No one in this world wants their lives to be controlled by others, or there is only one kind of person who is extremely helpless, that is, the patient.

Patients' emotions are always unstable. Because they always feel that their life is vague and anxious, and sometimes they make agitated behaviors. This is nothing more than hiding the uneasiness in their hearts and not understanding the hidden feelings, they will regard the patient as unreasonable and make a name for themselves, called the patient's teacher who is abhorrent.

Logically speaking, Ren Piaopiao sounded terrible in a car accident, but in fact, the damage she suffered was not serious under the buffering and unloading of the airbag. Of course, if the truck driver had not been shocked, he woke up most of the alcohol, and suddenly felt thrust, and instinctively stepped on the brakes to the bottom. Or, she fainted in the car without Qin Xiaolu taking them away in time, the airbag could not protect her luck of being crushed into meat pie or being burned to death.

So, she should be very lucky and should be in a relaxed and happy mood, but she didn't know what. In the afternoon, Qin Xiaolu, who came back from dinner, felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little wrong. Aunt Zhang sat aside and peeled the apple silently. She was unable to stabilize her hand due to mood fluctuations. After the deep and shallow one, or even a good apple peeled, the strong concave and convex feeling was terrible. The expression on her face was a little ugly, but she was silent and said nothing.

Ren Piaopiao on the bed sat against the head of the bed, holding his cell phone in his hand, facing the balcony window, motionless, as if in a daze. Suddenly, he said softly: "Aunt Zhang, I'm so embarrassed. Actually, you know that I'm basically fine. I have no major problems and have the ability to take care of myself. I will be discharged from the hospital in less than a few days. It's not that I dislike you, don't get me wrong."

Aunt Zhang took a bite of the apple, chewed it down, and said in a muffled voice: "I have nothing, but Mr. Ren entrusts you to me to take care of you. I'm afraid he will blame me for giving up halfway, maybe he questioned what I did not do well enough..."

Ren Piaopiao turned her head and looked at Qin Xiaolu who entered the room. She said softly to Aunt Zhang: "Not that Aunt Zhang, I just thought that for me, you have delayed all the family affairs. Besides, now that I have my cousin here, he can still help with some trivial matters."

Aunt Zhang also glanced at Qin Xiaolu and hesitated: "But he is a boy. I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you to serve you?"

"What's the inconvenience?" Ren Piaopiao smiled, "that is, I can do three meals a day, or various inspection items to run errands. I can complete other things myself."

Aunt Zhang thought about it, finally sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, since you have decided, I can't stand it. Then, just tell Mr. Ren."

She stood up, cleaned up for a while, and then went to the outside world. When she passed by Qin Xiaolu, she looked at him with a little resentment.

Ren Piaopiao said: "Aunt Zhang, I will tell my dad that he will give you an extra month of labor and work as a reward for you to take care of me for many days."

Aunt Zhang's feet stuttered slightly, her face, which was originally full of resentment, relaxed, and a smile appeared in her eyes. She did not look back, but her tone became much more relaxed: "Oh, Miss Ren, you are too polite, just explain to Mr. Ren, there is no need to spend money. Okay, I'm going home."

Ren Piaopiao said: "I will ask my dad to get the money to you."

Aunt Zhang nodded and smiled at Qin Xiaolu, "Little brother, I'll ask you to take care of Miss Ren in the future."

Qin Xiaolu said: "I can do it, please walk slowly."

Aunt Zhang said "yes" and left.

Qin Xiaolu turned around and closed the door, then returned to the bed, looked at Ren Piaopiao, silently, looked at Ren Piaopiao with a creepy smell, couldn't help but protect his chest with both hands and said, "You, what do you mean?"

Qin Xiaolu touched his nose and said, "Actually, I want to know what you mean."

Ren Piaopiao put down his hand, looked at him, and smiled and said, "Isn't it that there is you? Aunt Zhang has a family. The family affairs are cumbersome, but it is really a distant relative of my mother. My father thought that he had to have someone familiar to take care of me before he invited her out. Now, am I much better? How can I keep her? Didn't this let her leave her home?"

Qin Xiaolu said: "But, from what I see, Aunt Zhang doesn't seem to appreciate your affection, and seems to be very unhappy about you firing her."

"Of course," Ren Piaopiao said seriously, "I heard from my mother that Aunt Zhang's family is not well-off. The reason why everyone who is willing to give up her family and take care of me during the Chinese New Year is that she is paid for a high salary. I asked her to go home just now and interrupted her work. Of course she was unhappy. Later, I said that she would add her to labor for a month, and she was happy again, right?"

Qin Xiaolu nodded: "That's true."

Ren Piaopiao sighed and said, "Maybe, this is reality."

Qin Xiaolu sat down on the escort bed next to him and said, "You have been sitting for a long time, can you lie down and rest?"

Ren Piaopiao said: "Okay."

She lay down slowly, then looked at Qin Xiaolu's bed and said, "You can ask the cleaner to change the sheets yourself."

Qin Xiaolu nodded.

Ren Piaopiao closed her eyes: "I'll take a nap."

Perhaps, the patient's body was relatively weak, and perhaps Qin Xiaolu was by her side, teaching her to relax and feel at peace in body and mind, and soon she fell asleep.

Looking at that delicate face, it was like a big child sleeping obediently.

She was very quiet, with a slightly curved corner of her mouth, showing a faint quiet smile, very pure, uncontested purity.

Perhaps, this is her wish.

In her understanding, this girl simply thought that she would do business in business, as long as she followed the laws and regulations, and did her business well and was fine without any obstacles. She probably never dreamed that there were conspiracies and crises behind many things.

Qin Xiaolu stared at the pure face in a daze, a trace of unbearableness flashed through his eyes, sighed inwardly, took off his shoes, put his legs on the bed, and leaned against the head of the bed. With this, he leaned on it, and a hard object was pressed against his waist and back. When he reached out to touch it, it was his bamboo flute.

Pull out the bamboo flute, which was as ink as the whole body, lying quietly on his palm, but there was a faint trace of hostility flowing, just like a hibernating poisonous snake. Just give it a chance to awaken, it will immediately be the sickle of the god of death.

Qin Xiaolu gently stroked the Mo Di, as if he was touching his lover's skin, extremely gentle.

But in the deepest part of his eyes, a completely different murderous intent appeared faintly.

Qin Xiaolu is kind to others, at least on the surface, and is harmonious in the world, giving people the pleasure of spring breeze. However, no one knows the cruelty and coldness in Qin Xiaolu's bones.

Others spend the New Year with fun, but they are killing people.

In seven days, he killed at least three people.

Although he was reluctant to kill the fourth person again, he knew that it was almost impossible.

Three people, one of whom was a drunk driver, died in the detention room, and the other was Chen Xiangdong, the driver's fellow townsman, who were driving to Ren Piaopiao's car accident. The other was suspected of drinking with the driver. It was not surprising that he died. The third one was Shang Yunde, a Hong Kong businessman, who is the rich second generation among ordinary people.

How could a rich second-generation Hong Kong businessman enter Qin Xiaolu’s killing list?

Not to mention that the Hong Kong Shang family is extremely shocked, sad, angry and confused, and the one who is most distressed is the police in the detention center.

That day on the third day of the Chinese New Year, the detention center was relatively quieter than usual, and the police on duty were much more idle. After all, who would want to go into this place for trouble during the Chinese New Year? Even if they occasionally rubbed each other a little, they tried their best to restrain themselves in response to the festive Spring Festival.

Because of this, the police in the detention center were relatively relaxed and leisurely. Even the few in the surveillance room were chatting and talking about fun during the New Year.

At noon, the prisoners in each room also ate enough food with enough ingredients. According to the police officer who cleaned the dishes, the drunk driver seemed to be in a good mood and had a good appetite. The dishes were almost clean and he was also holding a newspaper he asked yesterday to watch with relish. At dinner time, the police officer who delivered the meal saw him lying on the bed with newspaper covering his face, so he shouted several times, but he didn't answer, and seemed to be asleep, so he put the food down. Later, when the police officer came to clean the dishes, the driver's food was not moved at all, and his sleeping posture did not change at all, like a dead person - a dead person?!

The policeman felt a sudden shock and opened the door and opened the newspaper - he was really dead.

There was no trace of scar on my body, my eyes closed and my expression was normal, as if I was asleep, I had slept to death.

How could it be dead?

Turning over the surveillance video, everything looks normal. The only thing that can be included in the suspicion is that a gust of wind blew in the corridor where detained people were detained in the afternoon - how could the corridor in the inner room be based on the wind?

Moreover, if it weren't for the chance that a small paper scraper was suddenly swept up by the corridor wall. Following this, a shadow appeared at the driver's outdoor door, but it was fleeting, like a phantom. Then, the paper scraps slowly fell suddenly swept up again, and then the corridor became quiet again.

"Is this a ghost?"

A policeman couldn't help but tremble.

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Chapter completed!