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I dusted myself off and staggered away from the lightless road. The entrance to the alley still contained the mess left by last night's fierce battle, but the corpses and bloodstains were gone.

"Sanyin Sect, you can't run away." After touching my body for a long time but still unable to find any cigarette, I coughed a few times, walked to the highway, stopped a taxi and rushed to the nearby First People's Hospital.

I called the emergency call and was sent to the emergency room. The wounds were already stuck to the clothes, and some were infected. The scene scared the doctors.

Before treating the wound, the doctor also asked me to contact my family members. I must obtain their consent before performing surgery to remove some pus-filled areas.

I had no choice but to think about it, and finally I had to ask the doctor to borrow a phone and call Tie Ningxiang.

"Senior, I'm in the hospital, can you sign for me?"

"..."

Half an hour later, Tie Ningxiang, who had just sent Yiyi to school, ran to the hospital again. Looking at her serious expression, I didn't dare to look at her, feeling a little guilty.

"After taking care of the little one, I still have to take care of the older one. Can you please let me worry less?" Tie Ningxiang finished signing and carefully inspected the scars on my body. It looked like an autopsy at a murder scene. "What happened? You He just came out of the hospital yesterday and is so seriously injured today? What on earth are you doing every day?!"

I opened my mouth and didn't know what to say, so I told Tie Ningxiang directly that if I wanted to defy the odds and succeed, the doctors and nurses next to me would probably laugh to death.

"Forget it, hurry up and arrange a ward for him."

"His condition is very complicated and could be life-threatening if not handled properly. I recommend hospitalization. In addition, there is a shortage of wards recently. I'm afraid he will have to share a room with other patients, but it will only be temporary." The doctor said after looking through the hospitalization records. .

"Then let's do this for now, please, doctor." After Tie Ningxiang finished speaking to the doctor, she turned back and rolled her eyes at me: "Is that okay? Do you need me to ask for leave?"

"No, you're busy with your business. I just need the signatures of the family members. I'm calling you here because I have no choice." I glanced at Tie Ningxiang and found that when the word "family members" was mentioned, her eyes widened a little and she tensed up. The corners of his mouth also softened a lot.

"Who are your family members? I'm just fulfilling my responsibilities as a people's policeman." Tie Ningxiang put on her police hat: "You take good care of yourself and stop running around. I'll come over at noon to bring you food. Do you understand?"

"Okay, thank you, senior sister." I sat on the chair and forced a smile.

"Save it, it's uglier to laugh than to cry." After Tie Ningxiang left, I was pushed into the surgical operating room by the doctor.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, all the wounds were treated. I was accompanied by the nurse to the special care ward. The moment I entered the door, a somewhat embarrassing thing happened.

Lying on bed No. 1 was a young man covered in bandages. This man was a little confused when he saw me coming in.

"Mr. Lu, what a coincidence, we meet again..." Feng Minglong recovered well and looked good.

"Yeah, what a coincidence." I grinned and didn't say much.

The nurse on the other side was a little surprised: "You two still know each other? If we didn't tell you earlier, we were originally afraid that you would not be happy if we lived together."

"Which of your eyes can see that I am very happy?" I wanted to retort, but in the end I didn't say it and lay down on the second bed.

"Why wouldn't you be happy? Mr. Lu and I are good friends who share weal and woe. To tell our story, it's really scary and fantastic..." Feng Minglong was obviously holding back his nerves here, and he kept talking eloquently.

"Wait a minute, why did you call him Mr. Talu? This gentleman's surname is Gao, and his name is Gao Jian." The nurse interrupted, then covered her mouth and snickered twice before leaving the ward. She was already used to talking nonsense. The patient seems to have some mental problems.

"Gao Jian?" Feng Minglong turned to look at me: "Your surname is not Lu? Didn't you say your name was Lu Xing at the subway station? Do you have a daughter named Lu Feng?"

"Stay there for a while." I looked at Feng Minglong impatiently: "If you are crazy, don't take me with you. You were talking about some nonsense just now."

"Mr. Lu, have you lost your memory? I am Feng Minglong! Have you forgotten the train that left after twelve o'clock? Don't you remember the coffin we carried together? That strange woman named Lu Shan , that blood fox, by the way, and Mr. Wang Shiwang!" Feng Minglong really thought that I had lost my memory. No wonder, such an experience is 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: "Am I not living well?"

"I mean, do you still remember what happened before we boarded the last train at midnight? Let's go through it from beginning to end." I said helplessly.

"Oh, remember, the homeless man and I were the last to leave the subway. The two of us were scratched by the blood fox and were dying. Then we saw you and another person coming out of the bathroom. You know what happened next, the train Come here, 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 looked at his expression with my discerning eye, 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 the homeless? You also saw me and another person coming out of the bathroom?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Feng Minglong looked at me confused, not knowing what he said wrong.

"You have never been to the bathroom in the subway station?" My chest heaved violently, and fear seemed to explode in my heart.

Before the live broadcast started, I hid in the bathroom of the subway station. Just when I was about to start the broadcast, I discovered that there was a person in the adjacent compartment in the dark, who had been watching me.

I can't forget that scene until now. The sudden fear is indescribable!

"I went to the bathroom before closing the door at the subway station, but no one responded after I knocked on the door, so I left." Feng Minglong said seriously.

"Isn't that person you?" I carefully recalled the scene at that time. I did hear footsteps, first coming in, then going out, and then I didn't hear any sound again: "If the person with footsteps is you, then Who is that person hiding in the cubicle next to me and peeking at me? Why does he have the same face as you? "

"Which person?"

Feng Minglong was panicked by what I said. His expressions were all normal reactions and did not look like he was lying.

I pondered for a moment and then asked: "You said you saw me and another person coming out of the bathroom. Do you still remember what that person looked like?"

"I didn't see his appearance clearly, but he was also wearing the clothes of a subway station employee."

"Have you noticed anything special?" I sat on the edge of 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 suddenly, so I subconsciously looked at the work permit on his chest."

"Have you found anything? Is he one of yours?" My voice was urgent, and the uneasiness in my heart gradually increased.

"Probably not. I didn't see the content on the work permit clearly. I only saw the 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 about it carefully: "What does this number mean? I was in Room 444 of the Underworld Show before and saw the advertising card on the interviewer's desk also had a 9 written on it. This was just a coincidence. Or is there some kind of connection between the two?”

The show was also surprised that I survived and succeeded. The interviewers 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.

"No. 9 may be the anchor who takes over from me. It's not right to think like this." I scratched my head. The last live broadcast had ended, but the sudden appearance of an extra person made me feel chilly. Everyone seemed to think so. question.

"Who could be No. 9? Is it possible that I have seen him?"