Seven Evil Slips Chapter 107:

Huo Zihong was at a loss for what to do when he was flustered at first, but because of Luo Ren's calmness, he finally calmed down gradually.

Everyone is like this, "first encounter" and "long experience" are two different concepts after all.

Luo Ren asked about the area code, it should be in a different place, he is calmer than himself, he has roughly figured out the direction of the matter in a few sentences, Huo Zihong wants him to come forward, it is more suitable for him to come forward.

She thinks about her words.

"Luo Ren, although you and Kiyo... have passed..."

"But you are still friends after all, if there is anything for Kiyo, please..."

Luo Ren interrupted her: "You don't need to remind me, I know what to do."

He helped Huo Zihong to stand up: "I'll go over and have a look first, and I'll contact you when I have something to do. You don't have to be too nervous, you know Kiyo's character, she might know the news all of a sudden, after she calms down, It'll be fine."

Huo Zihong stood blankly for a while, and gradually regained some consciousness.

In the past, I seem to have seen a promotional video on AIDS prevention. How do you say it?

There is an incubation period, the average seems to be ten years, but Kiyo is almost 24 years old.

Also, AIDS seems to destroy the body's immune system, and the patient's resistance will be very weak, but Kiyo has always been in good health, and because of his martial arts practice, he seldom gets sick.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that in the past few minutes, she seemed to be suddenly lifted upside down, with her head upside down, and her thoughts were chaotic, but now, she is right again.

She smiled awkwardly at Luo Ren: "It's easy for people to scare themselves."

Luo Ren hummed, and glanced at the wrought iron wall clock behind the bar: "It's almost time, I'll take Pin Ting back first."

He turned and left, and only took two steps when Huo Zihong called him from behind.

Luo Ren turned his head.

Huo Zihong said: "Luo Ren, aren't you panicking?"

Huo Zihong collected all kinds of impressions of Luo Ren since he met Luo Ren in his mind. He has been angry and spoken fiercely, but to be honest, with so many things happening, he has never seen Luo Ren panic. .

Aren't you panicking?

Luo Ren replied: "Is panic useful?"

***

Kiyo hangs up the phone in a daze, and walks in one direction, not knowing where he is going.

She seems to be following people, picking one at random, following one, and picking up another one if she loses it, following them mechanically, at least moving.

AIDS, she has heard the word many times, but she doesn't pay attention to it. She only knows that it is a terminal disease of the century, and it seems to be transmitted through sperm, blood and mother to child.

It’s hard to start over from the beginning. It’s so hard to muster up the courage to ignite hope, but it’s easy to extinguish it.

The tears flowed down slowly, and she wiped them against the wind, thinking: Don't get sick, okay?

I also feel that this kind of thing cannot be controlled, and the hatred can still be resolved, but this kind of cold and ruthless thing that invades the body cannot be beaten no matter how hard it is.

She breathed heavily, reminding herself to calm down.

It's just an old woman's words, everything is still inconclusive, maybe I should go to the hospital to check first, maybe I am not infected?

If it is really contagious...

Strange, this time, the mood fell back instead.

If it is really contagious, this life may come to an end soon. It seems that it is not so terrible. Wenwen went there eight years ago, and she has gained many years.

She put her hands in her pockets slowly, thinking of the cemetery she had seen before, the tombstones with the same shape, with names and birth and death years on them.

What if you want to write a biography?

Abandoned by his mother when he was young, he made mistakes when he was a teenager, his close friend died, and his mental state was out of balance. After practicing martial arts for eight years, I once loved someone.

The wind blew over, raising her hair and covering her eyes.

Damn really lived a very meager life, no achievements, no contributions, what are you doing in this world.

She viciously kicked the dirt around her feet away.

Tu Kela disintegrated in mid-air, and the dust flew around. The person walking in front looked back at her and walked faster.

Why? Afraid of her robbery?

Kiyo looked back and saw that the bright lights had been left behind. He didn't know who was following him, but he actually came to the suburbs.

It was dark in the distance, with scattered small houses, and the field ridge was on the right. The wind was blowing the rice grains at night, and the grains were heaving up and down, making a rustling sound.

It really has the atmosphere of a horror and crime movie.

Kiyo stopped and brushed his wind-blown hair behind his ears. The man in front walked faster and faster, and after a while, he suddenly turned and went down the field ridge, rushing through the rice bushes.

What is this for? Dating?

Kiyo looked in that direction, and there was something standing abruptly, like a horse flying in the air.

In the rice fields, are there horses vacating? Kiyo felt that she might have misread it, she thought about it, went down from the field here, and headed in that direction.

When I got closer, I found out that it really is.

Below is a large round concrete platform, and on top is a horse-shaped sculpture. The shape of the head is a bit strange. The person just now was lighting a flashlight, kneeling under the concrete platform, trembling and writing something, when he heard the sound , screamed, and the flashlight hurriedly called: "Who? Who!"

The light dazzled his eyes, and Kiyo stretched out his hand to cover it.

I heard the man say "Hey" and said, "Aren't you that... the waiter?"

Kiyo lowered his hands and approached him.

Remember, it was the fat boy yesterday, the one who was slapped on the head by the flat-headed man and scolded "is he a man?"

He took a long breath: "Ah, why are you following me, you scared me."

Although he said that, his tone was obviously comfortable, and he was ignorant, adding a familiar face, like having an extra comrade.

He knelt down again, shook the correction fluid in his hand, and wrote something on the stone platform again.

Kiyo leaned over to look, only to find that the stone platform was painted with layers of cloth, with countless graffiti and books, and the fat boy was writing in a small space that was barely open.

—Come here, Zhang Tong.

It turns out that his name is Zhang Tong.

After all, it is time to prove that I am brave and a man.

Kiyo said: "You can write it some time during the day."

Zhang Tong snorted: "Do you think they are all stupid? At the bridge, they watched me go. When I go back later, someone will come to check."

Kiyo sighed, she felt that, like Zheng Li, there was probably a generation gap between her and them, and she couldn't understand this.

After finishing writing, Zhang Tong tilted his face and put his ear on the stone platform to listen.

He was very lucky to have Kiyo here, if he was really alone, he might be so scared.

Kiyo is strange: "What are you listening to?"

Zhang Tong let out a "hush" and said, "Heartbeat."

Can you hear your heartbeat on the concrete platform?

Kiyo couldn't help but laugh, she saw that Zhang Tong was actually scared before, and she wanted to go back anyway, so she might as well take him with her.

She imitated everything and turned her ears to listen. The pinnae of her ears were pressed against the concrete surface, which felt cool.

How can there be a heartbeat?

Suddenly, there was a strange wind that rushed straight to the back of the neck.

Kiyo felt inexplicable, and actually couldn't explain it clearly, but he subconsciously felt that the wind was not blowing like this.

Almost subconsciously, but also like a body alert reaction, when she turned around, she blocked it fiercely with her arm.

Then stand up.

Not far away are the rice grains, floating up and down in black, with mice jumping out from the roots of the grains, chirping and chirping.

Kiyo felt that he seemed to have encountered something, but as soon as he touched it, it disappeared into nothingness.

Are you overwhelmed? Overthinking?

Behind him, Zhang Tong shuddered Lingling. After a while, he stood up holding the correction fluid and said, "This is old and evil."

Kiyo said: "Are you afraid?"

Even though Kiyo is a few years older than him, Zhang Tong still couldn't help saving face in front of the opposite sex: "Who is afraid?"

Kiyo said: "Let the air flow."

She took Zhang Tong through the rice fields and returned to the main road. Zhang Tong was in such a good mood after completing the mission that he even blew his whistle and told her, "It turns out that it's very simple to do." , I was so worried a few days ago that I couldn't sleep."

"I am detached, enlightened, and improved."

Kiyo glanced at him: What does this kind of brat know, he worries about little things, and when he encounters big and worrying things in the future, he thinks these things are not even farts.

Of course, this feeling is not hers, the ancients marked it long ago.

That's called, now I know all the sorrow, but I say it's a cool autumn.

Kiyo followed Zhang Tong back to the bridge near the city, where the urban-rural divide naturally became, with bright lights at one end and dark rumbling at the other end.

The night stalls by the bridge were very popular. A group of people sat on small benches and ate barbecue.

When a group of people saw Zhang Tong, Wu Lala booed, Mudai walked by, and faintly heard Zhang Tong bragging behind: "I said I will go, there is a beautiful woman who is afraid of walking at night, and I will take her with you." She came back together, well, the one that just passed by..."

Ping Tou said: "Isn't it the one following behind?"

Zhang Tong's hair stood on end for a moment: "What?"

He turned his head to look at the way he came from, and the people around him laughed again. A man in plaid punched the crew-haired man and said, "Brother Chao, don't scare him, look at how cowardly he is..."

The flat-headed man was a little confused and said, "I really see..."

There was another burst of laughter, and his voice was drowned out.

***

Back to the restaurant, the supper stall was almost over, Zheng Shuiyu looked a little unhappy, but didn't say anything to her.

Before going to bed, Zheng Li came up to him affectionately and said, "Sister Mumu, where have you been?"

Kiyo flinched subconsciously, reaching out to block her away.

Zheng Li was stunned for a moment.

Kiyo was also a little embarrassed, he paused and said, "Stay away from me, I have caught a cold these two days."

Zheng Li paused, then retreated to her bed, and said when she lay down, "Auntie should have cold medicine, I'll get you two packs tomorrow."

Kiyo said: "I'll go to the hospital to see myself."

Full of thoughts, it was supposed to be a rhythm of tossing and turning, but strangely, it felt dark, and when I opened my eyes in the morning, it was already past ten o'clock.

After she washed up, she heard Zheng Li shouting from below: "My sister Mumu has a cold."

Maybe it's because the lunch stalls haven't opened yet, and the restaurant looks quiet, Zheng Shuiyu and He Qiang are outside the door, chatting with their neighbors.

Zheng Li was wiping the table, moving slowly, looking up at the door all the time.

Subtle feeling, I always feel that there seems to be something different.

Seeing Kiyo coming down, she hurried over to meet her, and when she got closer, she remembered Kiyo's instructions, fearing that she would be unhappy, she hurriedly moved back.

Said: "Sister Mumu, something happened in the county."

She lowered her voice: "It seems to have killed someone."

Nantian County is located at the junction of Chongqing, Hunan, and Guizhou, but the law and order has always been very good. It is not that there have been no murders, but the kind of self-inflicted drowning after drinking or being hit by a car accident is not vicious after all.

There have been no homicide cases for several years.

Did it happen last night?

Zheng Li said: "The news spread in the morning. In a small place like ours, we can chew for several months. I heard that a student, a third year in high school, fell from the bridge and died."

"Because you can't swim?"

"It didn't fall into the water, it fell on the bridge embankment, and it was still a few meters away from the water." Zheng Li also heard it all, but she was inexplicably excited, as if something happened on a normal day, and she could provide Talking, "It's also bad luck, maybe you won't die if you fall into the water."

Kiyo said: "Why is it said that it was killed by someone, or it may have fallen by itself."

Zheng Li said: "Because someone saw it!"

So that's the case, there's nothing to say.

Zheng Li pointed to the people outside who gathered together to discuss: "It is said that a woman pushed it, and someone saw it."

Kiyo smiled, twisted a rag, and wiped it from the table at the other end.

When she was wandering around the county two days ago, she saw the county hospital, but should she go to a bigger place for such a physical examination, which is safer?

There was the sound of brakes outside, and the crowd who had gathered together to discuss the topic dispersed, Zheng Li was a little nervous: "Sister Mumu?"

Kiyo looked up, unexpectedly, it was a police car.

Two policemen came down, one in uniform and the other without, followed by a man with a drooping head and a crew cut.

Kiyo saw that the policeman in uniform was talking to Zheng Shuiyu. After Zheng Shuiyu said a few words, he turned around in confusion and pointed in this direction.

Then, almost everyone outside looked here.

Complicated eyes.

Kiyo's scalp is slightly irritated, which is not a good feeling.

The two policemen led the flat-headed man here.

Zheng Li stuttered a little nervously: "Mu... Miss Mu?"

Kiyo didn't speak, she stood by the table, she wiped the table more and more slowly, and felt that it was much harder to breathe.

There was a creak, the hinge of the glass door rang, several people opened the door and came in, and the air inside and outside the store began to circulate.

The uniformed policeman said: "Ma Chao, come and recognize me."

The short-haired man shrank and took two steps forward, his gaze passed Zheng Li's face, and stayed on Kiyo's face for two seconds, as if startled, he lowered his head suddenly.

The first two times I saw him, he showed off like a big brother with a younger brother, but now, following two policemen, he turned out to be just a young man who couldn't even support himself on his shoulders.

Kiyo heard him muttering, "It's her."

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