The invulnerability of fast wear

Yan Su is washing his hands.

The cold water washed through the gap between his fingers, and in this flashing picture, he recalled what happened in the ward a few minutes ago.

"Can you... take off the mask?"

He didn't know whether it was out of curiosity or out of the sadness of being guarded against, he thought for a long time, but he still asked out the doubts in his heart.

I thought Wu Xie wouldn't answer, but the man didn't dodge as he imagined.

"Yes." The man answered calmly, with a hint of tenderness in his hoarse voice, "Just don't be scared."

The slender fingertips moved to the right ear, the man unfastened the cord buckle, and slowly pulled off the white mask, revealing a large area of ​​red burns in the shape of snake scales.

The burns climbed from the left chin to the right cheek, almost covering the entire lower half of the face, and even the lips looked a little dry and wrinkled because of this, but these scars did not stop there, but meandered down the neck and deepened The deeper part of the collar completely destroyed the gentle and handsome illusion revealed by the man's brows and eyes when he was wearing a mask.

To be honest, this person's eyebrows are straight and long, and the tails of the eyebrows are naturally raised. They are the standard sword eyebrows that can often be seen in TV dramas. It will become very bright when you blink, and the contour of the face is also very masculine. If there is no burn, it should be a face that is very attractive to women-because just looking at those eyes, you will subconsciously feel that you are a calm and reliable person. From the point of view of body and personality, they are very...reliable.

In fact, Yan Li was not fully prepared mentally. Although it was not the first time he had been exposed to burns, he had been a criminal police officer for two years and had seen many corpses that should be seen, but in fact, he was not so used to too cruel scenes. The wounds on other people's faces are of little interest.

Only this time, things were different.

After seeing those red burns, his first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief, and then he couldn't help reaching out to touch them, to see if they were real.

Of course, his unexpected move was stopped by Wu Xie.

"Sorry, I want to go to the bathroom."

Realizing that he was acting strangely, he hurriedly found an excuse, rushed out of the ward in one breath, and ran into the men's room at the end of the corridor.

As soon as he stepped out the door, he began to regret it.

……啊啊啊这样肯定会被对方误会是嫌弃吧……但他真的没有嫌弃，只是因为太高兴了有点不知所措……

Wait, what is he so happy about?

Holding the sink and taking a deep breath, the young man shook off the water droplets on his fingertips, and his clean face was clearly reflected in the mirror.

With a chill down his spine, Yan Xun suddenly turned his head, only to see a translucent woman sitting gracefully on a few-shaped water pipe - he immediately turned back to look in the mirror, but there was nothing in it except himself.

Then Yan Yuan turned his head again, and the charming woman gently raised her slender hair, blinked her right eye at him, and spoke slowly before him:

"Little policeman with facial paralysis, I have to tell you something."

"..."

Yan Xun showed a vigilant expression.

He didn't forget that this woman left on Wu Xie's stretcher on the night when the incident happened. Yesterday, when he and Captain Liao came to visit Wu Xie, he also saw her by the window.

But after meeting his gaze, the woman disappeared automatically.

"A minute ago, a man with a strange needle went to the ward at the end of the corridor, and the eyeliner placed by the police station seemed to be attracted by that man's companion."

Before the words fell, the criminal policeman in navy blue uniform disappeared in front of the woman like a tornado. He rushed out of the bathroom in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to listen to the other party's words.

"But, that Mr. Administrator is really powerful."

The woman fell lightly from the water pipe, showing a playful smile.

"With just one infusion tube, it's done."

How should I put it, Wu Xie didn't expect the situation to become like this.

After Yan Xun left, he thought it was a nurse who came in to change his dressing, but he didn't expect a mysterious person wearing a mask to come.

The other party locked the door without saying a word, Wu Xie secretly pressed the pear-peeling fruit knife under the pillow, and at the same time ordered Fen Nao to search for dangerous objects, but Fen Nao said:

"Target locked, analysis in progress - target as key lead."

"What?" The man froze for a moment, "Say it again."

"The target is the key clue." The split brain reminded, "The target has a golden krait venom syringe in his right pocket. The specification is 10mg, which is enough to kill."

The first assassination was an injection, and this time it was still an injection, and I didn't want to change it to something fresh... Thinking so, Wu Xie pressed his fingertips against the fruit knife without any reduction. He calmly looked at the person who came, and asked:

"who are you?"

The other party suddenly jumped up, jumped towards him, and stabbed at his neck very quickly with the syringe that had been pulled out. Wu Xie turned around to avoid it, and forced the space with brute force, and stabbed at the other party with a knife. With the right hand holding the syringe, the fruit knife slammed into the steel wire under the thin mattress. This was a miscalculation—the needle tube quickly approached the skin. With all his strength, he firmly pressed this dangerous hand on the bed.

One second before the situation reached a stalemate, the man pulled the infusion tube that was still dripping tightly around the opponent's neck!The mysterious man burst out with veins and tried to pull away the infusion tube that was strangling his throat, but Wu Xie would never take it lightly. He knew very well that once he slacked off at this time, he would never even have a chance to regain his senses.

He had to try to get the syringe out of the man's hand before he strangled the key lead, but it wasn't going to be easy.

But soon, he found a solution.

With the passing of oxygen, the mysterious man quickly showed signs of weakness. In just a few seconds, Wu Xie pretended to let go of his armpits, and the man really counterattacked, and the slender needle pierced his waist precisely—as expected The ground was avoided, the needle tip pierced deeply into the quilt, and the snake venom was not injected due to this mistake. The killer seemed to have expected this, and the corner of his mouth revealed a trace of contempt that saw through the trick.

However, for Wu Xie, this is the best opportunity.

Seizing the moment, the man shoulders the opponent away!The moment the needle was forced to be pulled out, the sharp and deformed needle was permanently stuck in the fine steel wire under the mattress, and was thrown into the dark trash can together with the failed assassination plan.

Needle syringes that do not have high-pressure injection conditions are completely useless at this moment.

The doorknob was shaken crazily from the outside, and the locked state obviously made the people outside the door lose their composure. There were only two bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang on the door. Come in.

The man holding the key clue lifted his body slightly and smiled:

"It's just in time, he's about to be strangled to death - please help me hang the water again, the back of my hand hurts a bit now."

Yan Yan didn't know what expression he should show.

The murderer was quickly escorted back by colleagues who arrived, and the young man who was not helpful at all sat awkwardly aside, watching the nurse fetch water for the man, and when the incandescent lamp above his head was turned on, the lights on the street outside the hospital gradually merged into fiery red River, he realized that the work that should have been completed today has not made any substantial progress.

"Officer Yan, let's eat together." The person sitting on the hospital bed folded the lunch box with chicken legs and said to him, "I asked my colleague to bring an extra meal, and it will be here later, just in time to chat. Let’s talk, apart from the mask issue, we haven’t said anything serious about it today, have we?”

Hearing the last sentence, the young man couldn't help tilting his head and coughing a few times, but he quickly recovered, took out his notebook and said:

"Mr. Wu..."

"Just call me Wu Xie." The man smiled, "If you don't mind, you can also call me Angkor."

"Angkor." The young man said kindly, "Let's start with what happened just now. Please describe what happened—this transcript will be submitted as a case file, and it is also one of the basis for conviction. The more detailed the better."

"Are you always this official?"

Yan Jian was stunned by the other party's question, but the person in front of him lowered his head and patted his mask clean, sighed with a smile, and looked over with bright eyes intently:

"I'm joking, it's good to be serious."

Next, Yan Li tried to concentrate as much as possible, and questioned the person in front of him who could easily shake his heart, and he gradually forgot about other things as he gradually entered the state. The pen no longer moves.

Wu Xie found that as long as he threw out what he had said to Liao Ke yesterday, the young man was still chatting with him on the surface, but the nib of the pen was always hanging on the page without falling. Only when he said something new, the other party would Make a quick note or two, and then ask in depth. Unlike Liao Ke's aggressiveness, although Yan Li doesn't talk much, the content hidden in the language has an imperceptible temptation, and he will fall into the trap if he is not careful.

From then on, he finally showed the quality and mentality that a criminal policeman should have, which made Wu Xie, who was a little relaxed, secretly vigilant. He repeatedly checked the testimony in his memory during the conversation, and quickly repaired the loopholes. With the cooperation of my colleagues, I ended this frightening transcript.

The lunch boxes that came in were almost cold, but fortunately there were no major problems.

After putting away the notepad, the young man returned to the taciturn look when he first met, and carefully placed all the vegetables in the lunch box on the bedside table, then took apart the chopsticks and handed them to the other party.

There are not many dishes, but the colors are beautiful.

Neither of the two are talkative people, and they seem to have nothing to talk about except the case, but... Although they are sitting opposite each other in silence, Wu Xie feels a strong sense of familiarity, and there are chaotic fragments in his mind It barked its teeth and clamored, and finally turned into a grayish white that stopped suddenly, and fell into the sapphire blue sea of ​​consciousness.

Starfire dips into a dark blue cocktail, bringing out a icy froth.

What he lost was the memory related to the faces and names of the characters in the first two worlds, and some events were also blurred, like photos that have been washed many times, with a sense of distance from the ages—but in fact, he came to this world, but only five days.

Fennao can't do anything about it, so it is suggested that he finish the task early and go to the transfer station. After all, as long as he returns to the transfer station and completely repairs the brain damage, the lost memory will be automatically retrieved.

"Angkor." The person in front of him suddenly asked, "Isn't it bitter for you to eat this?"

When he came back to his senses, Wu Xie realized that he had been eating stir-fried bitter gourd. The bitter taste permeated the tip of his tongue, with a refreshing breath that would never get boring—naturally this cannot be said, although he likes sour or bitter things, but I also know that most people's tastes are spicy and sweet, especially, there is a sweet tooth lover who has been exuding the smell of chocolate sitting in front of him.

"It's quite bitter." The man picked up a chopstick of tomato, "The food in the cafeteria is still a bit rough, this egg is beaten into pieces... Next time I have a chance, I will treat you - how about cooking it yourself?"

Wu Xie smiled slightly when he saw that Yan Xun turned his attention to the keyword of cooking.

If he exaggerates the food he likes, out of politeness, the other party will most likely stick out his chopsticks to taste it, but the tongue has always been fundamentally different, no matter what, he doesn't want this person to just cater to him. Eat a mouthful of bitter gourd.

The state of no topic was broken, and the two slowly chatted about food from all over the world. At this moment, Wu Xie suddenly heard a prompt from his brain:

"Ding, get the key clue, [unlocked] event progress value 1/3"

He clenched the chopsticks in his hand and was meditating, when the vibrating sound of "buzz" came from Yan Xun's trouser pocket. The young man glanced at the caller ID, pressed the connect button, and Liao Ke's deep voice came from the receiver:

"Ah, are you still in the hospital?"

"Yes." Yan Xun glanced back and asked, "What's the matter?"

"You go back to the bureau...the situation is not easy to say."

I don't know what news he heard, the young man "huo" jumped up from the stool, his face was full of shock, he quickly restrained when he caught the man's probing eyes, and answered in a low voice, he hung up the phone, leaned over and started to pack up the leftovers box.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xie looked at the dignified person in front of him.

"..."

The young man put the lunch box into a plastic bag, and after a long silence, he finally leaned down slightly to look at him, his deep diamond eyes were level with him in a quite powerful posture.

"Do you still remember the snake venom carrier caught this afternoon?"

Wu Xie nodded.

"He killed himself."

The man's pupils shrank, and shock bloomed unreservedly in the amber pupils of the young man.