The safe house is just a cage. If someone wants to kill you, you have nowhere to escape.
After I uncovered the fact that Guan Yuecun and Wu Gang killed me, I was transferred to a nursing home again. The chest injury was still not healed, so I could only lie in the ** to continue the treatment.
The days of receiving treatment were very boring. Fortunately, Zheng Xiumin was accompanied by the iceberg beauty. After coming here, she became taciturn. In addition to changing my infusion and changing the medicine, she went to the room in a daze.
And I can only lie down and look at the white ceiling. The white layer above has just been painted, and the moisture hasn’t dried up. After watching for a long time, I imagined what patterns there would be.
This nursing home is very quiet. It seems that there is only me, Zheng Xiumin and the armed policemen guarding the gate. The daily meals are very small, and they are all steamed vegetable soup. There is no meat or oily water, and I don't feel hungry.
In my sleep, I had taken the medicine prescribed by the senior in the ring, and the wound healed quickly. I always wanted to inquire about the results of Guan Yuecun and Wu Gang from Zheng Xiumin’s mouth. She always said "Military Confidential, no comment" prevarication.
Four days after I came here, I couldn’t bear the boredom anymore, so I quarreled with Zheng Xiumin. She pressed me to the police and yelled: "Your injury has healed. Now you will start to remove the stitches, and then you can leave. Here it is!"
I still have infusion needles on the backs of my hands. I don't want to get the needles out of the blood vessels, so I won't argue with her anymore.
Zheng Xiumin pulled the cart and sat on the edge of the bed, and then began to disinfect her hands, preparing to remove stitches for my wound. There was only the sound of surgical instruments colliding with each other in the room.
I lay down in **, looking towards the ceiling, and I felt the sky was spinning around, and a skull pattern appeared on the white ceiling, which became clearer and clearer, with a pair of black eye holes, a garlic-like nose hole, and cracks. His big mouth reveals a row of white teeth.
It may be my dizziness, which I have become accustomed to.
However, I saw the jasper on my chest start to flicker, and Zheng Xiumin, who was holding the tweezers and scissors, also showed a surprised look, and asked me: "What is hanging under your neck that still flashes?"
I reminded her quickly: "Be careful, we are in danger!"
She disagreed, and said frankly: "This is the safest place, safer than the training ground. If you lie down and stay still, I have started to remove the stitches!"
The teeth of the skull pattern on the ceiling united one by one, and said in a hoarse but clear voice: "Welcome to your arrival and stay, this place will become your site!"
I thought I had auditory hallucinations, and hurriedly asked Zheng Xiumin: "Did you hear it? Someone was talking to us."
"Is there anyone?" Zheng Xiumin said with a question: "This is you and me. I didn't speak to you?"
I continued to look up to the ceiling, and saw that the skull pattern gradually gave birth to flesh and hair, and then dripped blood on the ground. A drop of dirty blood dripped on my forehead. I wanted to wipe it off with my hand, but found myself Both hands were bound by the two infusion belts, unable to move, and the transparent infusion belt was not the liquid medicine but my blood, which was pumped into the glass bottle.
"Did you see it? The ceiling, and the infusion tape!" I yelled to Zheng Xiumin.
She did not raise her head and continued to remove stitches from my wound. I felt pain like needles. The image on the ceiling gave birth to skin but was covered with scars. This is the face of a man with a wide forehead, high cheekbones and thick lips. Daojian has thick eyebrows and a beard, but there is a scar on both cheeks and a scar on his forehead.
His hair was loose, a mouth, a large drop of black blood dripped into my right eye, making me feel like burning pain.
I struggled desperately, but Zheng Xiumin cut the last suture thread, pinched the end of the thread, took a needle from the stainless steel box, took out a stabilizing needle, and injected it into my muscles.
Under the effect of the sedative, I closed my eyes.
Then I heard Zheng Xiumin's sigh and the sound of packing equipment. Finally, she pulled the quilt over me and left the room.
I want to open my eyes, but my eyelids are heavy. This hoarse voice once again attached ears to me: "Young man, thank you for coming. I can finally find a successor. Here, I have stayed enough. Even if it is to send me to hell, I am willing."
"Who? Who are you?" I closed my eyes and asked, "What are you doing here, I have my own job, and I won't take your class!"
I felt a big sticky hand brushing across my face. This hand was a bit thick, and my fingers and palms were full of calluses.
"Your living work is just for living, and the work here is forever. Young man, tell me your name, and if you say you are willing to replace me, I will pass on all my treasures to you!"
While struggling, I opened my eyes. The room was silent and the light was on. I tried to sit and lie down, and I saw that the infusion belt on the back of my hands was still flowing yellowish liquid, and my right eye was also Doesn't feel abnormal.
"Is it because I have hallucinations?"
When I was looking for Zheng Xiumin's trace, I found that the needle on the back of my hand was crooked, and a pair of large bags appeared on the back of my hand, commonly known as "traveling needles."
Just as I was about to open my mouth to shout, an old face full of scars suddenly appeared in front of me, less than 5mm away from my face, almost close to my face.
The moment this face appeared, I was shocked by electricity, and I couldn't move my body, even my eyes couldn't blink.
This face slowly gave birth to the neck, and the body and limbs below the neck. This is an old man in a white military uniform, with the epaulettes under the neck as red as snow.
He pulled a chair, sat down by my bed, and said to me: "Young man, do you love your country? Do you love the party?"
Although I was a little frightened, I replied without hesitation: "I love, I am Chinese. Of course I love my motherland and my party. I hope to join the party as soon as possible and become an honorable party member."
The old soldier in front of the bed nodded and responded: "Very well, this is a sanatorium and a secret battlefield. I swear to defend the motherland and our new regime, and I will die with the enemy. I originally thought that death was the end, but I did not expect death to be a continuation. The enemy is still staring at us, but I can no longer fight against them. This difficult task is left to you!"
I'm at a loss, what is going on? And who is this person in front of the bed
This person stood up and turned his back to me. I saw that his sturdy body was a little rickety, his back gradually oozing blood stains, and the white military uniform was dyed red.
"I am a soldier and an underground worker. It is my mission and duty to fight against enemy agents, even if I sacrifice myself!" He turned around, revealing a face full of wounds. The eyeball is still hanging outside the eye socket, and the other eye socket is black.
I opened my mouth wide in fright, and he slowly said with his swollen lips: "My name is Shock, what's your name?"
"Shock?" A popular name, I didn't respond.
The other party eagerly said: "I am about to leave here and participate in the reincarnation, but the enemy's ghost has not dissipated, I can't rest assured! Young man, I have seen your courage and loyalty, can you replace me and continue to stick here? , Confronting enemy agents?" (End of this chapter)