Could I be dead...but the tattoos stay?

Stop, stop, no, this is too perverted. I shook my head, tossing the unfinished thought out of my mind.

Even if I want to Ran Qingzhuang, I can't, what am I thinking.

Yan Shuang left before dinner, and I took her to the door with Ran Qingzhuang.

"By the way, the chief prosecutor will come over in a few days. I'll give you his contact information later. Remember to answer his phone." She told Ran Qingzhuang.

"What's it called?" Ran Qingzhuang asked.

She opened the door to get in the car, thought about it, and said, "Fu Ci. You can find him online."

Hearing this name, I couldn't help but let out an "ah", and Ran Qingzhuang looked at me: "Do you know me?"

I quickly waved my hand: "No, it doesn't count as acquaintance, I just met him twice in the hospital."

This is too coincidental.

In the evening, I secretly searched the Internet, and I really found relevant information about Fu Ci.

Evil nemesis, tragic prosecutor, disabled and determined, reborn from ashes... are all labels on the Internet.

Fu Ci suffered from heart disease since childhood and was weak, but with amazing perseverance, he still completed his studies and became an excellent prosecutor. He was never soft on criminals and always helped those in need. In the first twenty-seven years of his life, although there were ups and downs, his career was smooth, his love was happy, and he was living an admirable life.

But at the age of twenty-seven, everything was galloping in the worst direction. Because he refused the prisoner's bribe, he was manipulated in the car. The fiancée had an accident with his car and was rescued, but he never woke up again.

Ten years later, her fiancée died of multiple organ failure. Based on the organ donation agreement she signed when she was conscious, the doctor gave her heart to Fu Ci.

After ten years of ashes, he was reborn once. Fu Ci spent the whole year of last year recuperating in the hospital. When his body was almost recovered, when he returned, the superiors handed over Jin Feisheng's case to him, which showed the expectations for him.

No matter Ran Qingzhuang or Fu Ci, each one is really tough. It seems... no matter how much they lose, it will not shake their determination to fight for justice.

After reading the relevant reports of Fu Ci, I felt uneasy and couldn't sleep, so I wanted to go downstairs and pour some water.

As soon as got downstairs, didn't expect that Ran Qingzhuang didn't sleep, and was doing push-ups in the middle of the living room, topless. don't know how long have been doing it, but the fine sweat on his back is densely covered on his wheat-colored skin, and then condensed into larger drops of sweat along the ups and downs of the muscles and fell to the ground.

Throat feels drier.

I licked my lips and turned to the kitchen. He took out the cold water that had been iced beforehand from the refrigerator, gulped it down his stomach, and drank a whole cup, just like suppressing the evil fire in his heart.

There was a sound by the door, I held the cup and looked over, Ran Qingzhuang came in after doing push-ups.

He came over to me, steaming hot with sweat from the roots of his temples, and stretched out his hand to me. I stood there stiffly, not moving, until the hand passed me and reached the glass jug on the cooking table.

"Are you still drinking?" he asked me.

As I got closer, I could even see the slender veins on his neck that disappeared and reappeared with the ups and downs of his breathing. If I got closer, I should be able to smell the faint smell of sweat on his body.

"Don't drink anymore."

As soon as I finished speaking, the cup was taken away by him. Without hesitation, with my cup, he drank two glasses of ice water in a row and drank all the water in the pot.

"I'm going to the hospital tomorrow." After drinking, he wiped the waterway on his chin with the back of his hand.

I glanced at his neck with a little black trace of the tattoo left, and said, "Going to wash the tattoo?"

The digital tattoo is the symbol of the United Group. He has stopped being an undercover agent. It is useless to keep it, and it is bad to look at it. Besides, this tattoo is also very detrimental to his secret whereabouts. It should be removed earlier.

"0417, do these four numbers have any special meaning?" I was a little curious.

Ran Qingzhuang walked to the pool, turned on the faucet, flushed the cup, and said, "It's the date I joined them. Every day I look in the mirror, this number reminds me that I don't belong to them, and I have something to do."

From that day on, he became the lackey of the Jin family and wore a collar belonging to the Jin family.And this date is when he electrifies his collar.Look every day, wake up every day, make sure you stay awake forever and never forget who he was and why he came to Lion Island before that day.

"I'll go to Lin Sheng." Ran Qingzhuang turned off the water and gently put the glass aside, "I'll invite him to dinner, chat with him, and continue with him..."

The kitchen didn't turn on the lights, only relying on a little light in the living room to illuminate it, making it dim and difficult to see.

"what do you think?"

My eyes flashed, and I took a step back and leaned against the cooking table. When the disease happened, I couldn't see anything all of a sudden.

"That's good..." I was immersed in the darkness, my ears buzzing, and the voice seemed to be far away.

It seemed that he finally understood, who was mosquito blood and who was cinnabar mole. I am the only one left on this bridge.

It's good, very good. He "recovered" and I'm happy for him.

"Do you really think so?"

Fingers clenched tightly on the table behind me, I raised the corners of my lips and nodded vigorously: "Yeah."

There was no longer any sound from the other party in the darkness. After a while, the sound of Shen Erji's footsteps gradually faded away and he left the kitchen. Soon, there was a loud sound of closing the door in the direction of the bathroom.

I stood silently for a moment, still unable to see, so I fumbled out of the kitchen. I was not used to the dark and walked very hard, accidentally tripping over the threshold stone that was a little higher when I got to the door.

It hurts.

I sat on the ground, clutching my knocked palm, wondering if it was a broken bone, and the pain was so painful that I almost shed tears.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for me to see a sense of light in front of my eyes, and soon I regained my sight.

When looked at the palm again, it was only a little bit of skin bruised, and not even a drop of blood flowed.