My monsters are going to heaven

Want to break your promise?

When Jin Poluo heard Lu Yiming say that with a smile, he couldn't help laughing, and said in a deep voice, "You go first."

It doesn't matter, it's just a small game, fulfilling a bet is no big deal.

Lu Yiming can afford to lose, what can he afford to lose?

Last night, he was indeed careless once and underestimated Young Master Lu's chess skills, which made him win the first round.

fortunately……

In front of Lu Yiming's invisible eyes, he drew a wanton and insolent smile with the corner of his mouth.

Young Master Lu of his family needs to be vigorous from time to time, so as not to lose sight of himself once he becomes complacent.

"Me first?" Lu Yiming lazily leaned back, "Okay, I'll go first. I'm afraid...you don't dare."

Kimporo snorted again.

"If you dare to say it, I dare to do it. If you can't do it, I will listen to you within seven days."

"Then I have to think about it." Lu Yiming held back his laughter, frowned in a bravado, and pretended to be thinking hard,

He knew that he could overturn the previous agreement by saying "the bet is void", but he felt that this would be meaningless.

When playing chess and making a contract, he was already prepared to fulfill the contract.

Moreover, it is rare to have the opportunity to play tricks on this arrogant beast, and it would be a pity to waste this bet.

Guessing that Kim Poro must be getting impatient, he stretched his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Like a dog barking."

Ok?

Kim Poro planned to wait for him to say something similar to overturning the agreement before agreeing to conclude the bet, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"I just want you to bark like a dog, not too many, just three times. Dare you?" Lu Yiming smiled brightly.

The air was quiet for a moment.

The person on the opposite side remained silent for a long time.

Lu Yiming hated him so much that he was blind now and couldn't see the other person's expression at the moment.

— that must be wonderful.

"Come on, woof-woof-woof, learn from me." Lu Yiming himself was a bit of a rascal, he had done a lot of things like learning how to bark a dog when he was three years old, and he came here casually.

But Kim Poro is different, it is difficult for him to keep his head down and be a small boy, let alone make such a funny sound.

Sure enough, after a long time, a deep voice came from the other side: "Except for this."

In addition to the usual indifference, there was also some disdain and unwillingness in his tone.

Lu Yiming thumped the bed board and laughed so hard that he couldn't stop laughing.

It's been a long time since I was so happy.

Enough of laughing, while holding his belly that was about to burst from laughing, he stretched out the other hand to rub the soft and smooth hair of the person next to him: "Look, there are some things you can't do, right?"

Kimporo's soft hair covering the earlobe was pulled into a mess by him.

Kim Poro was not annoyed either, just smiled and slowly stretched out his hand to hold the carelessly rubbed hand, pinching his wrist, his thumb gently brushed the soft side of the palm intentionally or unintentionally.

Lu Yiming was startled by the itching from his wrist and pulled his hand back.

There was still an inexplicable heat on the wrist.

He suddenly remembered that the person sitting opposite was not only an animal, but also an animal that might go into heat at any time.

I was really too complacent.

He got up as if nothing had happened, stepped over Kimporo, jumped off the low couch, and kicked his feet to find his shoes.

Putting on his shoes, he said leisurely: "Seven days are seven days as agreed, and one day less will not work."

He fumbled to find the cane at the foot of the bed, stood up and straightened his clothes, leaning on the cane and walking slowly towards the door.

"where to?"

The voice came from behind.

Lu Yiming sighed, touched his chest | chest: "It's too stuffy in the room, go out for a walk to get some air."

"Do you know what time it is?"

"When?"

Kim Poro turned his head and looked out of the window, the Huoshaoyun in the sky could no longer be seen outside.

"it's dark."

It turns out that this sleep has been sleeping all day?

Lu Yiming was a little surprised, but quickly calmed down.

"It's just dark, and there are few people."

Anyway, to a blind man, what difference does it make if it is dark or not?

The lights are on.

In Jinling Town in the east of Qingquan County, a temple fair is being held at the end of each month, and there is a constant flow of people.

All kinds of business gathered at the temple fair.There is a candy seller in five steps, a juggler in ten steps, and walking lantern sellers, cotton candy sellers, and sugar melon sellers... There are a group of people in front of each stall, crowded.

It’s not lively.

Some people didn't know whether they were fleeing for their lives or rushing home to attend the funeral. They rushed through the bustling streets and bumped into two or three people in a row.

The skinny man on the farthest side had just paid for a candied haws when he was hit hard, and the candied haws fell to the ground in an instant, and the round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the man's nose also flew out under the force of the impact .

The candied haws were quickly crushed under the feet of passing pedestrians, turning into a few round cakes stuck to the ground.

The man didn't bother to scold the person who had just bumped into him and disappeared into the crowd. He squinted his eyes and squatted down to look for his glasses, hoping that the glasses would not be crushed.

Nai He lost his glasses, and his highly myopic eyes were close to semi-blind. He squatted on the ground and touched for a long time, but found nothing.

Everyone around was in a hurry, no one would notice that an unlucky ghost who was bumped into at the temple fair needed help, and no one stopped for him, even the candied haws stall owner looked at him impatiently, disliked He blocked the stall and affected the business.

The legs of passers-by rubbed against his back, the heat of different people squeezed around his body, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

While sighing, a hand pinching his glasses appeared in his hazy vision.

The man was startled, thanked him hurriedly, took the glasses, put them on, and looked up.

A stern and upright face came into view.

Seeing the man's appearance clearly, the man raised his phoenix eyes and was startled again: "Oh, it's you."

The man was turning around to leave, when he heard his whisper, he couldn't help turning his head to look at him in a little surprise, and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

The man stood up from the ground and smiled slightly: "I don't know, I just saw it."

"Oh." The man didn't take it seriously, nodded, and patted the man's shoulder, "There are many people here, you have to be careful." After speaking, he whispered goodbye, turned and walked forward.

The man pursed his lips and smiled, and couldn't help calling him: "Wait."

The man stopped, turned around again, and asked, "What?"

The man glanced at him up and down, and shook his head: "Inspector, you are afraid that there will be bloodshed today, I advise you to go home as soon as possible."

The man was startled, and smiled: "I thought you were a schoolteacher when you looked gentle, but you were a physiognomy."

The man continued to shake his head, and said leisurely: "My surname is Wu, and I am a craftsman. I just know a little about physiognomy."

"In my whole life, I don't believe in these things." The man glanced at him disapprovingly, as if he believed that he was a charlatan who swindled money for food, "There are important things to do, let's go first."

The man looked at his back as he resolutely left, and smiled.

This man is really stubborn.

However, compared to those people I often come into contact with, she is a bit cute to be straightforward.

Wen Yuan sat down at the corner of the temple fair with a small number of spicy skewers, ordered a cup of tea to quench his thirst, added some meat skewers, added noodles and a portion of bean sprouts, and asked the boss to serve it with the spiciest soup , decided to rely on this to fill his stomach first.

He has not had a drop of water for most of the day.

But he didn't feel hungry. After a busy day, he was full of gas and full of gas.

At noon, I went to collect testimony from a family in Yinque Town next door. When I came out, his broken bicycle that had been used for many years was actually pried away.

A broken car that makes noise when you ride it, yet someone steals it!

What a world!Steal to the police | the head of the police came.

He is also too courageous.

If he catches this little thief, he will not be able to take care of himself.

Without a car, Wen Yuan returned to Jinling Town after walking for a long time in a pair of leather shoes whose soles were about to be worn out.

The soles of the shoes are thin and hard, the roads between the towns are full of potholes, and the soles of the feet are full of blisters. I thought that if I just walked back to the county, the soles of my feet would be peeled off, so I endured the pain and paid for a rickshaw , Send people back to the county.

As a result, he accidentally fell asleep, and woke up within a quarter of an hour, and he was still shaking around Jinling Town!

The rickshaw driver said he didn't know the way, so he left him and ran away.

Wen Yuan cursed loudly.

What kind of dog is this?

Just passing by the night market, I came in to buy a glass of water to quench my thirst, and kindly helped someone pick up glasses, but in exchange for a curse of bloody disaster.

Thinking of what that person said just now, Wen Yuan was still a little annoyed.

—A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory.

Now these charlatans, in order to earn some money to avoid disasters, can really say anything!

But how did he know he was the detective?

After thinking about it, I often come to the town to do errands, so it's not surprising that someone recognizes him.

Speaking of which, I have indeed been too unlucky recently.

unlucky!

The stall owner brought the newly made Malatang to him.

He picked up the meat skewers with his chopsticks and chewed a few mouthfuls, but he couldn't taste any taste, like chewing cloth.

He patted the table and shouted: "Boss, add more spice! Add more."

The boss responded, and put a few spoonfuls of hot sauce into his bowl, making his bowl look like a volcano, red and eye-catching.

Wen Yuan smiled in satisfaction, just as he was about to take another chopstick, someone bumped him hard from behind.

This mala tang stand is in the corner, there are not many people, no wine is sold, and there is no traffic passing by, this person probably has bad intentions when he bumps into it.

Wen Yuan remained calm, without turning his head, he pulled back with one hand, and firmly grasped one hand.

The person behind him screamed in pain and struggled.

Wen Yuan turned around, skillfully set the whirlwind kick and grabbing hands, and pushed the man to the ground.

Wen Yuan pushed the man's lower abdomen with his knee, causing him to spit yellow water out of his mouth, then put his arm across his throat, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The man looked young, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, his face turned pale with fright, and he stammered, "There is someone, someone told me to bump into you... He said hit me and give me an ocean."

"Where's that person?" Wen Yuan raised his eyes and looked around, the corner was sparsely populated, and the avenue in front of him was full of people, and no suspicious person was found.

"I, I don't know." The boy shivered with tears.

Wen Yuan saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so he relaxed a little. While thinking about whether to take him back to the police station for questioning, he looked up at the flow of people, wondering who instigated it?

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in the left rib.

Wen Yuan was startled.

He lowered his head, a nail-thick iron wire was pierced into his left chest, leaving only half an inch exposed.

——Just when he relaxed and raised his head, the young man below him stabbed the thing hard with his vacated hand.

Wen Yuan clutched his chest in pain, and looked at the young man in disbelief, a sly smile suddenly appeared on the face that was full of panic just now.

Taking advantage of his lack of strength, the young man pushed him away nimbly and powerfully, got up and turned around to run.

Wen Yuan struggled to stand up and chased after him.

The young man walked nimbly through the crowd, like an eel that jumped into the river, and soon turned to the right path and disappeared.

Wen Yuan clutched his left chest, after a few steps, he slowed down due to unbearable pain.

Ignoring everyone's astonished eyes, he struggled to push away the pedestrians in front of him with his other hand, and staggered into the small path and into the dark alley.

No one saw the murder weapon in his chest, they just thought they met a drunk, shook their heads and cursed, and left.

The path was dark and deep, with no street lights and no pedestrians.

After turning a few turns in the dark in the alley, Wen Yuan couldn't hold on any longer, and slowly fell to the ground leaning against the wall.

There was a faint stabbing pain in his back.

Panting heavily, he leaned back and felt the spikes of the wire and the blood seeping from the spikes.

He suddenly widened his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the wire was so long, it penetrated deeply from the front, hit the heart, and pierced out from the back.

Just now he was lucky, thinking that only a small piece of wire was pierced, so it should be just a small injury and nothing serious.

It wasn't until his heart throbbed and his strength drained from his limbs that he realized that he had really stumbled this time.

People are drifting in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be knifed.Since he was a child, he has suffered many stumbles.

It's just that this somersault was a bit big this time, and he probably fell to Lord Yan.

Like a stranded fish, Wen Yuan opened his mouth and breathed heavily.

His throat was extremely dry, and he tried his best to nurse, wanted to shout, wanted to call for help, but he only uttered two breathy sounds:

"come..."

The voice is so small that it can't even compare to the panting in the throat.

In fact, there was a lot of people outside the alley, even if he yelled out his throat, no one could hear him.

He closed his eyes in despair, beginning to regret his rashness.

— Am I really going to die?

From stunned, to panic, regret, and despair, it only took a few minutes.

The alley was extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that he could only hear his own gasping | breathing harder and harder.

Wen Yuan always thought that before he died, many images would appear in his mind like a revolving lantern.

——Good, bad, happy, angry...

Well, take a good look at your own life before you die.

But at this moment, there is only a blank in his mind.

He didn't bother to think about who that boy was and why he killed him; he no longer cared about those unsolved cases; he also didn't care about remembering his short and ordinary life; he didn't even think about his parents who passed away in his early years.

He couldn't think of anything, and he didn't bother to think about it. There was only one thought in his mind that kept repeating in his heart: I don't want to die!

Don't want to die.

In no mood.

He is still very young, and he will only be 25 years old after his birthday at the end of the year.

At such a young age, he should have enjoyed life, but he had to die miserably in an alley.

He has not yet married a wife and had children, and he doesn't even have a girl he likes.

He hasn't made any meritorious service yet, not even a first-class meritorious service.

He was not reconciled.

When he was in a trance, he heard a burst of light footsteps from the end of the alley.

Slowly, as if stuck in time.

It was so light, as if his ears were confused by the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

Wen Yuan slowly raised his eyes, following the prestige.

A slender figure approached with a lotus-shaped lantern that can be seen everywhere in temple fairs.

Before he could yell for help, the man said leisurely, "I told you, Inspector, that you have a bloody disaster, right?"

He stepped closer, and the light reflected his sharp chin and a pair of round glasses.

Wen Yuan smiled bitterly, weakly: "You are really accurate."

It's just this light smile that makes his chest twitch.

He let out a barely audible sigh: "...It's a pity that I'm going to die, and I can't buy your wealth and disaster avoidance talisman."

"I don't have any talisman against disaster." The man stopped at his feet, squatted down, and the pair of phoenix eyes under the glasses looked at his pale cheeks lightly, "Even if you want to buy it, I can't sell it."

His voice is warm and honest, like a spring stream in a bamboo grove, moving slowly and melodiously.

Wen Yuan raised the corners of his mouth with difficulty.

It would be nice to have someone to make him laugh before he died.

It's better to be a laughing ghost than a crying ghost.

The man asked, "Do you want to die?"

Wen Yuan shook his head.

The man smiled: "Then you won't die."

"... already..." It was too late.

Wen Yuan said lightly.

In his current situation, even if he was sent to the nearest hospital by the fastest car, it should be too late.

The man unhurriedly stretched out his index finger and poked Wen Yuan's chest a few times, causing a few dull pains.

He said lightly: "Although I don't have the ability to save money and avoid disasters, I have a craft that keeps you immortal. However, your heart is already broken for you, and it is useless for you to keep it. But it's kind of useful. If you give it to me, I can give you another one, and it will give you at least 20 more years of life. Will you?"

Wen Yuan felt that he was joking, maybe he was really trying to make himself laugh?

Thinking of this, he smiled at him with the severe pain in order to save face, and said softly: "...Okay. Thank you very much."

evening.

Lu Yiming stepped on the shallow grass by the river bank, walked down slowly, and found a place with thicker grass to sit down.

Throwing down the baited hook, and hearing the sound of something falling into the water, he smiled gratifiedly, put the fishing rod on his lap, and lay down with his hands on his head.

It's still good here, secluded and comfortable.

Thinking of that donkey demon every day at home makes me feel annoyed.

And I slept all day today, and I am very energetic, it should not be able to come out for a while.

Thinking of this made him feel even better, and Lu Yiming couldn't help humming a little song happily.

"Ugly."

A tiny voice came from his chest.

Lu Yiming was startled, hurriedly pressed his chest, and his voice stopped.

——Could it be that the donkey demon came here?

No, this voice is different from that of the donkey demon.

I touched my chest for a long time, but found nothing unusual.

Hesitating, Lu Yiming tentatively hummed the same little song again.

"It's awful."

The voice sounded from the same place again.

This time, Lu Yiming heard the voice clearly, and it sounded familiar.

He reached out and touched his chest, and found a thin book in the inner pocket.

Just now when I went out, I picked up a coat and left without noticing that there was something inside.

What book is this?

After touching it, the edge of the book was uneven as if a dog had chewed it.

...Ah, I remembered.

This is the "Jinling Local Chronicles", which was borrowed from the town's office a long time ago, but it was burnt out by Jinpoluo, so Lu Yiming printed a new copy at his own expense and gave it to the town, and naturally kept it. down.

The main reason for leaving this broken book is still...

——Lu Yiming met a woman who looked exactly like A Ting in the book, and almost married her.

Later, Lu Yiming gradually faded away from this thought, and put the book behind him.

By the way, there is a book demon in this book.

Thinking about it this way, the voice just now is very similar to that of the book demon...

Lu Yiming opened the book and picked up a page.

"His..."

The page was torn in half by his hands.

"Ah! Ahhh! It hurts so badly. Blind man!"

Sure enough, the voice sounded again.

Lu Yiming said with great interest: "Hey, isn't this the book fairy?"

The book was quiet for a while before asking, "Can you hear me?"

"Did you forget? We met and chatted before." Lu Yiming reminded kindly.

"That's in the illusion in the book, of course you can hear it. Now it's not in the illusion..." The book muttered, not in the illusion, even ordinary little demons can't hear me.

Before the second half of the sentence was spoken, it felt an indescribable chill coming from the nearby tree.

Looking up, I saw a figure sitting quietly on the tree.

——That was the person who almost burned himself to ashes the first two times!

How could he be there?when did you sit there?

It was frightened and kept silent.

Lu Yiming rubbed the pages of the book: "It's just boring, Daxian, why don't you tell me a story?" In the past, you had to be lucky to enter the book to meet this book monster, but now you can chat normally, it's really great, and it's used to relieve boredom Isn't it beautiful.

Hearing a book talk is a lot more fun than hearing a mouse talk.

Maybe as a new pet.

"Joke! Is this immortal you can send if you want?" The book said proudly.

"Hey, since the Great Immortal is arrogant, it means that you and I are not destined, so let's use the Great Immortal to wipe your ass in the future." Lu Yiming laughed.

The book was transferred|The play was so anxious: "Bold! How dare you be rude!"

"Tsk." Lu Yiming became a little impatient when he saw the size of the shelf. He took out a lighter he bought abroad from his pocket, pressed it, and the flame rose and disappeared above his palm.

If the way of this broken book was profound, he would have run away long ago, why would he stay in his pocket all the time.

Now the book changed color when it heard the fire, and struggled in Lu Yiming's hands in panic: "What is this? How can it start a fire?" It has been refined for many years, but it has not seen that the usually ugly iron stick can start a fire.

It seems that this book demon doesn't understand the current foreign things.

Lu Yiming deliberately teased it and said: "This is a magic weapon that can burn things. It's called a lighter, and it catches fire when you hit it. Every time I'm bored, I can't help hitting it."

As he spoke, he pressed the lighter once and for all in front of the book, letting him watch the flame rise again and again.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore!" The book trembled, "The place where I was burned before hasn't been repaired yet."

"Then, can you tell stories?" Lu Yiming tugged on it.

"Yes." Shu said angrily, "What do you want to hear?"

"What do you know?"

"I know astronomy from the top, geography from the bottom, and I have extensive knowledge and strong knowledge..." This book became more talkative as soon as it boasted.

"Wait," Lu Yiming interrupted, knowing astronomy and geography?A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Then tell me, what is that animal in my house?"

"..." Shu timidly glanced at the figure on the tree, "How do I know?"

Tch, just like this, how dare you claim to know astronomy and geography?

Lu Yiming was a little disappointed, and stuffed it back into his arms.

"...Then just tell me about the love affair between a Taoist priest and a female monster. The female monsters need to be many, good-looking, with big breasts and long legs."

"What do you take this fairy for!"

Lu Yiming silently picked up the lighter again.

The book hurriedly said: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a female monster on the mountain..."

Lu Yiming raised the corner of his mouth.

He rested his head on his hands again, and while listening to the boring story, he felt dizzy.

Why is my heart beating so hard?

He pulled out a hand in doubt and pressed his chest | flustered inexplicably, as if he felt that the storm was coming and the building would collapse.

I don't know how long it took before the strange palpitations finally stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to listen to the story intently.

Qingquan County.

In the early morning, in a hidden high-end mansion, the phone rang.

A hand poked out from under the quilt, and unhurriedly picked up the phone on the bedside.

The voice still has a kind of laziness that just woke up: "What's wrong?"

"Adjutant, something happened to Inspector Wen Yuan."

That hand suddenly squeezed out the blue veins on the back of the hand: "What?!"

Not long after, a black car slowly drove out from the gate of the mansion.

The person in the back seat told the driver coldly: "County hospital."

County Hospital.

The special ward was guarded by a group of men in black, and everyone had to go through strict inspections when entering and leaving.

The medical staff went in with the medicine in panic, not daring to look at the group of people at all.

A middle-aged man in a black gown hurried over. He had solemn brows, eyes as sharp as a falcon, and his back was straight.

The men in black bowed to him in unison: "Boss!"

This is what Liu Wenyuan confessed. When performing tasks outside, he must be called "boss".

Liu Wenyuan nodded: "How is the person?"

The leading man in black reported: "When we were at the temple fair, we lost people..."

Liu Wenyuan frowned deeply, and snorted coldly: "I lost you! This should be a shame to you."

"What the boss said," the leader lowered his head, "there are too many people in the temple fair, and our people are too far away to squeeze through."

Liu Wenyuan signaled: "Be clear."

"In the evening, the inspector went to the temple fair. Our people saw a boy bumping into the inspector and was subdued by the inspector. We thought the inspector had controlled the scene, but unexpectedly the boy ran away suddenly. The inspector chased after us. We couldn’t squeeze through, so we got lost. The boy was caught by our guards at the intersection of the temple fair.”

"go on."

"Just now, we found the inspector in front of the inspector's house. He seemed to be seriously injured and fell to the ground. We immediately sent him to the hospital."

"From evening to now," Liu Wenyuan glanced at the silver watch in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "It's almost dawn now. It's been so long, why didn't you notify me earlier?"

"This..." The black-clothed leader looked at him in embarrassment, "Because we usually meet at a fixed time, we can't enter your mansion, boss, at night. In this small county town, there are only a few places with telephones. It took some time to call the police station to notify you."

"You borrowed the phone number from the police station?" Liu Wenyuan glared at him, "Are you out of your mind? You're really stupid!"

"Police | Department... Isn't it our own?"

Liu Wenyuan pressed his temples to prevent himself from getting angry and losing his composure.

"Forget it, you step back first."

The man had just turned around at the command, when a gunshot sounded behind him, and he fell heavily to the ground in response.

Liu Wenyuan said indifferently: "Clean up, don't let outsiders see the joke."

The rest said in unison: "Yes, boss!"

The doctor just completed a set of detailed physical examination for Wen Yuan.

As soon as he left the ward, Liu Wenyuan stepped forward and asked, "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor smiled and said, "He's fine."

"No serious problem?" Liu Wenyuan looked at the doctor suspiciously, "I heard that he was pierced through the heart by a sharp weapon, from his chest to his back." Even according to common sense, even if he didn't die, he should be seriously injured, right?

The doctor shook his hand and explained according to the examination report: "On the surface, there is a wound with the same diameter on his front chest and back, and it really looks like a murder weapon penetrated the left chest, and that location happens to be His heart, so people mistakenly think that his heart was penetrated. In fact, after examination, his heart was not damaged in any way, and its function was normal, so only the flesh on the front chest and back were injured, not injured. And organs. The blood loss is not much, and the injury is not serious. There is no need for surgery."

"Oh. That's good." Liu Wenyuan nodded suspiciously.

"By the way, I have to thank the person who rescued him in the first place." The doctor added as he remembered something.

"The person who rescued him in the first place?" Liu Wenyuan was startled.

The doctor nodded: "That's right, the man pulled out the murder weapon and stopped the bleeding in time, and he should have performed an operation on his chest cavity from the side, because there were traces of sutures in his armpits. That The technique is superb, and the suture is almost perfect. What the patient needs now is rest. It is estimated that he will wake up in a day or two."

After a day or two, Wen Yuan woke up from the hospital bed before dawn.

His face was pale and his lips were purple.

His eyes were open and his face was expressionless.

Thoughts float.

After a while, he sat up as if returning to his soul.

Looking around, he was the only one in the ward.

relieved.

He lowered his head, opened his clothes, looked at the wound that had been bandaged, and brushed it lightly through the gauze with his fingers suspiciously.

pain.

What happened last night was true.

So, is it true that I met that person last night?

Otherwise, with such injuries, it is impossible for him to survive.

He once fainted in the alley, and when he woke up again, he was already lying in a bright place.

——Although he didn't have the strength to open his eyelids, he could feel the strong light shining on his body.

The man's gentle voice was still in his ears.

——Although I don't have the ability to save money and avoid disasters, I have a craft that can keep you from dying.

——Your fate is bad, but you were lucky enough to meet me today. I like doing things that change my fate the most.

——I have two hearts here, one is taken from a poet|man, and the other...is from an old acquaintance, which one do you want?casual?Okay, then I'll just give you one.

——Good people don’t live long, do you want to live long?

——Your original heart belongs to me, what other wish do you have?

……

Wen Yuan was awake during the whole process, but he couldn't move or open his eyes.Occasionally, you can struggle to answer a sentence.

He could clearly feel the clothes on his body being peeled off one by one, his body being wiped with a wet towel, followed by the smell of alcohol.Soon, the hand was raised and fixed on the instrument above the head, the sharp and cold knife cut the skin|flesh of his side chest, bringing a tingling pain.

His body is no longer like a human body, but like a fish under a knife.

No, more like a container.Something was cut, pulled out, cleaned up.Then another object was gently tucked in, and secured.

When the skin and flesh were being stitched, Wen Yuan remembered that when he was a child, his mother sewed a coat for him for the last time when he was sick.

That person's fingers touched his skin from time to time, bringing a delicate warmth.He has a pair of warm hands.

Despite everything he's been through, Wen Yuan still can't believe it.

He has heard a little about the news about organ transplants in Europe, but is there anyone in China who can perform such an operation?

Moreover, judging from the current situation, the speed of physical recovery is beyond imagination.

——My surname is Wu, and I am a craftsman.

Craftsman……?Is it the craftsmanship of hanging pots to help the world?

Wen Yuan gently placed his hand on his left chest, feeling the powerful rhythm of the heart in his chest, as if the heart had been in this position since birth, growing and beating for him.

He felt the wonderful rhythm of life.

The sound of the door being pushed open interrupted his thoughts.

He raised his head, and the person who came was a little nurse.

Seeing that he woke up, the nurse called out joyfully, "He's awake."

Then heavy and powerful footsteps sounded.

Adjutant Liu walked in.

Adjutant Liu was sincerely happy for his awakening, which Wen Yuan could feel.

But he just wanted to be alone, and didn't want to be bothered, so he couldn't help feeling bored.

"That person has been arrested." Adjutant Liu comforted him.

"Who?" Wen Yuan was taken aback.

"The one who stabbed you."

"Oh." Wen Yuan suddenly realized, but he didn't feel much relief. He even felt that some things had nothing to do with him. After all, he could come back from the gate of hell, so he didn't care so much about many things.

Anyway, if the person has already been caught, then he will not escape the punishment.

"After torture, I found out that he had no mother since he was a child, and his father was a death row prisoner you personally captured." Adjutant Liu said lightly, "His father killed a mother and son in order to grab two oceans. After his father took the law, he became an orphan and has always held a grudge against you. Last night, he accidentally ran into you during a night tour, and suddenly became murderous."

He paused, and added: "Don't worry, his two legs have been broken, and he will never be able to stand up again."

In fact, he was a little relieved, because he thought it was because of Wen Yuan's secret mission that the mysterious organization took revenge, but now it seems that it was because of other grievances, not the mission, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So that's the case." Wen Yuan nodded, feeling neither sympathy nor pleasure, he rubbed his belly, "I'm hungry."

Adjutant Liu clapped his hands, and someone brought in a tray from outside the door.

There are bird's nest and white porridge on it.

"The doctor said, try to be as light as possible these days."

"Okay." Wen Yuan picked up the porridge, took a sip, and put it in his mouth.

The moment the porridge entered his mouth, his movements stopped and his face froze as if frozen.

"What's wrong?" Adjutant Liu asked with concern.

"This porridge," Wen Yuan frowned slightly, chewing the porridge in his mouth carefully, with an expression of eating sand, "Is there sugar in it?"

"Oh, I'm afraid the taste is too bland, so I asked someone to put some honey, why, it's not delicious? Then ask someone to make a new bowl."

"No," Wen Yuan swallowed the porridge slowly, took another sip, and his face slowly became happy, "It's delicious."

As he spoke, he wolfed down the bowl of porridge.

The nurse covered her mouth from the side: "If it's not enough, there's more." It was the first time she saw someone eating a bowl of white porridge with honey as if they were eating something delicious.

Wen Yuan nodded and raised the empty bowl: "One more bowl of white porridge with honey."

Ever since he got a serious illness when he was a child, it was difficult for him to taste it.

When he took the first mouthful of porridge just now, he felt the difference from before.

A sweetness spread from the tip of the tongue to the heart.

For the first time in more than ten years, he tasted sweetness.

——His sense of taste actually recovered.

——What other wish do you have?

"...I've been craving something sweet, but I can't taste it."

——Okay then, I'll give you a good tongue as well.

"...Oh, okay, thank you."

He was only responding with a joking mentality at that time, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

But at this moment...

After Adjutant Liu left, Wen Yuan asked for a mirror, opened his mouth to the mirror, and saw his tongue.

Nothing special compared to the past.

But after lifting his tongue, he sharply saw a row of thin stitches at the bottom of the tongue, with extremely thin transparent sutures on it.

Pursing her lips, sweat broke out all over her body: How could it heal so quickly...?