About a few dozen minutes later, the professor arrived at the hospital.

The professor saw her.

He was less than twenty minutes behind her.

But it's too late.

The woman sat on a chair with blood on her arms, her palms covering her face, her arms supporting her head, and her.

The professor walked over and sat down beside her.

Wang Xizhi was almost overwhelmed by the extreme grief and anger, and with countless senses and restraints, he could only do not get angry with the person around him, and not vent his emotions that were about to burst now.

"Yes, I know about it." The professor didn't reach out to touch her, but whispered to her. "Whether I took Ji into account or not, I can't deny that I gave up thinking about it in the end."

He went to the hotel, where a cordon had been set up, and he also learned from the police about the cause and effect.

"Or rather, for a moment, I thought about it, and then I said to Pavarotti, 'Forget it, it's nothing.'"

The professor said this because she wanted her to cry or question him by the collar. The lady used to be angry with him the most, and she might feel better if she vented like this.

"I thought about it, but I just didn't want to care."

After he finished speaking, there was still no response, if it weren't for the tears oozing between the fingers of her palms, she was sobbing, and she couldn't even tell that she was crying.

The professor stroked her back and said, "Don't do that, king, say something." ”

"Don't put up with it."

"King?"

Wang Xizhi has never been able to respond to him.

It was like a candle, and when the flame was about to go out, it lit up for a moment.

And now the heat of the flame made the professor dare not easily take her into his arms.

He didn't think that it would be like this, he thought that the young master would die, the king would die, and even he might have an accident, but he didn't think that Ji would die.

Obviously he is the purest one.

In any case, she was the only one who experienced this, even if she was in a bad mental state, even if the professor objected, the police still wanted to ask some inside information.

When the police came, she took the professor's handkerchief, wiped her face clean, and calmly told the cause and effect in a slightly hoarse voice, and told everything she had to say, and the rest should be Carlos or someone else's.

Reinhard soon came too, even old Carlos.

Both of them glanced at the professor, then at the still lit operating room, and old Carlos asked, "Is Adams okay, ma'am?" ”

"A shot in the right rib will not be dangerous." The lady's voice was a little unkind, and she said coldly, "Then now if I allow it, I will be absent." ”

"Of course, please." Unlike Reinhard, or the way he treats the young master, this Karos pillar seems to be very easy to speak.

If it was before, when the young master mentioned those things and people, Carlos would definitely scoff at them.

On the way back, because Reinhard had already said that Ji was a friend of the young master, and the lady was also a friend of the young master, these two people, who had nothing to do with this party, appeared just to help their son.

"I'm sorry about that kid." Said old Carlos.

The lady stopped, didn't look back, and went to the bathroom.

The professor glanced at her back, not daring to follow for the first time.

He kept looking at the lady to keep her from getting out of his grasp.

However, now that she is out of everyone's control, only she can restrain herself, or rather, Ji survives.

But God can't do that.

The young master's operation was very successful, he was sent to the general ward, he was still in a coma, the anesthetic had not yet subsided, and old Carlos stayed for a while after he was fine.

"Take good care of your brother, you don't have to tell him I've been here." He said this to Reinhard, glancing at the haggard little boy before leaving.

He was much thinner than when he first came home, and compared to the moment he left home, he looked like a thousand-year-old mummy.

After the lady came back, she should have taken care of it, but she just glanced at it to confirm the young master's condition, and then went outside the ward.

The professor finally chased after her, grabbed her, and asked, "Wang?" ”

"I'm fine." Her tone was light, "Just go for a walk." ”

"If you're feeling uncomfortable, or blaming me, please speak up." The professor looked at her pleadingly, and bowed his head.

"I don't blame you for anything." She said coldly, and such a tone made such words very unconvincing. "You don't have an obligation to care if they live or die."

"You're right about one thing, even if I'm there, I can only watch the innocent little boy die."

At that time, in the case of Joan Lewis, when Wang insisted on sending her home, the professor said something similar to her before knocking her unconscious.

"This time, I still didn't do anything."

"You have done your best, put everything you have, Ji's matter is an accident that everyone regrets." The professor looked at her with very sad eyes and said. "A long time ago, you were very good at blaming yourself for responsibilities that didn't belong to you."

"I've never understood why you're always angry with me, but now I finally understand that it's not because of our opposite personality."

"You should be angry with me, and if you're willing to be angry with me and want to blame me, that's the best thing to do."

"That's what I mean to you, ma'am. You can blame me and lose your temper with me, even if it's willful and vexatious. ”

"But I ask you to stop blaming yourself."

It's like a basin of ice water poured on a hot stone, although it may not cool her down, at least her appearance is no longer too hot to be approached.

Only then did he reach out and embrace the king.

Wang Xizhi didn't push him away, she hugged him gently with her backhand, but she still refused to cry, she didn't want to be weak, she turned back to the king who was covered in thorns and was very autonomous.

Once she couldn't help but rely on him, once this anger was vented, Wang knew that she would never be able to find it in her life.

"You know...... Did he say anything to me? The lady asked him almost audibly.

The professor hugged her tightly.

"He apologized to me." Wang's tone seemed to be mocking and self-deprecating, and she repeated: "He apologizes to me." ”

At the last moment of his life, he was apologizing, not knowing what he was apologizing and to whom.

But she couldn't bear a little boy, when he ended his life prematurely, he apologized to all the people and things in this world, he was heavy, and he was about to crush her.

"In my country, there is a saying that there are no more than three things." The king said softly, his words were weak, without confidence, full of sorrow, without determination. "This time, I will never tolerate it again."

From Dakmund, to under that bridge, to the Egonbio Hotel.

For the sake of his brother, Alice, Steward, Ji, for Steve, Allport, Taylor and himself, countless people lost in Darkmond, Wang Xizhi will do whatever it takes to get justice.

"I still don't want you to ...... You are dangerous, and Cesare will not let you go. ”

What does it mean for Cesare to show up there, disrupt Cesare's actions and save the young master?

"I won't let him go, and this won't stop until one of him and one of me is dead."

The professor wrapped his arms around her.

But there is nothing in the world that can trap her anymore.