The white car looked familiar and stopped slowly. otbnkotgt Zhuan Ya seemed to feel something and looked back.
The white car door opened, but I didn't see Mr.
Xu get out of the car.
Instead, his driver strolled over.
Mr.
Xu's driver was just an ordinary person, but at this time he seemed not to be afraid of the power grid connected above my head.
He walked through the iron fence and walked up to Zhuan Ya.
He bowed slightly and said, "Hello, my master has a letter for you."
Juya frowned, looking a little unhappy, and stretched out his hand to take an envelope from the driver's hand.
This was just a simple brown envelope.
After opening it, there was only a thin piece of letter paper inside.
Then Juya unfolded the letter paper, and I could see black writing from the back.
It was very short, as if there was only one line.
But when Zhuan Ya saw this line of words, his expression changed slightly, and the displeasure he felt just now disappeared immediately, and then he frowned deeply.
He looked down at me and said, "You know him."
"who" I asked confused.
"Mr.
Ba Xiaoshan is my master's guest."
The driver said with a smile.
"This letter can't be fake, and no one can fake the seal on it.
I originally thought you were just a newcomer to the world, but now it seems that you actually have a backing."
Zhuya knelt down as he spoke.
He looked at me and whispered, "Only this time, I will let you go.
But don't go against the Ling family next time, I won't tolerate you a second time."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and waved, and the power grid in the sky disappeared immediately, and the talisman turned into powder and fell from the sky.
Then he put the letter into his arms and walked out.
The driver came over and helped me up.
I barely stood up, but suddenly said loudly: "Next time, you may not be able to kill me."
Juya walked out of the school and then disappeared into the shadowy streets.
I looked back at the driver, smiled and said, "Excuse me, please take me back."
Before he finished speaking, he fainted.
It's really funny to say that he was admitted to the hospital continuously within a few months.
And the injuries seemed to be getting more serious every time.
This time when I woke up, it was at night.
I heard a chuckle coming from next to me.
When I looked back, I was surprised that Hugo was standing next to my hospital bed.
"Why are you here at night?"
I asked in surprise, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I felt a tearing pain in my throat, so I spoke very softly.
"I happened to accompany a friend to the emergency room.
I heard that they had admitted a seriously ill patient.
I looked up and it turned out to be your name, so I came over to visit.
You are really amazing.
It seems like you have to go to the hospital every two days."
He said something sarcastic to me, and I smiled and said, "I can't help it.
Who told me to do this tiring job?
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Is your friend okay?"
"Oh, I can't die."
Hugo came in while he was talking, sat on the chair next to my hospital bed, and asked in a low voice, "Let me hear what kind of story it is like this time."
"It's nothing, it's just an old story.
By the way, can you help me find out if the hospital also admitted an old man.
He seems to be in his fifties, and he is the janitor of a nearby elementary school.
He must have suffered more severely.
"He's stabbed, but I don't think he's dead yet."
In my opinion, the knife probably wouldn't have killed him, and the position where I stabbed the knife after he rushed up should have been away from his heart.
"I haven't heard of the seriously injured old man suffering from stab wounds, but I heard from the nurse that a patient died after being brought here today.
It seems that he was an old man, and he is still lying in the morgue.
It is said that it is pitiful that he has no family members."
Hugo's words made me pause.
The old man is dead.
How could it be possible that my knife didn't hit his heart?
How could he die?
My mind was a little confused and I was panicking.
I never thought about killing him.
Although I was angry and hated the Japanese, I really didn't expect that I would kill him.
With his eyes staring blankly, Hugo sighed softly and said: "Don't cry for sinners.
If it is an unintentional mistake, then just treat it as a passing thing."
After saying that, he turned around and left the ward.
I heard other patients around me muttering: "Who is talking?
It's weird."
I lowered my head and shouted after a moment: "Nurse, I want to see the nurse" After waking up everyone in the room, the nurse on duty came in yawning and asked unhappily: "What are you shouting for?
Why do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Nurse, did an old man come here today?
He is the janitor of a nearby primary school.
He was stabbed with a knife.
Is this person there?"
I asked urgently, even coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.
"Hey, you're injured, don't move.
I'll check it out for you."
A few minutes later, the nurse came back and said to me: "There is such a person without an ID card.
We are contacting the police comrades, do you know?"
"Is he dead?
Is he dead?"
I asked excitedly.
"He is dead.
He lost too much blood.
When he was sent here, he was already incurable."
The nurse's words froze in my ears, and I was speechless.
I looked at the white sheets in front of me, with the logo of a certain hospital written on them.
The smell of medicine and disinfectant alcohol wafted in the air.
"I killed someone" This thought that popped into my mind kept me from falling asleep that night.
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I think many people have not had such an experience, and will never have it in their lifetime, but I experienced it, and I only woke up after realizing it.
The moonlight was cold, but my mind went blank.
Early the next morning, Fatty Luo Qiong and the others came.
When they arrived, their faces were not very good.
I leaned on the bed and didn't close my eyes all night.
"Xiaoshan, are you okay?"
The fat man came in and asked.
I didn't say anything.
The fat man glanced at Luo Qiong and then said: "We all know about the old guard.
Mr.
Xu said he would help with it, but I think the police comrades will still come to ask you and may even go in."
You’ll have to squat for a few days, but don’t worry, we’ll get you out as soon as possible.”
He tried to speak as softly as possible, but I still didn't respond.
After a while, I raised my head and said, "That old man is really dead."
This is what I ask the most, and I have even asked myself countless times in my heart.
"Well, it's really dead."
The fat man nodded and wanted to give me a cigarette, but he didn't take out the cigarette case when he realized it was in the ward.
"He is Japanese, so I am right to kill him, right?
He killed dozens of students, right?
He also wants to kill me, right?"
I shouted.
The fat man fell silent and pushed Luo Qiong beside him.
The latter scratched his head and shouted: "Brother Shan, we investigated the old guard afterwards.
His original name was Yamada Yukio.
He was originally an Onmyoji in Japan and followed the army.
Came to China, assassinated Several frontline commanders were later captured and reformed, and finally became an anti-war activist.
After liberation, he taught in China.
His daughter was born to a Chinese peasant woman.
The peasant woman later fell ill and died, leaving him and her daughter to depend on each other.
Then I experienced it.”
"I know I know this" I shouted, interrupting him petulantly.
"There's something I don't know."
I asked in a low voice.
"Shanzi, the old man has never harmed anyone."
The fat man lowered his head and said.
I was startled, looked up at him suddenly, grabbed his hand and asked, "What did you say?"
"I mean, the old man has never harmed anyone.
This time, Mr.
Xu helped to participate in the later investigation.
The result was that his daughter was out of control and wanted to devour the essence of those children, which caused the children to become indifferent and indifferent.
And The curse mark the old man placed on them was to protect those children from losing their energy.
He summoned the shikigami because his daughter had died.
He wanted to keep his daughter's ghost in the library, but later his plan was disrupted when we joined the investigation.
He tried to control his daughter but found that he couldn't do it.
But it’s true that he wanted to kill you because you shattered his daughter’s soul, so you were protecting yourself at the time, so it doesn’t matter.”
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I didn't listen to a word of what the fat man said next, "Good man, it turns out I killed a good man, a good man who protected the children."
What kind of murder have I done, and I killed the wrong person He grabbed the sheets, covered his head under the quilt, and then started crying.
He lied to me.
He was terminally ill so he wanted to lend me my hand to reunite with his daughter.
How could I be so stupid and not see through this: