I take a little action, that's the limit

"Fuck, I traveled several miles to buy this. If you don't want to eat it, give it to me." Brother Ma said and wanted to snatch the lunch box from my hand.

"Officer Wushuang, why are you here?" I said behind Brother Ma.

"Ah, where is it?" Brother Ma looked back in confusion. I took the opportunity to grab the lunch box in his hand, shook off my cheeks and ate it. When Brother Ma came to his senses, I had already swept it down. The box is half full.

"Xiao Luo, you are too ungrateful. Do you treat your savior like this?" Xiao Ma yelled at me at the top of his lungs.

"Save people to the end, send Buddha to the West, you will be rewarded." My mouth was filled with cold words, and I mumbled something to Brother Ma in a perfunctory way.

Although we had only fought for one round, I was still very hungry. Especially after using the ghost-killing talisman, I felt as if all my strength had been drained. I didn't know how using the talisman could have such a big side effect.

Looking at Brother Ma's pitiful, girly look, my heart softened and I left half a box for Brother Ma.

It is said to be half a box, but in fact I estimate that the half box weighs more than two kilograms. Don’t forget, Xiao Ma’s amazing appetite cannot be covered. How could his lunch box be so small? I don’t know where he got it to be so big. The lunch box is about the same size as an urn.

After we both ate and drank, I told Brother Ma what happened. Of course, I didn’t say that I went up there and let them do it until they were unable to fight back. In my description, I told that person My brother played for seven or eight minutes.

It’s not that I want to save face, it’s mainly that I’m afraid that if I tell the truth and scare Brother Ma away, then I’ll be in trouble every day. After all, Brother Ma is also the most powerful here. Master.

"Are you sure that's the spell he recited?" Brother Ma put away his fun and asked me seriously.

"The fight between the two of us was so intense that we cried and cried. How can I remember so much? That's what it was about anyway." I said boldly.

Brother Ma didn't look at me, he lowered his head and thought for a long time, shaking his head frequently: "This is strange, it's not in line with common sense."

"Okay, I admit, we didn't fight that long, we fought for about five or six minutes." I blushed and thought to myself that this little guy is really powerful and he saw through my lie right away.

Brother Ma frowned slightly, stroking his goatee and said to himself: "Although the people of the Ghost Sect have never played according to common sense, they haven't gone so far as to refine the Hundred Ghost Banner. It's really weird, weird Zai."

Oh, let me go, I bet Brother Ma didn’t listen to me at all, he has no sense of existence.

I gave him a kick on the thigh: "Brother Xiao Ma, what is the Ghost Sect?"

Brother Xiaoma was unusually lifeless after being kicked by me, and said: "The Ghost Sect is not at a level you can know about yet. Let's leave this matter alone. Just tell Director Li and let's go."

"Damn it, even though I don't know what the Ghost Sect is, you're not so scared that you've lost your fighting spirit, right?" I looked at Brother Ma in surprise.

"Stop chirping, your brother is right." After finishing speaking, Xiao Ma lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, ignoring me.

I thought about it, usually the two of us always make jokes, but Xiao Ma seems to be a very reliable person. He must have a reason for not letting me control him.

Thinking of this, I called Director Li, but before I could say anything, Director Li blocked the call and came back. He told me that Beimen Wushuang was seriously injured and was in the hospital, and asked if we could do anything. I couldn't protect her, so I agreed directly.

I don’t know why I agreed so readily, it can be said that it was without thinking.

Not long after, three police cars drove in, and eight people stayed to keep watch. The remaining car took Brother Ma and me straight to Yueyang City No. People's Hospital.

When we arrived at the inpatient department, we went to the service desk and asked for the bed number of Beimen Wushuang, and then hurried upstairs.

There was a policeman standing at the door of Beimen Wushuang's ward. I took out my phone and called Director Li. Director Li asked the policeman to answer the phone before letting us in.

This is a single ward, about thirty square meters, clean and tidy, with a balcony. Beimen Wushuang was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed. Her face looked very bad, a little pale, and there was still a penis on the back of her hand. She was holding the infusion tube, but fortunately her breathing was stable and she seemed to be out of danger.

I felt an inexplicable pain in my heart. I didn't know where this girl had gone or what kind of opponent she had encountered to be so injured.

The two of us took two stools and sat on the edge of her bed. Brother Xiao Ma took out his mobile phone and started playing. I kept thinking about what Director Li meant when he asked us to protect Beimen Wushuang. But protecting This big girl is obviously easier than watching the scene, and it's also easy on the eyes.

After about half an hour, I saw Beimen Wushuang slowly opening his eyes and asked, "Big girl, do you feel better?"

"I'm not dead yet." Beimen Wushuang struggled to sit up. I held my hand and helped her lean against the bed, and she forced a smile.

"Here, drink some water to moisten your throat." I didn't know how to take care of the patient, so I imitated the clips in the TV series and poured her a glass of warm water.

"I'm hungry." Beimen Wushuang took a few sips and suddenly said to me.

"What do you want to eat? Brother, please!" I patted my trouser pocket.

"Roast leg of lamb." Beimen Wushuang said without thinking.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you." I readily agreed, and just as I was about to stand up, Brother Ma pressed my shoulder with his hand: "I'll go buy it, and you stay with her."

After saying that, he winked at me secretly.

I was stunned for a moment, when did this guy become so smart? To be honest, for a girl like Beimen Wushuang, it would be false to say that you don't like her. Her appearance alone is enough to make people addicted. Plus, she is a policeman and Mr. Yin Yang, so she is probably a man. A desire to conquer will arise involuntarily.

But I still have self-awareness, and I can only think about this kind of thing.

I shook my head, put aside the ridiculous thoughts, and asked: "Big girl, what happened? Why were you so seriously injured? Tell me, and I will help you sort it out."

After all, we have experienced life and death together. I don’t think she would mind if it was such a joke.

Beimen Wushuang rolled his eyes at me angrily: "You are like me, you still treat me as my brother, and you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue."

"Hey, men don't look at age, they look at responsibility." I laughed dryly and said to her in an unreasonable manner.

"You're a little brat, and you're a man, and you don't even know how to peel a banana for me to eat." Beimen Wushuang said, glancing at the bananas on the table longingly.

"Hey, I haven't been able to serve others after being a big brother for many years. No wonder." I stretched out my hand and pulled off a stick, peeled it off and stuffed it into her mouth that she couldn't wait to open.

"Gaba."

After a while, I cried to her and said, "Sister, you bit my finger."