The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Soon, he was put on the bed and was about to tell Wei Yan that it was time to go to bed. Suddenly his body was heavy, Wei Yan's breath came over, his lips felt cold, and Wei Yan began to nibble again.

"Fuck! Wei Yan, are you pro-addicted? Don't even let the injuries go?" Zheng Quzhi hid away, helplessly speechless.

Just after speaking vaguely, a cold hand dipped into the clothes. There was an electric current across the back spine that momentarily, Zheng Quzhi snorted and stretched out his hand to press on Wei Yan's hand: "Don't move your hands... well..."

In the end, the words were drowned in the overwhelming kiss. Zheng Quzhi only hesitated for a while, and then let Wei Yan touch it openly, hooked Wei Yan's neck, and took the initiative to fight back.

The indoor temperature rises instantly.

At the end of the kiss, Zheng Quzhi panted a little, buried his face on Wei Yan's neck, and laughed lowly: "You have a reaction."

"Yeah." Wei Yan's voice was slightly muffled. In addition to the coldness in his eyes, he finally had a few different emotions. He was a little bit uncontrollable. Wei Yan quickly looked down to cover the awkward and boring that quickly rose. He said again: "Don't laugh at me."

In exchange for a few more laughs.

The roots of Wei Yan's ears suddenly turned red, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he simply shattered the jar and held Zheng Quzhi: "You laugh again, you won't have to get up in bed tomorrow."

The implication is explicit.

Zheng Quzhi hurriedly closed his smile, then glanced at the injured foot that he had put on the bed so easily that he was not crushed. After thinking for a moment, he hesitated and said: "Would you... I help you?"

***

The next day, Zheng Qu knew it was a little late.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I could feel the strangeness on my hands. It was obviously a night, but it was still sore and a little hot. Zheng Quzhi blinked, staring at the ceiling a little empty.

Damn, Wei Yan is just Tai Ritian!

He really wanted to slap the self who offered to help last night. Isn't this just a matter of life? He hadn't been so responsible for serving himself before!

I always feel that my hands are breaking, which is really **** uncomfortable.

I scanned the ward, and saw that there was no shadow of Wei Yan, I couldn't help but be a little surprised. Could this person not recognize anyone when he mentioned his pants?

Why didn't you even see anyone in the early morning?

As soon as he got out of the bed, he heard movement by the door. Zheng Quzhi raised his eyes and saw Wei Yan's face walking in with an ugly expression. He sat back on the bed again and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "What's wrong? His face was so ugly early in the morning. ?"

"It's dead." Wei Yan said coldly, raising his hand and putting the breakfast he bought on the table.

"Isn't it normal for people to die in the hospital?" Zheng Quzhi didn't pay much attention. He opened the bag and looked at it. Seeing that it was filled with all kinds of steamed buns, fried dough sticks and glutinous rice chicken, he couldn't help but slap his tongue: "I'm not a big stomacher. You buy it. Isn't it a waste to come back more?"

"I don't know which one you like." Wei Yan's expression was a little slow, and he took out the glutinous rice chicken that the stall owner had always recommended to him: "I heard this is delicious."

"Really?" Zheng Quzhi took it. After a pause, he remembered that he hadn't washed it yet, and quickly put it down: "I haven't washed it yet. Wait a while and I'll go out."

As soon as he got up, he was held back by Wei Yan.

"It's messy outside, I'll go out later." Wei Yan's face returned to the gloomy poker face.

Zheng Quzhi was taken aback for a moment, and then he stopped carefully. It was a bit noisy outside. It was a little strange to make such a big noise in the hospital. I remembered the dead person mentioned by Wei Yan again, and suddenly had a bad feeling, and quickly asked: "You said that the person was dead? Why did you die? What happened?"

Wei Yan glanced at Zheng Quzhi, then said after sitting down beside him: "The deceased was a little girl who was strangled to death by something. Now the family members are rioting."

"Is it killed?" Zheng Quzhi frowned: "Who can the little girl provoke someone to kill someone directly?"

Wei Yan's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't speak any more.

Of course, it couldn't be a simple murder. Although the little girl was strangled to death, there was a strange smile on her face, and there was no trace of struggling, and she did not even detect any drug ingredients from her.

If you don't take the drug, how can you not struggle at all?

He just went and took a look, and the little girl was grieving. But this is a hospital, where there are many dead people, and there are many evil spirits and evil spirits that remain resentful. For the time being, he can't tell whether it is evil spirits or humans.

"Be careful." Wei Yan's expression remained unchanged. He slowly raised his hand to press down the piles of hair on Zheng Quzhi's head. "I will go through the discharge procedures tomorrow."

"Okay." Zheng Quzhi nodded honestly. He didn't like staying in the hospital either. It was gloomy and oozing.

When the noise outside was not so big, Zheng Quzhi was helped by Wei Yan to wash. Sure enough, there was still a family member kneeling in the corridor. She probably held her dead daughter in her arms. She was crying with tears on her face, and she was still complaining in a low voice.

"You black-hearted hospital!"

"My good girl has a cold. You have to put her in the hospital. You will kill her when she is hospitalized! You guys who kill a thousand knives!"

A security guard tried to pull the person away, but he did not dare to touch the corpse in the arms of the family. From a distance, a few policemen can still be seen walking this way.

"Don't look." Wei Yan whispered.

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi retracted his gaze and sighed: "You said that the little girl is only seven or eight years old? Why is she dead?"

Wei Yan looked down, his fingers tightened slightly: "The will of heaven is unpredictable, the world is unpredictable."

God's will is unpredictable. Who would have expected that a little girl who was hospitalized just because of a cold would be killed overnight? The most puzzling thing was that there were still two patients in the ward at that time.

The police pulled the family away, and the little girl's body rolled on the ground.

Seeing that his family was also taken away by the police, Zheng Quzhi couldn't help being a little surprised: "Why the family was also arrested."

"That night, this family member and the little girl lay on the same bed. The surveillance showed that no one had entered the ward that night." Wei Yan looked in the direction quietly, with a little bit of sarcasm on his face.

hiss--

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi only felt that the feathers stood up instantly, which was **** weird. This was either killed by family members or by patients in the ward!

But if it is a patient, how could the family members lying on the same bed with the little girl not hear the movement?

"Isn't it a dirty thing?" Zheng Quzhi asked in a low voice in Wei Yan's ear.

Wei Yan's eyes flashed, stretched out his hand to hold Zheng Quzhi's hand, and comforted: "You don't need to worry."

no need to worry? Zheng Quzhi twitched the corners of his mouth. There is indeed no need to worry about Wei Yan, but what if Wei Yan is not there? Wei Yan didn't stick to him 24 hours a day.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems you don’t have to worry about it. The safety charms Wei Yan gave him are still there...