You Are My Gravity

At this point, Zhen Baoer sleeps well.

Gu Zhixin tilted his head and stared at the window for a long time, until there was no movement outside the window before he yawned and lay down again.

Putting her arms around Zhen Baoer, she closed her eyes again.

From he got up to lie down, the whole process lasted about 10 minutes.

The black shadow outside the window has jumped down, standing in the grass seed downstairs, the black shadow laughed: "People are stupid, this alertness is still..."

The people in the dark came and went silently, as if they had never been.

He left the hospital, no one noticed, avoiding all surveillance cameras.

Sitting in his car, he took off his mask to reveal his original face. That face was gentle and clear, and it looked comfortable. If Zhen Baoer saw that face, he would be very surprised because... it was Xiang Qiuchi.

The lights in the car were dim, but his face seemed to emit a faint halo. Looking at it, people could put down all the precautions in their bodies, and wanted to dig out their hearts with him.

The phone rang, he glanced at it and ignored it.

Xiang Qiuchi slowly took off his gloves, took off his coat, and threw them all to the co-pilot.

The phone kept ringing, and it was a bit too noisy in the quiet car.

Xiang Qiuchi still ignored it. He was tilting his head and staring at his neck. There was a thin wound on it, slowly leaking some bloodshot eyes. When he jumped down, he was scratched by the branches outside the window.

Reached out to Qiuchi to wipe the blood from the wound, and after a while, blood came out again.

The wound was not painful at all to him, but it was uncomfortable.

The phone keeps ringing, it seems that as long as he doesn't answer it, he will not stop it.

Connected to Qiu Chi and tapped "hands-free".

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became louder: "How did you succeed?"

Xiang Qiuchi said casually: "No."

The person on the other end was very anxious: "Why? Isn't there no one you can't kill in this world?"

"No." Xiang Qiuchi's face was indifferent, and the brows that looked warm and peaceful in front of Zhen Baoer and Gu Zhixin before exuded a chill in the bones.

He took out a tissue and slowly wiped the blood that had emerged from the wound, and added: "But...I don't want to kill it yet."

The voice in the store suddenly rose: "Why?"

Xiang Qiuchi's face was indifferent: "There is no why, I am happy."

The other party angrily said: "What are you going to do, I gave you so much money, not for you to play..."

Xiang Qiuchi looked at the paper towel stained with blood and took out a lighter to set the paper towel on fire. People like him usually don't leave anything with any traces of him.

The thin paper napkins were swallowed by the tongue of fire in a blink of an eye, the car window fell, leaving only the ashes of the napkin thrown out of the car.

Xiang Qiuchi said: "I said earlier that when you find me, you must follow my rules. I don't want to do it now. When I want to do it, I will naturally tell you."

"You...you, I really regret looking for you."

Xiang Qiuchi's voice was calm: "It's no use regretting. Since I have accepted this transaction, it is my job."

"You...you...well, I won't interfere with your hands, but you have to give me a definite time. I really don't have much time."

Xiang Qiuchi's voice still doesn't have any ups and downs: "It's your business to have time."