Chapter 207 Memories

Yin Hui also turned around and entered the room.

After a long time, when the policeman next to him came up to ask him for instructions, he realized. His mouth opened because of fear slowly closed, swallowed and spitted, his sore and weak arms held the car body, and gasped heavily.

It seems that he was so scared just now.

"Police Officer, I..." The white coat slowly walked up, with apologetic expression on his face.

"My mother, call the police next time and see it carefully." The little police leader scolded the doctor and clamped his legs. When the scalpel was standing in front of him just now, he was so scared that he wet his pants. This kind of thing should not be seen by his subordinates, otherwise there would be no place in the police station in the future.

It’s not that he was timid, but because he watched the National Security Bureau in the movie. Everyone in the National Security Bureau held state secret documents, which were even more powerful than secret agents. Killing a person is easier than killing a pig, and it will not be punished by law.

But how could he know that movies are movies, and they are never really portrayals of real life.

"I know, I know." The white coat nodded and bowed, apologized repeatedly.

"Boss, we..." A policeman walked up hesitantly: "Do you want us to accompany you to see some patient..."

"No, you go first. You guys from the National Security Bureau are not unaware of the people. They kill people like numb, and they don't even blink. Go back, I'll deal with them." He coughed and cleared his throat. Even at this moment, he did not forget to show off.

"Well, then I'll bother the police officer. If you have anything to do, we'll be back at any time." The policeman waved behind him for a while, and a group of policemen got into the car. After the police left, the little head took a breath, escaped from his pocket, and wiped it between his legs.

It was not until he finally confirmed that he could not see any trace, so he glared at the white coat: "Let's go. Go in."

The white coat hesitated for a moment. He called the police. I wonder if the National Security Bureau staff who was killing people without blinking would knock him.

As if they understood the doctor's thoughts, the little policeman patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, with me here, they dare not do anything to you."

"Then I'll trouble you." The white coat took a deep breath with relief and took the lead in walking into the extremely familiar ward.

In the quiet night sky, starry lights dotted among them, a full moon shines on the phases of the world. Yin Hui, who had woken up, looked up at the moon and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Is Tang Yan, who is also in the sight of the moon, also looking at the moon? Are she thinking about herself? Or is she calling her name in her dream.

He closed his eyes slightly, imagining the cute look of Tang Yan when she was sleeping soundly, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

The violent snoring of the scalpel made the wind chimes above her head tremble, making a crisp sound, as if Tang Yan was expressing her lovesickness to herself. As she listened, she fell asleep again.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already early morning. After sleeping in the floor for a night, both of them had a sore waist and back pain. After standing up and rubbing, they saw the little policeman who had become panda eyes walking up tremblingly: "Report, the patient was sleeping all night last year."

After looking at Zhou Daqing who was sleeping, Yin Hui nodded. Feeling the expression of desire in his eyes, he could still guess the other party’s thoughts: “Okay, you go back first.”

"Thank you, the officer." He hurriedly turned around and left, fearing that the scalpel would wake up and not let him leave.

"How can this guy sleep so much?" Yin Hui looked at the saliva scalpel and kicked him with his feet: "Boy, wake up."

The scalpel turned over and muttered a few words in his sleep, but he didn't understand what the other party said. But the general idea was that he would wake him up so early.

"Boy, wake up quickly. Zhou Daqing is almost dead."

"Tsk, don't scare me, I'm hoping that boy will die. If I die, I can get a share of it. After all, my friend cannot be used as a free person." The scalpel got up from the ground, put on his shoes, and walked towards Zhou Daqing. Seeing him sleeping soundly, he didn't say much, just sat on a chair.

"Two, I treat you today and I just apologize to you." The white coat walked up with a happy smile on his face. Although he had practiced this smile for a long time, he could still see the fear revealed inside.

"No need, just buy me two small cages of small cages." The scalpel replied lazily, looked at Zhou Daqing, and gently patted him on the face: "Hey, brother, wake up, wake up, wake up, the sun is about to burn its butt."

I heard the scalpel's tone without any resentment. I was ecstatic and almost ran out of the room to buy a small bun.

Zhou Daqing's closed eyes finally slowly opened a crack.

However, his body began to struggle violently, and he shouted: "Xiaowei, no, no, what's wrong with you? Wake up quickly."

Because of the struggle too violently, the needle that had been suffering from the drip fell off the arm and hung in the air and kept rippling.

"Hey, hey, wake up." The scalpel slapped him in the face twice: "You kid finally wake up."

Zhou Daqing heard the familiar sound of the scalpel, and his blurred eyes slowly opened. When he saw clearly that it was the scalpel, he took a long breath and lay on the bed again: "You saved me."

"Yes." The scalpel also replied in a cold tone: "How are you going to repay us? If you have one million, we will not be too little."

"Hey...not to mention one million, even ten million, as long as you can save Xiaowei, I will not hesitate at all." Zhou Daqing cried bitterly and cried bitterly.

"Tsk, Xiaowei wasn't you killed." The scalpel lay down on the recliner next to him: "I've told you that this master beside me is a master. If you had told us about your strange behavior, our master would have helped you kill demons and save Xiaowei's life."

"Is there any smoke?" Zhou Daqing looked at the scalpel depressedly: "It's all my fault, hey, it's all my fault. Retribution, this is retribution."

The scalpel blew out a box of cigarettes in his pocket, handed it to Zhou Daqing, and then handed it to Yin Hui.

Yin Hui waved his hand and said that he would not smoke. He stopped forcing and stuffed the cigarette back: "Tell me, what's going on? Do you know the ring?"

Although I have guessed a rough idea, I still want to make sure from Zhou Daqing's mouth.

"This matter has to start three days ago." He sniffed two cigarettes and vomited a big mouthful of sorrow: "Seven days ago, in the evening, I saw Xiaowei walking in from outside with blood in her hands, and her face turned blood red due to fear. I asked him what was going on. Guess what? She actually took out a heart from her pocket, a heart the size of an adult fist. There were messy blood vessels on it, and it seemed that it was still steaming.
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