Hidden Assassin: Section 39 Rest (Part 2)

The rouge on Lingjing's face was eaten by rustle, and the mouth of rustle was also crimson. The two girls hurriedly ran to the bathroom. When they came out, Lingjing had washed off all her makeup and her hair was restored. In a fresh ponytail, wearing a princess dress, amazingly beautiful. Not long after, Mother Ye, who was working in this hospital, brought dinner and the three of them ate in the ward. At this time, the nurse also brought dinner to Kaoru Tsukichi. Although she is currently unaccompanied here, the hospital already knows that her family is a very powerful family in Japan, so naturally she dare not neglect it.

　　 However, although it is said that a special nurse is arranged, the hospital is short of staff. Tsukichi Kaoru is always quiet, and he can do things like going to the toilet by himself, although expensive nursing care is already on the bill. Fei, the nurse has always been called by the hospital to another place to help. Only when she has dinner or if she has any needs, she will come over when she presses the medical bell.

　　 The food in the hospital pays attention to nutrition, but it is unpalatable after all. Watching Kaoru Tsukichi sips for a meal, the three of them evened out a portion of Mama Ye’s meal and sent it to her. —— Lingjing had heard of her experience, so she felt a bit of sympathy for this girl who looked pitiful and was beaten together with Jiaming.

　　 This time Kaoru Tsukichi’s thank you is not "Ari Gado", but "thankyou" in English. Lingjing learns well. After learning English for another year and a half, it’s okay now, "My name is Ye Ling Quietly, they tried to have a simple communication with her in English. The two said a few words during the meal. Kaoru Tsukiji inquired out the names of the three in English. The three words "Gu Jiaming" were even more contradictory. Repeatedly read it several times.

　　 After dinner, the two girls started to write their homework in the ward. Soon after, Jia Ming asked about the reading competition, and the quiet and soft voice rang in the ward:

　　"...Now I am walking slowly in this garden with my car, and I often feel that I have been playing out by myself for too long. Yes-day I sorted out my old photo album, one A picture I took in this circle more than ten years ago—a young man sitting in a wheelchair with an old cypress tree behind, and the ancient altar in the distance. I went to the garden to look for that tree. I I found it quickly by looking for the background on the photo, looking for the shape of its branches on the photo, it must be it. But it is dead, and there is a thick bowl of vine root wrapped around it. One day I ran into an old lady in this garden, and she said, "Yo, where are you still here? She asked me: "How is your mother?" "Who are you?" "You don't remember me, I remember you." Once your mother came here to look for you, and she asked me if you saw a child in a wheelchair? ..." I suddenly felt that I had been playing in this world alone for too long. One night, I was sitting alone under the street lamp by the altar reading a book, and suddenly bursts of suona came from the dark altar. The sound; surrounded by towering old trees, the square altar occupies hundreds of square meters and is open and open to the sky, I can’t see the person who blows the suona, but the sound of the suona sings in the night sky with few stars, sometimes sad and sometimes happy The time and the face are wrapped around mian and sometimes desolate. Perhaps these few words are not enough to describe it. I soberly heard that it resounds in the past, in the present, in the future, and the circling is everlasting.

　　 One day, I will hear calling me to go back. ……" ("I and the Temple of Earth")

　　 The girl’s voice is sweet and affectionate. It is used to read the text "I and the Temple of Earth". Although it will undoubtedly be awarded, it is a bit hypocritical in the ears of the family. Of course, he will not say this.

　　 Around nine o’clock in the evening, the two girls went home with their mother Ye after get off work, and the nurse would come to see it a few times, but more time, only two children stayed quietly in the ward, Jia Ming would After reading a book on the bed for a while, Kaoru Tsukichi lay on the hospital bed and looked at the ceiling, sometimes looking at her. When Jiaming found out, she continued to move her gaze to the ceiling.

　　 Around ten o'clock, Jia Ming got out of bed and turned off the lights. Tsukichi Kaoru has always been in a daze anyway, and he doesn't have any opinions about it. However, after a while, he heard Kaoru Yuechi say: "Gu... Jia Ming..."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 "Thank you."

　　 "Keep it secret for me, and I will thank you too." Jia Ming said in Japanese.

　　 The next day was Saturday. The two girls came over early in the morning and brought Jia Ming a warm preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Naturally, Yuechi Kaoru got a bowl, and Lingjing inevitably confronted her with some English. She has always known that if she wants to learn English well, she has to talk to someone who can speak English. Even though she only has more than a year of foundation, she also talks with each other enthusiastically. Once she says that she can’t, she asks Kaoru Tsukichi in Wrote it out on paper, and then took an English dictionary and turned it over to the side, probably to understand the meaning of this sentence. And if she herself could not say something, she would find a bunch of words in the dictionary to piece it together. After guessing it, the Japanese girl straightened out her grammar and wrote the correct sentence for her.

　　 At this time, Kaoru Tsukichi should also be boring, so he accompanied Lingjing to speak English and write sentences. After half a morning, the two had become friends, and Sha Sha occasionally went over to see the tadpole text on the paper. Makes her dizzy, quickly retreats, and accompanies Jia Ming by the bed to brag about gossip.

　　 After ten o'clock, Mother Ye came over and told them that the police would come over again in the afternoon to take notes and let Jia Ming straighten out her thoughts. In fact, all the lies that Jia Ming had fabricated about that day had already been told, and the police generally believed that the visit this time was just a routine official business. After two o'clock in the afternoon, a policewoman opened the door and came in ~ IndoMTL.com ~ Jia Ming suddenly sharpened her eyes when she saw it.

　　 Things are very abnormal, because the people who come in now are very suspicious in the eyes of the family.

　　 The big cap was slightly pulled down. The woman who came in was too young, at most she looked like a high school student. Although some women are born with a baby face, Jia Ming can be sure from the temperament that this person should Still a student. The pistol is a bit stiff, and...the clothes are a little out of shape, which is unreasonable...

　　 If something is abnormal, it is a demon. Jia Ming often does things like pretending to be tender, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. At this time, the first thought that flashed in his mind was that someone would come to test him, or send a girl killer. After killing him, he looked at a fork on the small cabinet next to him from the corner of his eyes, and then at Kaoru Tsukichi on the other bed, only to see that the other person's eyes were somewhat confused, but not as deep as his own.

　　 "Oh, you are Gu Jiaming." The policewoman deliberately made a sophisticated tone. First, she put the contents of the cabinet and the fork into the drawer, and then put a transcript on it. At this time, Jia Ming has confirmed his judgment even more.

　　 "My name is Mu Zhenzhen, and I am here to make a transcript for you." The policewoman symbolically took out the police badge and shook it. Naturally, no one could see the photo and name on it.

　　 looked at the tranquility and rustle still in the ward at this time, Jia Ming's heart turned sharp, and finally managed to hide his skill from rustle, if he really needs to do it, wouldn’t he hide everything Exposed.

　　 Still say, leave everything to this Japanese girl?

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