When Luo Sheng chased out, An Yi was nowhere to be seen. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Back in Connola's room, Rasson felt a thorn in his nerves.

Hint? Psychological suggestion?

All the portraits on the walls looked at him and were very annoying. Like the first time he came here, with some apprehension, because he had heard Connola's name and knew that this woman lived in a filthy basement like a monster, but he didn't expect that in Cheng Yin's office, he found a photo of Cheng Yin and Connora - an intimate group photo with the beach as the background - the back of the photo reads: To love, K.

Luo Sheng thinks that Connora is a mistress, and it also depends on Cheng Yin that he has said that he is married, but for more than two years, he has not seen Cheng Yin meet with his so-called wife, and he has not even made a phone call (not once in his memory, Luo Sheng feels that his memory is fine) On the contrary, once on Valentine's Day, Cheng Yin actually ordered flowers, and Luo Sheng, prompted by curiosity, checked Cheng Yin's flower delivery address - No. 67 Wantong Road.

He sneaked to see it, only to vomit everything in his stomach on the side of the street.

This also became the reason why when he saw the photo, it was easy for him to think that it must be Connola's place.

He copied down his name and address on a piece of paper.

Then, he naturally found here, he wanted to find Cheng Yin, he had to find him.

He entered the room and saw that the walls were covered with strange portraits of people, although they were all normal on the surface, and there was a hopelessness in sight rather than fear. I don't know why, but I just feel that way.

And this drug-addicted woman gave Luo Sheng a card - a werewolf card.

"Cheng Yin said, if you can find here, I'll give you this."

The woman said this, she stretched out her fingers that seemed to be only bones, thin and scary, and gently pointed to the card, "Here, you can ask a question, and I will give you the answer." ”

The card reads: Psychic card, I want to point out if the 2 players are in the same faction (villager or werewolf)? At least one werewolf? Are witches men?

Rason asked the first question, and Connora gave the answer.

Questions and answers, alternating to construct a ridiculous path. Luo Sheng, like an ox pulled by a rope, let it go and imprisoned in it.

And if everything that makes sense is a hint? What exactly does that imply?

Werewolf card, Luo Sheng subconsciously touched his clothes pocket...... In fact, in the apartment on the 29th floor, the werewolf card that An Yi saw was not the first one that Luo Sheng got. The first one was in another pocket - Rason pulled out the card that Connora had given him.

It occurred to him that if he hadn't asked the first of the three questions on the board, would Connolla's answer be different?

The outline of the event tossed and turned between my fingers several times, but I could not find its shape.

Rason rummaged around Connolla's house, but after all, he didn't have a single game card, but he found a medical record.

To borrow An Yi's words: A person does not lie when facing death.

According to the medical records, Connora suffered from femoral artery hemangiosm, and according to medical knowledge, Luo Sheng knew that this thing was caused by long-term injection of drugs into the blood vessels, and once it exploded......

Rasheng ran out of the room and disappeared in front of the portraits that filled the walls.

I remember the first time I saw Connola, she was already in a very bad condition, the whole body was stinky and dry, like a corpse, but she still kept a smile when she talked to Luo Sheng, her eyes were deeply sunken, she grinned like a grin, and her gums and tongue were already blackened. She laughed like a demon that she couldn't see, and Luo Sheng took it.

Getting into a taxi, Luo Sheng told the driver to go to the Municipal People's Hospital.

Connoola's medical records are all from the Department of Orthopedic Surgery of the Municipal People's Hospital, and the hemangioma belongs to the orthopedic category. Yu Weiliang is the attending physician there.

On the way, Luo Sheng dialed An Yi's phone-

"To Siem Reap, Cambodia, I arrived one flight late."

An Yi was confused on the other end of the phone, and listened to the uneven state of breathing, probably because he had been chasing the black shadow just now and never stopped.

"The man just now, the one who shot at the institute, went to the airport."

"Don't chase it, An Yi, I'll make a long story short now, everything you are used to thinking about next, make choices with abnormal thinking, you said believe me, go to Cambodia, I'll explain to you."

Hanging up the phone, Luo Sheng looked through the car window and saw that the gray roof and the fiery sky were strangely in harmony, but they blended with each other naturally.

......

Extra beds are placed in the inner corridor of the orthopedic surgery department, and patients who cannot fit in the 10-square-meter ward sleep in the corridor.

The environment is messy and complicated, and you can see lunch boxes and infusion sets, portable reclining chairs, and ECG monitors at the same time...... The child's cry goes on and off in the rhythm of the ventilator going up and down. In addition to the ICU and operating room, as long as it is a ward, you will see the overlapping scenes of life and death and daily life.

Luo Sheng took out the mask he bought at the hospital general store and put it on, he was afraid that the nurses here would recognize him, even though he had rarely met Yu Weiliang here before. He didn't want to alarm that woman, Yu Weiliang said the wrong thing during the interview with An Yi, which couldn't help but make Luo Sheng doubt this woman with a certain degree of fear. Moreover, since they met Yu Weiliang on July 2nd, they broke up because of a quarrel - this is a decision influenced by external factors.

Because, if it was a good conversation, then Rasheng would not have gone to the institute alone that night, maybe the situation would have been very different later, everything could have been different, and it was even more questionable whether he would have shot someone on the roof on July 9.

Rason needs to be very cautious, and every step he makes now will affect the outcome later.

After passing through the water without a trace, on the list of bed numbers, he found Connolla. She was in the intensive care unit and was critically ill.

The intensive care room was a separate ward, and Luo Sheng leaned close to the transparent glass frame on the door and looked in, where the woman who looked like a moldy and dried corpse was lying on it, with a breathing tube in her mouth, and she seemed to be unconscious.

Luo Sheng walked into the intensive care room on tiptoe, the smell of alcohol was particularly strong, and the air pressure cylinder of the ventilator rose and fell like a steamer.

Rason only wanted to ask Connora one question, which was crucial, but for now, his thoughts were clearly broken - Connora was unconscious.

He fumbled for the game cards in his pocket and decided to become a dead horse doctor.

"What about the patients in the intensive care unit? Is the test report out today? ”

"Came out, now the patient is still in a coma and has low blood pressure."

"Check it out."

The voice came in from the corridor, and Luo Sheng heard it, it was the cool voice of the fish, and it was getting closer and closer to this ward. In the entire monitoring room, monitors, ventilators, infusion pumps, and ambulances are readily available. But there is no place to hide a single person.

Bathroom in the intensive care unit? Not advisable! It is not excluded that the woman who is as vigilant as a falcon - the keen hearing of mosquitoes can be heard in death rock music - Luo Sheng may meet this woman in the custody room if he moves slightly in the bathroom.

What to do, what to do? Luo Sheng rolled his eyes and searched for a place to hide at the speed of light...... The footsteps had already reached the door...... "click", and Yu Weiliang unscrewed the doorknob and walked in.