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Chapter 47 The Pen of Merit...
Chapter 47 The Pen of Merit...
Although Chu Shuzhi didn't talk to Guo Great Wall very much, in the few contacts, he showed his hand just right, leaving an indelible impression on Guo Great Wall's "young" heart.
Guo Great Wall believes that although the leader is also powerful, he is usually more cordial. He is used to making jokes. His role is at most a father and brother.
But Chu Shuzhi is different, Brother Chu, he is definitely an "extraordinary person" who can only be seen from a distance.
Guo Changcheng, as taught in the "Code of Conduct for Newcomers to the Workplace" on the Internet, carried a small notebook with him and followed Chu Shuzhi in a daze. He didn't dare to say a word, and wanted to write down everything he saw.
As soon as the two entered the hospital, they saw a young policeman waiting at the door. Both parties showed their documents and walked to the ward together.
The person who received them, Xiao Wang, said as he walked: "Our leader is also inside. We just called Mr. Zhao to communicate. The incident was particularly bad. The family members called the police, saying that someone was maliciously selling poisonous food and was poisoned. The one lying there is lying in it, and up to now, the hospital has not found out that he has been poisoned."
Chu Shuzhi asked: "Food poisoning? What kind of food?"
"Fruit." Xiao Wang said, "It is said that the victim got off work the night before and hadn't had time to eat. According to the family, he ate an orange bought on the roadside. As soon as he finished eating, he stopped eating. Take it to the hospital - I've heard of people who have poisoned water, mixed food with additives, and this is the first time I've seen poison in fruit."
He said, as soon as he pushed the door of the ward, there was an earth-shattering scream inside, Guo Changcheng was startled, stood on tiptoe, and stuck his head out from behind Chu Shuzhi.
I saw a man lying on the sick bed, about 30 or 40 years old, struggling on the bed. Several doctors and nurses worked together to hold him, and there was a crying woman next to him, probably a family member.
The man on the sick bed tightly grasped a doctor's hand, almost pulled the doctor's hand off the skin, and wailed in an abnormally nervous voice: "My leg, my leg is broken...my leg! Ah! !what!"
He kept crying and howling, and the blue veins on his neck rose high.
"Help! Help me... my leg is broken... it hurts to death, help... it hurts!"
"Leg?" Chu Shuzhi turned his head and asked Xiao Wang, "Didn't you say he had food poisoning? What happened to the leg?"
"Okay," Xiao Wang said, "there's not even a bruise. After filming, I didn't find any problems - that's what makes people puzzling."
Chu Shuzhi walked over, patted a little nurse on the shoulder and asked her to come out, then raised his hand and rolled over the man's eyelids, stared at his pupils for a while, and then checked his ears After that, he finally said something in a low voice, stretched out his hand to make a grabbing motion, and then placed his clenched fist on the man's chest and abdomen, pressing it hard.
The man who was struggling suddenly calmed down.
Chu Shuzhi leaned over and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
The man took a deep breath, looked at him gratefully, and shook his head.
The doctors and nurses next to them all looked at them with the eyes of a cult organization.
So Chu Shuzhi let go of his hand without any sympathy, and, ignoring the screams that sounded again behind him, turned to Guo Great Wall and said, "After reading it, let's go, go back and write the report."
Guo Great Wall: "..."
That's it! So... what happened just now?
Shen Wei's elective class that day was in the evening. After watching the last batch of students leave, he packed up his belongings and returned to his place in the world. He couldn't help picking up his mobile phone and looked at it a few times along the way... It was as if he was very It's like caring about time.
His mobile phone has only three functions, making calls, sending text messages and checking the time. The game comes with the mobile phone, and he has never played it.
Shen Wei doesn't like this thing. He always thinks that it is more convenient to write letters. You can write a note if you are in a hurry. If you are not in a hurry, you can write it slowly. It is nothing to write for a long time. It is not like a phone call. As if someone was staring at him and talking, he felt very uncomfortable.
And opening the letter itself is a joy full of expectations, especially when the recipient is very special to him, only the handwriting of the other party can arouse the deepest thoughts, and those letters can be collected for a long time.
It's a pity that Zhao Yunlan never wrote letters. He even thought it was too troublesome to write the name and strokes when he signed and received the courier. For "Soul Slayer", it is to let the puppet deliver the message, and for "Shen Wei", it is an endless bombardment of text messages.
The cold printed handwriting on the text message on the mobile phone doesn't seem to be any different from the balance notified by the telecommunications company. Although Shen Wei is not willing to delete a single one, he always feels that he is not used to it... But there is no need to get used to it now, because after the snow mountain returns, Zhao Yun will Lan never harassed him again.
That's fine, Shen Wei thought, a mortal's life is only a few decades. For him, it's just a matter of moments, and later generations die like a lamp, and all kinds of things in this life are nothing to worry about. At that time, Zhao Yunlan will start again. forget him.
Shen Wei turned around and pushed open his bedroom door, which was always closed. The moment the door opened, the lights inside automatically turned on.
I saw that there was no room, no table, and no chairs in that room. There were several portraits on the wall. It had been a long time since they were framed. , The dynasties and dynasties are different, but people are always the same, even the most subtle expressions between the eyebrows are meticulous, and they have not changed from generation to generation.
Later, the old portraits that took up the space turned into large and small photos. When was a teenager, when grew up... some were laughing, some were frowning, some were talking and playing with others, and there was another one. The cat that jumped up jumped on his head, and he shrank his neck to hide and scold.
All of them were Zhao Yunlan, and he was the only one.
Shen Wei felt that some things, in the end, only he knew and remembered alone, and when the time was right, he would disappear alone, and it was best that no one noticed - because he was a person who shouldn't exist. people.
Before that, the only thing Shen Wei could indulge himself was to secretly look at him a few times without the person noticing.
He would sneak into Zhao Yunlan's house in the middle of the night, but the man was very vigilant, and he didn't dare to stay for long. Fortunately, Zhao Yunlan had a lot of dinners recently, and most of the time he was half drunk when he got home, so he dared to step forward a little. a little.
Come quietly and leave quietly.
Shen Wei glanced at the photos and portraits on the wall with nostalgia, turned and disappeared into a black mist.
He quickly swept across the Huáng Spring Road, but at the head of the bridge, there was a large judge with black and white impermanence, bull-headed horse-faced and other ghosts to greet him.
The judge is a middle-aged man with a pale face and a little fat. He is kind and kind, and he is not scary. When he sees Shen Wei, he is also respectful and smiling: "Sir, the Tenth Hall Yama has a request."
Beside the Naihe Bridge, which was deserted and mourning everywhere, Shen Wei's delicate brows looked a little cold. He almost nodded at the ghosts, without raising his eyelids, he just said politely, "It's work."
The judge observed his words and said cautiously: "The last time we sent the Book of Karma to the Master, it was indeed because we were ill-conceived that we almost leaked the traces of the adults. We are all really guilty."
Shen Wei glanced at him calmly, and almost looked down the cold sweat of the judge.
So the old man immediately betrayed and said: "But all the records related to Lord Kunlun have been cleaned up, and the little god guarantees that nothing has been leaked, and he can't find any clues, so that the Lord is now in the world, as long as the ghost-faced person Tighten your mouth, he will never know anything. Besides, a filthy person like Ghost Face might not dare to 'wake up' him."
Shen Wei smiled lightly, with an indescribable sneer, and didn't say anything - he really didn't have anything nice to say.
The judge gān laughed and raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat.
He himself felt that the matter of the underworld blatantly giving the book of cause and effect to Zhao Yunlan was really unskillful, but what could it be?
It wasn't him who had the final say.
There were ten great gods on top of him, and they even signaled him to secretly inquire about what the Soul Cutter was thinking, and whether there was any intention of being unsettled - although the Soul Cutter didn't say a word, he always looked kind, respectful and thrifty and waited for others. The appearance of calculation, but the heart is like a mirror.
No one is stupid, he has an old bone, and he doesn't want to try the Soul Chopping Saber at all.
Besides, if you really wake up the great god, people will sit on the same bench with them?
Wasn't he convicted and demoted back then because he was too deviant?