Mr. President is too paranoid

Xie Lang now dare not go to crowded places, let alone stay in a hotel, or even wander around the gate of the community...

The efficiency of the domestic police really surprised him. When he attacked Lin Moer and An Yan, he never expected that every move would be captured by Skynet. Although he was masked, his figure was still easily spotted. identified.

So Xie Lang is now in trouble. He has a card but is afraid to use it, and he is running out of cash.

The most important thing is that the two stab wounds he received from Li Hengshan were not serious. Although he took care of his own injuries, he couldn't last long.

When night fell, Xie Lang walked into an alley.

This alley is located on the riverside that crosses the city. In the old society, it was a famous place for fireworks, but in this era, there are still some small shops that run that kind of business.

Yes, there are footpaths, massages, and hair washing rooms here, all of which are small facades, and the dim pink lights can be seen through the glass doors...

People with a little bit of class will not come to this kind of small shop for consumption. Although the consumption here is really not high, 50 yuan is enough. Most of the people who come here are migrant workers who are away from home and some are really aggrieved The next bitter people.

Most of the women in the skin and meat business here are not young anymore, generally over 30 years old, and there are even women in their 45s who are still doing this kind of business.

The same women, some can live under the spotlight, while others spend their lives selling their dignity under the dim pink light.

There will never be real fairness in this world, that's it, that's it.

Xie Lang is walking in such an alley now, he can feel his wounds are opening again, he needs water, gauze, needles and thread to suture the wound.

Japanese ninjutsu is not magic. He can rely on ninjutsu to control himself from being knocked down by pain, but he cannot rely on ninjutsu to prevent his body from getting weaker and weaker.

At this time, he must take the risk once.

So Xie Lang pushed open a glass door with a pink light inside.

The woman sitting on the dilapidated sofa was watching TV with her mobile phone in her arms. When she saw someone coming in, she thought it was a business visit. The woman stood up lazily: "Brother..."

Her voice was blocked in her throat, because a bright small sword with a cold blade was placed on her neck.

"Ga Ge Ge Ge..." This was the sound of teeth chattering in the woman's mouth, and at the same time, she felt a burst of heat under her skirt, and she was so frightened that she lost control of herself.

Under the dim pink light, Xie Lang's voice was deep and clear: "Close the door and take me into the inner room."

His Mandarin pronunciation was not standard, and the woman heard it clearly after repeating it, and said tremblingly: "Brother, can you take the knife off my neck? I, I promise not to bark."

Xie Lang took a look at the woman and made sure he could slit her throat before she screamed, so he moved the knife away, but he still maintained the posture of readying the knife.

Trembling all over, the woman went to close the glass door, and then pulled down the shutter door. Suddenly, the sound of traffic in the distance was cut off from this small room, and Xie Lang somehow felt a sense of security.

"Go to the back room..." Xie Lang pointed at the woman with the tip of a knife. The woman was very obedient and led him into the back room obediently. The layout of the house here is very strange, it is a long and narrow one, except for the outermost room Besides, Xie Lang stood in the relatively larger room in the middle and saw that there was another door inside.

"What's in there." Xie Lang glanced at the room with only one double bed, and asked the woman.

"Toilet...kitchen..." Xie Lang used a knife to force the woman to open the door and take a look.It is indeed a small bathroom, and the small room next to it has an induction cooker and pots and pans.

What surprised him was that there was actually a small patio between the room with the bed, the bathroom and the kitchen, which could only accommodate two people standing side by side. Looking up from the patio, one could see the stars in the sky.

After closing the door, Xie Lang sat on the bed. He looked at the shivering woman: "I won't hurt you, I just need you to do me a favor."

The woman looked at the short and thin man who was holding a steel knife that was obviously different from the watermelon knife of those hooligans, but bit her lip and nodded.

The woman who lived in this riverside alley relied on selling herself to survive, her name was Song Huihui.

There is only one letter difference between her name and that Korean female star, but h is the life experience of the two people is very different.

No one is born depraved, and Song Huihui was not destined to walk on this path from birth. Her experience is no different from most women who fall into the fire pit. She gave her first time ignorantly, thinking that there was nothing more important in this world than love, and then she realized that she was wrong.

Song Huihui has always felt that today is no different from yesterday, and tomorrow is no different.

Her life seems to have been the same every day since a long time ago, except that the men who vent their desires on her are different.

Today's life is different from yesterday, because there is a man sitting on her bed, holding a sharp knife in his hand, but what he wants is not to vent on her, but to ask her to do me a favor.

Song Huihui looked at this man. Of course she was very scared. When the knife was placed on her neck, she was so frightened that she lost control of herself. Now she can still feel that her underwear is cold and drenched.

But she didn't dare to tell the man that she wanted to change her underwear, she didn't dare to say anything, she could only bite her lip and nodded to the man, showing that she was very obedient.

Although her life has been miserable, she still wants to live, and she doesn't want to die yet.

Seeing the way the woman nodded and her eyes, Xie Lang knew that she was really afraid of him. Of course he would not kill this woman, at least not now, and he was not prepared until his injury was healed enough to move freely. kill her.

But before he leaves this room, he will kill this woman, he told himself in his heart.

Xie Lang asked Song Huihui to find gauze and needles, and Song Huihui did so. She took out a medicine box from under the bed. In addition to gauze, there were some regular anti-inflammatory and anti-allergic tablets, as well as cold medicine. Xie Lang's eyes When it was bright, he saw red potion, purple potion and iodine, which were the things he needed most now.

Song Huihui took out the medicine box and then took out the sewing kit from the bedside table. Xie Lang held the knife in his right hand and began to untie his clothes with his left hand.

Song Huihui was stunned for a moment, she subconsciously thought that this man wanted to do something with her, she subconsciously put her hand on the button of her jacket, but just as she unbuttoned a button, she saw the upper body of Xie Lang taking off his jacket .

A stern cut on his chest made Song Huihui's face turn pale instantly, Xie Lang turned sideways, and she saw the same stern cut on his back.

The reason why Li Hengshan's knife is scary is because when he uses the knife, the edge of the knife is constantly trembling, the wound caused by this is like a saw, not only difficult to stop the bleeding, but also difficult to suture.

Xie Lang can support until now only because his willpower is much stronger than ordinary people, ten years of ninjutsu hard training is not in vain.

"Help me suture the wound." Xie Lang whispered, his eyes had begun to turn black, but his voice was still steady and composed.

Gritting her teeth, Song Huihui began to help Xie Lang clean the wound, then sew it up, and finally apply purple lotion and wrap it with gauze.

The incision left by Li Hengshan was difficult to sew up, but Xie Lang was surprised to find that the woman's hands were quite steady and skilled when she sewed up the wound.

He didn't feel it when he was stitching up the back, but he could tell when Song Hye Hye was stitching up the wound on his chest.

"Have you done it before?" Xie Lang asked, his eyes fixed on Song Huihui, if this woman did not satisfy him with a word, he would cut her throat with a knife.

Song Huihui's eyes looked at Xie Lang's bloody wound. Her stitching speed was not fast, but it was really accurate and stable.

"I used to be a student in a nursing school." Song Huihui whispered: "A long time ago, my former man was often injured. If he didn't have money to go to the hospital, I would sew and bandage him."

Xie Lang didn't know why he asked the following question. He was never a talkative person, but he still blurted out: "Where's your man?"

"Dead." Song Huihui didn't raise her head, and even her stitching hand was still steady: "I've been dead for seven or eight years, and I was hacked to death."

Xie Lang's throat felt a little dry, because he looked at Song Huihui's stitching hands, and he couldn't help but see Song Huihui undoing a button inside the skirt.

Song Huihui can't be regarded as a beauty, she can only be said to be not ugly, but she didn't wear anything under her coat, Xie Lang could see the two trembling mountain peaks and two purple spots.

Xie Lang, who has been learning Japanese ninjutsu for ten years, rarely has women. He has always controlled his desires very well, but when he saw this woman with average looks and a passable figure, he actually had a desire in his heart.

He controlled himself and didn't allow himself to do that stupid thing.

Although Song Huihui is very skilled in sewing needles, she was still sweating profusely after she sewed and bandaged Xie Lang. At this time, she raised her head and saw that Xie Lang's eyes seemed not as cold as before, so she opened her mouth in a whisper: "Brother... I, can I change a pair of underwear."

This is a very simple sentence, but it made the fire in Xie Lang's heart burn even hotter. He turned his head away: "Change it."

Xie Lang's simple action made Song Huihui slightly startled. She didn't expect that this man would turn his head away from watching her changing underwear. This action is nothing to ordinary women, and it is completely what should be done, but for Song Huihui, The meaning is quite different.