E-Sports: Keep your mouth shut, the goddess of pure desire, open your mouth to spray the master

Ke Guoguo seemed to have thought of something. He opened his phone and looked through the previous chat history.

Sure enough, I found someone I had contacted before, X.

A cyber hacker who once helped him with Shao Lian's matter.

Tapping his fingers, Ke Guoguo sent an inquiring email:

I hope you can help check for a person who I contacted on the dark web and said that he wanted to buy someone else's hand. There is probably a corresponding transaction record. I want to know who contacted him and the relevant records.

Attached is the personal information of the person who smashed Jin Lin's wrist.

X replied as quickly as ever, and he was definitely a network hacker.

[X]: Okay, how much details do you need? Prices quoted will vary.

[Fruit Jam]: The faster and more detailed the better.

[X]: OK. However, it is a bit difficult to trace the source on the dark web. The initial quotation is 50W. If you have more detailed information, you can send it to me at any time.

[fruit jam]: OK.

Although 50W is still a painful amount of money for Ke Guoguo now, it is not impossible to get it out.

Ke Guoguo agreed happily. As long as he could find the murderer who hurt Jin Lin and interrupted his e-sports career, it would be worth the money.

Wangrong was still closing his eyes slightly. He hadn't slept in the middle of the night and the running around the day before had left him with a serious lack of energy.

After finishing all this, Ke Guoguo breathed a sigh of relief.

The ward has become silent, and everyone seems to have entered a light sleep.

Ke Guoguo curiously opened the thermos cup and smelled it. There was a sweet smell inside.

Something familiar.

Ke Guoguo took a brief sip, but the taste awakened his brain first.

It is sweet with the aroma of honey and sweet pear, melts in the mouth, and then spreads along the mouth and into the stomach.

Honey and pear soup?

Ke Guoguo looked into the thermos cup with some surprise, and then looked at Wangrong Huan, who was lying on the sofa beside him. His eyes were slightly black, his hands were wrapped like pig's trotters, and he looked miserable. .

Does he like to drink this too?

There was an indescribable throbbing passing through my heart.

Ke Guoguo took another bite. Although the taste was slightly different from what he remembered, from what Wang Ronghuan meant, this was probably a takeaway.

The sweet pear soup seemed to flow into her heart, and the corners of Ke Guoguo's mouth raised slightly.

"cough cough"

There was a rustling sound coming from the hospital bed.

Ke Guoguo quickly put down the thermos cup and came over.

Jin Lin opened his eyes slightly, with confusion visible to the naked eye, and his chapped lips opened slightly, "Water...water..."

Before Ke Guoguo could react, Jin Lin's mother jumped down from the bed beside her.

"Son, son, are you awake?" Jin Lin's mother quickly went to the side to get some warm water, walked over, and supported Jin Lin to drink the water in small sips.

Ke Guoguo thought with some uncertainty. He always felt that when he just stood up, Jin Lin's mother was still snoring slightly.

The volume Jin Lin spoke just now was probably not much louder than a mosquito.

Is this the heart-to-heart connection between mother and son?

The sound of this movement woke Wangrong from his sleep. He blinked hard, stood up and walked to Ke Guoguo's side.

Watching Jin Lin wake up, drink water and gradually return to his normal expression.

Ke Guoguo was sincerely happy.

The terrifying scene yesterday almost made people think that Jin Lin had escaped from the gate of hell.

Jin Lin looked at Ke Guoguo and Wang Ronghuan in confusion, as if he didn't realize why they were here.

"Mom? Why are you here?" Jin Lin's voice was a little hoarse, but the volume gradually returned to normal.

Listening to Jin Lin's voice, Jin Lin's mother smiled with tears in her eyes, "Mom missed you and came here, son."

Jin Lin smiled confusedly.

When I wanted to raise my hand to wipe away the tears on my mother's face, I realized that my right hand seemed to have lost consciousness and I couldn't lift it at all.

"Mom, why can't I feel my right hand?" Jin Lin raised his head and looked down with some confusion.

Jin Lin's mother quickly freed up a hand, held Jin Lin's chin and turned him around, preventing him from looking over. "It's a little injured, but it's not a big problem. Just take care of yourself."

Jin Lin's entire right forearm, including his wrist and palm, was covered with a thick plaster, and he was lying quietly on the bed like a wall.

Ke Guoguo couldn't bear to watch anymore and wanted to turn around and go back to the sofa, but Jin Lin called out to stop him.

"Guojiang, I can't feel my right hand..."

"Looking at God, my right hand is starting to hurt..."

Jin Lin shouted their names with some unclear meaning, but his expression became more and more excited.

Jin Lin's mother hugged Jin Lin's head and hugged her gently, "Don't be anxious, son, don't cry, son, let's heal the injury first, okay? Promise to mother, okay? "

"My right hand hurts so much..."

"The man smashed my right hand with a glass wine bottle..."

"I saw the bones and tendons in my right hand..."

Jin Lin's voice became louder and louder, almost crying.

The body was also shaking constantly, causing the hospital bed to shake violently.

"Son, don't move, promise mom not to move, don't get hurt anymore." Jin Lin's mother cried and hugged Jin Lin, trying with all her strength to calm Jin Lin down.

Ke Guoguo opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, and tears burst out of his eyes.

He covered his mouth with both hands, not daring to make a sound, for fear that crying would arouse Jin Lin's emotions again.

Wangrong still looked at Jin Lin on the hospital bed with sad eyes, wanting to go up and help, but he didn't know what to do.

Looking at him, but not just looking at him.

Jin Lin's father had just finished his work at this time. He pushed the door in from the outside. He was stunned at first when he saw the scene in front of him, and then he immediately rushed over and tried his best to suppress Jin Lin, "Son, son, listen to me!"

"Son, listen to me!"

Jin Lin seemed to calm down slowly because he heard his father's voice, and his trembling voice sounded, "Dad?"

"Son, you have always been a strong man. Now promise me, lie down and cooperate with the treatment and don't move around." Jin Lin's father almost gritted his teeth when he said this, and the expression on his face was unprecedentedly sad and ferocious. Then he tried his best to smile, his whole person showing a sense of fragmentation.

"Dad promises you that when you get better, whatever you want to do, dad will support you and help you, okay?"

"Dad..." Jin Lin's voice was filled with tears, and he turned his head from his mother's arms to reveal his red eyes covered with bloodshot eyes.

But when I saw my father's face was haggard, his suit jacket was always in disgraceful wrinkles, his eyes were red, and his hair seemed much whiter than the last time he saw him.

Jin Lin suddenly lost all his strength and lay quietly on the bed.

After a long time,

Jin Lin cried silently, with a slight tremor in his voice, "Wangshen, Guojiang."

"Am I unable to play e-sports anymore?"