Inside the black clinic, Gao Yi had already dragged the two corpses to a place that only he knew.

The other patients had poked their heads out of their sheets, pretending to be asleep and smoking, as if what had happened in this room had never happened at all.

In their hearts, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a miracle doctor, and a veritable god of death.

Drag you back from Huangquan Road, or kick you down, it's all in his thoughts.

The blood stains on the floor and walls were not cleaned at all, and the red invaded the white walls, creating a rather artistic atmosphere. -

The blood-stained sheet was used by Gao Yi to wrap the corpse and take it away.

Currently, there are two empty single beds, as if waiting for the next guest to lie here.

Bleed.

Gao Yi, who had washed his hands, was knocking melon seeds while carrying a small bench to Zheng Siming's ward.

The blood-stained white coat on his body was still worn on his body, and the blood stains on the roots of his ears were not washed.

It seems that he only washed his hands once, and came after disposing of the corpse.

The bench was placed on the wall, and Gao Yi sat up and crossed his legs, and looked at Zheng Siming with melon seeds: "How do you feel." ”

This inquiry is not like a doctor greeting a patient with concern, but like a street vegetable vendor casually asking a passerby: "Two strings of green onions?" ”

Zheng Siming moved the oxygen mask hanging on his face a little up, and replied with some weakness: "It's okay." ”

He paused, thought for a moment, and then spoke: "Why is my hair cut short?" ”

After waking up, Zheng Siming witnessed the crazy operation in the first year of high school, and found that he had long black hair, which was cut parallel to his earlobes, and he had no mirror to reflect the image at this time, but he could touch it with his hand.

After all, the difference between long hair and short hair is still obvious, especially now that he is in poor health and is afraid of colds. The feeling of air leakage in the back of the neck is even more obvious.

In fact, he didn't care about his long and short hair, he just didn't dare to go to the barbershop, so he kept it long.

After all, the first time I mustered up the courage to go to the barbershop alone, Mr. Tony asked, "Handsome guy, what should you cut, do you want to cut it long or short?" ”

Zheng Siming endured the mood swings and ran out of the barbershop directly.

Since then, he has stopped cutting his hair, and for clothes, he only wears period costumes.

Because, there are not so many styles to choose from.

casually spit out a few pieces of melon seed shells, and Gao Yi said with a hint of ruffianism: "I cut it, what's the matter?" Who told Fang Zhe that kid lied to me and caused me to take off my pants for nothing. ”

After speaking, he quickly glanced at the person on the hospital bed with some envy, and thought, good guy, how can this dog-like hairstyle still be so handsome.

Zheng Siming, a little speechless, also a little resentful: "Fang Zhe lied to you, what are you cutting my hair for... ”

"That guy went to wipe your ass, I don't know if I can come back alive, I can only pour my anger on you." The first year of high school answered as a matter of course.

Zheng Siming's eyebrows furrowed, and then he relaxed, he felt that Fang Zhe should be able to handle the Xiangjiang Garden incident well.

After all, if that guy saw a strange crying little girl in the hallway, he would definitely not be as stupid as himself, but run as far as he could.

Or, just go up and kick it, and shout: "You cry a fart, you cry." ”

Well, it's definitely going to be this scene.

The room, quieted down.

Gao Yi continued to lick melon seeds with Erlang's legs crossed, not at all dry.

Zheng Siming put back on the oxygen mask, silently leaned on the bed board, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

These two people don't have the same views, and there really is nothing to talk about.

Time passed like this, minute by minute, until, Fang Zhe's appearance broke the silence.

"His grandmother's, next time I go out with Chen Jielong to do a mission, I will."

Fang Zhe stopped by the door, frowned and thought about it, feeling that he couldn't set up a flag casually, most of them would be slapped in the face.

"What are you? Good brother? ”

Gao Yi clapped his hands, slapped off all the crumbs of melon seeds on his hands, then pulled out a scalpel from the inner lining of his coat, and looked at the person outside the door with a smile.

Until now, that book "Uniform Temptation" is a shadow in his heart.

"Oh? Good brother, you're here too, haven't you been busy lately? ”

Fang Zhe raised his eyebrows, quickly pulled out a book from the waistband of his pants behind his back, and looked flattering: "The story of ****, the latest version, Tong Suo is genuine, you know." ”

"Oh~ I understand, I understand, you two talk, I won't bother you."

Gao Yi took back the scalpel, snatched the book Fang Zhe was holding, passed by, and said something lightly.

"This time, if you dare to lie to me again, I promise to turn you into a eunuch."

"Hehe, no, no, you can get busy."

Stained with blood, the white coat walked away, Fang Zhe closed the door, looked at the man with the mushroom head on the hospital bed, and laughed.

"Good guy, what an anti-heaven appearance, he is so handsome with a mushroom head!"

This was Fang Zhe's true thoughts in his heart, but he felt that he couldn't say it, and if he said it, he would lose.

Therefore, he can only deliberately make fun of it, and he has to exaggerate to laugh out loud.

Zheng Siming rolled his eyes and took off the oxygen mask again: "What's wrong with Chen Jielong?" ”

People, return safely, it means that the case is solved.

Men's friendship is actually very wonderful, sometimes, they have been in the dark together, or they have been to the club together, they are good brothers.

What's more, these two people have experienced life and death together, and there is no need to be too pretentious and polite.

Fang Zhe did not choose to sit on the small bench brought by the first year of high school, but sat directly at the end of the bed and began to scold.

The whole process of dealing with the incident was told.

Two hours ago, he was still doing finishing touches in the city of Egret Island.

Originally, Mr. Li was released, and then the building was demolished, and everything was done, and the dust settled.

But who knows that Chen Jielong understands the sentence "send him a ride" as "send him back to the West." ”

The shot was as fast as lightning, and without waiting for Fang Zhe to react, he directly twisted Mr. Li's neck off.

The most important thing is in front of someone's father!

Thanks to Fang Zhe's eagerness, he immediately pounced on Chen Jielong, and shouted at the group of people who were still in a daze: "Evacuate quickly!" This guy is under control, and there is still danger in this building! ”

When he turned his head to say this, he deliberately glared at the person in charge of Mr. Chen.

Fortunately, the guy was sensible and immediately left with all the people around him, even if Mr. Li's father was reluctant to leave, he was still dragged away.

No one cares whether it's true or not, because no one spares their lives.

Chen Jielong, who was inexplicably pressed to the ground, was a little angry and a little aggrieved, he felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Obviously, it was the other party who said that he would give someone a ride, so he did it.

Chen Jielong felt that he was already very empathetic.

Seeing that the people on the ground were faintly showing signs of anger, Fang Zhe helplessly comforted again: "Ten meat buns, my mobile phone is out of battery, you hurry up and report this matter to Yang Haixin, and then demolish this building, and we will go back." ”

"Twenty."

"Thirty, you can do the demolition."

"Howler!"

The few punches that were charged were directly smashed by Chen Jielong on the building, like cannonballs.

Looking at the crumbling and collapsing building, the two ran away quickly.

Unexpectedly, when he was halfway through, Chen Jielong suddenly stopped, and thick smoke billowed behind him.

The backdrop is spectacular.

I saw him ask solemnly, "Do you know what my punch is called?" ”

Fang Zhe didn't know why: "I don't want to know." ”

Chen Jielong chuckled, looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, and said indifferently: "My punch is called the fission of the earth." ”

"Forty meat buns, go back and tell Yang Haixin, it's Mr. Li who doesn't cooperate with us, you can't get used to it and cause you to get sick, so you twisted people's necks, do you know?"

"Howler!"

......

"That's it, that's it, that guy is being trained by Yang Haixin, so I'll come to see you. In short, it's better to go on a mission with you, Chen Jielong, that guy, brainless! ”

Fang Zhe complained bitterly and hatefully, as if he had been wronged.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Chen Jielong's guy really carried the pot on himself for forty meat buns, and when he was scolded, he still looked beautiful.

Zheng Siming smiled strangely, he knew Chen Jielong's problem, so he didn't say anything, just said: "I'm tired." ”

He brought back the oxygen mask and lay down.

Fang Zhe didn't say anything, after all, Zheng Siming was seriously injured and needed to recuperate.

He pulled out his dead phone and looked around for an outlet, intending to pass the time by checking the latest news.

After looking for a long time, it was not until I was in the corner that I saw a plug-in board that had been plugged in with various plugs.

Without thinking about it, he took out the mobile phone charger, unplugged a seemingly inconspicuous plug, and charged his mobile phone.

As he crouched on the ground, expecting his black-screen phone to shine again.

Zheng Siming, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly widened his eyes, and he found that the oxygen mask on his face suddenly stopped oxygen transportation.

"Fang Zhe... You're here to kill me... ”

"Huh?"