Cui Lin hurriedly walked into the bank, and when he came out, his eyes began to redden, Cui Lin deliberately avoided my gaze, deliberately not letting me see the sadness on his face. I glanced at him, closed my mouth in amusement, and didn't ask anything.

But Cui Lin couldn't hold it back, put the bank card and a stack of red tickets in front of me, shook it vigorously, and the choking in his tone became more and more serious: "Since I suffered, my former henchmen have defected, and my former friends are even more afraid of causing a commotion, so they hide far away one by one, and even Dr. Chen has begun to look down on people." ”

"I never expected that the people who could help in times of danger were two people who didn't know each other well." Cui Lin clenched the bank card until his joints turned blue-white.

I patted him the back and comforted, "That's fine, if you don't run into life-and-death matters, you will never be able to see the faces of others." ”

"yes!" Cui Lin took a deep breath and looked at the banknotes in his hand in a daze: "I always thought that my popularity was not bad, but now look at it, it's not my popularity that is good, it's that the power behind me is strong enough, and now that I've collapsed, these so-called friendships are naturally like castles in the air, and they have long disappeared." ”

I grabbed Cui Lin's hand, stuffed the money into his jacket pocket, and said, "The extreme of things must be reversed, otherwise the extreme Tai will come." ”

"Believe in the professionalism of a Taoist priest." I grinned a few times, trying to dispel the gloomy atmosphere.

Cui Lin was slightly stunned, and then laughed too: "Okay, believe you." ”

When he arrived at the hotel, Dr. Chen had already put the medicine in the room, and Cui Lin casually fiddled with these bottles and cans, and comforted him with a smile: "When you finish eating these medicines, your body will be fine." ”

The beggar said with guilt on his face: "My rotten life, how can He De be worthy of such an expensive medicine?" ”

"Dr. Chen changed my medicine again." The beggar whispered, a tone that looked like that of a child who had done something wrong.

Cui Lin and I looked at each other, turned his head and asked, "Change it, what's wrong?" ”

"I said I didn't have any money, Dr. Chen said, put the account on you." The beggar's voice grew quieter and quieter: "I really didn't mean to. ”

Cui Lin laughed heartily: "What a big deal I'm thinking, you don't have to worry about money." ”

I was on the sidelines, watching it all. Cui Lin always said that I helped him, so why didn't I bring him into a new quagmire? If it is really calculated, it is really hard to say who owes whom.

Ever since he saw the man in black, Cui Lin seemed to be a little dispossessed, going back and forth in a circle in the house, his eyes eager to stick to the wall clock to see, the cigarette in his hand had just been extinguished, and the eye-piercing kung fu ignited again, sighing a few times from time to time, and looking out of the window uneasily.

This state lasted until noon the next day, during which Cui Lin was basically untouched. I can understand the anxiety in his heart, but the bell must be tied to the bell, and this kind of thing is not persuaded.

At noon the next day, the hour hand of the wall clock was already pointing to eleven o'clock, and the anxiety in Cui Lin's eyes became more and more intense, and the cigarette made a sizzling sound at the corner of Cui Lin's mouth, and the burning speed became faster and faster.

"Why don't you come yet? Ahem......" As he spoke, Cui Lin threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stepped on it hard.

I looked at him with a look of resentment: "If you keep smoking, even if he comes, you will choke away." ”

"What should come will come, so you can wait with peace of mind."

I slowly threw a word to Cui Lin, and then leaned back on the bed, closed my eyes slightly, and waited quietly.

Actually, I'm also a little anxious, to be precise, the curiosity component is greater, and I especially want to know what that brainless sentence will bring. But I can't show it, Cui Lin is already very anxious, and I can't add fuel to the fire anymore.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the room became more and more oppressive, but time did not change because of anyone's anxiety. At last the hands slowly slipped towards twelve, and the moment the second hand touched twelve, there was a knock on the door.

Good guy, this guy has obsessive-compulsive disorder, right? Otherwise, how could the time card be so tightly sealed?

Cui Lin jumped up from the stool like a burning buttocks, and the moment he opened the door, he was stunned at the door. Cui Lin's back blocked the door tightly, and I couldn't see the situation outside the door at all, but Cui Lin's reaction made me notice a trace of abnormality.

"What's wrong?"

As I spoke, I reached under the bed and clutched the steel knife in my hand.

"Y-Who are you looking for?" Cui Lin asked suspiciously.