Gao Zhengnan's room is also on the second floor, which is arranged by Director Liao, because his master bedroom is also on this floor.

Madame was quite unhappy, but after all, she said with a smile on her face: "You are welcome to come and stay at home for a long time." ”

Gao Zhengnan sighed, thinking of this scene, he smiled a little embarrassedly.

He opened his backpack and carried only the book "The Shepherd's Fantastic Journey" inside, except for his clothes. He opened his book, sat on the balcony, and read carefully by the help of a wall lamp.

Sanwang stood on the balcony of Director Liao's room and saw that his wife was smashing her earrings fiercely: "Why let a stranger live in, and don't discuss it with me in advance." Do the guards have to use people from outside?"

Director Liao was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, his hands moving slowly, staring at the faces in the mirror. He had also charged on the front line of arrest, and he had rubbed shoulders with criminal bullets, and he was not a coward, and when did he start to feel afraid? Did he sit in the position of commissioner? No, it was earlier! It was the time to leave Tuxian? No, it was a little earlier, yes, it was the time when the arrest warrant was signed. His hands also hesitated, but one after another: "Timeliness, comrade! We want timeliness, we want to be fast and ruthless! His hands began to tremble, but he still wrote his name.

"Did you listen to me? At some point, the lady walked up behind him and shouted at him.

"Zhao Qizhu!" Director Liao's throat twitched.

Zhao Qizhu is the name of his wife, and for so many years, her husband has always spoken to her calmly and tactfully, and he has never called her full name like at this moment. She was a little panicked, what was wrong with him? Did he know something? For a moment, she froze.

Director Liao looked back at his wife's appearance, sobered up, spit out the foam in his mouth, wiped it with a towel, and said, "I'm brushing my teeth!"

Zhao Qizhu understood that this was her husband defending herself, she didn't continue to entangle, but just said coquettishly: "I'm scared to death, why do you call me my full name." ”

Liao Zhijie was in a nervous state all day, and at this moment, his wife's coquettishness made him suddenly relax, and laughed: "You were originally called Zhao Qizhu!"

He took a sip of boiled water on the table, spit it into the basin, and said, "I'll go to the study to read some documents, and you can sleep first." ”

Zhao Qizhu grabbed him: "Hell, what kind of documents are you reading so late!"

Liao Zhijie's face couldn't help but change when he heard the word "ghost": "You know!" He shook off Zhao Qizhu's hand and walked towards Gao Zhengnan's bedroom.

Zhao Qizhu looked dazed, and she really couldn't tell what her husband was thinking again. She held her palms, and a resolute look appeared on her face: "Coming to this point, it's not just one person who is uncomfortable. ”

Sanwang quietly watched this scene through the glass window and said, "Is it just uncomfortable?"

Zhao Qizhu was still muttering to herself: "What can I do?" She sat on the edge of the bed in pain and covered her face, and after a while, she raised her head again and said fiercely: "It's your business that you're afraid, and I don't regret what I did." She lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed, closing her eyes, never thinking about the past, after all, the living must continue to live.

When there was a knock on the door, Gao Zhengnan thought that Director Liao might not have slept so peacefully tonight.

"Let's get used to it!" Director Liao's smile was sincere.

"It's good!" Gao Zhengnan nodded, he understood Director Liao's concern. After all, the less people know about this kind of thing, the better, and his field application is very clear, assisting the police station in investigating the theft case, which seems to be just an ordinary incident.

Director Liao walked into the room with his hands behind his back and saw that the light on the balcony was on, and the books on the coffee table were turning the pages under the wind.

"Read the book!" Director Liao walked over and was about to pick up the book, when a strong feeling of dizziness hit him, and he calmed down and took a few steps back.

Gao Zhengnan hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Are you okay?"

Director Liao retreated into the room, as if everything was normal again. He smiled and waved his hand: "I'm old, I get dizzy when I look down, and my blood pressure is a little abnormal." ”

Gao Zhengnan asked cautiously, "Do you want to sit down for a while?"

Director Liao waved his hand: "Don't sit, you can rest early, by the way, don't close the door." He admonished, seemingly casually.

Gao Zhengnan nodded, indicating that he remembered.

Director Liao turned around and just wanted to go downstairs, when the phone rang. Without waiting for Yang Xin to come out of the living room to answer, Zhao Qizhu, who was already lying down in the master bedroom, got up, turned over and sat down and hooked up the microphone with his hand.

"Is it Mrs. Liao?" said the person on the other side of the earpiece.

Zhao Qizhu couldn't help but hold the phone with both hands: "It's me, what's wrong?"

To be able to call this landline in the middle of the night, she can only think of one place.

"Zhao Qiyuan is sick again! Can you come over now?"

Sure enough, it was the person she thought of.

"What's wrong?" Liao Zhijie walked in and asked.

"Xiao Yuan's illness has happened again. Zhao Qizhu's voice trembled.

Liao Zhijie put his right hand on her shoulder and comforted: "I'll go with you!"

Zhao Qizhu began to cry silently: "I really can't do anything about him." Her shoulders trembled, and Mrs. Liao, who couldn't be defeated by all difficulties, only had this one weakness.

Her husband's embrace made her forget the unhappiness just now: "You change your clothes first, and I'll call Xiao Liu." ”

Gao Zhengnan stood at the staircase on the second floor and watched Director Liao come out, and asked, "Is there anything you need my help with?"

Director Liao thought for a while and said, "Will you go to Qingshan Hospital?"

"There is a mobile phone navigation, it should not be difficult to find. Gao Zhengnan said.

Director Liao nodded: "I originally wanted to call Xiao Liu, otherwise you can accompany us for a trip!"

"Okay. Gao Zhengnan took out his mobile phone and began to navigate the address while walking towards the garage.

Zhao Qizhu didn't have time to put on makeup, so he casually wore a sweatshirt and followed Liao Zhijie downstairs.

Sanwang looked at the busy Liao couple and shook her head, she walked to the place where Gao Zhengnan was sitting and reading, saw the pot of black tulips, and muttered: "It's really willful, even if that person is guilty, you don't even let him get close." This is like the temper of a flower. ”

The black tulip lazily stretched out a petal and spit out a circle of muffle, like a naughty child, like an elder coquettish.

Sanwang was about to pick up the book on the table, when suddenly a bad wind blew, and the flower pot was lifted into the air, and the flowers all bloomed in an instant, emitting abnormal blue light waves, which spread out one after another. Sanwang waved out her right hand, and a cloud of black gas rushed into her face, directly hitting her right hand, and before the night light could be released, it was wrapped around her right arm by black gas. This kind of lifeless style of play, Sanwang has never encountered it, and she only feels that thousands of wisps of resentment are transmitted from her right arm to her heart. She secretly screamed in her heart that it was not good, and recited the mantra of Po Duo with her heart, and the golden light in her left hand was raised, and the black qi was slowly stretched, and the tulips in mid-air also waved the blue light. The black gas was stretched into the width of a noodle, but it was getting longer and longer, and Sanwang's left hand grabbed his right hand, and shouted: "Out!" The black weather A sharp arrow was shot into the air, the petals of the tulips shook violently, and the blue light waves became more and more dazzling, surrounding the black gas. The black gas spun faster and faster, turning from a straight line into a huge whirlpool, and it seemed that it was about to swallow the black tulips back. Sanwang condensed into the light of the night, and the mantra in her mouth became faster and faster, as if countless fiery red imprints flew on the black gas, forming burning holes one by one, and a strange voice in the black gas said: "Your voice!"