Guardian

Although Chu Chushuzhi didn't talk to Guo Changcheng very much, in the few times he made contact with him, he made a good impression, leaving an indelible impression on Guo Changcheng's "young" heart.

Guo Great Wall believes that although the leaders are also powerful, they are always more cordial. Gambling is often used to smoke and fire. His role is at most a father and brother. No matter how powerful, there is no mystery at close range.

However, Chu Shu is different. Brother Chu, he is definitely a "foreign master" who can only see from a distance.

Guo Great Wall, as taught in the "Code of Conduct for Newcomers to the Workplace" on the Internet, brought a small notebook with him, and followed Chu Shuzhi arbitrarily. He didn't dare to say a word, and wanted to remember everything.

As soon as the two entered the hospital, they saw a young policeman waiting at the door. Both parties showed their credentials and walked to the ward together.

The host who received them was called Xiao Wang, walking and saying, "Our leaders are also inside. Just now we called with Zhao to make a ditch. This incident was particularly bad. The family members called the police and said that someone had maliciously sold poisonous food and poisoned it. The one lying in it, so far, the hospital has not detected any poison. "

Chu Chushu asked: "Food poisoning? What food is it?"

"Fruit." Xiao Wang said, "It is said that the victim was off work the night before and had not had time to eat. According to family members, he smashed an orange that he bought on the side of the road. As soon as he finished eating, people stopped eating. Hurry to the hospital-I have heard of poisoning in water and additives in food, and I really encountered the first poisoning in fruits. "

说 He said, as soon as he pushed the door of the ward, there was an earth-shattering scream. Guo Changcheng was startled, raised his toes, and leaned out from behind Chu Shu.

I saw a man lying on the bed, about thirty or forty years old, struggling with the bed. Several doctors and nurses held him together, and there was a crying woman next to him, probably a family member.

The man in the bed clenched a doctor's hand and almost pulled the doctor's hand off his skin, mourning with an abnormally nervous voice: "My leg, my leg is broken ... my leg! Ah! Ah! Ah! ! "

He cried again and again, and the blue veins around his neck swelled up.

"Help! Help me ... my leg is broken ... it hurts me, help ... it hurts!"

腿 "Legs?" Chu Shuzhi asked Xiao Wang with his head, "Don't you say he has food poisoning? What happened to the legs?"

"Okay," Xiao Wang said, "I didn't even have a piece of bruise. I took a film and didn't check out the problem-it's just puzzling."

Chu Shuzhi walked over and patted a little nurse on the shoulder to let her out of the place, then raised his hand and turned over the man's eyelids, stared at his pupils for a while, then checked his ears Later, after finally saying something low, he reached out and made a grasping movement, and then put his clenched fist on the man's chest and abdomen, and held it firmly.

The man who couldn't help struggling suddenly calmed down.

Chu Chushu leaned over and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

The man easily took a breath, looked at him gratefully, and shook his head.

The doctors and nurses next to him looked at them with a look at the cult.

So Chu Shuzhi let go of his hand without sympathy, turning aside to the screams that rang again behind him, turning to Guo Changcheng and saying, "After reading, let's go and write a report."

Guo Great Wall: "..."

That's it! That ... what happened just now?

Shen Wei's elective day was in the evening. After watching the last batch of students leaving, he packed his things and returned to his home. He couldn't help picking up his mobile phone and watching it a few times along the way ... as if he was very Caring about time.

His mobile phone has only three functions, calling, texting and watching time. The game comes with the mobile phone. He has never played.

Shen Wei didn't like this thing. He always felt that the letter was more convenient. He could write a note in an emergency. He did n’t rush to write it. It did n’t matter how long it was. It was n’t like calling. Someone stared at him and talked, feeling very different.

拆 And breaking the letter itself is a joy full of expectation, especially when the letter is very special to him, only the handwriting of the other party can arouse the deepest miss, and those letters can be collected for a long time.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yunlan never wrote a letter. He even thought that signing the courier was too much trouble for the stroke of the name. Every time he just rushed to draw a ghost like "Zhao", he sent people away. "To Soul Killer" is a slogan for sending letters, and "Shen Wei" is an endless text bomber.

The frosty print on the mobile phone message does not look any different from the balance notified by the telecommunications company. Although Shen Wei has not been willing to delete one, he always feels uncomfortable ... but do n’t get used to it now, because after Xueshan returned, Zhao Yun Lan never harassed him again.

That ’s okay, Shen Wei thought, mortal life is only a few decades, for him, but the situation of the finger must be shot, and future generations die like a lamp, all things in this life are out of the question, at that time, Zhao Yunlan will be back forget him.

Shen Wei turned and pushed open the bedroom door which was always closed. When the door opened, the light inside turned on automatically.

I saw that there was no bed, no table, no chair, there were several portraits on the wall, and it was quite a few years to look at the frame. It was all painted by a man. The front, side, back, and clothing were arranged according to age. Different dynasties and dynasties, but people are always that one, even the most subtle look between the eyebrows is nuanced, life after life has not changed.

Later, the portrait of the old occupied place became a large and small picture. As a teenager, after growing up ... some are laughing, some are frowning, some are talking to others, and there is a captivity. The cat rushed to his head, and he narrowed his neck to hide and scold.

He was all Zhao Yunlan, and he was the only one.

Wu Shenwei felt that, in the end, it was only that he knew and remembered by himself. When the time was ripe, he would disappear by himself, and it would be better for no one to notice-because he was a person who should not exist.

Before that, the only thing Shen Wei could indulge in was to secretly look at him a few more times without even realizing it.

He would sneak into Zhao Yunlan's house while he was late at night, but that person was very vigilant and he didn't dare to stay long. Fortunately, Zhao Yunlan had a lot of meals recently. Most of the time he got home was half drunk, so he dared to step forward slightly. a little.

Silently came and went quietly.

Shen Wei looked at the photos and portraits on the wall with nostalgia, and turned and disappeared into a dark mist.

He hurried across Huangquan Road, but there was a large judge at the bridge head with black and white impermanence, bull head and horse face, and other ghosts to greet him.

The judge was a middle-aged man with a pale face and a slight fatness. He was kind-hearted and good-looking, not terrible. He met Shen Wei and looked respectfully and with a smile on his face: "Master, Ten Hall Yan Luo has invited you."

By the side of the lonely and sorrowful Naihe Bridge, Shen Wei's eyebrows looked a little cold, he nodded slightly to the ghosts, and his eyelids did not lift, but he said politely, "There is work."

The judge said, "The last time I gave the cause-and-effect book to the lord, it was because we were so unconsidered, that we almost leaked the signs of the adults, and we are really guilty."

He Shen Wei glanced at him impassively, and almost looked down at the cold sweat of the judge.

So the old man immediately betrayed and said, "But all the records related to Kunlun Jun at that time have been cleaned up. The little **** promised that there would never be half leaks, and even a little clue could not be found, so that the Lord is in the world today, as long as the ghost His mouth was tight, and he would never know anything. Furthermore, it would make the filth of the Lord light wind, and a foul person like a ghost face afraid to "wake him up."

Shen Wei smiled softly, with unspeakable 讥 诮, and didn't say anything—he really had nothing to say.

The judge heard a dry laugh, raised his sleeves and wiped his sweat.

He also felt that the prefecture's blatantly giving the cause and effect book to Zhao Yunlan was not clever, but what could happen?

It wasn't him who had the final say.

There are ten great gods pressed on him, and they even motioned to him to secretly explore what he thought of Soul Killing. Does he have a stubborn stand? Although the word Soul Killer is silent, there is always a kind of gentleness and frugality. The calculation looks like a mirror.

No one is stupid. He has an old bone and doesn't want to try the Soul Slayer.

Besides, I really woke up that great god, and they would sit on a bench with them?

Isn't it because he was too apostate?