In the early morning, Thirteen woke up from a nearly comatose sleep while holding the sword niche ghost in his arms. There were 10 glucose infusion bags hanging on the clothes rack beside the bed, 9 of which were shriveled.
What Shisan didn't know was that he suddenly had a high fever of 40 degrees in the middle of last night. It seemed that even Superman couldn't handle it after swimming in the river for a long time. Li Xiaowu stayed by his side all night, covered him with a quilt, and kept using cold water.
He wiped his forehead and armpits with a towel. Thirteen's infusion speed was very scary. Even if it was turned on to the maximum, it would take an hour to drain the glucose. He drained it in just 30 minutes. His blood vessels were craving for sugar.
Just keep sucking.
Shisan was so feverish that he was in a coma, and there was no way to change it. Li Xiaowu changed it for him.
When Thirteen opened his eyes, he saw the back of Li Xiaowu working in the kitchen. After pulling out the needle in his hand, Thirteen stood up unsteadily. He walked to the kitchen just wearing a bath towel.
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"I'm so thirsty. Is there any water to drink?" Thirteen now still has the taste of glucose on his tongue.
Li Xiaowu was so frightened that she turned around. Her skin looked even whiter after not sleeping all night. "It scared me to death. You finally woke up. Do you know? Yesterday you had a high fever of 42 degrees. I thought you would
What happened?"
"What's wrong with your hand?" Shisan suddenly noticed that Li Xiaowu's left wrist was wrapped with a bandage.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Li Xiaowu dodged a little, but Shisan grabbed his hand and removed the bandage, leaving a bruised handprint on Li Xiaowu's wrist.
"Did I do it?" Thirteen no longer remembers anything.
"You were holding my hand when you were unconscious...calling Jing Chumei's name..." Li Xiaowu retracted her hand, "Who is she?"
"A girl I owe." Thirteen's words were filled with guilt. Maybe Jing Chumei would not have died if she had not come to France.
"You also called Lin Xi's name...many times..." Li Xiaowu asked curiously, "Is she your girlfriend?"
"That's my partner, don't get me wrong, he's a man." Thirteen didn't want to leave the beautiful girl in front of him with the feeling that he was a playboy.
"But every time you call her name, your hands are very dishonest... Do you touch boys randomly?" Li Xiaowu's voice became softer and softer after she said it, and her face turned red with embarrassment.
"No, don't get me wrong! I'm a straight man. I probably dreamed of competing in martial arts with my partner." Thirteen forcefully explained.
"But your hands have been moving up and down on your chest... What martial arts are you competing for?" Li Xiaowu's voice was completely inaudible later.
"Can we stop talking about this?" Thirteen finally couldn't make up any more.
"Yes, but you have to tell me, what do you do? Why were you so seriously injured?" Li Xiaowu is good at extracting confessions, which may be a talent.
"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Thirteen leaned on the kitchen counter with both hands, leaning his upper body towards Li Xiaowu, perhaps unconsciously attracted.
"I don't like lies. That's why I never believe what boys say to me, 'I love you and am willing to do everything for you. I can't live without you.' My sheets and bathtub are dyed red by you. You
You should give me the truth." Li Xiaowu looked directly into Thirteen's eyes. He was a sincere man because he never concealed the lust in his eyes.
When they first met, there was lust in his eyes. If it were on the street, any girl he looked at like that would have 1% reason to slap him. But it was also because he saved Li
Because of my relationship with Xiaowu, I could have further conversations and get to know each other better.
But now, he may have experienced some profound things, which made his eyes clear and free from distracting thoughts. When he needs to be serious, he is more serious than anyone else.
"The truth is...your eggs were fried badly." Thirteen pointed to the burnt food in the pan below. Li Xiaowu was in a hurry to deal with the failed breakfast and had to start all over again.
The quiet fragrance of eggs came out of nowhere again, and Thirteen also started chatting, "Actually, I am the official correspondent of the Celestial Empire, but I am not the kind that can be put on the table."
"Like James Bond?" Li Xiaowu asked in surprise.
"One thing is that the types of cases I handle are a little different. I met a shameless internal traitor, a girl lost her life because of this conspiracy, and I also fell into such an embarrassing situation." Thirteen calmly described his situation,
Neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor arrogant, just like telling other people's stories. This is exactly what a chess player should do. As a person who can understand the overall situation, you can't just because your opponent accidentally eats your rook.
The reversal is gone, "And now, I have endured the bitter consequences they buried for me, and now it's my turn to bury them."
"Are you ready for revenge?" Li Xiaowu was telling a plot that often appears in movies.
"No, revenge has no meaning. The dead cannot survive, but the living will die because of it. Hatred will not be alleviated by revenge, it will only leave more loss and emptiness." Thirteen Incarnation Philosophers.
"Then what do you want to do?" Li Xiaowu turned off the fire, and this time there was no burnt food to disturb her curiosity.
"I just want those who made mistakes to pay for the path they chose." Thirteen said softly.
After more than 10 hours of flight, the special plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. The special investigation team led by Qingcheng and the entourage behind them were dressed in uniform gray suits and carrying a large amount of luggage and equipment.
Step out of the VIP aisle.
The pace was like a storm coming from the east, not allowing anything to block their advance. But there was a guy who didn't know his own abilities and stood at their exit.
Roca put on a high-end suit that was only worn during ceremonies, but the black cross on the back of his head and the frivolous and proud smile at the corner of his mouth did not blend in with the suit.
"Welcome all guests from the East, I am your host, tour guide and accompanying translator for this trip to France."
"Hello, I am the leader of the special investigation team, Qingcheng." Qingcheng replied in standard French. When the receptionist cannot extend a friendly hand at the first time, you should automatically classify him into the "enemy attempt" queue.
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"Please forgive my poor appearance. Not long ago, I was a full-time human classification investigator. Most of the reception work was given to young and beautiful female temporary workers. But since a certain guest behaved very irregularly, they
They think I'm more suitable for this job, at least no one likes to see me twisting around on the bed wearing stockings, and finally gives me the urge to stab me." That's right, Rocca is here to stab me.
"Do you need me to seal his mouth? I'm very good at this job." Lin Xi, who was standing behind Qingcheng, asked softly with a smile and a folder in his arms.
"If necessary, I will do it myself. Calm down and remember what you promised me. The most important thing now is not Thirteen but...little Thirteen." Qingcheng said that she also felt twitching pain in the corners of her eyes.
"Whether you like me or not, please come with me and I will take you to see our 'underworld bureau'." Roca turned and walked towards the exit.
When the team moved towards the door, Laughing Torpedo stopped and walked to the other side. He did not need to inform anyone of his whereabouts. This was something Director Wu Zhu had already explained before departure. Laughing Torpedo would use another method.
One way to do another job, maybe this job can't help Shisan get out of the predicament, but it will restore the truth of the incident.
The people who came this time were of high standard, and the reception was also of high standard. The Holy Cross Legion even brought in an extended luxury car. You must know that just one day ago, when Thirteen walked out, there was only a second-hand Peugeot.
The big car gave the big shots an opportunity to communicate face to face. After getting on the car, Luo Ka handed the prepared investigation report into Qingcheng's hands.
Qingcheng didn't even look at it, and directly handed the document to Lin Xi, who got on the bus with him. Lin Xi was like a hound that saw a bone, looking up every detail in it that might be useful.
"Mr. Roca, I want to know how you feel now?" Qingcheng looked directly at Roca and said.
"Feeling? It's probably like a hunter trying to find prey, right? A little anxious, a little expectant, but really, hunting is more interesting. Thirteen can't escape, we control our city, we monitor every communication,
We have jurisdiction over every exit route, and I will eventually win my prey, of course after you confirm his guilt." Rocca took out a brand-name French red wine in the car, but he only took a wine glass.
I never intended to share it with anyone else.
"Mr. Rocca may have misunderstood. I have no interest in knowing your personal hobbies. Before I came here, I already knew that you were the last person who watched Thirteen kill your adjutant and let him escape after a fierce battle.
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"I know this is my dereliction of duty, but I will not make the same mistake twice. When I see him again, I will make him pay for the death of my companion." Roca drank to himself.
"No, you are wrong. I know what kind of person Thirteen is. If he really wants to kill people, believe me, with your strength, you will not be much luckier than your adjutant.
I don’t know what kind of story is hidden in this, at least for the time being. I ask you how you feel? Do you feel that kind of fear when facing Thirteen, who treats you with no expression as if you are raw meat? A kind of fear that can happen at any time.
The fear of death…
You may be right, this is a hunt, but who is the prey? Who knows until the last moment?
Also, don’t challenge my lower limit with your arrogance. The diplomatic immunity I enjoy is better than thirteen, and it is high enough for me to strangle you. Arthur will only change the reception to send me back to the airport."
Qingcheng pressed down the car window, took the red wine from Luo Ka's hand, and poured it out of the car window.