The medical room welcomed an unexpected guest.
Jian Si was lying on the bed. He wasn't bandaged like a mummy, but he wasn't much different. Bandages covered his entire body, and the places not bandaged were covered with colorful bruises. The most exaggerated was his face. Under the heavy wounds, there was no trace of his former good looks - in a word, miserable.
It was so miserable that it was impossible to associate him with the charming little white rabbit before.
"Master?"
At this time, anyone could come to see him, but Bei Ye? Jian couldn't think of any reason for him to be here.
Jian Si frowned, and this action caused the wound on his face to hurt, which he could not ignore. He subconsciously relaxed his brows and kept a calm expression: "You need help from me?"
Master Bei stopped in front of the bed and looked at Jian Si, who had lost his ability to fight, in silence.
"The boss wants to see you." After looking Jian Si over and making sure that he posed no threat in his current state, Bei Ye spoke.
"Black gloves?" Jian Si frowned, then relaxed his brows again: "He wants to see me?" He then thought of another possibility: "He is interested in doctors?"
"He hasn't gotten the answer to the previous question yet."
Jian Si recalled it. Although it happened not long ago, it seemed like just yesterday when he recalled it now.
Those things that happened not long ago were covered with a thick veil in his memory, so strange that it was surprising.
Especially his performance, which made him even have self-doubt, "Is that guy really me?"
Weak, stupid, cowardly, incompetent, all the bad adjectives can be used to describe his performance.
This made Jiansi's recollection time seem a little longer, because he had to suppress his constant doubts and questions - he couldn't even understand his own fear and the worse reactions caused by fear.
There is no fear greater than Jiang Yiyi.
He was on the verge of collapse because of death, which now seems ridiculous.
Jane thought about the problem of the black gloves.
"What do you want to do on the fourth floor?"
This doesn't seem like a question that necessarily needs an answer
Jian Si recalled his memory again and suddenly realized that there was another possibility - the words that made Black Glove stop and let him survive, the words he had forgotten.
In theory, that should be a very important sentence - Black Glove because it saved his life.
But emotionally, Jane couldn't imagine how much she could say—based on what he knew about her.
Jian Si was silent for a long time, until Master Bei spoke again.
"Come with me."
Jian Si looked at the wounds of varying sizes on his body.
"I've told Ye Wang about it." Beiye turned his head and looked at the prison guard who had been standing at the door of the medical room for who knows how long: "He agreed."
The prison guard leaned lazily against the door: "So I didn't stop you."
"Then please lend a hand." The wolf master commanded the other party without any mercy: "Help me take the person over."
The prison guard raised his eyes and looked at him.
"I'm old and can't do physical work. If you don't help, I'll have to ask others to help." Uncle Bei explained calmly, "But if these prisoners are gathered together... I'm afraid something might happen. It would be bad if it caused trouble for King Ye."
The prison guard laughed, stood up straight, and walked into the medical room.
He pressed the button casually, and the stretcher next to him slowly floated into the air and stopped next to the bed.
"Come down by yourself."
Jian Si was silent for a few seconds. From their conversation, it seemed that they had not considered his opinion at all, nor were they prepared to accept a rejection as an answer.
If it were the previous Jiansi, maybe he would try to do something - it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine how stupid things a person can do when he has no brain.
But at this moment, Jian Si was silent for a few seconds, then began to move his body with difficulty towards the stretcher beside him.
He was covered in wounds, and his broken ribs made it extremely difficult for him to move, and were accompanied by waves of pain.
Uncle Bei and the prison guard stood aside, watching each other's difficult movements in silence, and no one showed any intention of helping.
The bandaged wound opened again due to his actions.
A series of bloody marks were left on the white bed sheet, extending all the way to the edge.
Jian Si glanced at the stretcher floating next to the bed and simply leaned out. The stretcher shook a bit and supported him steadily.
"Let's go." The prison guard's tone was a little more playful, and he became serious: "Don't make Black Gloves wait anxiously."
Uncle Bei walked in front, and the prison guard walked behind him, holding the floating stretcher with one hand, and continued slowly: "However, Black Gloves still has the leisure to cause trouble for himself now?" He glanced at Jian Si on the stretcher.
Jian Si closed her eyes to ease the pain sweeping through her body.
"This guy is no longer a little white rabbit. Don't let him bite you." The prison guard retracted his gaze and continued to say to Bei Ye: "If Black Glove kills himself, King Ye will also have a headache."
"King Ye doesn't care about anything right now, but it doesn't seem like he cares much about the vice president's life."
"Your boss caused this trouble himself, how can you expect Ye Wang to help?" The prison guard sneered, "Don't say Ye Wang didn't help. Why do you think the doctor is so obedient now?"
Hearing the doctor's name, Jian Si opened his eyes and looked at the prison guard.
The prison guard noticed his gaze and glanced in his direction: "Isn't it because King Ye made a deal with him?"
"doctor… "
The old man didn't appreciate it: "The doctor is alone, no matter how dangerous it is, what can he do? But the others..."
He turned around and glanced at the prison guard: "Fatty, Vulture, Lion, and Lin Yi, these guys, is King Ye just going to watch them jump up and down?"
"Master Bei, Lin Yi is one of your people... Why are you so clear about your own people?" The prison guard glanced at the cell of Black Gloves not far away, slowed down his pace and said, "Besides, Black Gloves' death is troublesome, but wouldn't it be troublesome if the others died?"
"Lord Ye, you have to treat everyone equally." The prison guard stopped in front of the cell and said meaningfully, "After all, isn't it Black Gloves' own choice?"
"King Ye is the innocent person implicated."
Master Bei curled his lips and said, "What a silver tongue." With just a few words, he cleared King Ye of all responsibilities and even turned himself into the victim.
The prison guard released his hands from the stretcher, pressed the non-existent hat on his head imaginarily, performed a closing ceremony to mark the end of the performance, and without saying a word, turned around and left.
Uncle Bei glanced at his back, then his eyes fell on Jian Si. He frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but finally changed his mind. He said nothing and silently dragged the stretcher into the black-gloved prison.
"Vice President, the people have arrived."
"You go ahead and do your work." Black Gloves stood up, walked over to the stretcher, and looked at Jian Si: "You took so much trouble with that plan, I want to make sure it is foolproof."
Beiye nodded, glanced at Jiansi, and said vaguely: "However, this candidate..."
"I don't trust him." Black Gloves withdrew his gaze from Jian Si and looked at Master Bei: "Master Bei, I'm here, and you're the only person I can trust."
The expression of Mr. Bei changed, and he showed emotion: "I will definitely..." Thinking that there were outsiders here, he didn't finish the sentence, but the implication of "A gentleman will die for his friend" had already been conveyed to Black Gloves.
"Even if I die on the spot, I will complete the task you assigned to me!" He said firmly, "I will never let a traitor ruin your plan."
Black Gloves nodded and sent the guest away again: "Go and get busy."
Just as Beiye was about to turn around and leave, he caught a glimpse of Jian Si out of the corner of his eye and stopped, hesitantly saying, "Vice President, this guy..." He leaned over to Black Gloves' ear and whispered in detail about Jian Si's previous behavior.
"I understand." Black Gloves showed no surprise and waved to Master Bei.
The wolf left the prison.
After he left, Black Gloves did not rush to speak. He walked to the door, locked the prison carefully, walked around the room, checked it again, and then walked back to Jian Si.
Then he said something shocking.
"Who sent you here? What's your purpose?" He looked at Jian Si, whose face was bruised and swollen. "Why do you say that Beiye and Chiyun are traitors?"
What? Is Beiye a traitor? Wait? Who is Chiyun
There was confusion in Jian Si's eyes, and she fell into deep doubt.
The black-gloved hand reached out and grasped Jian Si's throat with familiarity.
"I ask again, who sent you?"
The familiar breath of death quickly enveloped Jian Si, and the pain came again, repeating the scene of that day, but this time, Jian Si was very calm - death could not scare him, and pain could not make him retreat, so how could he be fluctuating
"No one." Jian Si's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he answered his question with difficulty.
Black Gloves laughed: "What is your purpose?"
"No..." Jian Si paused, the doctor's face emerged in his mind, he trembled slightly, and almost subconsciously changed his answer: "What does the doctor want?"
The black glove loosened its grip, and a bruise slowly appeared on Jian Si's neck - but considering that he was covered in wounds, this small bruise was not very noticeable.
"Doctor?" Black Gloves thought thoughtfully: "You are the doctor's man... No, you are going for the doctor?"
If Jian Si was the doctor's man, then there was no need for him to ask Black Gloves what the doctor wanted. It was precisely because he was not the doctor's man that he asked such a question.
"At this critical moment, there are still people who are not coming for me?" Black Gloves raised Jian Si's face and looked at him for a few seconds: "Are you the president's man?"
"President?"
Who is this? Jian Si was confused again.
Black Glove shrugged off his performance—as someone who knew all too well about the traitors around him, how could he not know what he was talking about
And his act of reminding him of the two traitors proved that his position was, to some extent, neutral or friendly.
Black Gloves thought about the people who met these two conditions, and finally had to admit that there was only one person whose position he would not doubt.
That was the president of the Nianluo Society who sent him here personally and asked him to die as soon as possible.
"Don't pretend." Black Gloves let go of his hand and sneered, "Why did he ask you to come here?"
Jian Si followed his force and lay back on the stretcher. He took a deep breath and recovered from the state of near suffocation. Then he looked at the black gloves with a puzzled look on his face: "I really don't know any president..."
Black Gloves raised his eyebrows: "Whose are you then?"
Why did this question come back
Jian Si sincerely repeated his answer: "I am not anyone's." He paused slightly and added hesitantly: "If you have to say who I am, then I am the doctor's."
Although this is a unilateral request from the doctor - but refusing the doctor
Jian Si twitched the corner of his mouth. He couldn't do it.
Black Gloves looked at him with an unfathomable expression. If Jian Si agreed to his words, he would suspect that the other party was another spy trying to get close to him. However, Jian Si's firm refusal and even his behavior of dragging out irrelevant people to distance himself from the matter made him put aside some of his doubts - of course, he still distrusted the other party.
This is very necessary. After all, he is in a desperate situation where even his subordinates who have followed him for several years are traitors. In this situation, he will not trust anyone except himself.
"The doctor's people..." Black Gloves repeated the word, and said perfunctorily: "Then I'll assume you are the doctor's people. What do you want to gain by telling me this news?"
He studied Jane Si, trying to read the emotion fluctuations on that colorful face.
Jian Si frowned, sorted out his logic, and tried to distance himself from the matter again.
"I said, I don't remember that sentence."
The scar on Black Gloves' face trembled: "So you don't want anything?" He lowered his voice, and his tone suddenly spread a bit of temptation: "Although my current situation is a bit bad, but a lean camel is bigger than a horse. As long as you open your mouth, as long as I can do it..."
He looked at Jian Si, and his words were powerful and resounding.
"Whether it's money, power, or even freedom, I can give it to you."
If Black Gloves had said this to Jane Si one day earlier, perhaps he would have received an eager response.
but now…
Jian Si's heart was extremely calm, without any ripples.
Are the Black Gloves scary? Yes.
Are doctors scary? Yes, they are.
Black gloves are compared to doctors...
There is no comparison between the two.
Black Gloves himself was barely surviving, and the doctor... Jian Si couldn't even imagine that the other party was at a disadvantage.
How can the Black Gloves make him waver if they can't give him what he wants
Jian Si even found it a little funny—he suddenly realized something that made him laugh.
The existence that was once so powerful in his eyes that it could not be defeated, and even controlled his life and death, was no more than this.
"I don't want anything." Seeing Black Gloves's sudden calm expression, Jian Si hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Just don't come to me."
Even Jian Si, who knew nothing, could easily see how bad Black Glove's situation was at the moment and how terrifying the vortex slowly accumulating around him was.
The expression of the man in black gloves returned to calm, and the things floating on the surface peeled off from him, leaving behind the extremely unfamiliar black gloves.
"So, that's all you can give me?"
"I said, I don't remember what I said."
"I heard you, and it turns out you were right."
Jian Si sighed and nodded perfunctorily: "That's all I have to say, nothing more." So let him go back quickly.
"There is no one around me that I can trust." It is hard not to be moved by the hero's final moments.
The black gloves who said this seemed somewhat profound, and it almost gave people a glimpse into the colorful years he had experienced.
Jian Si turned his neck, looked towards the door, and said "hmm" in a very perfunctory manner.
What does it have to do with me? When can I leave
As these thoughts were floating in Jian Si's mind, he heard the other party's voice again.
"It's not a pity for me to die." Black Gloves noticed his gaze, he smiled, and continued calmly: "But before I die, I still have something to do."
Jian Si withdrew his gaze and looked at Black Gloves, feeling genuinely confused about the other party's attitude of talking - what on earth was he trying to achieve by saying all this
Black Gloves saw his confusion.
"Do me a favor."
"I reject."
As soon as Black Gloves finished speaking, Jian Si's refusal was already out.
"You don't have the chance to refuse." Black Gloves reminded him: "You must help me."
"Why?"
"Just..." Black Gloves sat up straight: "I can help you complete your task."
My mission...? Jian Si began to think about what his mission was.
“Gain the trust of your doctor.”
Jian Si suddenly realized, and then was moved by the other party - not to gain the doctor's trust, but the information about the doctor revealed in the other party's words.
Black Gloves wasn't surprised by his reaction.
"Now, we can talk about what's next."
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