Su Qingyu reached the S-level clearance standard, allowing the ocean to rest in peace and successfully leaving the [Sunshine Coast] copy.
Not long after coming ashore, Su Qingyu received a text message from Bai Huo reporting that he was safe.
He also went ashore, but at a different ferry.
Because Su Qingyu had seen too many fake white fires in the [Sunshine Coast] copy, when she saw this text message, she subconsciously doubted its authenticity.
Sure enough, the more copies you go through, the less trust there is between people.
The ferry crossing is deserted.
Not far away, you can see the sign of "Black Lake Nursing Home" flashing in the thick fog.
The sign flickered on and off, as if there was insufficient voltage.
Su Qingyu did not rush in that direction.
She just stood by the road, waiting for a monster.
After a while, a red taxi drove over from the end of the road.
The red taxi stopped steadily in front of Su Qingyu.
I rolled down the car window and saw a familiar face.
"Ding—your exclusive driver reports in."
Su Qingyu and Bai Yuanxiang got in the car.
The strange driver had a few more arms behind him than before, and even the interior decoration of the car was more luxurious than before.
It looks like he has made a fortune.
“It’s the same old place.”
The strange driver shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator in tacit understanding.
Su Qingyu leaned back in the chair and tore off the cloth that was wrapped around the wound on her hand. As the blood and the cloth were stuck together, she had to tear the cloth off along with that part, which was a bit painful.
The strange driver smelled the scent of blood and turned his head around.
Su Qingyu looked up at his eyes that were staring at her wound, and said helplessly: "When you drive, can you please not use the back of your head to look at the road?"
The strange driver stuck out his long tongue, licked his lower lip, and then kept swallowing his saliva.
Su Qingyu knew what he meant, and she placed the blood-stained cloth next to the seat.
"Drive well, this is your tip."..
The strange driver immediately turned his head excitedly and kept the car speed stable at 80 miles per hour.
Bai Yuanxiang also stared at the strip of cloth. She leaned her head gently on Su Qingyu's shoulder. Her body temperature, as cold as a corpse, was transmitted to Su Qingyu through her uniform, bringing with it a chill.
Her black hair gently brushed against Su Qingyu's cheek, bringing a slightly itchy touch and emitting a faint smell of hospital disinfectant.
The voice was gentle and emotionless: "Master, can I help you lick your wounds?"
The clown puppet also crawled out of the pocket.
Smells so good.
He hated Youyou for not carving a tongue for him.
"Are you acting like a spoiled child with me?" Su Qingyu looked at the little bit of blood oozing out of the palm of her hand. These were just some wounds on the surface of the skin and would heal soon.
"It's a pity to waste it, just like an unfinished test paper."
"Be good, there will be food when we get home." Su Qingyu politely declined Bai Yuanxiang's request to lick her hand, "I only have a little blood here, it's better not to eat it if I just taste it."
If it was just a piece of cloth wrapped around her hands, it would be fine, but licking the blood off her hands directly was putting her in the position of food.
Su Qingyu needs to take the dominant position in the process of dealing with the weirdness of the contract.