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Xu Guichi sat quietly at the head of the bed, his eyes were worried, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing was a little short.

The moonlight outside the window was hazy, and all the views looked unrealistic.

He lifted the quilt, hooked his slippers with his foot, and slowly stepped on the floor to the window.

He stretched out his hand to open the window, and the night wind blew through his sideburns, raising the curtains and making a rustling sound.

He touched his forehead, a little surprised, and then smiled, this was the second nightmare he had since he was fifteen, and the feeling of suffocation had almost killed him.

This time, he didn't know why, and started again.

He once went to a doctor for treatment, and it took a lot of money to hear the word heal from the doctor's mouth.

But now, Xu Guichi frowned.

Why did you start having that dream again?

Xu Guichi sighed slightly, wiped off the sweat stains with his arm, and stared at the sweat on his arm for a long time when he took his hand away, and finally chose to turn a blind eye.

He had a hunch in his heart that he probably didn't live long.

But at whose hands it will die, it is unknown.

Xu Guichi smiled, his whole face was full of smiles, but if it looked like it was terrifying from the eyes of others.

He laughed muffled, his voice swirling in his chest, one by one, and gradually lowered, and there he squatted and blew the wind all night.

When Damu came to look for him the next day, he found him squatting by the window, and he hurriedly helped Xu Guichi up while calling someone.

But he unexpectedly felt that Xu Guichi's whole person was cold, obviously freezing all night.

Damu was a little unsure, and asked cautiously, Lu Shao, are you okay?

Xu Gui didn't speak, looking at the floor with his eyes open.

Damu turned his head and looked again, and found that Xu Guichi's eyes were red, his lips were a little dry, and he was stunned for two seconds, so he quickly asked someone to bring a glass of water and handed it to Xu Guichi.

Xu Guichi looked at Damu, drank the water expressionlessly, and then said, Find me a hospital, the best hospital in the country.

Damu nodded, and after seeing that Xu Guichi was fine, he stayed for a while and left.

Xu Gui hesitated for a while, rubbed his temples, and began to change his clothes when he was in better spirits.

After changing his clothes, he received a call from Taki, and Xu Guichi hung up the phone with a simple hum.

Damu looked at Xu Guichi with some apprehension, the information in his hand was wrinkled, his lips were closed one by one, and there was no sound.

Xu Guichi frowned, what's wrong.

Damu didn't speak, the horizontal flesh on his face was almost twisted together, Xu Guichi was impatient, and took away a few pieces of paper from Damu's hand.

Xu Guichi looked at it page by page, his eyebrows wrinkled more and more tightly with the number of pages Xu Guichi read, and finally his face turned black directly.

He tore the paper without hesitation, and threw all the paper that was so broken that it couldn't be put together from the car window.

Xu Gui didn't speak for a long time, and his face was dark.

Damu is also a person who has followed him from birth to death for several years, and although he is not well aware of Xu Guichi's emotional changes, he can still have some understanding.

But he doesn't get it now.

Don't you have a crush on her. Tamu burst out.

Xu Guichi's eyes tightened, I checked her information before but I was just suspicious, and now that the suspicion has been lifted, I don't bother to kill another person who has nothing to do with it.

Xu Guichi stopped, and looked at Damu with a little bit of displeasure.

Tamu nodded, looked at the place where Xu Guichi had thrown away the information, and frowned.

I see, I'm not going to inquire about her anymore.

After a pause, he said again, but Lu Shao, that woman can't touch it.

After saying that, Tatsuki got out of the car, and I don't know where he went.

Xu Guichi looked at his back, thought of the information he had seen, and didn't say anything in the end.