At the same time, inside the hall.
The second son and the third son were sitting, one lit a cigarette in his hand, and the green mist was lingering.
"Sao Lin said that when she helped Shen Hu out of the toilet, she didn't even have the strength to walk, so she could only put all of her weight on her. When she was about to enter the door, Shen Hu accidentally kicked the steps and headed towards the flowerpot. I planted it, and then it was what we saw when we rushed out."
The second son took a mouthful of cigarettes with an unclear look: "Go and check the fragments of the flowerpot."
The third son thought for a moment, then understood the key, immediately took the order and strode away.
Soon, he turned back and whispered: "Complete, not lost."
The fragments are intact, that is to say, Shen Hun did not engage in small actions to hide a weapon, then why did she fall this fall? Even hurt yourself.
"Second brother..."
"Watch people closely. By this time, there is no turning back. If you don't succeed... you will become benevolent."
The neck of the third son felt cold, and his eyes were heavy: "I will pay attention."
"Just to be on the safe side, I'll give her another half tube tonight."
"it is good."
In the middle of the moon, the sound of the key unlocking came from the quiet night.
In the next second, the lights in the house were bright.
Shen Wei squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden light.
She lay on her back, the third son's ill-intentioned face was directly above her, smiling wickedly and taking out a tube of injection.
Shen Hou turned his head away and stopped looking.
Quietly feeling the tingling pain into the arm, the outside light saw that the medicine stopped halfway after being pushed in. The man quickly pulled out the needle and put it back into the low-temperature sterile box.
"Shen Hou, I warn you, be honest, don't play tricks, otherwise it will be too late for you to regret!"
After putting up the cruel words, the third son turned and left, the door slammed, and of course, he didn't forget to lock it.
However, Shen Hou only thought he was farting, and said something, which was not at all heart.
Now she focused all of her attention on her body, imagining that the medicine traveled along the blood vessels and traveled all over the body. When the medicine had a seizure, she began to feel a noticeable loss of strength, and the duration of this process was about the same as when she silently counted from 1 to 200.
Next, it was the time from when she obviously felt that the drug worked to when she fell into a coma. She counted from 1 to 256.
A second before falling into darkness, Shen Hou forced his brain to write down this set of numbers, 200 and 256.
…
Under the same moonlight, on the outskirts of Ningcheng, about two kilometers away from the highway intersection, the man was dressed in black, standing upright in the wind, immovable like a mountain.
"Master, they should have changed the Jinbei in this place, then drove another car and left."
"Did the surveillance record it?"
Chu Yujiang shook his head, "The other party is very vigilant, and has planned an escape route in advance, and also arranged for different vehicles to be replaced along the way, trying to disrupt our tracking."
Such meticulous planning, if no one instructed or instructed, he would not believe that he was killed.
However, who has such a great ability? Not only did he dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, but he also robbed Shen Hou directly from under his eyelids!
…
When I opened my eyes again, the window was gray, and there was a faint light on the horizon—the dawn broke.
It's another day.
Before sunrise, the two men took Shen Hou into the car and continued on the road.
Shen Hou still pretended to be weak and limp in the back seat, with one hand on the other arm, like a quiet puppet, his eyes blank.
This is what the two men see in the mirror.
I don't know if the medicine is too strong, or her own mentality collapsed first, and a kind of numbness of recognizing fate showed from her body.
The two looked at each other and felt relieved.
But in fact, the palm of Shen Hun's arm on the other side was secretly exerting force, and she could clearly feel the pain caused by the fracture of the wound, and a little bit of blood gushed into the gauze to make it warm and soft.
The pain keeps her sober and vigilant.
But there is no wave on her face, like a machine without emotions, only running in a wood, and gradually losing consciousness.
"Shoo!"
"what are you doing?"
The third son has smelled here and there, frowning and skeptical: "How can I smell a bloody smell?"
Shen Hun's hand loosened, his tight nerves eased, and his breathing returned to steady.
The next second, the car stopped.
The man in the driver's seat suddenly turned his head to look at her, his wandering gaze fell to the position of Shen Hou's elbow, and his eyebrows were cruelly twisted.
The third son followed his line of sight and looked at him: "It's cracked?"
"How did you deal with it?" The second son said calmly.
When this matter is said to be big or not, it is not too small. Shen Hun does not have a fever now, it is just a wound, which will heal after a long time; but once the wound is infected and the fever starts, they have no anti-inflammatory drugs in their hands, they must go to the city center. The situation is more serious, and they may have to be hospitalized. treatment.
This is equivalent to treating yourself as a living target, shiningly erected under Quan Hanting's eyelids.
It's possible to be shot into a hornet's nest every minute.
Therefore, Shen Hun can do nothing, not even have a fever or a cold!
"Go, re-bandage her wound well and carefully for me, and the next time, you just get out of here, and you don't have to follow me to the joint location."
Third son: "..." I was so suffocated that I wanted to hit the wall.
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In the late chapter, the correct answer to the last question is-D! Hou Hou needs pain to help her fight the drug.