Chapter 33 [The True Identity of the Bald Youth]

Next, the four of them successfully retreated to the murderous mansion in the east of the city, where it was quiet, and no one felt cold at noon.

As a house, the real quality of the murderous house is not bad, it is a bit similar to "Beijing No. 81" in the movie, with high walls and tall buildings, but it has not been cleaned for a long time, which is a bit unclean.

It's just that Fu Chen disposed of his tail and arrived here safely, but found that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

The bald young man, who had already lost a little too much blood, and his swarthy face was a little pale, sat on the stool on the side of the table, silent, staring at the bed with empty eyes. The same is true of the old man's daughter, who sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the old man on the bed, just silently weeping, speechless and choking.

Jin San didn't stand or sit, he stood aside silently, watching him come in, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Fu Chen believed that the movement when he walked in was big enough, and several people were not deaf and blind, so they wouldn't fail to see him coming, but they were still indifferent, and they knew that something was wrong.

Sure enough, when he saw the old man on the bed, he was sure that the man was dead.

I was shot in the chest and abdomen, and I delayed first aid for such a long time, and I was an old man with old arms and legs, and that shot was enough to lose half of my old life, plus excessive blood loss, in case there was anything wrong with other parts of the body, it was hard to say that nothing would happen.

He sometimes has the most trouble with people, and when he is alone, he can do what he wants, and he doesn't need to care about what others think. For example, now, when the old man died, he was more or less sad, and the old man's son and daughter were in grief, and he didn't bother to comfort him, pretending to say lightly, "People can't be resurrected after death" and so on.

Isn't this, people can't be resurrected after death, if you want to say, they don't understand? Mourning, mourning, it would be nice to really mourn.

He just sat like this, silent, and after a while, he heard the low voice of the bald young man: "My father died, he died after leaving the house, and he didn't survive, it's not your fault, he couldn't save it." ”

Fu Chen glanced up at the bald young man with some surprise, he didn't expect him to be able to stabilize his emotions at this time and say such a reasonable and well-founded thing, if it was an ordinary person, he would either be in endless grief and couldn't listen to what others said, or he would attribute the blame to others, and it seemed that everyone in the world was disappointed by him.

"Speaking of which, he already had this catastrophe, and in his words, it was already an eye-opener to live for so long. During the Russo-Japanese War, my father fought with Lao Maozi, and his leg is still a little lame. Later, he changed to a Japanese and witnessed the devil killing the people, he fought hard with the devil, and the bullet was a little bit worse than his heart, so he hung up. ”

The bald young man said silently, falling into memory: "When he was dying, he said that he could live until now, and he was content, so he hoped that I could kill a few more devils and avenge him." ”

"It was after witnessing that the devil almost killed my father and was rescued by an underground party member disguised as a doctor, and then followed him on the road of resistance against Japan. What about you? Why did you blow up the devil's arsenal and destroy the devil's garrison? Who are you? ”

When he said this, there was not much sadness on the bald young man's face, and his eyes were staring at him fiercely.

Hearing this, Fu Chen's surprise in his heart was even worse, he didn't expect that the bald young man was an underground party, and he didn't expect this person to guess that he was responsible for both cases.

"Why are you so sure that I did it?" He asked with interest.

"First, there aren't many strangers in Golden State lately, you are one, and Beijing's official dialect is enough to expose something. Second, I ran into you at the dock of the military port, but after the explosion, you disappeared. Third, you just planted the bomb, just like the explosion at the dock of the military port. The bald young man replied solemnly.

After listening to Fu Chen, he didn't feel anything about what he was doing, but others didn't see it that way, and people who were a little vigilant could think of something when they were carefully connected, let alone an underground party liaison.

"Destroy the devil garrison, this is what you guessed, or maybe you are tempting me, right?" He smiled and said to the bald youth.

The bald young man nodded and said, "You really did it, solemnly introduce me, I am Xu Hu, the liaison officer of the underground party, and this is my sister Xu Jingrong, a member of the Communist Youth League." ”

Fu Chen stood up, shook hands with Xu Hu with a smile, and said: "I am neither a central nor a military commander, an ordinary Chinese son, a lone ranger Hu Yidao, fortunately." ”

When the two of them said this, Jin San and Xu Jingrong looked surprised, and they were each surprised by something in their words just now.

"Mr. Xu, your wound needs to be treated, why don't I help you deal with your wound and talk about it again?" Pointing to the wound on his arm from studying abroad, Fu Chen kindly reminded him.

"I'm in trouble."

Xu Hu's performance was diametrically opposed, he looked stunned when he was at the dock, and he behaved very calmly here, and even when his father died, he could suppress the sadness. Xu Hu took off his usual stunned disguise and revealed the true face of the underground party liaison, which surprised him.

This is the real Xu Hu, an underground party.

Not only him, but even Xu Jingrong, who was surprised just now, obviously didn't know Xu Hu's true identity, and hid it deep enough.

While thinking about this, Fu Chen checked the wound, this shot was hit by the devil king's eight boxes. If it was a big cover, it would have already penetrated the human body. Xu Hu is also really tough, and he has gritted his teeth and insisted on not making a sound until now.

"Little San, bring me that box." Fu Chen turned his head and ordered.

"Oh!" Jin San nodded and moved the suitcase. He was very curious about how many secrets were hidden in this small suitcase, and why Fu Chen was careful not to let others touch it for a moment.

Fu Chen opened the box, and when Hu Niu and Jin San were staring, he took out a first-aid kit from the box, painkillers, hemostats, penicillin, gauze, scissors, tweezers, scalpels, and saline, and placed them on the wooden table one by one.

He did learn to do surgery, but it was the first time that he had had a physical operation, after all, no one had self-harmed him to experiment with.

The bullet hit the crook of Xu Hu's arm, and almost entered his chest.

According to the medical knowledge he learned, he injected Xu Hu with painkillers first, which did not need more, one dose was enough. The yellowish injection flowed into his body, and after he finished it, he officially began the bomb removal operation. First, take tweezers and add a cotton ball, dip a little saline solution to clean the wound. Moving on, throwing away the blood-stained cotton balls, he sterilized the scalpel before he began to treat the wound.

When Fu Chen was having surgery, Hu Xu Jingrong stood aside, and he didn't dare to come out. Jin San looked at the focused Fu Chen in a daze, in his eyes, at this moment, Fu Chen was as omnipotent, full of mystery.

With a click, a yellow-orange-orange bullet fell into the tray, and Fu Chen finally took out the bullet, but it was not over yet, and there was still a wound to be stitched.

"Give me the detergent and hemostatic powder, and I'm going to clean the wound and get it ready for stitching." Fu Chen commanded without looking back.

As he spoke, he glanced at Huzi and didn't say a word, although he was given painkillers, it was rare for Xu Hu to have such a performance.

Xu Jingrong, who was on the side, immediately put down the hand towel that wiped Fu Chen's sweat, picked up the syringe and handed it to him. Fu Chen carefully cleaned the wound, let the dirty blood flow out of the wound, then sprinkled hemostatic powder, watched the bright red blood coagulate, and then looked at the tiger girl, took a breath and ordered: "Xu Jingrong, the wound will be stitched up and handed over to you, you women are good at needlework." ”

"Okay, okay......" Seeing that Fu Chen was so tired, Xu Jingrong hurriedly agreed.

"Jin San, come out." Seeing that Xu Jingrong was doing well, he was relieved and walked out directly, while calling Jin San out.

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