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"Oh, you are definitely thinking too much, Nicole." Faced with Nicole's questioning, Peter Ron hesitated.

It's [-]:[-] noon, a good meal time.And they had just finished collecting evidence at the scene, and they were walking on the way to Alan's clinic at the Central Hospital.

These days, Peter always feels that he is very unlucky, thinking why the Bureau keeps sending him to do such thankless work.The three meals are irregular, and the malicious emotions of relatives and friends around the murder case have to be dealt with.Not only that, after Alan wakes up in a few days, he has to return to the scene to do reconstruction and simulation, and at the same time wait for the inspection report from the city.Under the pressure of multiple pressures, he was really annoyed.

In the final analysis, there is still a shortage of manpower.So Peter looked at the nurses in blue clothes who were bustling around him, and thought sullenly: This society is so sick, and unreasonable labor of overtime and overwork is always emerging in endlessly!If he had known that there were so many unlucky cases in the past six months, he should have handed in the application for a new police officer before someone took a long vacation.If he could have passed at that time, he would have already had afternoon tea in the office now, so why bother running back and forth like this?

Especially with a tricky person following behind him, he almost wanted to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead!

Feeling the pace of the predecessors deliberately speeding up, Nicole trotted to keep up without arrogance. "Stop pretending, Officer Ron. I saw your flickering eyes, you must know something." She grabbed Peter's sleeve and yelled, also panting.She didn't expect "Donut Peter" to have such a fast pace. If it weren't for her habit of running in the morning, it would not be easy to keep up.

Hearing Nicole's earth-shattering cry, Peter quickly covered her mouth. "My God, don't be so loud!" He said in a panic, as if he was ashamed or avoiding someone.Before the other nurses paid their attention, he pulled Nicole into the side passage. "Dear Nicole, why do you keep asking about Brandon? He's the whistleblower." He explained with a frown.His chubby face was wrinkled into a ball like an English scone.

"Dear Peter, don't lie to me. I know that there are countless historical cases of thieves and thieves! Besides, I just asked Grandpa Tien at the entrance of the town. He and his granddaughter have seen cars frequently entering and leaving the town recently!"

"Uh, that doesn't mean anything." Peter whispered, but this set of arguments obviously couldn't convince himself. "Anyway you have to trust me, it can't be Brandon the killer," he said.This sentence is categorical.

Nicole sneered. "Why? Do you have a little personal relationship with that suspicious guy? Don't think I don't know about your little shit in the police world, just like you made friends with that drugged bastard who couldn't restrain his desire—"

But at this point, she suddenly opened her eyes. "Oh no, my Jesus, it shouldn't be him..." She looked at Peter in disbelief, unable to utter any complete words for a long time.

Peter sighed. "Hey, calm down, Nicole," he reassured.He had expected that the clever Nicole would see through everything, and he also knew that it would be counterproductive to keep concealing it. "Well, as long as you are willing to keep silent and leave here for a while, I promise to tell you everything." Peter blinked and said sincerely.

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After that incident, Allen fell into a coma for two full days.When he woke up again, the calendar hanging in the clinic had turned to January [-]rd, which was in the afternoon.

Obviously, the snow is clear and the sky is fine, which is another bright and good day.Warm sunlight pours in from the window sill, and falls on the white walls and bright floor tiles, revealing a lovely pink luster.Even though there is always a faint smell of disinfectant in the air, the spacious and bright space still makes people feel very comfortable.

Of course, there may also be a certain fluke mentality.After all, in country E where the public medical system (#Note) is implemented, it takes a lot of time to register just to see a doctor.On the premise of no major illness, being able to have a hospital bed for yourself to sleep in is definitely something that young people should punch in and commemorate.

So looking at the infusion tube in his hand and the pipeline in his waist and abdomen, Allen was also curious why he could lie here.But just now when he woke up, his thoughts were still in a mess.He only knew that in the depths of his memory, it seemed that he had been in a similar environment a long time ago—perhaps, he had been there for a long time.But he still wasn't sure.During this period of time, certain scenes always come quickly, but they are fleeting, just like those uncontrollable prophetic dreams...

After waking up, Allen lay in the hospital for another whole day.Peter came only once during this period, in civilian clothes, and said nothing, as if visiting on a personal basis-even if the friendship was always based on those unfortunate events.

Peter sat leisurely in the guest chair, skillfully turning the apple in his hand and peeling it.He told Allen that Nicole had visited him two days ago, but because she had received an invitation to speak in the city a while ago, she had to leave Fogg for a while and would return in a few days.

As for Brandon, according to Allen's impression, this guy has completely disappeared since the Christmas party.He just hoped with all his heart that the drunk Brandon wouldn't die in his miserable room during the days when he wasn't home.

The days quietly came to the fourth day, and Alan was finally discharged from the hospital.Looking at the blue-clothed angel who removed the pipeline for him, he realized that this trip to the hospital accounted for almost one-seventh of his wonderful vacation.

This is a sad discovery.Allen thought wistfully.After all, for any workaholic, it is an extremely rare experience to take a short break, or even just go outside for a walk—besides, he is not a real workaholic. Abandon everything and walk through every strange alley in Fogg!But seeing such a good time, now he has to waste it in the hospital, doesn't it make his nose sour?It is simply an incredible waste!

It doesn't matter, especially when standing at the counter, holding a pen and looking at the drug self-payment slip in his hand, the frown between Alan's brows is almost so deep that it can kill a mosquito - after all, my beloved Jehovah!He must have misread the number of digits, right?He really has to go into the operating room again, so that those nasty doctors who make up their own minds can dig out the pile of damn expensive medicines and get a refund!

"Don't keep gnashing your teeth, little Alan. I doubt you will break the little necks of those medical staff later." Behind Alan, someone said sullenly.

Hearing the familiar voice, Allen turned his head in surprise. "Brandon?" He squinted at the person in front of him, "My God, are you here to visit me?" Looking at the fresh bouquet in Brandon's hands, and the neat and clean clothes, Allen expressed his extreme surprise.Indeed, no one could believe that Brandon had a caring side.Allen originally thought that Brandon would never spend money on things that had nothing to do with wine in his life.

"Oh, you said this?" Brandon followed him to look at the flowers in his hand. "Of course it's not for you, idiot. To get my attention, you have to stand in line for a ticket." He looked at Alan and grinned. , the immature appearance is like the bright flowers in his hands.

Although Allen obviously didn't want to go on the same road with Brandon-in fact, he always felt that the guy was too frightened, and his symptoms were getting worse.But given the people Brandon was planning to visit, Allen thought he had to.

Because the object they are planning to visit is Jill Phelps, whom they haven't seen for a long time.

Allen followed Brandon, looking at the pair of broad arms and tall figure.Alan began to think about what kind of evil relationship existed in his encounter with this person.Maybe he accidentally offended Moros, the god of destiny?So life is full of dramatic tragedy.

Just talk about these days, first a bunch of inexplicable cases, and this man of unknown origin.Surrounding him, disturbing his life, making him have to choose a path with difficulty in these twists and turns...

Jill's ward was on the third floor, a sunny side room.She was on the innermost hospital bed, half lying on the pillow.The look of bowing his head to read is quite focused, his face is rosy and energetic.

Seeing Allen, she immediately called out in surprise: "Ah, Mr. Walton!" Then after a few unbalanced coughs from someone, she said timidly: "Hello, Mr. Davis."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Brandon nodded blankly, and put the flowers into the water glass on the first low table.

"Hey Jill. Feeling alright?" Ellen approached with a smile while pulling up a chair to sit next to Jill's bed.He noticed her hoarse voice, which seemed to be recovering from the last disaster-in fact, during the time Jill was in the hospital, Ellen came alone a few times.The last time was two days before Christmas Eve. At that time, Jill was still in a coma, wrapped around her breathing assistance system and other equipment, and looked weak and haggard.Apparently, prolonged hypoxia and severe choking had caused great damage to her body.But now that I can speak, the situation must be much better.

"She's fine. But I just took off the oxygen mask yesterday, so try not to talk too much. The vocal cords are still wounded." Brandon pointed to his throat and replied instead, "So Jill, I advise you to take care of yourself, you I don't want your terrible father jumping out of the grave and strangling me." He raised his eyebrows, threatening Jill.

Facing Brandon's intimidation, Jill quickly lowered her head. "Yes, yes, Mr. Davis." But seeing the sudden sharp look in the corner of her eyes, she quickly covered her mouth again.She remembered his advice: don't destroy that tired vocal cords again.

Seeing Jill's sense of humor, Brandon reluctantly spared her.He picked up the teapot on the low table and went out, saying he would hold hot water for Jill.Leave Ellen and Jill alone.

And seeing Jill and Brandon seem to be very familiar with the intimate interaction, Alan was also surprised.After all, according to his impression: on one side is a cute and well-behaved student, on the other side is a drunk who thinks highly of himself and wants to repay his kindness, the two are parallel lines that are completely irrelevant.Moreover, Allen did not omit her address to Brandon.

"By the way, you just called him Mr. Davis?" he asked suspiciously.After all, "Davis" and "Kirclough" have more than one pronunciation difference.

Jill looked at him and nodded obediently. "Yes. Mr. Vincent Davies was my father's student...Of course, that was a long time ago. My father was teaching in the capital at that time. If He who is in heaven knows the most He must be very pleased that worried students can be admitted to the great city police station." She lowered her eyebrows and whispered with a smile, her happy appearance seemed to be recalling the wonderful past.

But Allen just opened his eyes and looked at her in amazement.

#Note: The UK implements the public medical system (NHS), which is a medical system supported by the state, and citizens enjoy free medical treatment or first aid (but the drug fee is paid by themselves).Because of this, patients always have to wait in long queues, and the efficiency and quality of diagnosis and treatment are generally not high.

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