I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

The rain is getting heavier.

The alley is getting darker and darker, making people feel a little scary.

The unknown is the most frightening.

I was about to take out my phone and light up some weak light.

But he suddenly tripped on something, and his whole body fell forward as if out of control.

Elbows, knees, and even chin made a not-so-splendid contact with the hard ground.

The umbrella in his hand also fell two meters in front of him, and his whole body was completely soaked by the rain.

It looks like a scene of a beautiful man taking a bath.

I endured the severe pain and struggled to get up from the ground, turning back to see what it was.

The sound of "dong" was the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

It was much duller than when I fell just now.

My hands were groping randomly and I touched a hand, an extremely rough hand.

I was shocked.

The rain blurred my vision, so I could only wipe my eyes vigorously with my arms, and then with the help of the weak light of my mobile phone, I finally saw the things in front of me clearly.

A man, a Japanese with silver hair and a beard.

Moreover, he is still a dead man.

He seemed to have been dead for a long time, because even when he fell to the ground just now, he still kept the gun pointed in the direction of his temple.

And on his temple, there was a dark and ferocious blood hole.

Seeing his appearance, I remembered the black man’s instructions, and then the instructions of the man in the knitted hat just now.

Silver-haired murderer.

Since those two people were chasing him just now, why did he commit suicide?

I couldn't figure it out for a while, and the identity of the man in the knitted hat has not yet been determined, so getting out of here is the first priority.

I hurriedly got up and ran in the direction I came from, forgetting to pick up my umbrella.

As I ran, the gushing rain kept soaking my trouser legs, and the overflowing rainwater in my shoes made my footsteps heavier and heavier. Although I was stepping on the hard cement road, it felt like I was stepping on the beach or on shit.

I could already see the intersection, and I started to feel excited inside.

Suddenly, a figure staggered up.

He hit me hard.

I was about to curse, but when I raised my head, my heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

The pair of emotionless eyes under the long silver hair looked at me.

A Japanese man with silver hair and a beard.

His expression was equally wonderful, but in my eyes it looked terrifying.

Because I just met him who died.

But now he appears in front of me alive and kicking.

After a brief moment of confusion, I hurriedly wanted to get up and escape from here.

But he was thrown to the ground violently.

He grabbed my neck fiercely and pressed the cold gun muzzle against my forehead, "Take me to where you live."

I swallowed and nodded cautiously.

Then he took him back to the hotel room half-heartedly.

During this period, he pulled up the hood behind him to cover his dazzling silver hair. When I wanted to shout for help, I felt the cold barrel of the gun pressing against my back.

Until he entered the room, he fell to the ground violently.

Only then did I notice the bright red wound on his abdomen. It seemed that he had done a simple bandage before, but it was soaked by the rain, causing the wound to become more serious.

The opportunity was too good to miss, so I gritted my teeth and leaned over.

The first thought was to take the gun away from his hand, but the moment it touched the back of his hand, a strange sense of disharmony arose spontaneously.

White and soft, like a woman's hands.

But before, what I touched was obviously an extremely rough hand.

The picture I saw today suddenly flashed in my mind.

"Could it be?!"

A bold idea appeared in my mind.

I first took the pistol out of his hand and threw it aside.

Then he suddenly opened the collar of his coat, only to see that his neck was gray and white, and there was a swollen fold that looked like a blister.

I gasped slightly and pinched the folded area with my fingers.

Because I was afraid that he would wake up suddenly, I tried to use the gentlest force to slowly tear it upward.

Gradually, a beautiful and familiar face appeared in front of me.

"Sharon Wynyard?!"

My heart started beating violently, and my breathing slowly became louder. I seemed to have discovered some big secret.

"Whoever she is, what does it have to do with me?"

"I just need to get out of here before she wakes up."

"Calm down, calm down, calm down..."

When my heart calmed down slightly, I stood up staggeringly.

Looking at the face in front of me, the curiosity in my heart became more intense.

I squatted down and pressed my fingers on her carotid artery. Although it was weak, the artery was still beating.

Still alive~

I'm not happy about this.

However, the touch from my fingers made me notice something strange.

"No way?" I murmured.

Everything that happened tonight was weird enough, I hope nothing else happens...

When I tried to clasp her neck, she said "hmm" inadvertently, which startled me.

But now that we have reached this point, there is no possibility of giving up.

Finally, I found a gap again.

The moment her mask was torn open again, she opened her eyes suddenly and grabbed my wrist holding the mask.

The long pale golden hair spread on the ground as the mask was torn, and the beautiful eyes were filled with endless anger.

"Chris Wynyard?!" I blurted out unconsciously.

In my mind, the figures of Sharon Wynyard and Chris Wynyard also overlapped at this moment.

Could it be that the two of them, although they appear to be mother and daughter, are actually the same person?

"What have you done!" she said with a frown.

Even so, she was full of mysterious and beautiful attraction at this moment, full of beautiful and mysterious fantasy.

I opened my mouth slightly, but I didn't know what to say.

She pushed me hard and pushed me to the ground.

The severe pain finally made my mind clear. Thinking of everything I encountered tonight, I cursed myself hard in my heart.

"Hiro Otoi, you brainless guy, this woman is very dangerous, don't be fooled by her beauty, even if she is really beautiful."

However, it seemed that too much force had torn the wound on her abdomen again, and her soaked body had also brought her condition to freezing point.

She fainted again.

Such a good opportunity, it would be too unreasonable not to escape, so I rushed to the door.

Looking back, I saw the blood from her wound slowly seeping out mixed with the rain.

My heart suddenly became complicated.

If she were dead, I would never hesitate. But if she died because of my leaving, I think I would be tortured inside.

After a long time, with a sigh, I gently closed the door and locked it.

Walking to her side, I looked at her delicate little face and long messy hair. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again as I exhaled, I put my left hand through her armpit and my right arm through the crook of her leg. I held her graceful body in my arms and put her on the big bed.

"This is all to save you."

After I whispered, I took off all her clothes.

[Question: As we all know, a right angle is 90 degrees, while boiling water is 100 degrees. Is boiling water an obtuse angle? 】