It spread like wildfire and quickly spread throughout the military region.
Everyone thought she had a brain twitch and had a neurological problem.
When others mentioned it in front of Dongfang Xing, his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and they did not dare to ask any more questions.
Xia Houhuan'er didn't mind what others said at all. She still went her own way. Except for eating and toileting, she stayed where she was with the medical book in hand, insisting on waiting until the ghost of Jiao Xu came up.
And the comrades who originally believed that she was the murderer gradually felt that she could not be the murderer when they saw that she had been waiting at the scene of the murder for so long with no shame on her face.
Let me ask, if she really killed someone, how could she sit there with peace of mind, waiting for the charming ghost to come up? Is it possible that she is not afraid of the innocent ghost claiming her life?
The busy day has passed, and the day's companion night is ushered in.
Everyone has gone off work, and the remaining people on night shift dare not go near this place.
It's very quiet, very deserted, and very strange.
"Huan'er, you haven't left yet?" Gao Yang, who had just gotten off work, passed by and saw that she was still there, with a look of surprise on his face.
Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her hand and scratched her head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I forgot, ghosts only come out at night. It seems I have to spend the night here tonight."
"You want to stay here for the night?" Gao Yang raised his voice.
Xia Houhuan'er nodded and said: "There is no way. If I can't wait until she comes up to tell me who the murderer is, then I will go to jail. I don't want my baby to be born in a cell."
"But you've been sitting here all day, aren't you tired?" Gao Yang asked worriedly.
Xiahou Huan'er shook his head and smiled sweetly: "It doesn't matter, as long as I know who the murderer is, I'm not afraid no matter how tired I am."
"Okay, since you said so, I'm off work. Goodbye." Gao Yang waved and left.
She regained her composure, and Xia Houhuan'er continued to read the medical books under the dim light. There were still two days left, and she had only read half of it, and could only remember very few of them. She really envied those who could have a photographic memory, and she didn't want to
That’s a lot, so let’s continue reading honestly.
The pointer hanging in the lobby was ticking, and the night was getting darker and darker.
The corridor in the hospital was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, making it even more eerie and eerie.
Occasionally, the sound of turning pages in a book could be heard clearly.
Suddenly the lights flickered, and the surrounding surveillance images instantly turned into snowflakes.
A slender black figure wearing a mask slowly walked out of the dark corner, walking with steps that were almost inaudible, towards Xia Hou Huan'er, whose back was turned to him.
Suddenly a silver light flashed, and a sharp scalpel appeared in his palm. He held it hard and quickly thrust it into Xiahou Huan'er's back.
The smooth ground and clear reflection had already reminded her that someone was coming from behind. The moment he raised the scalpel, she quickly threw the book in her hand back, accurately, and hit him in the hand.
The scalpel fell to the ground with a sharp sound.
The man was horrified and quickly bent down to pick up the scalpel, but before his hand could touch the scalpel, the top of his head was suddenly pressed against by the cold, hard muzzle of the gun.
"You killed someone and you still don't repent, and you still want to kill someone and silence them. This time, you are dead."
The person who put the gun to his head turned out to be Wild Rose.
