Tan Jing saw the images that Ono had brought back from hell, and he finally understood why Ono was so stimulated - those static portraits had already given him great tremors, let alone seeing her in real life.

While Tan Jing was looking at the portraits, Ono kept staring at his face and observing the expression on his face. There was an uproar outside the door, and when the police, alarmed by the gunshots, finally arrived at the scene, Ono shrank sharply, covered her ears with her hands, and hid in the shadows under the window. She had been like this for the past two days, and every strange knock on the door made her feel terrified.

Tan Jing got up from the ground and walked to the door: "Who?" ”

"Police! Someone reported that there was a shooting here! ”

"Who is the deceased?"

The person outside the door was stunned for a moment: "No...... I don't know. ”

"It's a shooting case if there are no dead people," Tan Jing said, "This is the private residence of Mr. Ono, the chief political secretary of the Japanese Consulate in Marina, so don't disturb it." ”

There was silence outside the door for a while, as if to verify the truth of his words, and it took a long time before replying, and his attitude had become flattering: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ono! We are also on official business, please understand! ”

Tan Jing replied indifferently: "Forgive you, let's go." ”

He returned to Ono Maida again, and the room was dark and quiet without lights, and Tan Jing did not speak, but carefully went through all the images that Ono had drawn - the result of her tireless sleep since she returned from Yuxian Academy.

He straightened the stack of papers and took Midra Ono into his arms.

She was right, this is a cruel scene that should not exist in the world, and it is an act that even her own people will spit on. This is no longer a war between two countries, but a struggle between humans and demons.

Ono Meidai cried bitterly in Tan Jing's arms, the string in her heart that had collapsed to the critical point suddenly broke, and the fear that was forcibly suppressed by reason surged into her heart at this moment, she was crying and trembling, wiping her tears with her palm, and the tears seeped into the wound in her palm that was pierced by a pencil, and the pain made her gasp for a while.

Tan Jing forcibly pulled her injured hand away and held it in the palm of her hand, Ono Medai wiped all her tears on Tan Jing's shoulder, his body warmth warmed the clothes wet with tears, Ono Medai closed her eyes and leaned on it, feeling like she was covered with a hot towel.

She fell asleep in the crook of her arm, one hand still tugging at his cuff. Tan Jing carried her to the bed, took off her shirt and pinched her, went to boil hot water to wipe her face, and carefully treated the wound in her palm. Only then did he realize that Midai Ono was having a high fever, and her cheeks and forehead were frighteningly hot.

He went downstairs to buy medicine, repaired the outer door that had been damaged by his profiteering, and pulled the table back to its place. The stack of sketches was still in the living room, and Tan Jing pressed the tightrope tape recorder, took out his pocket camera from his bag, turned on the lamp, took pictures of each portrait, and then put them away and put them in a drawer.

Mida Ono slept until midnight with Tanjing's shirt in her arms, and the scene of the underground laboratory came to life in her dreams, where the girl soaked in formalin was trying to reach around and put her harvested organs back into her body. Ono returned to the place where the white light was dazzling, and heard the girl sobbing and saying to her, "Can you help me sew my belly up?" I hurt so much. ”

She screamed and jumped out of bed, the light in the bedroom suddenly turned on, and she was taken into an embrace, and the person holding her seemed to have just been awakened by her from sleep, and his voice was muffled, repeating over and over again: "Mei Dai, Mei Dai, you are at home, you are safe, don't be afraid." ”

Sleep reactivated Ono's partially stalled brain, and she realized that the thing she was holding in her dream that would give her sense of security turned out to be a men's shirt.

She broke free from that embrace, and the person who held her woke up at this moment, and the warmth that had flashed when she was delirious disappeared without a trace. Tan Jing let go of Midai Ono, took his shirt from her hand and put it on, and touched her forehead.

"It's still a bit of a low-grade fever," he said, shaking the thermometer, "but it's not caused by the lighting, so it should go down quickly." ”

Ono Meidai didn't react for a moment to talk about why Jing was here, Mu Ran took the thermometer and clamped it under his armpit. Her mind had fully come to her senses, and the past two days had been like a nightmare, she looked at her bandaged right hand, picked it up and waved it at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you." ”

Tan Jing smiled: "You're welcome." ”

He poured a cup of hot water, put the pill he was going to take in a moment on a tissue, and sat down on the edge of the bed again: "You have been absent from work for two and a half days, but the consulate has not heard any movement. ”

Ono Midai nodded: "The consul general is not here, there are no new tasks." ”

She suddenly looked at Tan Jing: "Why are you here?" ”

"It's a little late to think of asking this question now." Tan Jing replied jokingly, and then said, "Dean Lu is looking for you everywhere and called me, he should have sent someone to knock on your door, but you didn't answer, so I thought you were missing." ”

"Then how do you know I'm home?"

"When you leave home, is there any other place you can go on the beach?" Tan Jing looked at her watch and motioned for her to take out the thermometer, "When you talked about your family before, your expression was very gentle, and you kept the apartment very well, so I miss home should be a place that you value very much." ”

Ono handed him the thermometer and didn't speak for a while. In this troubled world, an independent space that belongs completely to herself and is not monitored and listened to by others is one of the few places that can comfort her tired soul.

She lowered her head slightly and joked, "It seems that I will hide from you next time, and I can't hide at home." ”

"Why are you hiding from me?" Tan Jing saw the numbers on the thermometer, relaxed a lot, and handed her the pills on the bedside table one by one.

Ono was just joking, and he asked so seriously that she was stuck: "No, I ...... I ......"

Tan Jing lifted the bottom of her cup, signaled her to take medicine quickly, and at the same time relieved the siege empatheticly: "It's really not easy, I should be the first person to see the scene where Secretary Ono is stuck, right?" ”

"Oh, if you want to be sure of me, you don't have to be in such a hurry." Tan Jing gently patted her back while handing over tissues, and at the same time promised seriously, "Please rest assured, Secretary Ono, I won't go out and talk nonsense." ”

He didn't mention a word about the underground laboratory of Yuxian Academy, on the one hand, he was afraid of stimulating Ono Meidai's nerves that had finally calmed down, and on the other hand, he didn't know what Ono Meidai's plans were for this matter. Judging from her reaction, this secret experiment is not only hidden from the international community, but also a high-level secret mission within Japan.

He didn't mention it, and Ono Meidai didn't mention it, the picture she drew would eventually be handed over to Lu Peiming, and the evidence would eventually be handed over to Lu Peiming. Tan Jing's attention to this matter, she has already learned from Lu Peiming, but it is a pity that he is a person from the military commander, and this credit will ultimately be led by the central commander.

The two of them have their own little calculations, but on the surface they are happy. Ono Medai searched her stomach and gossiped with each other, trying to keep him, because she didn't want to be left alone, for fear that those dark memories would sweep through the depths of her mind and eat away at her little by little in the empty room.

Tan Jing put the head of the bed away and helped her lie down. Those few hours of sleep were not enough to make up for the energy she had expended, she was already tired, but she was still chattering. Tan Jing thought it was funny, dragged a chair to her bedside, sat down on the chair, and held Ono Meidai's hand: "I'm not leaving, you can sleep." ”

He once again broke her careful thoughts, Ono Meidai was lying on the bed, feeling that her cheeks were feverish, and she didn't dare to look at his smiling face, she pulled out her hand, and the whole person turned over in the quilt, turned her back to Tan Jing and said, "Who wants to keep you, hurry up." ”

Tan Jing chuckled and really got up and walked out. Ono Meidai sat up in panic, and just half shouted "sigh" when the whole room suddenly went dark, and Tan Jing turned off the light.

"You sleep, I'm not leaving."

His voice came from the darkness, and then the footsteps returned, and she was helped to lie down, tucked the quilt, and heard the crunch of the chair beside the bed.