[Seventy-five] Kaifeng House Famous Detective Code

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That night, Zhan Zhao developed a fever.

He was blindfolded and imprisoned in a dark and humid environment for several days. He was cruelly tortured, without enough food, and his body was already weak.

But he still insisted on maintaining his sanity, judging the number of guards only by the sound of footsteps and the blurred shadows in front of him. After listening for several days, he finally figured out the behavior habits of these people, and escaped in one fell swoop while the defense was lax.

It's just Juque and Xiujian, but I have no time to take care of them.

The escape had exhausted all his strength, and after getting rid of the pursuit, he didn't even know where he was, but he just ran on instinct until... until he was exhausted and fell heavily to the ground.

Then...his consciousness became fuzzy, he felt himself being picked up and placed on a bed, and he also felt his clothes being untied, like a fish on a chopping board. slaughter.

He felt ashamed and dangerous, and the combination of emotions made him restless.

And the bloody smell that had been lingering around him for several days aggravated this anxiety, and he let out a painful and hoarse moan from the depths of his throat.

He had already bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, as if he was enduring some great pain.

Suddenly, a light scent with a cold meaning washed away the bloody smell lingering in his nose.

The smell is like the snowflakes falling on the pine trees in winter, or like the glaciers on the snowy mountains in the distance that are illuminated by the first ray of sunlight.

Calming down the hotness and restlessness on Zhan Zhao's body, he sniffed, sniffing like a small animal, instinctively looking for the source of the smell.

His half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and those pupils, which were always full of starlight, were now hazy and lifeless, with a kind of fragility and bewilderment that is rare in Yumao.

He saw a vague figure, which was all in white, which gave him a little sense of familiarity in a trance.

who is it?who is it?

His mind was chaotic, as if he remembered a person, but couldn't remember her name, so he could only make himself see clearly and clearly.

Then, her cold hand touched his wound.

At that moment, Zhan Zhao felt as if he had been burned by boiling oil. The wound was suddenly hot. After losing his vision, his sense of touch was magnified by him. The hand was obviously cold...but why did it seem to be writhed by him? What if the blood is burned hot?

Even he felt that the tiny nerve endings at the wound began to curl up and itch.

Zhan Zhao clenched his fist in pain, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back, and then lost his strength again, and let go of his hand weakly, the hand hangs down pale, and the fingertips are trembling slightly.

He lost consciousness later, and his whole body was burned in a daze, and he didn't know what happened.

The only thing he remembered was that his eyes felt uncomfortable and itchy, and he scratched at random, and was about to tear off a piece of cloth when he caught it, but he was held by that cold hand.

The man said slowly, "Zhan Zhao, be good." It was as if he was comforting a kitten or puppy again.

Her voice was also icy and cold, but with a little bit of a strange sly smile, which caused this cold and indifferent voice to be turned into light wisps of smoke, which entangled Zhan Zhao's breathing.

He really stayed still.

The cold hand broke off his fingers one by one.Then she tapped lightly on his finger bones, slowly lowered the hand that held him, and patted him twice to show comfort.

Then she seemed to be leaving.

Zhan Zhao instinctively reached out to grab a thin wrist.

A person like Zhan Zhao who abides by the etiquette of a gentleman would never do such a thing when he was sane.

But when he forgot all the etiquette and distance and acted on instinct, Zhan Zhao unexpectedly acted like a child.

A little clingy.

He was holding that hand, but he was unwilling to let go, and he clenched it tightly. The man tried to pull it out but failed, and paused for a few seconds, repeating the old trick: "Zhan Zhao, be good. .”

Zhan Zhao didn't listen, and grabbed that hand even harder.

The man never struggled again.

Zhan Zhao fell asleep contentedly.

After an unknown period of time, he slowly woke up.After sleeping soundly and peacefully for the first time in these days, he just felt that his mind was blank, and he couldn't remember what happened for a while.

After a while, he recalled that he had escaped from the cage, and that he had fainted on the road and was rescued, and then...then he grabbed a girl's hand.

When he realized that he was still holding the girl's hand, Zhan Zhao was so frightened that he woke up.

He immediately let go of that hand, feeling the sweat in his palm.

Then he sat up slowly.

The girl woke up because of his action, Zhan Zhao hesitated for a moment, and said dryly: "Girl...Zhan..."

The girl said: "Zhan Zhao, you're awake."

This voice still carried a little laziness of just waking up from a dream. When Zhan Zhao heard this voice, his whole back suddenly stiffened, and even his voice became a little hoarse: "Yu, Miss Yu..."

Uncontrollably thinking about his uncontrollable behavior yesterday, and the lazy and dumb sentence "Zhan Zhao, be good."

He bit his lower lip with his teeth, and his pale face was stained with an unnatural blush, and his face was tilted a little bit in resistance, revealing his smooth mandible angle, and... the red ears .

Yu Yikui didn't speak, Zhan Zhao opened his mouth, and said after a long time: "Miss Yu... sorry, I... Zhan Chaochao."

Yu Yikui's voice sounded quite calm: "Are you talking about pinching my hand?"

Zhan Zhao didn't know what to say.

Yu Yikui said: "That's nothing, it's just that your palms are sweating a lot, which made my hands sweat profusely too."

After saying this, she naturally reached out and rubbed Zhan Zhaoli's shoulders twice: "It's fine now, wipe it clean."

Zhan Zhao: "..."

For some reason, he had the feeling that Yu Yikui was deliberately teasing him.

However, he still forcibly suppressed this strange feeling, cleared his throat, and solemnly thanked: "Miss Yu, thank you for saving me."

Yu Yikui: "No need, I have already asked the martial artist to go to Kaifeng Mansion, and your colleagues should be able to come over later."

Zhan Zhao nodded slightly, and said, "That's good."

Yu Yikui said again: "But Zhan Zhao, do you actually have the habit of talking in your sleep?"

Zhan Zhao was taken aback: "What?"

Yu Yikui: "You ask Zhao Hu to pay you back."

Zhan Zhao: "..."

Yu Yikui: "You also said you want to eat oranges."

Zhan Zhao: "Wait..."

Yu Yikui: "He said he missed his parents..."

Zhan Zhao: "!!"