"I didn't expect you to know Paul. Lubpine. ”

After the luncheon, Lu Yueyue said curiously to Chu Xian.

Chu Xian's face didn't matter, for him, the things that made the so-called upper class proud were actually not bullshit in front of him.

"But I knew my dad was here and he should have changed you into some better clothes." Lu Yueyue said with some regret.

"Is there anything wrong with me wearing this?" Chu Xian was calm, from top to bottom, constantly looking at himself, this was his favorite outfit, it seemed that only this kind of outfit could make him feel that he was living an ordinary life now.

Lu Yueyue naturally didn't know Chu Xian's inner thoughts, in Lu Yueyue's memory, Chu Xian was always so unhurried, that kind of calm and calm compared with his peers, it was so tempting, the white cotton T-shirt was penetrated by the sun, the flat and strong abdominal muscles were hard, during the beginning of school, Lu Yueyue always found various reasons to sit next to Chu Xian, and the love on campus was always so pure.

Lu Yueyue, as a well-known beauty among the freshmen, has countless men who find their way to make her happy every day, and Luo Jia has also complained more than once that Lu Yueyue is dead-eyed, which of those boys who can speak and be versatile and have a lot of money is not better than Chu Xian.

However, Lu Yueyue always insisted on her goal, today is the closest day between the two of them, Lu Yueyue can even see the small scar on Chu Xian's forehead, and the cheap but fresh lavender laundry detergent fragrance is also very good on Chu Xian's body.

The guests had already dispersed, and Zhao Jianguo returned in a huff, leaving only two people in the wide open-air garden.

"What are you listening to?" Lu Yueyue asked curiously.

Chu Xian took off the wireless earphones around his neck and said, "The Last Mohican, a relatively old pure music, tells the story of the Indians. ”

"I thought you'd like softer music." Lu Yueyue said with emotion.

In the cheap apartment next to the Pingnan International Academy of Music, Zhong Hui trembled his hands and slapped an iron rod on the doorknob, and the door was opened instantly, the room was very dim, and several thick curtains hung tightly on the curtain rod.

Zhong Hui opened the curtains and kept looking around, but fortunately, it was after noon, many students had already taken a nap or lunch break, and there was no one on the street.

Zhong Hui was breathing heavily, the short run had consumed a lot of his physical strength, he needed to rest, he placed the dagger in his hand on the table, and there was a bullet hole in the tip of the dagger, which should have been caused by the hit of the nine-millimeter pistol bullet.

It's also fortunate that this dagger blocked the deadly bullet, otherwise Zhong Hui would probably have died by now.

Zhong Hui sat on the bed and took off the shirt that was put on his body with great difficulty, there was still a lot of dust on the shirt that had been stained red with blood, and it was obvious that Zhong Hui was very embarrassed when he ran just now, and he was sweating profusely and was soaked in sweat at this moment.

He turned on the kitchen faucet, the thick stream of water gushed out of the pipe, the cold and piercing feeling made him wake up instantly, he could feel the chill on his body after losing too much blood, and his lips were white, and his vision began to blur a little.

I took a pair of chopsticks from the kitchen and stuffed them into my mouth to prevent myself from screaming because of the pain, and then plugged in the door and checked my surroundings to make sure that no one had broken in.

After preparing everything, Zhong Hui came to the toilet, pressed the door tightly with his back, and then forcefully untied the bandage that had been stuck to his lower abdomen, the huge pain almost made Zhong Hui faint, the sweat stains on his back flowed down like a waterfall, and a layer of bandages was tightly pressed on the lower abdomen, this medical bandage had a good hemostatic effect, the wound below had begun to coagulate, and the blood-red fluid substance continued to scab, but as Zhong Hui uncovered the bandage, a rusty smell came to his nose.

"Damn, it's a ricochet." The bell cursed.

He was just about to leave Pingnan City today and get on a plane to the United States, but he was attacked a moment before he got on the plane, and he didn't even find the location of the attacker, a sniper rifle that can use a nine-millimeter pistol bullet means that it should not be an ordinary killer, the VSS sniper rifle is a standard weapon, the killer is well hidden, and he can shoot in a crowded place, which shows that his concealment is very good, that shot should have killed him, thanks to the dagger hidden in his waist saved his life, Originally, Zhong Hui did not plan to take the dagger on the plane, and it would be intercepted when he passed through the security check, as if there was a providence in the dark, and Zhong Hui decided to bring the dagger at the last moment.

Although Chu Xian's house didn't have much stuff, fortunately, the medicine box was still relatively comprehensive, Zhong Hui took out tranquilizers and heart boosters from the cabinet, and took out a piece of ice from the refrigerator.

After tearing off the blood-stained strip of cloth, a blood hole of about half an inch appeared in front of him, Zhong Hui has been in the killer world for many years, and he has more or less learned some first aid methods, so he didn't shed too much blood, otherwise he would have been arrested by the security if he ran out of the airport too late, and the result of being questioned by the police was better than bleeding to death.

Zhong Hui bit the chopsticks tightly, two rows of tooth marks appeared very obviously on the wooden chopsticks, and the huge pain made Zhong Hui keep turning over, even so, he still resisted wiping off the blood marks around the belly with a cotton swab little by little, pinched the wound tightly, and squeezed out a small piece of shrapnel, although the bullet was resisted by the dagger, but the shrapnel still impacted, fortunately, it was only a small piece of shrapnel, secreting a large amount of adrenaline so that Zhong Hui still had a little room to operate, but Zhong Hui turned over after all, and no one could resist modern thermal weapons, even if Ultraman comes, he will lose his skin.

When the shrapnel clip was separated from the body, there were still a lot of bloodstains, and the case of operating on himself without anesthetics and stimulants could be said to be difficult, even a man like Zhong Hui hesitated for a long time, Zhong Hui took a deep breath, once again put the chopsticks horizontally into his mouth, and gently wiped the surroundings with a cotton ball stained with alcohol, and the instant pain made him instantly lose his strength, and he was dizzy for a while.

It took a long time to recover.

"Another day." Zhong Hui comforted himself, for a man like him, who had already taken his life very lightly, he didn't care much about life and death, the bullet had been taken out, and his life was saved, and the next step was only disinfection.

Disinfecting yourself is the hardest step, alcohol kills bacteria, and it can also make you faint, but Zhong Hui, who has been in the octagon cage since he was a child, is prepared for this.

After completely absorbing the blood stasis with a cotton swab, Zhong Hui took out the sedative, once this kind of thing exceeds the dose he can accept, the consequences are very dangerous, Zhong Hui aimed at his left arm and gently pressed down, numbness suddenly emerged, taking this opportunity, Zhong Hui untied some anti-inflammatory capsules, gathered the white powder inside, and pressed towards the wound.

After dealing with all this, Zhong Hui began to slowly tie it up in the shape of an inverted triangle with a white bandage, the shrapnel had been removed, the blood stasis was dealt with, and the blood was stopped, and after Zhong Hui cleaned up the tools scattered all over the place, he casually changed into two pieces of clothes in Chu Xian's wardrobe, so that everything was also dealt with.

Zhong Hui stood in front of the mirror, with the corners of his white mouth and blood-red eyes, and smiled helplessly, in order to avoid being found by the people behind him, Zhong Hui disposed of the room, all the bloody things were packed in a black plastic bag by him, and all the tools were neatly placed by him.

"Brother Chu? Are you at home? Just when Zhong Hui was about to leave, He Jin pushed the door and walked in, she had just completed a single performance, and she was ready to go home to buy some vegetables while it was still dark, but when she came back, she found that the door of Chu Xian's house was still open, and He Jin, who thought Chu Xian would go home first, pushed the door in directly.

The empty room couldn't help but make He Jin nervous.

"It can't be haunted."

He Jin cautiously walked to the kitchen, took out a kitchen knife tremblingly, and muttered to himself: "Heaven and earth spirit, the gods are about to appear, the monster is coming, run away, and the little ghost is coming." Heaven and earth, my family has no money and no things, robbers and thieves goodbye soon. ”

Zhong Hui, who was hiding in the closet, also raised his heart to his throat, He Jin had already finished turning the living room and kitchen, and the next step was to walk into the bedroom, and he was hiding in the closet, and he would be easily discovered.

Zhong Hui treats He Jin as the person who came to arrest him, and He Jin treats Zhong Hui as a burglar.

The wind blew the leaves rustling above the curtains, and a creaking sound came, and He Jin immediately shouted as if he was a great god possessing him, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, go quickly." ”

"He Jin? What are you doing here in broad daylight? Chu Xian's question came.

Hearing Chu Xian's voice, He Jin opened his eyes.

"Brother Chu, I suspect that there are thieves in your house! Did you know that when you first came back, I noticed that the door of your house was open, the doorknob was broken, and there was a smell of blood. He Jin said as she looked at the cupboard on the side, all the corners had been turned over, if there was really a thief, then it must be hidden here.

Just as He Jin was about to open the closet door, Chu Xian stopped her.

"The doorknob was broken when I went out today, and there was a classmate at school today who had a treat, and I didn't have time to find a master to come over to repair it, as for the smell of blood, I had a nosebleed in the morning."

Hearing Chu Xian's somewhat far-fetched explanation, He Jin didn't hesitate and had to care: "So that's the case, then okay, it's good that you didn't lose anything at home." ”

"No problem, you're still getting off work early today."

"Well, today's work is relatively smooth, what shall we eat in the evening?"

"Forget it tonight, I have something to go out for the night."

He Jin was a little disappointed, but the depression was quickly swept away, and after He Jin left, Chu first came to the closet, tapped it lightly with his hand and said, "People are leaving, come out, don't make such a big move next time, the spare key is in the mailbox at the door." ”