Time goes by, but what Spike sees is the fat woman's long-hidden secret.

I have always felt that there is some kind of reason behind that stormy smile, which is equivalent to the retreat of the crane, and the ability to skillfully dispose of the increased corpse under his needle without changing his face every time is also inconsistent with the fragile and strict zhòng of a woman who can't see blood.

Which side is the real her?

The compromises who are afraid of being fired, or the pretentious kindness that they deliberately show him, maybe the combination of distorted perverted psychology is the true letter of the commotion under the seemingly harmless heart and fat body.

However, when the clouds were lifted to reveal the bright light, the answer was a bit of a mockery of his imagination being too fanfare.

A never-ending single-plank bridge, you don't need to open your arms to make any attempt to comfort yourself to walk steadily, invincible, but this dimension is eternally gloomy, you can only see the single-plank bridge that carries itself under your feet, and you can't see anything else, so this thin and fragile daunting path has become the only thing you can rely on.

Just such a dream gives Spike the inspiration that he is convinced that it is enough to hit the ground running.

So there was a "date" with the gimmick of "two-person world" that day.

"Today I'm going to the hospital for a field trip, just have her with me." Wearing a vanilla cream cashmere sweater, a gray cashmere vest on the outside, a pair of dark green plaid pants and a pair of black Martin boots, Spike pointed to the woman standing behind him and proclaimed ambiguously.

"Young master, she can't leave her family." The butler bowed slightly. Thin drops of sweat on his forehead were slowly sliding down the curve.

"Oh?" The man deliberately lengthened his tail note, and his questioning tone was full of provocation, bluntly indicating that he did hear this kind of excuse but did not intend to accept it, "That's it...... Then here we go. With that, he pulled the fat woman with a helpless face and walked straight out.

"Young Master!" The fat woman and the housekeeper screamed in unison.

"What's wrong again?! I didn't even know you were going to talk like that. Spike pauses and shakes his head angrily at the cowering man, looking like an unteachable old man, and shielding the fat woman who is also screaming.

"Young master......" The housekeeper was choked, and shrunk there like a fish in his throat, and was so stared at by the young master's somewhat burning gaze that he couldn't help but wipe his sweat with his right hand that looked like it had been painted with pure white paint.

"Alright, don't be so reluctant, we'll be back before dinner."

Wave your hand. Swaggered and dragged the fat woman out.

Didn't get in a car. Spike walked ahead without saying a word.

Just by passing through the movement of the air molecules, Spike captures the woman's uneasiness.

"I didn't find a place where no one ate your interest." Spike's habit of speaking is as concise as his schedule, and the surprise of his words is like a storm, dominating every nerve of a woman.

"Young Master. May I ask why you're taking me there? ”

"Yo. It's amazing. You're able to ask me questions. ”

"I'm sorry." With a humble apology and a humble smile, Spike is reluctant to embarrass her at this point.

Walking in front alone, the fat woman always maintains the distance difference between the high and the low. Spike was silent, and after walking a few steps, he would secretly look at the scene behind him with his peripheral vision, the fat woman lowered her head slightly, her eyes were only on her feet, and the corners of her curved mouth could not be hung off, as if she was afraid of her young master's attacking glance at any time.

For herself, this fat woman is a problem, making people hot, itchy, uneasy, and caring.

"Here we are." The underlying implication is that you can lift your head.

The rolling semi-circular land is lined with trees and grass, and the tombstones carved from white marble are lined up like grass, but the sound is mighty but the vast army of the deceased.

That's right, it's a cemetery.

He lied, what hospitals, field trips are all lies, and the destination is a cemetery from the beginning.

"Young, young master."

He saw the woman's smiling face collapse in an instant, and a smug cry of "BINGO (guessed)" sounded in his heart.

"What's wrong?"

"We—aren't we going to the hospital? Gone wrong, not here. ”

"That's right."

"Young Master?"

Spike curls the corners of his mouth, "I've got something lost here, you can help me get it back." ”

The woman's face was already turning pale, her lips and teeth were shaking, and Spike didn't see it because of his intelligence.

"It's around there." The finger points in the direction of the center of the cemetery.

“……”

Seeing that the woman has not moved, Spike coughs lightly in a gesture of urging.

The wind rises, shuttling back and forth, the branches are peeling, and the countdown is done.

Spike is there, and if he doesn't open his mouth, he gives a death order that cannot be refused.

Just as the shadow on the ground couldn't help but move an angle, she finally moved.

Stiffly moving forward, the woman walks as if she was desperate when she stepped onto the execution ground, and if there is anything that can evoke a little guilt in Spike's heart, it is this image that is showing before his eyes at this moment.

The ...... froze, and the fat woman didn't even hear the once-in-a-millennium encounter, Spike's neck froze, and his eyes were fixed on the woman who had completely forgotten about looking for something and was moving her steps.

"Pain is produced by various external stimuli (including chemical or physical), including ach, 5-TH, histamine, bradykinin and its similar polypeptides potassium ions, hydrogen ions, acidic products and other pain-causing substances, which are transmitted to the center through the spinal cord through the conduction pathway and stimulate the first sensory area of the cerebral cortex."

Suddenly, the three lines of explanation that he had seen in the book came to his head, and Spike didn't know if the prosthetic pain he had at the moment or if it was emanating from the fat woman, and the bottom of his eyelids was a little moist and rising, and a kind of fear fluttered up, but he didn't show it but stayed there.

Involuntarily, his body acting before his brain, Spike slowly followed the figure, and the woman's steps began to weaken in his sight, and her legs had obviously begun to weaken.

"The pain center directs the body to respond to damage, such as muscle contractions, shock, ...... Cardiac arrest. ”

Running wildly, Spike reaches out before he can figure out if he's reacting in a hunting way because of the medical knowledge he already knows by heart.

The moment it touched the woman's shoulder, the woman fell to her knees.

Spike runs up to her and exclaims in what could be described as deafening, "I didn't even say what I lost, who let you go!" ”

It's obviously her own fault, but she blames her.

However, what makes people panic is still behind, that is, this sound, the out-of-focus pupils of the woman in front of her suddenly contracted, the breathing sound of pulling through the bellows suddenly became sharp, the chest rose and fell violently, and the very white face quickly turned red, still the kind of suffocating red that choked the throat, but the woman was breathing, still more intense than ordinary breathing.

"Oops!" Spike took a sip, his face began to turn pale, and seeing that the woman's heart was beating faster and his hands and feet were beginning to twitch, he gritted his teeth and quickly responded—he hurriedly rummaged through his backpack, found a brown paper bag containing the information, and without thinking about it, poured out the text inside, stretched it open and put it on the woman's face, while yelling in her ear, "Breathe!" Breathe! Don't stop! Breathe! I command you! ”

The mouth and nose are buried in a brown paper bag, and the turbid gas is exhaled, inhaled, and cycled, and then the lack of carbon dioxide concentration finally gradually rises.

After a few moments of recovery from hyperpnea, Spike feels the woman soften slightly, and in the next second, he takes the chubby body into his arms.

I'm sorry, I didn't know you were sick too.

Note: Hyperventilation syndrome is a physiological and psychological reaction caused by acute anxiety, during which the patient will feel rapid heartbeat, palpitations, sweating, and speed up breathing because he cannot feel breathing, and the concentration of carbon dioxide is constantly excreted and the concentration is too low, causing secondary respiratory alkalosis and other symptoms. Overbreathing is excessive breathing, which causes respiratory alkalosis, causing numbness in the hands and feet, and convulsions in the limbs when it is strict. (To be continued......)