Dedicated to the silly little white artist

sixteen

02:30 in the middle of the night.

The man pushed open the door and approached quietly.

The pale moonlight shone on the quilt. The man looked at it and found that the person on the bed was sleeping with his head covered and wanted to pull the quilt down to look at his face. He just stretched out his hand when he suddenly remembered the vigilance of this person and withdrew his hand. Align the muzzle of the front silencer with the position of the head——

"Put it down." Behind him came a soft and deep voice, with a hint of a smile on it.

At the same moment, the man felt something cold touch his exposed back.

Bai En didn't move the hand holding the gun, and walked leisurely to the man's side, with a leisurely and relaxed posture, as if he was pacing in his own garden.

"So it's you..." Mr. Bai smiled inexplicably, and stretched out his hand to tear off the veil on the man's face. It turned out to be the nurse specially sent by the hospital beside him!

The middle-aged man stared at Mr. Bai without blinking his eyes, cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and the veins on his neck were all tense due to tension.

"Relax." Bai En thoughtfully patted the middle-aged man's face with his gun, held his jaw with the other hand, broke it hard, and said loudly, "Ugh!!" The man wailed, his The mouth opened unnaturally, saliva overflowed, Bai En avoided the man's saliva, with a look of disgust.

The man shook his body in pain, felt the muzzle on his back sinking deeper into his skin, glanced at Bai En, and was too frightened to move again——

At this time, Bai En was biting the rubber gloves with his teeth and putting them on neatly, squinting at himself with a smile on his lips.

"Let me find out how many secrets you have hidden." Bai En put his hand into the man's mouth, touched from the left molar to the right, stopped at the second molar, turned slightly, and the tooth fell out. The tiny magnetic cards hidden in the teeth flashed a faint blue light.

Bai En held the magnetic card and stuck it on the man's straight nose, and said, "I said, why don't you take medicine, so you don't have cyanide at all." After speaking, he held the man's jaw and put his The hook is attached.

The man stood there blankly, not understanding why Bai En did this at all.

Sensing his doubts, Bai En smiled: "Since you won't commit suicide, there's no need for me to be nervous, right?"

A few seconds later, the middle-aged man asked in a hoarse voice, "When did you find out?"

"It's been a long time." Mr. Bai seemed to sigh: "I found out before you did anything to me."

The man obviously didn't believe it and kept his mouth shut.

"The sixth sense," Mr. Bai said, "if you can feel the torment of that moment like me, you will understand what it is. Well, I've already told you what you want to know, now it's your turn It's my turn, what's going on with this magnetic card?"

The man opened his mouth and closed it again. Mr. Bai's face turned cold, and the muzzle of the gun was placed on his head, saying: "Say!"

"If...if I tell you everything I know, you," the man's voice was trembling, "can you spare my life?"

"Hehe." Bai En's smile didn't reach his eyes, and he said honestly, "No."

"Then what else is there to say!" the man said angrily.

"But I can promise you a request, trust me, you will need it." Bai En added.

The man looked at Bai En, put away the prayer, took out a small square box about two fingers wide from his pocket, and threw it out: "Everything you want to know is in it."

Mr. Bai nodded and pulled the trigger: "Thank you."

"call out--"

Blood splashed on Bai Enjunxiu's face, and he stretched out his bright red tongue to lick it, as if his taste buds were conveying a message of enjoyment to his brain.

Seventeen

The window shattered with a clatter, and Jiezi jumped into the house holding the window frame with one hand, turned on the infrared light to investigate around, and after confirming that there were no other living beings in the room except the person in front of him, he rushed to stand with his gun, and said, "Bai Dong, we have already investigated clearly. Well, these people were arranged in advance, and the hospital didn't know about it, and the surveillance video of the second floor and the surveillance video of Building C both showed a short circuit, so it should have been prepared in advance."

Mr. Bai stepped on the still warm corpse of the man on the ground, playing with the square box in his hand, his eyes focused: "Jiezi, you guys were negligent this time."

Jie Zi bowed his head: "I'm sorry."

Bai En opened the box and showed the contents inside to Jiezi. Jiezi gasped and shouted in surprise: "How dare they..."

"Hush," Mr. Bai put his index finger in front of his mouth, "It's not funny to talk about this kind of thing, but it also tells me why they set my watch back by 7 minutes."

Jie Zi was surprised: "Are you sure?"

Mr. Bai said calmly: "That's right, two o'clock every night is the time for the security guard to change shifts. If I count by the time of this watch today..." He sneered: "I must have died by this time."

Jiezi was so scared that he didn't dare to speak. Just when the room fell into silence, the door was suddenly opened. Zheng He rubbed his eyes and walked in: "I just heard the noise, Mr. Bai, did you hear it...?" He suddenly widened his eyes. His eyes stared straight at the corpse on the ground.

Jiezi gave a secret 'tsk' sound, and slid his legs behind Zheng He, raising his knife to stab him!

Zheng He was so frightened by Jiezi's skill that his legs went limp, and he swayed and luckily avoided Jiezi's attack. He fell to the ground and looked around blankly.

Bai En turned his head sideways and said, "Zheng He, you are here."

Zheng He looked at Mr. Bai, and suddenly got up and rushed towards him: "Mr. Bai, save me!"

With a surprised expression on his face, Bai En hugged the person who threw himself into his arms, an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart, and a crack appeared on his indifferent face.

Jiezi chased after him, the short knife reflected dazzling silver in the moonlight, and the blade was getting closer and closer to Zheng He's chest...

"Wait." Mr. Bai said suddenly.

The knife stopped, and the sharp point was only a few millimeters away from Zheng He.

Mr. Bai touched Zheng He's trembling back and asked Jiezi, "How many people are there today?"

"Counting the one under your feet, there are seven in total. Four of them are in the medical room and two are in the corridor. I have dragged them into the room and dealt with them."

"Anyone else?"

"No." Jie Zi shook his head, without moving his posture, he could still kill Zheng He at any time.

Zheng He didn't understand what was going on, he could only hold on to Bai En's clothes tightly in fear, and refused to let go. He could feel that this person would not hurt him.

After a long time, Mr. Bai waved his hand: "Put away your knife."

Jiezi's expression was gloomy: "Bai Dong, it's better to be cautious."

"It's not bad," Bai En lifted Zheng He's chin like a pet, lowered his head and kissed his lips, slipped his tongue in, and sucked gently.

Zheng He leaned closer to the man again, lowering his eyes to accept this untimely kiss.

Jiezi tucked the knife into his cuff, and stood there like a pole, silently.

At the end of the kiss, Bai En broke off the entangled silver thread, and caressed Zheng He's face with his hand. Although he was staring at this man, he said to Jie Zi: "I remember you brought hypnotic medicine?"

Jie Zi nodded: "I have brought them all."

Zheng He thought of something, and suddenly opened his mouth wide.

"That's good," Bai En said, "Give him an injection to make him subconsciously forget what happened tonight, can it be done?"

Zheng He hugged Mr. Bai's waist tightly, begging bitterly: "No, I beg you, don't do this."

Mr. Bai sighed: "I'm doing this for your own good, baby, close your eyes."

"No! Don't kill me!" Zheng He obviously misunderstood, he was so frightened that he kept crying, blurring his vision.

Mr. Bai closed Zheng He's eyes.

The colorless liquid slipped into Zheng He's arm along the needle...

"Jingle Bell!!"

The alarm clock yelled like a man with epilepsy. Zheng He was sleepy, reached out to turn off the alarm clock, and yawned big on the bed.

"Hiss..." He sat up and rubbed his arms and legs: "Why does it hurt so much, how did I sleep?" This question only flashed in his mind for a few seconds before disappearing, and he stared stupidly at this In his own bedroom, his brain gradually regained consciousness. He remembered his uneven career path during this period, and sighed: "Oh, I will be fired in more than a month, and I have to ask Sister Fang to help me find another home today... He scratched his head vigorously: "It's so annoying! Forget it, let's go to sleep again."

With that said, he turned over and lay back on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Everything that happened last night seemed to be just a dream.