"I remember that when Xike was injured, you mentioned that you could contact the doctor that ICV had recruited. This doctor refers to Mr. Zhu Hong, who I have met before." Zuo Shu walked forward along the long corridor.
As she walked, she asked casually. She seemed to mention it casually, but her eyes were a little unusual.
Rujing was asked unexpectedly by her, and without thinking too much, she was stunned for two seconds and replied: "Yes."
Zuo Shu suddenly stopped and turned back to look at her with deep meaning. She smiled and said: "You are really old and your brain is not working very well. Dr. Zhu has been dead for two years, what are you doing?"
Have you forgotten?"
Rujing's expression suddenly changed, an awkward smile appeared on her face, but she didn't know how to explain it.
"But it's normal. You're used to seeing life and death, so maybe you're indifferent to these things." Zuo Shu was talking to herself, seemingly unaware of the panic on Rujing's face. She changed the subject and added:
"In the past two days, it seems that not only your brain has aged, but your face, which has been the same for decades, has suddenly become older."
Rujing clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, as if something was choking in her throat, preventing her from saying a word. She loosened her clothes and quietly touched her hand. The hand was rough and old.
She was covered with blue veins. Her eternal youth was once the only reason why Ghost Eyes treated her differently. But the torture she suffered during the four years of not seeing the light of day made her age at an unprecedented speed.
She also thought about telling others that the previous Liuexue was just a clone, and that she was the real thing, so that she would not have to bother hiding what was wrong with her. But she was also afraid that others would not believe her, and she was even more afraid of ghost eyes.
Because she had been imprisoned for four years, her loyalty was no longer trusted.
Zuo Shu opened a door at the end of the corridor and said to her: "Go in, your Mr. Ghost Eye is waiting for you inside."
Rujing walked into the room, and the door immediately closed behind her. She listened to Zuo Shu's footsteps gradually disappearing, and turned around to examine this unfamiliar room.
The whole room was like a gray-blue ice cellar, cold and desolate. It was quiet and there was no sound. This airtight environment made Ru Jing couldn't help but recall the miserable and helpless four years in the past, the scene of lingering in Lu Hongshu's house.
The scene reappeared before my eyes.
Her fragile nerves seemed to be overwhelmed again. She walked forward tremblingly and stopped in front of a blue curtain. Through the gap under the curtain, she could see an old iron bed.
"Is there anyone there?" Rujing asked cautiously, but did not hear any response. She gently opened the curtain and saw what seemed to be a person lying on the iron bed. The person was covered by a white cloth, and only two bloody hands were exposed.
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She felt that the person lying on the bed was inexplicably familiar. Her legs were trembling and her heart was beating like a drum. She stepped closer to the bed. She slowly stretched out her hand to lift the white cloth, but someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Xinyue, why are you still so curious?" Guimu said coldly behind her.
Rujing turned around, the uneasy expression on her face still not dissipated. The ghost eye standing in front of her still wore a mysterious mask. He was wearing clean and tidy clothes and was in high spirits. There was no trace of scars from his face to his fingertips.
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"Looking at you like this, do you think the dead person lying there is me?" Ghost Eyes' deep voice came from behind the mask. He let go of his mirror-like hand and sat leisurely on a chair nearby.
Rujing stared at him, who was completely unharmed, and asked in disbelief: "Did your injury heal so quickly? I clearly remember Pyrothorn..."
"Remember that he almost killed me? That useless boy still wanted to avenge his parents?" Guimu let out an eerie sneer. "Xinyue, I told you, I won't die.
, will never die. If anyone still wants my life, let them come."
His cold and sinister gaze made Ru Jing shudder. Guimu took a step forward and stroked her hair gently, but there was no emotion in his eyes. "Xin Yue, you look a little strange recently.
ah."
Rujing murmured: "I'm just a little uncomfortable, so I don't have much energy."
Guimu put his hands behind his back and said: "Then go back and have a good rest. What I need is a strong and courageous you. Don't let me down."
Rujing nodded gently, looking docile.
About five minutes after she left, there was a knock on the door in the cold and dark room. Guimu adjusted his mask and said in a deep voice: "Come in."
The person who came was Zuo Shu. She looked a little strange. She stood silently in front of the ghostly eyes and stopped talking.
"You don't understand what I'm doing, do you?" Guimu asked, with a hint of arrogance and pride in his tone.
"Yes, you clearly think she is a fake, why don't you expose her? Aren't you afraid that she will cause any trouble?" Zuo Shu recalled Rujing's various abnormal appearances, and she was already convinced that she was not the previous Liuexue at all.
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"You young people are just impatient. If you want to lure the enemy deeper, you have to take a long-term approach to catch the big fish. I just want the guys who are taking advantage of her to relax their vigilance. Only in this way can I have a chance to catch them all." Guimu sat upright on the chair.
, wiping a glass at hand back and forth. He raised his eyelids slightly and ordered: "Lobelia, I need your help with something."
Zuo Shu said without hesitation: "Whatever you need me to do, just ask and I will do my best."
"It's not a difficult task. I just need you to find Fang Xiaojing, that is Mrs. Zou. Now, it's time for Mrs. Zou, who is enjoying everything, to do her part for us." Guimu put the glass on the table and stood.
He stood up and looked at Zuo Shu, his eyes roaming on her face. "Actually, I think you have been a little strange recently. You have always been stubborn and surly, and you once wanted to get out of the control of ICV. Why do you take the initiative to express yourself to me now?
Loyal and active in serving me?"
"I just want to tell you that I can be loyal and listen to your orders. So, please let my sister go. She is just a weak housewife with no power to help you. No.
Can she be allowed to live her life freely and stop living in the shadow of ICV?"
Guimu lowered his head and remained silent, seeming to be deep in thought. After a moment, he sighed half-truth and half-falsely: "The love between sisters is so deep that it makes people cry. Don't worry, as long as you obediently serve me, I won't embarrass you."
Your sister will not embarrass your cute little nephew."
His thick iron mask reflected a cold light. Zuo Shu couldn't see any of his expressions, let alone what he was thinking. However, she could only use this method to try her best to protect her sister.
