Back in the dean's office, he thought to himself, it should be said that the plan was going well, but why was he so uneasy? Originally, he wanted to deal with Wu Chen secretly, because many criminal acts would be exposed in the end because of the existence of accomplices. However, Xiao Long had to obey Shi Yunfeng's more clever strategy, and it can be said that Shi Yunfeng has now slowly controlled Xiao Long. With Shi Yunfeng's calm and calm style, this plan will definitely succeed, but what will happen to their relationship in the future? She is not an ordinary woman. It was not so much that Xiao Long was now uneasy about killing Wu Chen, but rather that he was anxious about the dark future that he could already see.

Night.

Shi Yunfeng did not come to the dean's office again. Xiao Long walked to ward eight, Shi Yunfeng was standing beside Wu Chen's bed, and when she saw Xiao Long coming in, she laughed silently, it was an outrageous sneer. Xiao Long checked Wu Chen's pulse again, and her pulse was faster than before. She was still asleep, her rough skin stood out, and her hair was not only dull, but also a little red, and it was messily draped on the pillow. His eyes were still half-open, his mouth was slightly open, and there was a burst of bad breath when he breathed, not a familiar smell of Xiao Long, but a unique smell of the patient's body.

"Have you been here all along?" Xiao Long asked,

"Well, because tonight is so important." Shi Yunfeng replied.

Wu Chen was still snoring lightly, and Shi Yunfeng's tone seemed to announce that tonight's breathing might stop forever, Xiao Long was speechless for a while.

The escort that Wu Chen's brother-in-law found was wiping the floor under the bed.

"I ......" Xiao Long was very uncomfortable in the ward, "I have something to do, go out first, please." ”

Shi Yunfeng raised his eyelids, stared at Xiao Long deadly, and said nothing.

"I'll be back soon." Xiao Long pleaded again.

"Go ahead." She didn't express any further dissatisfaction, and replied calmly.

Xiao Long walked out of the breathless ward, he wanted to go out for a walk, get rid of the depression, Shi Yunfeng might make a move today, no, judging from her expression and tone, she would definitely take action tonight. Xiao Long ran out at this time, as if he was deliberately fleeing the scene of the crime. In any case, he didn't want to get involved in the fight between Shi Yunfeng and Wu Chen, and if he stayed in the hospital all the time, he didn't know if he would be able to calm down.

Xiao Long drove to the street. The streets are lit up with neon lights and bustling with a happy look on the passers-by, and no one would have thought that in the corner of the night, right now, a murder is being staged. Somehow, Xiao Long really wanted to hear the voice of Dragon Ball and talk to her, even if it was a sentence.

He stopped the car halfway through and dialed the phone at the Dragon Ball store.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Long, is Miss Dragon Ball here?" In the past, he would have been ruthlessly rejected, but now he didn't have to worry about that.

Dragon Ball took the phone: "Hello, I'm Dragon Ball. ”

Hearing the voice that he hadn't seen for a long time, Xiao Long was like a rain in a long drought, and the beautiful face of Dragon Ball appeared in front of him.

"It's been a long time, I want to meet you, can I go to you now?"

"Not tonight." Dragon Ball immediately refused.

"Ten minutes is fine, if it's not convenient for you, let's find a café nearby and sit down, okay?" Xiao Longyang begged.

"I can't do it today, I don't have time."

It's not the first time Xiao Long has been rejected, so he wasn't too discouraged, and Dragon Ball was already happy that he could answer the phone immediately. However, Dragon Ball's next words surprised him even more.

"Not tonight, but if you have time tomorrow night, can you come with me to the symphony orchestra?" I just had two tickets. ”

In normal times, Xiao Long would have already cheered, it was rare that Dragon Ball would have such good intentions, but now, Wu Chen, who was lying in the hospital, was likely to die tonight, and he really didn't know how to answer for a while.

"That's right......" he hesitated.

"It's okay, if you don't have time, forget it, I'll just ask." Dragon Ball immediately explained.

"No, I'll go, I just want to hear about it." Xiao Long made up his mind.

"Are you really okay? I'm sorry to invite you without asking about your arrangements. It's okay if you can't go together. ”

Thinking that after he rejected her, it might be someone else who walked with Dragon Ball, Xiao Long's heart was suddenly full of jealousy.

"No, I'll go, where will we meet?" He asked eagerly.

"Can you come to my shop before half past five?" Dragon Balls don't seem to be reserved anymore.

"I'll be there on time." Xiao Long affirmed again.

"Then I'll wait for you." Dragon Ball replied.

Although at this time, Xiao Long had a lot of things to say to her, and wanted to hear her considerate words to comfort his soul, but before he could speak, the other party hung up. Putting down the phone, he was at a loss, he didn't know where to go, he didn't want to go to Lai Qianxiu at this time. Lai Qianxiu and Wu Chen have a lot in common, Xiao Long doesn't love them, he just asks for money from them, they are both married women, and now, the only thing Xiao Long wants to see is Dragon Ball. He didn't want to call Xia Zhifang either, instead of talking to him about something boring, it was better to find something interesting to do. He felt so uncomfortable that he had nowhere to go, so he had to go to the bar.

It's not interesting in the bar either. When the soul felt lonely, no matter what, he couldn't blend into the lively atmosphere of the outside world, and there was no taste when he drank wine, Xiao Long only stayed for an hour and left. Walking out of the bar, he still didn't know where to go, so he walked to the club again, usually with women, but today it was only himself.

He hadn't been here for a long time, and he called a young lady to dance with him, and the girl was very tall and danced quite well, but no matter how much he was uplifted, he was very depressed. He drank a lot of wine in the bar, and when he came here, he drank some more, but he was not drunk at all. Xiao Long has been thinking about Wu Chen's fate.

Originally, he should have made a call to the hospital now, but he was very afraid to hear anything from Shi Yunfeng. Xiao Long felt a little lonely with only one dance partner, and called the two girls sitting idly at the bar over. Tonight, he wanted to splurge and keep asking the girls for drinks, but despite this, he couldn't get out of the dimly lit Ward 8 in his mind. After ten o'clock, the people in the club began to increase, and Xiao Long began to get a little drunk, but his mood was still gloomy, intertwined with endless darkness.

The performance of the club began, and after a Russian woman finished singing, a cartoonist appeared on stage. He asked the people present to write a random word, and then he could turn the word into a picture in no time. Most of the people present were foreigners, and one foreigner wrote "s mith", and the painter added a few strokes and turned it into the hair of a young girl. Xiao Long was pointed by the painter with his finger and staggered onto the stage, his body and undrunk heart that had been anesthetized by alcohol were like hot and cold water stirring together. Xiao Long let out a long sigh of relief after writing "kill" on the big white paper. When the painter saw this word, he shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, and the foreigners in the audience burst into laughter. The painter looked at "kill" carefully for a moment, then took his pen and drew the word onto a bed on which a woman lay on her back......

Xiao Long left the club. Yes, there's no need to take it that seriously, just like that cartoon, killing people can also become a humorous satire of life. Xiao Long tried to make himself think like this, so that he could be freed from the sense of oppression.

When he returned to the hospital, it was exactly ten forty-five, because Shi Yunfeng followed him as soon as he entered the door, he felt that Shi Yunfeng might have already made a move, and he couldn't help but look at his watch, so he remembered it very clearly.

"Wu Chen is critically ill!" Shi Yunfeng smiled fiercely.

Xiao Long didn't know how to answer, and hurriedly walked towards Ward No. 8, under the faint light, although Wu Chen was still lying like before, but as soon as he saw her face, Xiao Long immediately knew that she was no longer good, her face was pale, her breathing was weak, and her mouth and nose were panting like a dying fish. Xiao Long instinctively checked her pulse, her pulse was weak and the frequency was unstable. He picked up the stethoscope and put it on Wu Chen's chest, her ribs were already bulging, but there was still a heartbeat. Xiao Long immediately rolled up her sleeves, there were obvious traces of intravenous injection on her wrists, and there were several empty pill bottles scattered around the pillow, some of them were hazel and some of them were white, seeing this, Xiao Long immediately glared at Shi Yunfeng sternly.