Leo woke up from a coma, and the white ceiling of the hospital gradually formed in sight. He blinked his sour eyelids and found that he could not move above his neck. He touched it with his hand with drips, his face was wrapped in gauze like a mummy. The pain around the wound has been relieved a lot, and the body seems to be lying in the clouds lightly.
Li Biqing opened the door of the ward and walked in, and said in surprise: "Leo, you are awake!" He stepped to the bed in two or three steps, gently grabbed Leo's hand and brought it down, "Don't touch your face. , You just finished the operation and fixed your broken maxilla. The doctor explained that if the pain is still severe, you can adjust the analgesic pump yourself."
Leo Chi moved his lips. Li Biqing stopped him before he spoke: "It's best not to speak these days. If you need anything, you can write on paper." He took a pen and paper from the bedside table next to him. Holding the notebook, put the pen between Leo's fingers.
"I'm fine, don't worry," Leo wrote scribbled.
Li Biqing stunned, "Compared to me, you should care about yourself." He tried to conceal the worry on his face, "You don't know how badly you hurt! I stood outside the glass wall of the operating room, watching The doctors sew you back and forth like a broken sack. At that time, I really—" He choked and didn't say anything, his eyes full of sadness and heartache.
Leo looked at him silently, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his shirt, and slowly pulled it down, pressing his forehead against the opponent's forehead. The warm body temperature and familiar breath passed, and Li Biqing seemed to hear his unspoken words: "Don't worry, I am better now, and I will get better soon." He left him a bit, and then blinked playfully. He blinked, like an energetic little boy, who knew that it meant "I am much stronger than you think."
"Well, I know you will get better tomorrow, Kryptonian." Li Biqing was amused by him, took a water cup with a straw from the table, and slowly fed him down.
"I'm fine, there is a nurse here to take care of you, you go back to class." Leo wrote.
Li Biqing shook his head: "You have to be hospitalized for a while, I want to stay here and see if I can help."
Leo still wanted to write something to express his opposition. His future brother-in-law used a big trick: "If you disagree, I will tell Jasmine about your injury." This sentence is enough to kill him with blood, not to mention that now he only With half of the blood strip left, I had to stop writing and surrender.
"Excellent. Now I'm going to ask the doctor to see what you can eat. You have not eaten for more than a day." Li Biqing said, putting the water cup back on the table, picking up the thermos and walking out of the ward.
The room fell into a silent whiteness again, Leo spent ten minutes thinking about the case, and then staring at the ceiling in a daze. The free time is really tough! He sighed silently, and began to consider whether to ring the bell and ask the nurse to bring a magazine like "Sports World" over.
At this moment, the door was tapped twice, and a figure he didn't want to see came in. The man walked straight to his bed, dragged a chair and sat down, condescendingly looking at him. The expression on his face should be called "sympathy and comfort", but Leo suspected that it was actually a "glorious" wearing a Halloween mask. ".
"... Fortunately, he is not disfigured, he is still a beauty." The sturdy bald-headed man looked at him for a while, and judged in a frivolous tone.
Fuck you. Leo said in his throat.
"Can't you speak yet? Even though I can't say anything good, I still miss your voice." Anthony put his arms on the back of the chair, his chin resting on his forearms, "especially the phrase'Go to hell' ', the curly tongue of the ending sound is very charming."
Leo suddenly stretched out his hand to pull the bottle needle on the back of his right hand, seeming to want to bounce up and punch him again. Anthony was taken aback and quickly pressed his arm: "Okay, okay, that's the end of the joke. Apart from visiting you, I also want to ask, how did that chopstick die? Did you say anything before dying?"
The black-haired agent knew that he was referring to the old enemy in the fighting arena, "The Devil" Elan, and he almost died at his hands. Oh, they are all from the Siberian training camp. Maybe they have already forged a big beam there. It seems that this hatred is inevitable to death.
Speaking of which, thanks to the match in the basement training room, Anthony's two consecutive leg skills to beat him impressed him, although the teasing element was far more than imparting. But it is undeniable that if it were not for these two, even if Elan loses consciousness for a while, it will be difficult for him to take him down.
Thinking of this, Leo picked up his pen and wrote in the notebook: "Die because of your fame skills, and he recognized it before he died."
Anthony took a sip of white powder like a drug addict, showing a look of ecstasy and contentment. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the thrill of indirect victory. He opened his eyes after a long while, and his tone was a little more serious: "Thank you, Leo, I owe you personal love."
Leo twisted his neck uncomfortably and wrote: "I won't answer'you are welcome'. In fact, the best way for you to express gratitude is to stay away from me."
Anthony looked hurt and sad, "You broke my heart deeply, Leo."
Leo replied unimpressed: "Come on, I can see that you are so fake without any lie detection skills."
The other party suddenly reduced his grief, shrugged his shoulders in frustration, and a frivolous smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
"That has nothing to do with you. Remember to bring the door when you go out, thank you."
Anthony got up, walked a few steps, and returned to the bed. He took out a pocket knife about 10 cm long from his jacket pocket and threw it on his thin quilt. "Sick gift." After that, he walked out. Ward.
Leo recognized it at a glance. This was the VICTORINOX pocket knife commonly known as the Swiss Army Knife. The style should be "Hunter", with the unique stag head logo printed on the handle. It was a professional hunting adventure knife. After playing around with it, he found that the manufacturer's initials were engraved in the hidden place, which seemed to be a specially made boutique. He liked the knife so much that he didn't intend to return it hypocritically. Of course, if he did return it, God knows Anthony would do something irrational because of his face scandal.
When Rob pushed the door in, Leo was still fiddled with it bored, pulling out accessories such as saws, screwdrivers, and curved-tooth sickles and pressing them back.
"Ha, I know you must be bored when you wake up, so I came here to explode." The brown-haired and green-eyed agent sat triumphantly on the chair beside the bed.
"Does'Meng Liu' refer to gossip about a supervisor who mistakenly posted a sex video on the office network? Then there is no need, I know your taste." His partner vomited unceremoniously.
"No, no, it's different this time. It has something to do with the guy who was killed and headshot."
There was a word in this sentence that made Leo’s heart beat a beat. When he was shocked, Rob began to talk endlessly: "That guy is Martin? Sely, who had been in the Rangers for two years. After retiring, he found that his wife was lonely and intolerable. He went out of the wall and got involved with a police officer who often came to patrol the community. When he returned home without a word, the cheating couple was rolling the sheets on his wedding bed. He had an attack on the spot. , Robbed the policeman’s gun, and in the end caused one death and one serious injury. For this reason, he went to jail for twelve years-if the final sentence was not for'passionate killing', he would not even want to go out of his genre until he died."
"It's no wonder that his target was the police, who angered the entire law enforcement system because of his wife's infidelity."
"80%. He is withdrawn and rude. His only friend is Savi? Elan. The two met in the online chess game room. It just so happens that this'devil' is not good. I can't forget the feeling of kicking someone's head, but it's a pity that this hobby is not visible, so the two hit it off and played such a damn killing game." Rob's face gradually became gloomy, and his eyes flashed with disgust and resentment. Light, it seems that the shadow left by Mann’s immediate death is still there, and it will be difficult to eliminate for a long time.
Leo didn't want to persuade him about this. In the process of handling cases, they will always encounter psychological barriers of this kind. They have to learn to overcome and overcome obstacles by themselves. It is not a good way to always rely on others for enlightenment. Fortunately, time is like a never-ending stream that can wash away most of the impurities, including the spiritual.
"In short, this case is finally over!" Rob sighed, "I now start to think that the killing is a lone ranger who pursues the'retribution of evil'. You see, he sent two scumbags to hell and one at the same time. The police pulled it back-don't deny it, I have read the report of the site investigation, unless you two join forces, it is impossible to get the two lunatics."
After being silent for a while, Leo wrote: "The most troublesome thing for me now is the closing report. It's really difficult to write."
"Understandable," Rob said sympathetically. "It's the type of'can't write exactly what's true, and you can't fail to write it'. You have to grasp it. However, I don't think this will trouble you. Maybe you will catch it in the future. After you are finished, your report on the closing of the case can still be used as evidence for commutation."
Leo was silent again, with the gloomy atmosphere of a cloudless sky.
Rob patted his shoulder comfortingly, "But everything has to wait for you to heal."
"... I want to take a vacation." Leo suddenly said.
"Vacation? Great! How long have we not been on annual leave?" Rob was so excited that he almost twisted a few times, did a hip-hop or something, "Since I partnered with you, every day except for work, work, or work, I've been so fast. Depressed! Just take this opportunity to take a vacation, three months... No, half a year, not counting the time to recuperate, how about it?"
Leo looked helplessly at his happy partner, "Up to two months, including healing."
Rob screamed, "I hate killing! Why didn't he let go and let you fall back to hell!"
"That's impossible, because he wants to hold my hand. (Pun slang, also refers to XX relationship, um, you know~)"
"What? Is this true??"
"... It's tricking you."
"Oh, Leo! I remember you didn't have such a bad taste before!"
"Now I'm forced to lie in a hospital bed-although I don't think it's a problem to just put on my coat and go home-it's boring here, you have to make me a little entertaining."
"I'm not your pastime!"
"Of course, Sudoku and crossword puzzles are what you are so much easier than those.
Rob walked away angrily.
When he went downstairs, he ran into Li Biqing who came back carrying a thermos.
"Hi, Rob, why do you look like this?" the Chinese boy asked.
"It's nothing." The green-eyed agent looked at him and said, "It's you, isn't something uncomfortable? I don't think you can go upstairs smoothly."
The Chinese boy subconsciously pulled the cuffs of his long sleeves, and smiled embarrassedly: "I fell on the stairs before and rolled down the steps... They didn't mop the detergent on the floor."
"Do you need to see a doctor? It's very convenient anyway." Rob pointed to the doctor's introduction column hanging on the wall.
"It's okay, it will be fine in a few days, but it's just a little bruise."
"Now we have three wounded," Rob shook his bandaged arm to bid him farewell, and mumbled unwillingly as he walked: "Maybe I can talk to Leo and extend the holiday?"
When Li Biqing returned to the ward, he found that the dark-haired agent's mood seemed to improve a lot. At the moment, he was leaning on a soft quilt to read the Chicago Tribune. "I ran into Rob downstairs and he looked a little angry... Did you two fight?" he asked.
Leo wanted to laugh, but the movement of the wound made this slight movement a bit difficult, "It's okay, we often quarrel, and he forgets it when we turn around."
"He seems to get along well, isn't he? Very cute." Li Biqing said happily.
Leo glanced at him suspiciously, "Cute? I heard him describe you that way... This term is not easy to use. It is said that he will come to you as soon as the meal arrives recently, between you, shouldn't you..."
The Chinese boy flushed angrily at once: "What a joke, Leo! You know I am not...that...gay." He whispered, ashamed to speak.
Leo felt relieved, but what followed was an annoyance that even he couldn't understand, and a cloud of flocculation was stuffed into his chest. He took a deep breath, tried his best to get rid of this inexplicable feeling, and decided that it was necessary to change the subject, "I plan to take a vacation, about two months, what do you plan to do?"
Li Biqing opened his eyes childishly: "A vacation? Great! Where are we going? Beach? Camping? Travel?"
"Don't you want to take your language class anymore?"
"Yes, but I want to vacation more. Besides, isn't you there? You can be my temporary language teacher."
Looking at the other party's shining eyes full of expectation, just as cute and eager as a terrier dog eager to get rewards after trying to catch a fox, Leo felt that he could not be cruel to refuse, so he nodded.
After being happy for a while, Li Biqing calmed down quickly, opened the heat preservation pot and took out the spoon: "Before that, you have to take care of the injury. The doctor explained that you can only eat soft things these days and don't chew hard. You need to. Am I feeding you?"
Leo immediately took the thermos pot and spoon. He was really uncomfortable with others treating him as a wounded, and he was cautiously humming and asking for warmth. In fact, he planned to stay in the hospital for three or two days before being discharged. Although the case is closed, there is still a lot of finishing work. He has to type out that damn, headache report... Especially about the killing part. He can't write that he drugged himself. This will be met in court in the future. As evidence of the assault on the police, but you must write a reasonable process for his escape, and you can't let the responsibility fall on yourself... What a damn headache!
Looking up at Li Biqing, who was quietly waiting for him to finish his meal, Leo suddenly had a weird thought: If only that unscrupulous bastard had half the sense and low-key of his boy...
"His" boy. Leo didn't realize that he used this specific pronoun again before the address.
Now, he just wants to spend the rest of the time with this boy, even if it only has two months of peace and relaxation-and then re-enter the battlefield of bullets and bullets.
(Like a dark blue? End)
The next unit mainly develops emotional drama, and everyone's tense nerves can take a break.
The room of the fourth volume