Rational derailment

Hearing the siren, the group of perpetrators glanced at each other and fled in all directions.Wu Si rushed to Miller, the knife was stuck in his lower abdomen, blood flowed wildly, when he supported him, Wu Si could feel that Miller was completely powerless, and his whole body was leaning against him.

DQ froze in front of the two of them, holding a trash can in his hand that was about to smash people, at a loss.

"Get out!" Wu Si suddenly yelled at DQ, "Isn't it to you that everyone is a bastard who steals your rations? Then why are you staying here? Anyway, this person is dead or alive and you It doesn't matter, just hit and roll until the police come."

"I..." DQ didn't leave, and still held up the trash can, looking clumsy.

Miller's body was sliding down, and Wu Si had to kneel down and use more than half of his body to support him, and his body temperature was getting lower and lower.The hand holding the handle of the knife gradually lost its strength. Miller felt Wu Si's hand trembling constantly. He wanted to say something to reassure him, but due to the unimaginable pain, he couldn't say a word.

"If you still have a fucking conscience, come over and help, I can't hold his wound anymore." His hands kept shaking, and Wu Si no longer knew who was shaking, the intertwined hands could only feel the coldness of the other party , Wu Si pressed tightly on the bleeding wound, "Stay awake, Miller, look at me, don't sleep, the police will come soon, look at me, bastard, why are you so slow!"

Seeing Wu Si's anxious look, Miller really wanted to tell him that it was all right, he hadn't stabbed an important part, but the excessive blood loss and severe pain made him stop talking, and staying awake was already the limit.

DQ had already thrown away the dirty trash can and ran over to hug Miller, which would help Wu Si hold his wound better, but the two of them paid no attention to him, as if he was walking or staying It doesn't matter at all.

The police car took Miller directly to the hospital, where Wu Si and DQ made simple notes.

Fortunately, those people didn't stab Miller's vital organs, and punctured a few holes in the large intestine, which only needed to be stitched up.However, due to relatively backward medical measures, after suturing, an ugly centipede scar was left on the abdomen.

After waiting for the anesthesia in the unclean hospital, Miller woke up from the pain and received another injection of pethidine, and finally managed to get normal ventilation.When choosing whether to stay in the hospital for observation or go back to recuperate, the two chose to go back to the hotel by coincidence.

Although the hotel is not very clean, it is much better than the hospital with people coming and going and the hygiene is extremely poor. Here, the probability of wound infection is slightly higher.

DQ left after making sure that Miller was fine, and Wu Si didn't say much, and left him the business card and room number of the hotel they were staying in, and told him, the guy who blocked the knife for you while lying on the bed, Is a director who adores you and will be very happy if he wakes up and sees you visiting him.

Without answering, DQ took his business card and left the hospital.Wu Si knew that he would definitely show up, and he could confirm that Miller's trick was successful before he escaped from the scene immediately.

Opening the door of the room, Wu Si helped Miller to sleep on the bed. The bed was as rigid as a plank. When lying on it, it made a creaking sound, and Miller showed a painful expression. Wu Si said He deserved it, but went to his own room next door, brought over the quilt and pillows, and remade the bed for Miller to make him sleep more comfortably.

"I don't know, so you are also anxious." Miller leaned on the two pillows, and finally recovered a little color.

"The situation forced you to act with sincerity. How could I pass up the opportunity to force him to submit." Sitting next to Miller, Wu Si peeled an apple.

Indeed, in that situation, DQ experienced violent turmoil in his heart, and he needed someone to stimulate him to wake him up.But, is that really just acting?In order for DQ to face up to the two of them?

Obviously not.The hands holding Miller were trembling all the time. The always rigorous person even forgot to hold down the bleeding at first, looking at a loss.

"You are obviously in a hurry."

"I do not have."

"Anxious."

"I said no, what else do you want!" Throwing the half-peeled apple on the table, Wu Si didn't care how long the table hadn't been wiped and how many bacteria spread on it.

"You're in a hurry again now." Miller looked at Wu Si and said seriously.

"..." It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Wu Si was indeed anxious because he was said to be in the center. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then met Miller's eyes, "Have you ever thought about that knife?" If you hit a vital point, you will die, and you will lose everything?"

What the best screenwriter in Hollywood, what invited Louie to star in, what masterpieces, you have nothing fucking left.

"No." Miller wanted to laugh, but found that the expression on the opposite person was too serious, so he could only cough dryly to cover up his smile, "I hit that knife on purpose, within the range he could reach , within my control."

At the moment when this sentence was finished, Miller seemed to see flames erupting from Wu Si's eyes.

"Don't be angry, I..." Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Miller hurriedly wanted to explain, but unfortunately the other party didn't give him a chance to continue talking.

Wu Si stood up abruptly, accidentally kicked over the bench he was sitting on just now, and walked towards the door. "You should be stabbed to death, so that damn agreement between us will disappear, and I will be completely free!"

Like venting his anger, when he opened the door, he used too much force and almost hit himself, and the door was bounced hard against the wall.

"I'm very happy," Miller said loudly when Wu Si walked out and was about to close the door. "When I saw you panic, I thought it was worth the knife."

However, what he answered was the door was slammed shut, and three words squeezed out of his teeth like a curse, "Go to hell."