Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 487: Number 9?
Chapter 487 No. 9?
Slapping off the dust on my body, I staggered away from the unlit road. There was still a mess left by the fierce battle last night at the entrance of the alley, but the corpses and bloodstains were gone.
"Sanyin Sect, you can't run away." After feeling on my body for a long time, I couldn't find any smoke. I coughed a few times, came to the road, stopped a taxi and rushed to the first people Hospital.
I hung up the emergency number and was sent to the emergency room. The wounds were already stuck to the clothes, and some were already infected. That scene scared the doctors a lot.
Before treating the wound, the doctor also asked me to contact my family members, and I had to obtain the consent of the family members before performing a surgical operation to cut off some suppurative areas.
I had no choice but to think for a while, and finally I had to ask the doctor to borrow a phone number and call Tie Ningxiang.
"Sister, I'm in the hospital, can you sign for me?"
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Half an hour later, Tie Ningxiang, who had just sent Yiyi to school, ran to the hospital again. Seeing her serious expression, I didn't dare to look at her, feeling a little guilty.
"After taking care of the younger ones, you also need to take care of the older ones. Can you save me some time?" Tie Ningxiang finished signing and carefully examined the wounds on my body. It looked like going to a murder scene for an autopsy. "What's going on? What? You just came out of the hospital yesterday, and you are so seriously injured today? What do you do every day?!"
I opened my mouth and didn't know what to say, so I told Tie Ningxiang straight to the point, I want to go against the sky, and if I succeed, I will probably die of laughter from the doctors and nurses next to me.
"Forget it, you can quickly arrange a ward for him."
"His situation is very complicated. If he doesn't handle it well, his life will be in danger. I suggest hospitalization. In addition, there is a shortage of wards recently. I'm afraid he will share a room with other patients, but it's only temporary." The doctor looked through the hospitalization Said after recording.
"Let's do it first, I'll trouble you doctor." After Tie Ningxiang finished speaking to the doctor, she turned her head and gave me a blank look: "Can it be done, do you need me to ask for leave?"
"No, you are busy with your work. I just need the signature of the family members. I have no choice but to call you here." I sneaked a glance at Tie Ningxiang, and found that when the word "family members" was mentioned, her eyes widened a little. , the tense corners of his mouth eased a lot.
"Who is your family member? I'm just fulfilling the responsibility of the people's police." Tie Ningxiang put on the police cap and said, "You take good care of your illness and don't run around anymore. I'll come to deliver your meal at noon. I understand. No?"
"Okay, thank you senior." I sat down on the chair obediently and squeezed out a smiling face.
"Forget it, smiling is uglier than crying." After Tie Ningxiang left, I was pushed into the operating room by the doctor.
After ten o'clock in the morning, all the wounds were treated. I was accompanied by a nurse to the intensive care unit. The moment I entered the door, something embarrassing happened.
A young man covered in bandages was lying on the No. 1 bed. This man was a little dazed when he saw me coming in.
"Mr. Lu, what a coincidence, we meet again..." Feng Minglong recovered well, and his complexion looked good.
"Yeah, what a coincidence." I grinned and didn't say much.
On the other hand, the nurse on the other side was a little surprised: "You two still know each other? We didn't say it earlier, we were afraid that you would not be happy to live together."
"Your eyes see that I am happy?" I really wanted to refute, but I didn't say it in the end, lying on the second bed sideways.
"Why wouldn't you be happy? Mr. Lu and I are good friends who share weal and woe. If you want to tell our story, it's really thrilling and fantastic..." Feng Minglong was obviously choked up here, talking non-stop.
"Wait, why do you call him Mr. Talu? This gentleman's surname is Gao, and his name is Gao Jian." The nurse interrupted aloud, then covered her mouth and snickered twice, and left the ward. Running the train, the patient seemed to have some mental problems.
"Gao Jian?" Feng Minglong turned his head and looked at me: "Isn't your surname Lu? Didn't you say your name was Lu Xing at the subway station? Do you have a daughter named Lu Feng?"
"Stay there." I looked at Feng Minglong impatiently: "Don't take me with you if you're crazy, you were talking nonsense just now."
"Mr. Lu, do you have amnesia? I'm Feng Minglong! Have you forgotten the train after twelve o'clock? Don't you remember the coffin we carried together? That's called Lu Shan My strange woman, that blood fox, and by the way, Mr. Wang Shiwang!" Feng Minglong really thought that I had lost my memory, and it was no wonder that such an experience was simply unacceptable to ordinary people.
"Calm down." I signaled Feng Minglong not to get excited, and prepared to straighten out his logic: "Do you still remember how you died?"
After asking this question, Feng Minglong was dumbfounded: "Aren't I living well?"
"I mean, do you still remember what happened before we boarded the last train at 12:00 am, let's go through it from beginning to end." I said helplessly.
"Oh, remember, the tramp and I were the last to leave the subway. We were both scratched by the blood fox and were dying. Then I saw you and another person coming out of the bathroom. You know everything after that Now, the train is coming, I want to remind you that the blood fox is dangerous, so I sneaked up to you."
After Feng Minglong finished speaking, I suddenly felt something was wrong. I used my discerning eye to observe his expression, and he didn't seem to be lying.
"Is there a problem?" Feng Minglong looked at me stupidly, and then he repeated it again.
"Wait!" I suddenly sat up from the hospital bed: "You said you have been with homeless people? You saw me coming out of the bathroom with another person?"
"Yeah, what's the matter?" Feng Minglong looked at me in confusion, not knowing what he said wrong.
"You never went to the toilet in the subway station?" My chest rose and fell violently, and fear seemed to explode in my heart one by one.
Before the live broadcast started, I hid in the bathroom of the subway station. Just as I was about to start the broadcast, I found that in the dark, there was a person in the adjacent cubicle, who had been watching me.
I can't forget that scene until now, the sudden fear is indescribable!
"I went to the bathroom before the subway station closed, but after I knocked on the door, no one responded, so I left." Feng Minglong said seriously.
"Isn't that you you?" I carefully recalled the scene at that time, I did hear footsteps, first came in, then went out, and then I didn't hear any sound again: "If this person with footsteps is You, so who is hiding in the next compartment and peeping at me? Why does he have the same face as yours?"
"Who is it?"
Feng Minglong was flustered by what I said, his expressions were all normal reactions, he didn't look like he was lying.
I pondered for a moment and continued to ask: "You said you saw me coming out of the bathroom with another person, do you still remember that person's appearance?"
"I can't see the face clearly, but he is also wearing the clothes of the subway station staff."
"Did you notice anything special?" I sat by the bed, staring at Feng Minglong like a falcon.
"There are no details." He racked his brains to recall: "I was also curious about why there was an extra employee in the subway station, so I subconsciously looked at the work ID on his chest."
"Did you find out? Is he one of yours?" My voice was hurried, and the uneasiness in my heart gradually increased.
"Probably not, I didn't read the content on the work card clearly, I only saw a number 9 written on it with a carbon pen." Feng Minglong thought for a long time before saying.
"9?" I touched my chin and thought carefully: "What does this number mean? I was in room 444 of the underworld show, and I saw a 9 on the advertising card on the interviewer's desk. Is it a coincidence, or is there some connection between the two?"
I survived and successfully tampered with my life. The show also expressed surprise. The interviewer said more than once that I exceeded their expectations.
In this way, this number 9 may be related to another anchor. The live broadcast will not stop because of the death of a certain person, so there will be new people to add.
"Number 9 may be the anchor who will replace me. It's not right to think like this." I scratched my head. The last live broadcast had ended, but this sudden extra person gave me chills. They all feel that there is a problem.
"Who will number 9 be? Is it possible for me to meet him?"