In the hospital, a small figure was lying quietly on the side of the bed, and there was a boy lying on the bed, more than one meter six tall, neither obese nor emaciated, but a little strong.

He has a well-proportioned face, and although his facial features are not very delicate, they give people a very harmonious feeling.

His skin was a little pale, his lips were very shriveled, and his thin upper and lower lips had lost their original luster.

A long bandage was wrapped around his left arm, white cotton wrapped around it from top to bottom, and in the upper part of this arm, a pungent potion, and his left hand was fixed in his right hand, and a bandage held both hands together.

He had a long tube stuck in his right wrist, and a bottle of potion was hanging diagonally above the bed.

Tick-tock, although no sound could be heard, the bottle of potion could be seen slowly being delivered to the young man's right wrist.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew outside the window, and it was very cool, and new air suddenly poured into the ward, and the smell of the strong potion immediately became much thinner.

At the same time, the boy with his eyes closed suddenly opened, and a pair of black and white pupils were staring around.

Suddenly, he stopped his eyes on the sleeping girl, sighed slightly, and then opened his pale lips and bit the needle hard, his teeth were very strong, and he bit the needle with only a light bite.

The potion spilled on the bed.

He removed the needle and lifted the futon with his right hand, which could only move.

He put on his slippers on the ground, and then he stood up, walking cautiously, afraid of waking the sleeping girl.

He slowly moved to the door and gently pulled the door open, the sound of the door opening was very small, and the girl did not respond at all. He paused, turned his head to look at the sleeping girl, smiled knowingly, and walked out without hesitation.

The door slowly closed, and his mouth suddenly twitched, and a crumpled note suddenly spat out of his mouth.

Ertong looked at this note, and suddenly burst out with a cold breath. He spread out the note with his right hand, and a few small words were written on it, "See you on the roof of the hospital at 11:11 tonight."

The handwriting on this is very neatly written, and each stroke is vigorous and powerful, especially the end of the last word, which can be described as seamless.

These fonts can definitely be called unique, the pen is soft and strong, definitely a master of calligraphy, and this person's personality is the same as his font, soft and strong.

Outside, the night was shining in the black, and Ertong was quietly staring outside through the door wall.

Suddenly there was a dinging sound in his ears, the elevator went up to the third floor from below, he pressed the button to go up, and the elevator door slowly pushed from the middle to both sides, he glanced around, and after making sure that no one was following, he walked directly into the ladder and pressed the number on the top floor.

The elevator goes from the bottom up, and in the silence of the night, no one will ride the elevator at all.

Ertong quickly went up to the top floor, and the iron door leading to the outside of the rooftop had been opened, and a slender figure outside stood quietly on the edge of the rooftop, standing with his hands in his hands, his head slightly raised, as if staring at the silent night sky.

The night was quiet, and the slippers didn't make much noise when they stepped on the ground.

Ertong walked over quietly, and the man seemed to have his eyes open on his back, and suddenly said something.

"You're here."

Then he kept his previous movements, looking down at the night sky like a king.

Ertong stared at this person, looking for traces of him in his memory, but after thinking about it over and over again, there was still no memory of him.

"Who are you! What are you looking for me? Ertong looked at him suspiciously.

As soon as Ertong's words came out, this person suddenly turned around, and a pair of deep eyes looked at him directly, which made Ertong surprised for a while.

They looked at each other, but he spoke again.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I found you." The man spoke slowly, with a mystery in his tone, like his face, so dark that it was impossible to see.

Ertong looked at him, from bottom to top, from head to toe, everywhere he could see, he would look at it again and again.

He was dressed in featureless clothes and was covered in ordinary clothes.

He had a pair of white hands, and the fingers were very thin, each finger longer than the average person.

These hands are very suitable for playing the piano, but he is not dressed like a pianist, but like a street magician, wearing a black shirt with long sleeves, two buttons on the sleeves and wrists, and two rings on his left hand, which still exude a faint reflection even in the middle of the night.

"Looking for me?" Ertong's expression was even more puzzled: "We don't seem to know each other." ”

"That was before, and now we have met, and we know each other." The mysterious man spoke lightly, as soon as the words fell, his palm shook slightly, and a poker suddenly appeared in his palm, which turned out to be a king of spades.

He walked slowly towards Ertong, his hands behind his back, his face shaking in the dark night, sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, and as he walked, his face gradually became clearer.

His face has a natural elegance, although he is very handsome, but he does not lose the demeanor of a gentleman.

This man is not a murderer, so who is he?

Just when Ertong was puzzled, the mysterious man's hand suddenly moved, he quickly raised his finger, and with a flick of his index finger, a white poker ball flew towards him.

"Remember! My name is Meng Qiuhe."

Ertong's left eyebrow jumped sharply, and he reacted immediately, this poker was aimed at his head, as long as the brain responded, he could dodge immediately, but he didn't choose to dodge after all, but resisted hard, because this poker was not murderous.

Ertong grinned suddenly, even if his left hand was injured, he couldn't shake his agile pace, only to see him take a figure-eight step, his body spun, and then his teeth opened and suddenly bit the poker.

"Poof!"

Ertong spat the poker card to the ground, and he looked up at him.

"Please also remember, my name is Xu Ertong."

"I know" the mysterious man Meng Qiuhe said: "I came here just to remind you, some things are not visible to the naked eye, the problem comes from itself, and the answer is the same, if you want to rescue the person in your mind, just find these two people." ”

Immediately, his arm shook, and a poker flew in front of Ertong, who immediately reached out to catch it, turned over the back, and there were several big words written on it, "Organization, Golden Turtle, March."

What does that mean?

Er Tong just wanted to ask Meng Qiuhe, but suddenly found that the rooftop at this time was already empty, where was his figure.

"Is it strange that he can't fly?" Ertong muttered suspiciously, looked at the empty roof, and then walked inside and returned directly to the ward.

Li Xin'an lay quietly on the side of the bed, sleeping soundly, I don't know if it was her meaning, or Zhao Yuexin's meaning, probably because she was afraid that Ertong would be lonely.

The next day, in the morning.

At seven o'clock, Li Xin's parents came to the hospital to send her back to school, and Li Xin reluctantly walked out of the ward and shook her hand at Ertong.

The sky outside was still clear, the white clouds were floating, the stars were receding, and the blue sky was shining brightly, quietly falling to the earth.

The sun is warm, shining through the curtains on the bed, instantly diffusing a ray of vitality.

There were quite a few patients walking in the morning, swaying slightly on the lawn.

Suddenly, a car stopped in a nearby parking space, the door opened, and a beautiful figure stepped out of it.

Ertong stared at the poker in his hand, unable to understand what the words on it meant.

The organization, the golden turtle, and the march seem to be easy to understand, but they are actually all-encompassing, and the meanings they represent are different depending on the place.

The door of the ward was quietly opened, and Gu Jie walked in from outside, carrying a large bag of things in her hand, and brought a breakfast by the way.

"Ertong! How's the wound on your arm. As soon as Gu Jie closed them, she saw the poker in Ertong's hand, and couldn't help but be curious: "Who gave you the poker in your hand." ”

Gu Jie immediately noticed Ertong's strange behavior, he stared at the poker card and never replied to his words.

After being stunned for a second or two, Er Tong subconsciously replied.

"Sister! There you are. Then put that poker card aside.

Gu Jie put the fruit in his hand on the table, then walked to the side of the bed and took the poker with words in his hand.

"Organize, Golden Turtle, March. What exactly does this mean. Gu Jie looked at Er Tong suspiciously.

Ertong shook his head, with a helpless expression: "Sister, I don't know, this was given to me by a man named Meng Qiuhe." ”

"Meng Qiuhe!" Gu Jie pondered for a while, but there was no information about this person in her mind. "I haven't heard of it, it seems to be just an ordinary citizen."

Ertong shook his head negatively, "This person is mysterious, comes and goes without a trace, and has strange skills, such as being able to change spells." ”

Gu Jie glanced at Ertong, "Where there are spells in the world, they are all fictional, and some are just tricks and tricks." ”

"I know," Ertong said, "that man's magic tricks are so powerful, and he doesn't need to borrow props at all." ”

Gu Jie nodded, "It seems that this person is indeed very suspicious, let me go back and check the origin of this person." ”

Ertong said: "No need sister, I still have a clear understanding of the meaning of these words, maybe if we unravel it, we can unravel the mastermind behind these things." ”

Gu Jie's expression suddenly looked very surprised, she stared at these words, she really couldn't understand what these words could represent.

Organization is easy to understand, it is a group of scattered people who get together and work together.

The golden beetle is an amphibian, and because of its small number, all of it is included in the protection list of the state.

Marching, to put it mildly, is generally used in ancient times.

"These words are easy to understand, and they don't mean anything special at all."

Ertong's expression suddenly froze: "What if they are the people who represent." ”

Gu Jie was shocked, yes, if these words are combined, it doesn't come to a conclusion that there is an organization acting in secret.

"You mean that these two people may be behind several accidents?"

Ertong nodded, but shook his head again, "It's very likely, but the killer is someone else." ”

"How?" Gu Jie's eyes suddenly lit up, Er Tong's intelligence is often higher than that of adults, and the questions she didn't expect, Er Tong already knew the answer.

I saw Ertong explain: "If the golden turtle represents money, then this person must be very rich." ”

Gu Jie nodded, feeling that what Er Tong said made sense, "And then?" She asked again.

Ertong said: "Its implementation of the army does not represent marching and fighting, but commanding. ”

Gu Jie took his words, "Then this murderer represents execution, with money, and with military advisors, he will send soldiers." ”

"Well, that's right" Ertong nodded, "so the ins and outs of the whole thing are not brewed at random, it is very likely to confuse the police and facilitate them to brew a bigger conspiracy." ”