mr diamond

Suter's night was very quiet.

Qin Lang lay on the hard bed, with his eyes open, looking at the sky outside the window.The night sky here is very clear, and you can see the stars, just like the locals here, simple and simple, without so many intrigues and intrigues.They are all people of faith, and they are the lucky ones who can be at peace in their hearts.

In the darkness, Qin Lang turned over.

The shiny thing on the neck slowly slid down from the chest.Take a closer look, this is a very ordinary men's ring, strung together with a chain.The ring has been worn close to the body and never left the body.Qin Lang closed his eyes, and unconsciously held the ring with his left hand.This action inexplicably made him feel at ease, and it almost became a habit every night before going to bed.

Two years is enough for a person to forget and start again.

Some people say that as long as the wound is well protected before it scabs, don't touch it.When the scab falls off, even if it leaves a scar, it will not hurt to touch again.And Qin Lang's body was full of scars, only one, which he didn't dare to touch, and after two years, the flesh and blood were still blurred.That person was his wound, which seemed to never heal.

In the darkness, the man sighed weakly and stuffed the ring into his clothes.

Probably another tossing and turning night.

At midnight, in a daze, an abrupt scream came from next to his ear, and Qin Lang immediately opened his eyes.He put on his coat, opened the door and rushed out.All I could hear was the frantic noise from the room next door to the Singers.Raja's crying, and Singer's call, Qin Lang frowned and knocked on the door anxiously.

It was Singer's eldest son Tucker who opened the door. The boy's face was pale, and he seemed to be stupefied in shock.

Qin Lang grabbed the boy's shoulder, "What happened?"

"Mom, there's a lot of blood." The boy's lips were trembling.

He rushed into the room in a hurry, the pungent smell of blood, and the hysterical little Tucker stood beside the bed crying.And Singer, covered in blood, was making a phone call.Qin Lang looked at the woman in pain on the bed, "It's too late, let's send it to a private hospital in the city."

"We are locals. Private hospitals don't accept them." That was Singer's desperate voice.

Qin Lang helped the woman up, "Money can solve it."

Singer looked at the man with dark eyes and nodded vigorously.

the other side of the night.The lights in the hotel room were still on, He Xueqing was wearing a pair of rimless glasses, and his coat was thrown on the bed.He was frowning and staring at the computer screen, his fingers skillfully typing on the keyboard, and the work emails that he didn't have time to reply had piled up like a mountain.The hotel can only be used as a temporary office location.Taking off his glasses, He Xueqing rubbed his tense neck.There is always endless work, endless meetings, and endless flight schedules.For such a busy life, He Xueqing felt more and more exhausted.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

He Xueqing opened his eyes and looked towards the door.When I got up, I glanced at the alarm clock on the table, it was 12 o'clock.The hotel waiter opened the door, "Mr. He, this is a midnight snack prepared by your friend MRSHAN at the front desk."

He Xueqing glanced at the beautifully packaged dessert box in the hands of the waiter.It is estimated to be a local dim sum. "Put it on the table." He Xueqing said flatly.

The waiter nodded and politely put the snacks next to the computer.Then he said good night and left.

He Xueqing returned to his desk and glanced at the card on the box.He picked it up and saw that it was a simple greeting from a local friend, saying that it was the most famous dessert in Suter, and he must try it.Although I don't like desserts, but I still have a meeting with MRSHAN tomorrow, He Xueqing thought it would be better to taste a piece politely.

When I stretched out my hands and was about to open the package, there was the sound of a message on the phone.Taking a glance at the tedious work in City A, He Xueqing picked up the box of cigarettes next to him and was about to light it, only to realize that this is a non-smoking room.So he took the room card, went out of the corridor, and lit a cigarette in the aisle smoking area.

Su Te's night was actually the same as that night.The hot evening wind blows this quiet city.He Xueqing looked out the window, whether a city's economy is prosperous can be seen from the lights at night, and it is obvious that Suter is a city that lacks lights.In the darkness, a little bit of red light was slowly burning.After extinguishing the cigarette butt, He Xueqing frowned in annoyance, thinking that his addiction to cigarettes seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

Back in the corridor, the surroundings are quite quiet.A bit oozing.

The moment He Xueqing took out the room card.

A loud bang hit his eardrums, and then a violent impact bounced him hard to the corridor wall.He let out a muffled snort, and He Xueqing, who fell on the ground, experienced a short period of dizziness, and struggled to get up, with tinnitus continuously roaring in his mind.The dilapidated place in front of him was shaking, there were many pains on his body, and there were bursts of pungent smells. He Xueqing supported the wall and moved towards the elevator step by step.He struggled to breathe, the explosion just now was definitely not a simple accident.

Then all kinds of people appeared in front of him one after another.

He Xueqing looked at them with their mouths open, probably asking something anxiously, but he couldn't hear a word at all.His eyes were a little blurry, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and it turned shockingly red.

Meanwhile, at Suter Private Hospital.

When Qin Lang rushed to the hospital, there were only a few foreign nurses on duty. Seeing the local residents behind Qin Lang, the front desk directly refused the request for medical treatment.

"Excuse me, sir, we are a private hospital, not open to the public. Local residents have their own exclusive hospital." Said a white-skinned man in a white coat and combing his hair back.

Qin Lang turned his head and glanced at the anxious Singer, and scanned the name tag on the chest of the white coat, "MRJOSH, can we chat for a while?"

Seeing the black-haired Asian boy who was shorter than himself, the white coat didn't seem to think there was a big problem, and followed Qin Lang to the dark aisle.Hearing Qin Lang take out a wad of US dollars from his pocket, "Brother, do me a favor. They are all good people." Seeing the wad of US dollars, JOSH glanced lightly, then stretched out his hand and pushed it out, "You know this It's not about money." Qin Lang pursed his lips and his eyes darkened.He stretched out his arms and put his arms around the man's back, as if he was about to whisper something, "Do me a favor. If the money is not enough, we will raise it. They are all good people."

JOSH next to Qin Lang didn't dare to move, because he could feel a sharp metal object pressing against his abdomen.

Breaking out in cold sweat, he slowly turned his head and looked at this Asian boy who was a head shorter than himself, with a pretty face, red lips and white teeth, who looked harmless to humans and animals, but he never expected that such a good-looking person could do such a fucking thing things.

"Okay, I'll help you." JOSH tidied up his white coat, turned his head, "Make arrangements, operating room." No one wants to have trouble with life and money, and stuffed dollars into his pocket before turning around.

Seeing that the person finally pushed in, Qin Lang heaved a sigh of relief.Silently put away the close-fitting dagger, in the complicated city of Suter, the guy for self-defense must be prepared.But unless it is a last resort, Qin Lang still advocates that money can solve things that can be solved with money.

Singer's wife was sent to the operating room, and Qin Lang and Singer sat slumped on the chairs in the corridor.

Qin Lang looked at Singer who was praying with his eyes closed next to him.Suddenly at that moment, he felt that if he once had faith, then it would be easier for his mother to leave.

While waiting, the chaotic sound at the door caught their attention.

The nurses at the front desk hurriedly pushed the stretcher and rushed to the hospital entrance.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people huffed and pushed the blood-covered patient past Qin Lang.The doctors and nurses all spoke English, followed by a few follower-like people.In the confusion, Qin Lang heard the words "explosion", "bomb/bomb", and the moment he passed by, he glanced at the wounded short-haired man on the stretcher.He also has black hair and yellow skin. Could it be that he is also an Asian? You must know that it is quite rare to meet an Asian in Suter.

The crowd was quite chaotic, He Xueqing on the stretcher swallowed, his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, he opened his eyes, and the top of his head was crowded with strangers with panicked faces.There was no familiar face in a foreign land, and the irritability welled up in his heart. He slowly turned his face away, not wanting to look at the panic in front of him.The moment he turned his head, a young man was looking at himself on the seat in the corridor.The moment the four eyes met, He Xueqing trembled all over.

Qin Lang.

How will you be here? !

The pressure on the chest made breathing seem so strenuous.He opened his mouth, trying to call out the other person's name.But in the next second, the crowd blocked that pitiful gap tightly.He lost his sight and didn't even have the strength to speak. The surprise and despair at that moment were intertwined.His body trembled uncontrollably.

"Hey, Lang. That man seemed to be glaring at you just now. He looks Asian too, do you recognize him?" Singer asked next to him.

Qin Lang looked at the crowd leaving, shrugged his shoulders, thinking that the other party's face was covered in blood, even if he knew him, he couldn't see clearly.Besides, judging by his posture, he is probably another big man with a head and face.

"I don't know."

After listening to Qin Lang's words, Singer nodded silently.Continue to pray.

I hope that human beings can stay away from pain and pain.May desire be filled with contentment.May parting be reunion with meeting.

The author has something to say:

I found that this article is really a cold comment on physique, so everyone is reading the article calmly, huh?