star hunter

Zhong Yuncong was startled by his expression, and asked tremblingly: "Yeah... what's wrong? Will this be a key clue?"

Su Xian has returned to normal, he shook his head: "No, it's just a bit of an accident, the murderer is a guy who has already started to get sick...then he shouldn't be young."

"Illness?" Zhong Yun never knew why, "What kind of illness did she have?"

Su Xian glanced at his innocent and curious face, the irritability caused by jealousy surged up again, he tried hard to suppress it, and said perfunctorily: "It has nothing to do with you... By the way, you saw her How did you dispose of the body?"

"No." Zhong Yuncong spread his hands, "The deceased was stabbed like that, and it didn't last long, and the woman was not strangled to death. After the deceased died completely, the screen was interrupted, leaving only a black screen."

It was still not confirmed whether the murderer really had the ability to teleport through space, but he was not too disappointed. With the clues provided by Zhong Yuncong, the progress of this case has taken a big step forward.

It's just that he can't be happy either. If his assumptions come true, the murderer is a supernatural person who has entered the onset stage. In that case, she will become very crazy... After all, it is the end of the road, so it can be said that she has no scruples.

If this is the case, we must hurry up and find the murderer, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

And there is another important point, that is, the murderer who appeared in the screen that Zhong Yuncong "saw" had the same attire as the elusive attacker in Xicheng.This suggests that there must be some kind of connection between them, but it is still unknown.

Su Xian's pressure suddenly increased again, and his body, which was originally supported by his spirit, immediately weakened. He even staggered a bit in the process of advancing, but it was Zhong Yun who was beside him who supported him quickly. .

"Why don't I carry you?" Zhong Yuncong, who had always felt guilty, offered to help, and felt very sincere, but Su Xian didn't intend to accept his kindness, and turned sideways to avoid his hands in a lukewarm manner. : "No, thank you."

Zhong Yuncong touched a nail that was neither soft nor hard, and was a little embarrassed. He wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere: "Oh, it's okay. Well, the weather is good today..."

When he was rambling on, he suddenly felt his right shoulder sink, and Su Xian beside him had already fallen on top of him.

Zhong Yuncong was taken aback, and quickly reached out to catch him. Seeing his eyes closed and unconscious, he dragged forward a few steps, and couldn't help cursing: "It's terrible, I've never seen such a thing. I will suffer for my face!"

When Zhang Jibai was in the deepest sleep, he was awakened by a five-minute knock on the door, and after tossing and turning for five minutes before falling asleep, he couldn't bear it anymore and got out of bed.

Knocking on the door so urgently at this point must have come to see a doctor. Dr. Zhang, who doesn't know what medical ethics is, opened the door not because of compassion, but simply because he wanted to settle accounts with the person who disturbed his lucid dream.

After knocking persistently for 10 minutes, Zhong Yuncong, who finally knocked on the door of the clinic, was very excited when he saw Zhang Jibai. While dragging the unconscious Su Xian inside, he said hastily, "Doctor, you This sleep is too dead, I stood outside for 10 minutes before you opened the door, almost frozen into a popsicle...Come and see this man! He passed out!"

He talked about himself, completely ignoring Zhang Jibai's expressionless and indifferent face, put Su Xian on the medical chair, adjusted the angle thoughtfully, and finally waved to Zhang Jibai who was still standing at the door : "See a doctor, doctor!"

Dr. Zhang put on a bad face for a long time, but no one appreciated it. This made him feel uncomfortable on the basis of getting up. Pulling over: "Look, the wound on his arm is open again."

This guy Su Xian didn’t know if he stepped on dog shit recently. The number of injuries in the past week was more than the sum of the past few years. The wound on his left arm was indeed serious. It was a complete penetrating wound, and at least one was broken. The aorta, which had been briefly bandaged before, temporarily stopped the bleeding, but it burst open again at some point, and the sticky blood on the sleeve had already begun to coagulate into lumps.

So he temporarily put aside the matter of finding Zhong Yuncong to settle the accounts, turned around and took off the white coat on the coat rack, put on the mask again, prepared all the medical equipment such as disinfectant, gauze, scissors, tweezers, needles and threads, and then Unceremoniously pushed Zhong Yuncong aside who was only in a hurry and said, "Go outside, don't get in the way."

Zhong Yuncong glanced worriedly at Su Xian who was still unconscious, and asked unwillingly, "Maybe I can help?"

"The only thing you can do is to wait quietly and don't disturb me."

Dr. Zhang refused mercilessly, and with the threat of the last sentence, Zhong Yuncong had no choice but to shut up, sit down, and wait obediently.

To be honest, with Zhang Jibai's treatment, his hanging heart was basically relieved. During the waiting process, he entered a state of doing nothing and being bored. He changed several sitting positions back and forth, but he still felt uncomfortable no matter what.In the end, he propped his chin with one hand, and flipped through the outdated "Mengchuan Evening News" with the other.

But his attention was not on those neatly arranged pages, his eyes read the densely packed words, but what he thought about in his mind was how much he owed Su Xian.

From the first meeting, he saved his own life; later took him in, treated him basically as a prisoner with reluctance, but gave him food, clothing and shelter, and honestly, he didn't owe himself much , This is enough; I owed him a lot in the first place, and now he is penniless and unable to pay back, so he saved it again tonight.

After calculating from beginning to end, Zhong Yuncong, who has been reduced from a rich second generation to a proletarian, is scratching his hair anxiously, and the more and more he owes, how can he pay it back?

He was getting annoyed, Zhang Jibai opened the curtain and came out, Zhong Yuncong caught a little blood on his front, stood up involuntarily: "Is he alright?"

Zhang Jibai is obsessed with cleanliness and can't stand the stains on his body. He immediately took off his coat and gloves and threw them into the trash can in a ball. He rarely responded to Zhong Yuncong's question in a more humorous way. Response: "Looking at you like this, it's like a husband waiting for his wife to give birth outside the delivery room."

It's a pity that Zhong Yun never appreciates his humor. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times: "Doctor, if I spit it out later, are you responsible?"

"You are responsible for cleaning up your vomit, and you have to compensate me for mental damage." Zhang Jibai stopped joking and warned solemnly. Zhong Yuncong smiled and pointed inside: " Can I go in and have a look?"

"Go." Zhang Jibai nodded, and then reminded, "But he hasn't woken up yet, please keep your voice down."

Zhong Yuncong agreed and walked in lightly.

Su Xian was placed on a hospital bed by Zhang Jibai, lying drowsy, his coat was taken off, only a white shirt was left on his upper body, a cut was cut off the sleeve of his left hand, and it was covered in red Blackened blood stains, his wound has been treated, and gauze is wrapped around it thickly.

Zhong Yuncong sighed silently, pulled up the quilt that covered his chest for him, and carefully avoided the injured arm. After doing this, he sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed, Putting her hands on her knees, looking at his pale and calm face, she said softly, "You'd better be cute when you're not talking."

At this time, Su Xian naturally wouldn't respond to him. For Zhong Yuncong, it was a little more pleasing to the eye, maybe his face was too pale, and the small mole on his cheek was much more vivid than usual.

As if with magical powers, his sight was firmly attracted by the mole, and it tended to gradually spread to the surrounding area - the delicate eyebrows, the straight nose bridge, and finally the tight corners of the lips...

"Have you seen enough?" Dr. Zhang's cold greeting almost caused Zhong Yuncong to fall to the ground. He supported the back of the chair and sat firmly, then turned his head and smiled casually: "Doctor, you are joking again. Seriously, your Jokes aren't funny at all."

Zhang Jibai was obviously not very happy: "Don't question my sense of humor casually... By the way, come out after your visit is over, I have something to ask you."

As he said that, he put down the curtain and turned to leave. Zhong Yuncong took the opportunity to cover his heart and tried to suppress the overwhelming heartbeat. When the heartbeat calmed down a bit, he glanced at the sleeping patient again before getting up and going out.

"How did he get hurt? Who did it?" Before he could sit still, Zhang Jibai on the opposite side asked two questions. Yang Yang, seemed a little unbelievable: "So, he actually took you to the West City, or was it during working hours?"

"Ahem." Zhong Yun never had the nerve to tell him how he "threatened" Su Xian, and vaguely passed the topic, "Well, because I'm also looking for someone...just by the way."

Doctor Zhang didn't seem to believe it very much, but he didn't discuss this issue further, but followed Zhong Yuncong's meaning and started a new one: "If you haven't given up your plan to find your father, then I have to remind you, He is probably no longer in this world."

Zhang Jibai always speaks directly, and never hides it. Zhong Yuncong also appreciates his straightforwardness, but at this time, this straightforwardness turned into a heavy blow, which made his heart ache.

It took him a long time to force a smile: "I know, I'm mentally prepared for the worst. But no matter what, I want to find him, whether it's life or death, and bring him home."

Zhang Jibai is blunt but not dull. He can see Zhong Yuncong's forced smile, and he can also sense the sadness in his words, so he refrained from his other reminder-"To be honest, I don't think you I can go back."

After a while, he seemed to remember something, stood up and opened the door of the cabinet behind him, took something from it, then turned around, and handed Zhong Yuncong a transparent plastic box: "This is the invisible box I got for you." Glasses, remember to wear them when you go out for a walk, it will save you a lot of trouble."

Of course Zhong Yuncong understood what a great help this was, and he took the contact lens gratefully: "Thank you so much, doctor!"

"You're welcome, I just don't want you to die at the hands of others." Dr. Zhang told him honestly.

Zhang Jibai's answer made Zhong Yuncong shudder, and it also reduced his previous guilt. He secretly concealed his tactile powers. He had a hunch that if he said it, the doctor might have to immediately Put him on the operating table for autopsy.