Himemoto's interpretation

She thought she was mentally prepared, but facing the bloody wound, Xingqi still unconsciously held her breath and turned away.

With just one glance, the shape and depth of the wound penetrated deeply into my mind and even my heart, and there was no need to ask "whether it hurts or not" at all.

There are neat cuts on the wound wall, and there are faint white bones under the opened flesh.

Fortunately, blood vessels and nerves were spared damage.

The detective pinched the assistant's red nose, "Don't cry."

"Don't cry." Xingqi clenched her lower lip, collected herself, and picked up the syringe for washing the wound, "Tell me if it hurts."

"Go ahead." The detective smiled indifferently, put his left hand back behind his back to support the sink, and asked again, "How about the movie in the afternoon?"

"Uh..." Xingqi wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, "Fell asleep."

"Asleep?" The detective's tone sounded with an inexplicable smile, "Didn't I send you the viewing rules for the 935 movie viewing meeting?"

"Have!"

Before the movie started, Lin specially distributed a paper-based movie viewing rule to Xingqi, which listed seven major regulations in total, and attached several carefully worded notes.

Xingqi glanced at it, and there were basic "can't look at the phone", "can't take pictures or videos", and "can't use the 'Run! Forrest Gump' metaphor" which was completely incomprehensible.

Flipping through the two pages of A4 paper, Xingqi recalled the detective's "Assistant Rules" that hadn't been updated for a long time, and even when the lights were turned off in the screening room and the movie started, she couldn't finish reading the two pages.

Perhaps it was because the environment with the lights turned off was comfortable and comfortable. She hadn't slept for several days and was too sleepy. Xingqi fell unconscious with her pillow in her arms before the opening title was finished.

She slept deeply, had no dreams, and woke up just in time for the ending credits roll.

The others didn't seem to notice that she slept through the whole scene, and they dragged her to discuss the highlights of the movie and what details could be improved.

Xingqi just nodded at the side, according to the expression and tone of the spokesperson, echoed two sentences "this is good" and "that is not bad" at the right time, and finally received the official member badge of "935 Movie Watching Club" issued by Lin himself .

……

"So the rule that our president gave you didn't say 'can't sleep'?"

"You are also a member? Wait, there is such a hard rule?"

"Yes." The detective closed his eyes and repeated a series of rules beginning with "can't".

Xingqi probably counted and surpassed her share of the seven rules, "Does every member have different rules?"

"Tailor-made." The detective raised his right hand and moved twice, his thumb brushed the blackness under Xingqi's eyes, "How long have you not slept?"

"It's only been a few days... hey hey! Don't move around!"

Carefully taking away the detective's right hand, Xingqi felt in a daze that something was wrong.

The detective's upper right arm was neatly wrapped with a bandage, and matched with the camouflage vest and trousers she was wearing now, it was more like a protective sports equipment such as an arm guard than a medical item.

Xingqi looked at her hands suspiciously, and her eyes fell on the stitches sealed aside.

Chatting with the detective about the seven rules and eight disciplines of the 935 Movie Watching Club, she unknowingly completed debridement and disinfection, suturing and a series of follow-up actions.

She just wanted to put some red medicine on the detective?

Seeing the assistant was stunned, the detective tapped her palm: "Do you know the meaning of 935?"

"I don't know..." Xingqi was at a loss.

She always felt that this group of numbers was indescribably familiar, but she hadn't thought about the specific meaning.

"9th Floor, Building 35."

"...Simple and clear, the president is awesome!"

Xingqi's attention was quickly diverted by the coolness of her palm.

The bathroom used as an infirmary was heated, probably due to blood loss, the detective's hands were cold, Xingqi grabbed her wrist and kneaded her fingers one by one.

"Do you feel it?"

"It's broken, but it's not broken." The detective disagreed.

Xingqi hummed, "I don't know whether to say you are thick-skinned or thin-skinned."

"Thick ones." The detective smiled, "Okay, go and get something to eat, I'm hungry."

The refrigerator in the kitchen was turned upside down, thinking that it would not be easy to digest at night, so I made a steamed egg, and squeezed the juice with spinach and tomatoes separately.

Back upstairs, mist mixed with the smell of toiletries and the sound of running water came from behind the half-opened door.

Xingqi peeked through the crack of the door, and vaguely saw the camouflage vest that the detective wore before falling on the ground.

She freed her hand to knock on the door and asked, "Can I go in?"

After waiting for a long time without reply, Xingqi pushed open the door by herself, followed the smell and sound into the bathroom.

The foam in the bathtub rose and fell with the waves, submerging the part below the detective's collarbone. She leaned her head on the bath pillow with both ends turned up, her long hair was loose, and her eyes were closed, as if she was asleep.

Xingqi put the dinner plate aside, half squatted and half knelt on the uneven non-slip floor, touched the detective's right arm resting on the skirt of the bathtub, fortunately, it didn't touch the water.

She leaned over and sniffed, and got rid of the toiletries and water vapor. The smell of medicine was very strong, and the sweet smell of blood could hardly be smelled.

The detective must have not rested much during this time, his eye sockets were sunken, and there were several chapped vertical lines on his lips.Although soaking in a hot bath, a little blood color has returned to the cheeks, but there are still traces of long-term wind on the skin.

A former secret agent on a secret mission——

A few hours ago, Xingqi was still a little excited when she learned of her identity as a detective.

But after truly seeing the price and pain, the blood froze rapidly, and the eyes were sore and swollen.

Don't cry.

Xingqi inhaled slowly, holding back her tears, touched her lips on both sides of the bandage, then blew into the bandage, and whispered, "Huhu, it doesn't hurt or hurt."

There was a sudden wave of water flow above the head, and the detective slid deeper into the foam, even a small half of his chin was immersed in the foam, he opened his mouth, hesitant to speak all over his face.

Xingqi asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"...You haven't changed your age on your ID card, have you?"

"Can the age of the ID card be changed?" Xingqi asked back in surprise, stretched out her hand to take down a glass of tomato juice, opened the lid and handed it to her left hand, "Do you want a straw?"

"Thank you, Xingqi, but I don't need it." The detective took the hand and looked at her through the glass, "Why don't you back down?"

You are the kid, Xingqi stuck out her tongue and made a grimace, and answered the detective's question, "Long time no see, I want to see you more."

The detective coughed violently as if he had choked on tomato juice.

Xingqi's eyes were sharp and her hands quickly grabbed her right hand that was almost submerged in the water, "Slow down, little detective."

"Shut up, don't talk."

The detective gave her a sideways look, sipping tomato juice, then spinach, intently.

After taking a sip of the steamed egg, he was ruthlessly dismissed as old and astringent, and reluctantly entered Xingqi's stomach.

The foam at the other end of the bathtub swayed like a cloud in the wind for a while, and the detective returned the empty cup to the assistant. "It is a newly opened smuggling line. It passes through Ryukyu to Japan, and then goes to Europe and the United States."

The topic changed too abruptly, Xingqi pondered for a moment before realizing that the detective was introducing her secret mission.

"What about this?" Xingqi pointed at the bandage.

"This..." The detective squinted his eyes due to the hot air, "The old horse stumbled."

Find what you want on the smuggling boat disguised as a fishing boat, and let the helper Medelus handle the rest. However, when changing the boat, the smuggler lurking in the fish cabin shot a cold arrow.

To be honest, when she saw the crossbow arrows penetrating into the ship's side, what she thought was that she wanted to return home, so that she did not hesitate to reject the suggestion of Medrus and other official anti-smuggling teams to gather, and set foot on the return journey.

"that……"

What is the smuggled goods?

Xingqi hesitated for a moment, closed her mouth and bit her tongue, this is not an area she can touch.

"Why are there so many of this and that?" The detective moved his fingers, and the assistant consciously went over to rub her ears, "Want to ask about smuggled goods?"

"No." Xingqi categorically denied it, paused, and picked up a handful of hair from the water, "Let me wash your hair for you."

The detective raised his eyelids, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, sure." Xingqi nodded like a pecking rice, "It's not convenient for you to come by yourself."

The detective stopped talking and handed over the grooming suit. He turned ninety degrees counterclockwise, with the top of his head facing the assistant.

It seems that you can't ask for it.

"That..." While washing off the foam and stroking her long hair that was blown by the wind and soaked in water, the detective who Xingqi thought was falling asleep suddenly said, "It's stolen goods."

"swag?"

"A collection of cultural relics, mostly porcelain and jade, and a small amount of jewelry."

At the beginning of the Gregorian calendar year, an auction house in Germany was seized due to tax issues. The seized information showed that four Southeast Asian collections with unknown origins and high prices had changed hands through the auction house.

The results are all in line with the stolen collections reported in the Sanjiang River Basin early last year.

During the period, more than a dozen stolen collections from the Sanjiang River Basin appeared in Europe, America and other places.

There are nearly [-] collections, and the transaction prices are astonishing.

However, after nearly two months of investigation, nothing is known about the transportation route, buyers and sellers, handlers, etc., except that the transshipment place is in Southeast Asia.

There is no doubt that this is a well-organized and wide-ranging cultural relics reselling network.

Last month, the Japanese side received a tip-off that suggested the possibility of shipping by sea, and only then did they find a breakthrough.

Although it is very likely that it is just an insignificant thread in the reselling of cultural relics, at least Xingqi is avoided-none of the collections entering the market come from the Lost and Found Alliance.

In other words, the thief is a new collection thief after Xingqi.

The modus operandi is similar, but the subtle differences are enough to draw a line between the thief and Xingqi from more than two years ago.

If you follow this line, unless someone from the Lost and Found Alliance leaks the secret, you won't be able to find Xingqi.

It took half a month to deal with the alliance staff who are suspicious of chicken thieves and sometimes bureaucratic, just to ensure this.

Of course, it is impossible to tell Xingqi herself the details.

The detective spoke vaguely, as soon as he clicked, Xingqi didn't care, and concentrated on washing her hair.

Washing your hair is a technical job, especially the detective's long and thick hair.

It was so easy to clean it strand by strand. Seeing that the detective's eyes were closed and her breathing was even and long, Xingqi gave her a head massage for a while. It took a long time, and she planned to go get a bath towel and ask her to change places. sleep.

Pass the command to get up to the lower limbs, but the feedback is an inexplicable itching.

No, it's over.

The rough, non-slip floor below the knees, and the legs give out for too long in this position.

Xingqi held on to the edge of the bathtub, trying her best not to fall or fall into the water.

However, at this moment, the detective head turned from left to right, and then back again, slowly opened a pair of tired eyes with triple eyelids, yawned, stretched out his hand to hold Xingqi's arm and sat up straight.

"Not done yet?"

It's over.

Fell head down into the water with thin foam, Xingqi thought so.