Ning Qiushui did not deceive Bai Xiaoxiao.

Helping each other, of course, there is also personal friendship in it, but it is more because of the sense of fate on the body.

The letter he received at the beginning was to ask him to protect Bai Xiaoxiao from dying in his second blood door, if the 'letter' is the cog of their fate, then Bai Xiaoxiao must have the same important role as him, and it can't be damaged here.

Even if Ning Qiushui died in the eighth gate himself, he would think that he was not capable enough to bear the fate of his body.

As for whether Bai Xiaoxiao would be sad because of his departure, even if Ning Qiushui cared, he would not interfere with his choice.

Of course, Bai Xiaoxiao also understands Ning Qiushui.

The other party is not a flattering minister, but a gentle but selfish traveler.

She has a good impression of Ning Qiushui, and she also knows that the other party is the same.

But Ning Qiushui would not change her choice for her sake.

This time it wasn't so much about helping her, it was about Ning Qiushui thinking that "I need to do this".

Bai Xiaoxiao hated such people the most, but she couldn't hate Ning Qiushui.

She is no longer a little girl, and she knows that there will not be a prince charming in this world who will hold her unconditionally in the palm of her hand like a fairy tale.

Of course, there are feelings in the adult world, but they are no longer the first consideration.

"You're so annoying."

Bai Xiaoxiao said, raised her head and took a sip of wine, then savagely lifted half of Ning Qiushui's mask, hugged Ning Qiushui's head and kissed him on the lips.

It's not so much a kiss as a bite.

After a short kiss, the two separated, Bai Xiaoxiao stretched out her index finger and stroked his bleeding lip flap, calming her mind:

"I'm drunk and want to go home to rest, you send me back, you will go to Xiangchun Psychiatric Hospital tomorrow morning to find Zhao Er."

"Stay safe yourself."

Ning Qiushui wiped his blood and nodded.

"Okay."

They left the bar, and Ning Qiushui called the driver in the bar who was responsible for picking up and dropping off guests, and sent her back to Rosemary.

"Slow down, two."

The driver took Bai Xiaoxiao and threw a few hundred tips casually, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

Back at Bai Xiaoxiao's house, she took out some materials and threw them to Ning Qiushui.

"Regarding Xiangchun Psychiatric Hospital, there may be what you need here."

"I'm sleepy, go to bed first."

Ning Qiushui nodded slightly.

"Good night."

"Good night."

After Bai Xiaoxiao left, Ning Qiushui lowered her head and opened this information.

Xiangchun Psychiatric Hospital is a very old psychiatric hospital, and even its history is older than that of Pomegranate City, when Pomegranate City was still a small town, Xiangchun Psychiatric Hospital was established.

It is a psychiatric sanatorium, but rather a semi-public prison for those who are mentally abnormal and pose a threat to society.

Ordinary people can't get in.

But Ning Qiushui has a relationship.

Relations with the military.

He called the washing machine, and after some communication, the other party asked him to wait.

After hanging up the phone, Ning Qiushui waited for about ten minutes before receiving a new call.

The other party is an indifferent female voice:

"You're the coffin?"

Ning Qiushui replied:

"I am, you are ......"

"I'm Qi Runzhi, the administrator of Xiangchun Mental Sanatorium, you want to find Zhao Er?"

"Yes, I have a little personal matter that I would like to talk to him about alone."

"Okay, tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, I will wait for you at the door of the nursing home, and when you arrive, I will explain the relevant matters to you, and then take you to see Zhao Er."

After the other party said it simply, he directly took the initiative to cut off contact, as if he didn't want to have any unnecessary involvement with Ning Qiushui.

Ning Qiushui looked at his mobile phone and smiled a little.

Although they haven't met yet, he has already developed a strong interest in Zhao Er.

This person...... It's really mysterious and weird all over the body.

The night passed.

In the early morning of the next day, Ning Qiushui ate the porridge that Bai Xiaoxiao cooked for him, said goodbye to her, and took a taxi all the way to Xiangchun Mental Sanatorium.

A muscular woman in a white doctor's uniform stood in the doorway waiting. After the two met, Ning Qiushui stretched out her hand and shook her hand.

"Ms. Qi?"

"It's me."

After a brief negotiation, Ning Qiushui followed Qi Runzhi towards the depths of Xiangchun Spiritual Sanatorium.

It was a very strange place, and although the warm winter sun outside was blazing, as soon as Ning Qiushui entered this nursing home, he felt a lingering coldness.

It's light, but it's familiar.

This kind of abnormal coldness, Ning Qiushui had only felt it on the ghosts of the Blood Gate World.

At that moment, Ning Qiushui immediately became alert!

Don't...... What's unclean in this psychiatric sanatorium?

He hid the coin in his fingertips, made a small gesture, and looked around through the eyes of the coin.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it really makes Ning Qiushui discover something.

Many places in the Xiangchun Spiritual Sanatorium are full of pale red, and there is even a dilapidated building, and the red in it is ...... It's even comparable to the world of fog.

"Here we are."

Just as Ning Qiushui was observing, Qi Runzhi's indifferent voice sounded again.

The two of them stood in the doorway of the lobby on the next floor of the dilapidated building.

"This is the key, Zhao Er is on the highest floor, room 614."

Ning Qiushui looked at the key that Qi Runzhi handed him, and his eyes moved slightly:

"Aren't you going?"

Qi Runzhi shook his head, and a touch of taboo overflowed in the depths of his eyes.

"No, no."

"I don't like that person."

"I'm waiting for you here...... Before you go in, give you a word of advice. ”

Ning Qiushui:

"You say."

Qi Runzhi:

"If he tells you something strange, don't believe it."

"This guy has a mental problem and is very sick."

Ning Qiushui nodded:

"I see, thank you."

He took the key, got on the dilapidated elevator directly, and pressed down the number 6 on it.

The elevator starts and slowly ascends.

Ning Qiushui thought in his heart what kind of attitude he should use to communicate with Zhao Er for a while.

The space inside is narrow, the smell is not very good, I feel that the dust is very heavy, and the overhead screen in front of me shows that the number of layers continues to rise, and soon I came to the 4th floor.

But then, a strange thing happened.

In the elevator, button 5 ...... Suddenly, there was a red light.

Ning Qiushui stared at the No. 5 button that lit up in front of him, and cold sweat slowly oozed from his back.

In the elevator...... Isn't he the only one?

PS: There are two more shifts in the evening.