It will definitely not be beaten to death.

Jing Shu did what she said, and at most she had only half her life left.

So looking at the mosaics all over the floor, Pang Wen comforted himself in his heart, at least he was still breathing, right?

After getting the photos and money, Jing Shu broke up with her fingers and calculated: "Do you see if you want to see the money?"

Pang Wen counted and nodded: "That's right."

In fact, a lot of money was spent, but Pang Wen thought about it and decided not to tell Jing Shu.

If this only breath is gone, I will really have to go to the bureau to have a meal.

"Okay, let's go, go to school to find Miss Xiaofang." Jing Shu threw the mop stick back into the trash can, and there was still a smaller gangster who looked left without beating. She took out a cigarette from her pocket and gave a wink at the younger gangster. The gangster suddenly realized, picked up a lighter that fell from the ground, walked to Jing Shu tremblingly, swallowing his saliva, and lit a cigarette for her with nervousness, "This, sister, please..."

Jing Shu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Don't be afraid, sister, I won't do anything to you."

This gangster is about fifteen or sixteen years old. Jing Shu washed a puff of cigarettes and shook the ash. "Call 120 and send your good brother to the hospital, don't really make people die."

After the words came, the girl smiled and turned around and left the place with the man named Pang Wen.

*

When Xiaofang arrived at the school gate, there was still an hour before class. After chatting with Jing Shu about the past two days, the discomfort she felt finally dissipated a lot.

She didn't know why she wanted to tell Jing Shu.

For some reason, she always feels very secure when she is with Jing Shu.

In the past, after returning to the village during high school holidays, she often went to Jingshu's stall to buy pork. Although she was frightened by the girl's fierce meat-cutting skills, she looked at the little smile she showed at herself while cutting meat, and the faint fear would disappear.

Jing Shu and Pang Wenge have to leave by train in the evening. She has an hour of elective courses in the afternoon. After finishing, she can go to the cafe at the school gate to find them.

Xiaofang held her cell phone and planned to go back to the dormitory first, but as soon as she was about to go to the dormitory, her shoulder was gently patted by one hand.

Turning her head, Ayan with a smile on her face. She probably just ran over with sweat beads on her forehead, but the girl's breathing was very smooth and even, and it didn't seem like she had just been exercising.

Xiaofang asked, "Why are you here? I remember this point, don't you have a lesson?"

Ayan shook his head: "I'm not feeling well, so I've asked for leave."

"Don't feel well? Where is it?" Xiaofang looked up and down at her, but Ayan suddenly approached, and a pair of black pupils stared at her!

The sudden approach made Xiaofang's hair stand up.

She moved a little away, frowned and said, "Do you... want to go to the hospital?"

Ayan nodded, with a slightly mechanical smile on his face: "Yes, Xiaofang, I have made an appointment with a doctor in a clinic. You can send me over there, okay?"

"Clinic?" Xiaofang asked, "What clinic? Is it regular?"

"Yes," A Yan gently held her arm, "Let's go."

Xiaofang pursed her lips and said, "Okay then."

The two of them hired a taxi at the school gate. Ayan took it and chuckled, "Master, please go to Gate No. 10, Lane 5, District D."

Xiaofang took out a tissue to wipe Ayan's sweat, "Why doesn't this address sound like a clinic?"

Ayan said: "This is the specific address, the actual name is the 18th Medical Clinic, which was prescribed by a young Chinese medicine practitioner."

So that's the case?

Xiaofang said: "Okay."

The car started and ran towards the address Ayan mentioned.

*

The neck of the experimental subject has been implanted with chips, and the laboratory can track the location of the experimental subject through the chip.

Fu Yi knew what was in his neck, so before asking the caregiver to take him away, he deliberately asked her to take the signal shield to him.

This signal shield is so small that it needs to be seen with a microscope.

The woman used technology to put it in his ears, so that the laboratory could block the chip tracking.

However, after so long, Fu Yi didn't know whether the laboratory had developed something that could skip the signal shield, nor did he know whether the peaceful days were broken again.

If that day really comes, what should I do?

Jing Shu was not at home today, and the school had a half-day vacation in the afternoon, because there seemed to be another beast in the town around the village.

Uncle Zhang and everyone pulled a solid iron net around the village. The police officers in the police station had not healed the injury of fighting with the wolves last time, so they were once again engaged in the new security work.

The two-headed wolf was not found, and Uncle Zhang was a little suspicious that the police in the town had misread it.

When I came to inform you to be careful this morning, I was still talking about this matter.

But only Fu Yi knew that the two-headed wolf had been killed by the girl.

Fu Yi used to hate Jingshu very much because when he first met her, this person was really too rude.

Excessive actions and strong actions made the boy feel disgusted.

We have to clean up, cut pig grass, feed pigs and wash clothes, take care of three meals a day and wash dishes.

Fu Yi had never done these before, but after coming here, he did almost everything.

From the beginning to the end, it wasn't that annoying, it seemed that the past was not long.

There was no class in the afternoon, and the school was on vacation, Chu Xiaosu went back to his own home. Because Aunt Li was back tomorrow morning, he had to go back to clean up the house. When grandma came back, she saw a clean hut.

Fu Yi returned to Xiaolou and had only one person.

The double floors have all the windows open and are always ventilated.

There is no smell of smoke or wine. What comes from the air is the refreshing soil in the countryside and the fragrance of flowers.

Jingshu is not here, so I don’t have to cook.

The empty room, this afternoon, there was a little more loneliness.

Its owner is not there, and its existence seems very sad.

There was no familiar figure on the familiar sofa.

It was obvious that I had just left for a day and a night, but Fu Yi felt like it had been a long time.

Thinking of this, the faint sour and bitter taste made the tip of the boy's nose sour.

He frowned slightly and walked slowly up the stairs with his schoolbag on his back.

Jingshu's house is always closed, and even if the owner is inside, he still keeps the door tightly.

Fu Yi stood at the door for a while, and originally just took a look and went back to the room to put down his schoolbag to rest. However, after looking for a long time, he finally opened the girl's door by a silence.

The room was empty.

The quilts on the bed were not folded, they were very scattered, and the things on the table were also placed in a mess, with the wardrobe half open, and the clothes seemed to be stuffed directly in, without even a little tidying up.

There were socks on the floor, and there were no dumped cigarette butts and two cans of beer in the ashtray on the bedside table.

It is conceivable how idle a girl lives alone in the room.

Only the windows are open, and the curtains are gently fluttering in the breeze. Because they are always ventilated, there is no smell in the room.

Fu Yi sighed helplessly, put his schoolbag back into the room, and walked into the girl's room with a broom and a veil.

If you do too much sweeping the floor, you will get used to it.

He picked up the dirty socks that Jing Shu was scattered on the ground, threw them into the prepared clothes basket, picked up the clean socks on the bed, and placed them in the drawer under the wardrobe.

But the first drawer was not filled with socks. The moment I opened it, Fu Yi paused to see all kinds of cartoon tight-fitting pants inside.

The lace-edged pants that were taken out of Jing Shu's pocket before were also included, as if they were tucked in by a girl, without folding them.

Fu Yi: "..."

Close the drawer expressionlessly.

Then calmly opened the other one and put the socks in.

Fu Yi knows how to wash clothes, so when washing clothes, I have seen Jing Shu hanging her close-fitting clothes that she had not had time to clean in the bathroom more than once.

To be honest, people are all seventeen years old, why do they still wear the kind of cartoon pattern that looks like pants that only children aged seven or eight like?

After simply cleaning the room, Fu Yi cleaned up Jing Shu's table again.

Some scattered cards were piled on the table, and he put them away and put them back into the desk drawer.

So the photo I had seen before came into my eyes again.

Fu Yi paused, then stretched out his hand and took out the photo of the children's room.

Jing Shu above is six years old, looking at the comics in the children's room, and the child next to her was holding her hand.

Fu Yi didn't have a deep impression of this photo, and there was nothing special about it in a quick glance, but when he looked at it this time, he looked at it for a long time.

The two people in the photo are probably very good friends.

The little boy's coquettish expression and Jing Shu seemed impatient but with a gentle expression in his eyes made Fu Yiji feel even more sour.

Just a children's room.
To be continued...