Hidden Assassin

The rouge on Lingjing's face was eaten by a large piece of rouge, and there was a blush on the mouth of the rustling. The two girls hurried to the bathroom. When they came out, Lingjing had washed off all the makeup and her hair was restored to freshness. Ponytail, wearing a princess costume, is amazingly beautiful. Not long after, Mother Ye, who works in this hospital, brought dinner, and the three of them ate in the ward. At this time, the nurse also brought dinner to Yuechi Kaoru. Although she has no relatives here, the hospital already knows that her family is a very powerful family in Japan, so naturally they dare not neglect her.

However, although it is said that special nurses have been arranged, there is a shortage of manpower in the hospital. Yuechi Kaoru is usually quiet, and he can do things like going to the toilet by himself. But she has always been called by the hospital to other places to help, and she will only come when she has a meal or if she needs anything, and the medical bell is pressed.

The food in the hospital pays attention to nutrition, but after all, it is unpalatable. Seeing Yuechi Xun eating in small bites, under the mobilization of Lingjing, the three of them evened out a portion of the meals made by Mama Ye and sent them to her——Lingjing Jing has heard about her experience, so she has some sympathy for this poor girl who was beaten together with Jia Ming.

This time, Yuechi Kaoru did not use "Arigado" but "thankyou" in English. Lingjing studied well, and after learning English for another year and a half, she immediately said "it doesn't matter" and "my name is Ye Lingjing". Trying to have a simple communication with her in English, the two said a few words during the meal, Yuechi Kaoru found out the names of the three people in English, and the word "Gu Jiaming" was repeated repeatedly. Read it several times.

After dinner, the two girls started writing their homework in the ward. Soon after, Jiaming asked about the situation of the reading competition, Lingjing's melodious yet soft voice rang out in the ward:

"... Now I am walking slowly in this garden with my car, and I often have a feeling that I have been out playing alone for too long. One day I sorted out my old photo albums, one for more than ten years The photo I took in this *** before - a young man sitting in a wheelchair, behind an old cypress tree, and in the distance is the ancient altar. I went to the garden to find that tree. I pressed I found it quickly by looking for the background in the photo, and I was sure it was it by looking for it according to the shape of its branches in the photo. But it was already dead, and a vine as thick as a bowl was wrapped around it. One day I met an old lady in this garden, and she said, "Oh, where are you still here? "She asked me: "Is your mother okay?" " "Who are you?" "You don't remember me, but I remember you." Once your mother came here to look for you, she asked me if you saw a child rocking a wheelchair? ..." I suddenly felt that I have been playing alone in this world for too long. One night, I was sitting alone reading a book under the street lamp by the altar, and suddenly there was a sound from the dark altar—bursts of suona Surrounded by towering ancient trees, the square altar covers an area of ​​hundreds of square meters and is open and open to the sky. I can't see the person playing the suona, but the sound of the suona is singing in the starry night sky, sometimes sad and sometimes cheerful, Sometimes lingering and sometimes desolate, maybe these few words are not enough to describe it, I can clearly hear it ringing in the past, ringing in the present, ringing in the future, whirling and drifting forever.

One day, I'll hear it calling me back. ..." ("I and the Earth Altar")

The girl's voice was sweet and affectionate, and she used it to read the text "I and the Temple of Earth". Although there is no doubt that she will win the award, Jiaming's ears are indeed a bit hypocritical, and of course he will not say these things.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, the two girls came home with Mother Ye who was off work. The nurse would come to check on them a few times, but most of the time, only the two children stayed quietly in the ward, and Jiaming would watch on the bed. After reading for a while, Yuechi Xun was lying on the hospital bed looking at the ceiling, and sometimes looked over. When Jiaming found out, she continued to move her gaze to the ceiling.

After ten o'clock, Jiaming got out of bed and turned off the lights. Anyway, Yuechi Kaoru was always in a daze, so he didn't think he would have any objections. However, not long after, he heard Yuechi Xun say: "Gu... Jiaming..."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

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

The next day was Saturday, and the two girls came over early in the morning and brought Jiaming warm porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. Naturally, Yuechixun also got a bowl. If you want to learn English well, you have to talk to people who can speak English. Although you only have a foundation of more than a year at this time, you are also talking to each other with great interest. Once you say that you can’t, she asks Yuechi Kaoru to write on the paper. Come out, then took an English dictionary and flipped it aside, and probably understood the meaning of this sentence. And if she didn't know what to say, she would find a bunch of words in the dictionary and piece them together. After the Japanese girl roughly guessed it, she would straighten out the grammar and write the correct sentence for her.

At this time, Yuechi Xun was probably bored, so she accompanied Lingjing to speak English and write sentences there. After half a morning, the two of them seemed to have become friends. Rusha went over occasionally to have a look, and the tadpole text on the paper made her dizzy Dazed, he retreated quickly, bragging and gossiping with Jiaming by the bed.

After ten o'clock, Mother Ye came over and told them that the police would come to take notes again in the afternoon, so that Jiaming could straighten out his thoughts. As a matter of fact, regarding the events of that day, Jia Ming had already told all the lies fabricated by Jia Ming on that day, 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. When Jia Ming saw it, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

Things are abnormal, because the people who come in now are really suspicious in Jia Ming's eyes.

The big cap is slightly pulled down, the woman who came in is too young, at most she looks like a high school student, although some women are born with a baby face, but Jia Ming can be sure from the temperament, this person should still be a student . The pistol fits a little bluntly, and...the clothes don't fit, which doesn't make sense...

If things go awry, he becomes a demon. Jia Ming often does things like pretending to be tender, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. At this moment, the first thought that flashes through his mind is that someone is going to test him, or send a girl killer to kill him. From the corner of his eyes, he looked at a fork on the small cabinet next to him, and then at Kaoru Yuechi on the other bed, but saw that the other party's eyes were also a little puzzled, but not as deep as his own.

"Cough, you are Gu Jiaming." The female policeman deliberately put on an old-fashioned tone, first put the things on the small cabinet together with the fork into the drawer, and then put a notebook on it. Ming was even more firm in his judgment.

"My name is Mu Zhenzhen, and I'm here to take notes for you." The policewoman took out the badge symbolically and shook it. Naturally, no one could see the photo and name on it clearly.

Looking at Lingjing and Shasha who were still in the ward at this time, Jia Ming's thoughts changed sharply, and he managed to hide his skills from Shasha with great difficulty. If he really needed to do something, wouldn't all his hidden things be exposed.

Or, leave everything to this Japanese girl?

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