The safe house is nothing more than a cage, and if someone tries to kill you, you have nowhere to escape. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After I uncovered the truth about Guan Yuecun and Wu Gang's murder of me, I was transferred to a sanatorium again, and the chest injury was not yet healed, so I could only lie on the bed and continue to treat.

The days of receiving treatment were very boring, but fortunately, there was Zheng Xiumin, an iceberg beauty, who was accompanied by an iceberg beauty, and after coming here, she became silent, and every day in addition to infusion and dressing change for me, she went to the room in a daze.

And I can only lie on the bed, looking at the white ceiling, the white layer on it is newly brushed, the moisture has not dried, after looking at it for a long time, I imagine what the pattern is, there is any pattern.

This sanatorium is very quiet, it seems that it is just me, Zheng Xiumin and the armed police soldiers guarding the door, the daily meals are very small, and they are all steamed vegetable soup, there is no meat and oily water, and I don't feel hungry.

In my sleep, I had already taken the medicine with the prescription prescribed for me by the seniors in the ring, and the wound recovered quickly, and I always wanted to inquire about the results of Guan Yuecun and Wu Gang from Zheng Xiumin's mouth, and she always prevaricated with "military secrets, no comment".

After four days here, I couldn't stand the boredom anymore, so I argued with Zheng Xiumin, she pressed me to the bed, and scolded: "Your injuries have healed, start removing the stitches now, and then you can get out of here!" ”

I still had the needles for the infusion on the backs of my hands, and I didn't want to touch the needles out of the blood vessels, so I didn't argue with her anymore.

Zheng Xiumin pulled the small cart, sat on the edge of the bed, and then began to disinfect her hands and prepare to remove the stitches from my wound. The only sound in the room was the clashing of surgical instruments.

As I lay on the bed, my eyes looking up at the ceiling, I felt like the world was spinning, and the white ceiling was full of skull patterns, which became clearer and clearer, with a pair of black eye holes, garlic-shaped nose holes, and a large cracked mouth revealing a row of white teeth.

Maybe I'm dazzled, I'm used to it.

However, I saw that the jasper on my chest began to flicker, and Zheng Xiumin, who was holding the tweezers and scissors, also showed a surprised gaze and asked me, "What is hanging under your neck, and it still flashes?" ”

I hurriedly reminded her: "Be careful, we are in danger!" ”

She didn't think so, and said frankly: "This is the safest place, safer than the training ground, you lie down and don't move, I'll start to remove the stitches!" ”

The teeth of the skull pattern on the ceiling closed one by one, and said in a hoarse but clear voice: "Welcome to your arrival and stay, this will be your territory!" ”

I thought I was having auditory hallucinations, so I hurriedly asked Zheng Xiumin, "Did you hear that?" Someone spoke to us. ”

"Anyone?" Zheng Xiumin looked suspicious: "It's just you and me here, I didn't speak to you?" ”

I continued to look at the ceiling, only to see that the skeleton pattern gradually grew flesh and hair, and then it dripped blood to the ground, a drop of dirty blood dripped on my forehead, I wanted to wipe it off with my hands, but found that my hands were bound by two infusion belts, unable to move, and the transparent infusion belt was not flowing with liquid medicine but my blood, and pumped into the glass bottle.

"Did you see that? ceiling, and infusion strips! I shouted to Jung so-min.

She didn't look up and continued to remove the stitches from my wound, I felt pins and needles in pain, and the image on the ceiling gave birth to skin, but it was covered with scars, it was the face of a man with a wide forehead, high cheekbones, and thick lips, two thick sword eyebrows, and a beard, but there was a scar on both cheeks and a scar on the forehead.

His hair was scattered, his mouth was open, and a large drop of black blood dripped into my right eye, causing me to feel burning pain.

I struggled desperately, but Zheng Xiumin cut the last suture, clamped out the thread, took the syringe in the stainless steel box, took a diazepam needle, and injected it into my muscle.

Under the effect of the sedative, I closed my eyes.

Then I heard a sigh from Zheng Xiumin, and the sound of packing up the equipment, and finally she pulled the quilt over me and walked out of the room.

I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt heavy. The hoarse voice whispered to me again: "Young man, thank you for coming, I can finally find a successor, here, I have stayed enough, even if I am sent to hell to be tortured, I am willing." ”

"Who? Who are you? I closed my eyes and asked, "What are you doing here, I have my own job, I won't take over your shift!" ”

I felt a large, sticky hand brushing my face, a little thick, with calluses on my fingertips and palms.

"The work you live is just to live, and the work here is forever. Tell me your name, young man, and if you say you want to take my place, I will pass on all my treasures to you! ”

In the struggle, I opened my eyes, the room was silent, the lights were on, I tried to sit and lie down, and I saw that the infusion strip on the back of my hands was still flowing with yellowish liquid, and my right eye did not feel abnormal.

"Am I hallucinating?"

Just when I was looking for Zheng Xiumin's traces, I found that the needle on the back of my hand was crooked, and a pair of large bags immediately appeared on the back of my hand, commonly known as "running needles." ”

I was about to open my mouth to shout when an old face covered with scars suddenly appeared in front of me, less than 5mm away from my face, almost close to it.

The moment this face appeared, it was as if I had been electrocuted, and I couldn't move, not even my eyes.

The face slowly grew a neck, as well as a body and limbs below the neck, and it was an old man in a white military uniform, and the epaulettes under his neck were bright red as snow.

He pulled up a chair, sat down on the edge of my bed, and said to me, "Young man, do you love your country?" Do you love the party? ”

Although I was a little afraid, I still replied without thinking: "I love, I am Chinese, of course I love my motherland, love my party, I hope to join the party as soon as possible and become an honorable party member." ”

The old soldier in front of the bed nodded and responded: "Very good, this is a sanatorium, but also a secret battlefield, I swear to defend the motherland and our new regime, and I will not hesitate to die with the enemy, I originally thought that death is the end, but I didn't expect death to be a continuation, the enemy is still eyeing us, but I can't continue to fight against them, this difficult task will be handed over to you!" ”

I'm confused, what the hell is going on? And who is this person in front of the bed?

The man stood up, his back to me, and I saw that his muscular body was already a little rickety, and his back was gradually oozing blood, staining his white military uniform red.

"I am a soldier and an underground worker, and it is my mission and duty to fight against the enemy, even if I sacrifice myself!" He turned to reveal a face full of wounds, one eyeball still hanging from the outside of the socket, and the other with a black hole in the other.

I opened my mouth wide in fright, and he said slowly with his swollen lips, "My name is Xiao Ke, what's your name?" ”

"Shock?" A very popular name, I didn't respond.

The other party said eagerly: "I'm about to leave here and participate in reincarnation, but the soul of the enemy has not dissipated yet, I can't rest assured!" Young man, I see your courage and loyalty, can you take my place and continue to hold on to this place and fight against the enemy? ”