollars and handed it to the little boy, watching the little boy leave, and then walked to the second floor with the little snake.

Box No. 1 is the box on the second floor near the staircase, and as soon as the two of them walked to the second floor, two men wearing suits and air headsets on their ears walked over. After looking Yan Murong up and down, he made a gesture of please, and then stood aside, staring at the two of them with vigilant eyes.

Push open the door of the box, and the furnishings inside are clear at a glance. This is an ordinary box, not luxurious, and the grade is not low. There is a two-seater sofa in the box. It is said that it is a two-seater sofa, but it is actually not much bigger than a single sofa, probably specially made by the cinema for some couples. In front of the sofa, Kronos was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at Yan Murong with a burning voice.

"Is that you?"

"It's me." Kronos grinned silently, looked at the little snake again, and said. "If I'm not mistaken, this is the third-ranked killer and the famous Viper, right? -- The mouth of the green bamboo snake and the needle behind the tail of the wasp, both of which are not poisonous, and are the most poisonous to women's hearts. ”

"You just want to say these two things to me?"

"Of course not." Kronos shook his head, raised his hand to the couch, and said. "Sit down, let's talk."

He turned the wheelchair in the direction and faced the sofa, waiting until Yan Murong and Little Snake sat down before speaking. "I wanted to invite you over for a chat, but I didn't expect you to be too sensitive, and none of the people I sent came back."

"Please come here?" Yan Murong looked sarcastic. "It's the first time I've seen someone with a kick open and a gun to ask for someone."

"It looks like they didn't do what I said." Kronos didn't seem to see the ridicule on Yan Murong's face, and said. "Since they didn't carry out my orders, you should kill them."

Yan Murong smiled, stood up, walked to the window to look, and said. "You brought two bodyguards?"

"Yes." Kronos said. "What? Are you trying to kill me? ”

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded frankly, pointed to the window and said. "That's six or seven meters tall, right? You say, what will happen if you fall down from here? ”

"What result?" Kronos's face did not show any trace of panic, he thought about it seriously and said. "It's nothing more than two outcomes. First, I fell and became crippled. Second, the head hits the ground first, and dies straight away - but do you think there is any difference between being crippled and being crippled now? ”

"What if the head hits the ground first?"

"Then I'll be able to put an end to this pain once and for all." Kronos looked yearning. "Rather than live like the living dead, it is better to die happily, or at least it is a relief—please, kill me?"

This guy is not only physically disabled, but also mentally disabled.

Yan Murong pursed his lips, sat down, looked at him and said. "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about? If you're not having a good time, I might be able to fulfill your wishes. ”

"I'm going to die, but not now, and definitely not at your hands." Kronos said with a smile. "It's not so much for you to kill me, it's for you to save me, what do you think?"

"I'll save you?" Yan Murong sneered. "What reason do I have to save you?"

"I can make your wish to revitalize Chinese medicine come true." Kronos said.

"Just you?" Yan Murong said disdainfully.

"Isn't that enough?" Kronos said. "You're working on antibiotics right now, so you must be working hard, right? Perhaps, I can give you an antidote. ”

Hearing Kronos's words, Yan Murong's face suddenly changed, he stood up, grabbed Kronos's collar and pulled him up from the wheelchair, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice. "What did you say?"

"You shouldn't be so rude to me." The collar was pulled, and Kronos did not struggle, and said softly. "Don't you think it's a good deal?"

"You did it?" Yan Murong's voice became more and more cold, the killing intent in his eyes gradually rose, and the temperature of the entire box seemed to drop a lot in an instant.

"I said it wasn't me, do you believe it?"

PS: Thank you for the seal and VIP of Xiao Hei's not bad classmates, and thank you for the guidance of the old professor of Peking University. Indeed, this is my mistake, I bought two versions of "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases", haha, in terms of Western medicine, I am really a novice.