I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

Eye.

"It's not broken yet..." He muttered to himself, his hoarse voice stirred Ye Feng.

An Yinong has been moved to kill. If these people don't plan to let him go, the shadow puppet is their last 'retribution'.

He was trying to interact with them all the way, just to save himself.

An Yinong knows very well that if these people are hopelessly bad, then even if he escapes back, there will be a next time, and he can't hide at home forever.

At that time, he can only be forced to take some 'illegal' measures.

Murder is easy, just pull the trigger. But once the trigger is pulled, the bullet is fired, and it is not easy to retrieve it.

Fortunately, these people still have conscience, so An Yinong doesn't have to be a wicked person who kills people.

Of course, because of their kidnapping, a prison sentence is not to be avoided. An Yinong can at most check their family members to see if they are really sick and short of money: "You gave me a chance , I will also give you a chance."

"It's nice not to kill people."

This is not ancient, if you really kill someone, there will always be a feeling of breaking the bottom line... An Yinong looked down at his fingers, clean, nothing was stained, nothing Leave.

The boat continues to move forward, and the direction he is going is completely opposite to the direction he came from, so he does not know where he will row the boat all the way.

But looking into the distance, you can see the traces of the land, so he can get to the shore all the way there, and he doesn't have to worry about rocking the boat to the deep sea.

An Yinong was rocking the oars. He had been a prefect in the water town for several years, and he still remembered some boating skills, and he would not spin in place. It's just that the land looks close, but when he walks it is far away. After paddling for a long time, his hands are sore, and he feels hungry.

But there is no food around at the moment, and now I can only endure hunger and head towards the land.

"What is that?" Suddenly, he saw something floating on the water. Because just in the direction he was heading, An Yinong quickly saw the thing, as if it was a corpse lying on its back in the water.

It just floats on the water without using anything, isn't it a corpse?

He shivered, trying to get away, when suddenly a shallow light shone down, the moon that had disappeared into the clouds did not know when to stick out his head, An Yinong saw it clearly It looks like a 'corpse'.

"Mr. Xie?" His heart was stabbed.

The pale face in the moonlight looked more delicate: how could he 'die' here? Where are his two bodyguards?

I said before that the security of Hong Kong City would not be too bad, but he was kidnapped in the street, and Mr. Xie did this...

Ann Yinong was inexplicably sad, as if something important was about to be lost. In addition, I encountered a lot of things tonight, my mood is uneasy, and there are more kinds of sadness.

He rowed past: even if he died, he should not disappear into the world as a floating corpse.

An Yinong touched with trembling hands, trying to pull the 'corpse' onto the boat.

"Huh?" The temperature is low, but not completely cold.

He stretched out his hand and put it under his nose: Still breathing? !

So he leaned a little closer and pressed his hand on the neck artery, making sure it wasn't an illusion.

"He's alive."

What else is there to say? save people.

An Yinong squatted down and pulled Mr. Xie up while adjusting the center of gravity of the boat.

In this way, he abolished the power of nine bulls and two tigers to move the person onto the boat, and once again confirmed that the other party was only injured and unconscious, not dead floating corpse.

Yes, Mr. Xie was injured. He seemed to have been shot in the thigh. Fortunately, the bullet went through and did not stay in it. Judging from the amount of bleeding, the arteries should not have been injured, nor would it have caused fractures or broken legs. After going back to recuperate, they could still make up for it.

It was a thrilling night.

He had heard of someone lying unconscious and floating for dozens of miles in the water, but this was the first time he had seen it. If there is a wave that drowns his mouth and nose for a little while, he may sink and 'lay a corpse' completely.

An Yinong untied his coat: "It's your fate that you should not die."

A long box fell out of Mr. Xie's clothes, very familiar, like the box of the pen in his backpack. An Yinong opened it curiously, and on the black velvet cloth lay a fountain pen that was soaked in water, the classic color of black and gold. On the pen body of the fountain pen is also engraved "Chiaofeng Qingsheng, gift H".

He had read this handwriting countless times and recognized it almost at a glance.

"X?"

Mr. Xie, X.

A meeting made his heart rhythm out of control, and the two got along so well, as if they were born to be friends, how could they be the same person?

An Yinong took a long time to find himself. He looked down at the pale Mr. Xie, pursed his lips, and his throat was dry. people, then...

"Who are you?" He looked at Mr. Xie's face under the moonlight, "Will you be him? Should I trust my intuition once?"

Mr. Xie closed his eyes and could not answer.

He carefully took off Mr. Xie's shirt and suit pants, wringed out the water and put it aside to dry. Mr. Xie looked thin, but he didn't expect to have chest muscles and abs.

Mr. Xie had obvious penetrating wounds on his thighs, and the edges of the wounds were bubbling white with sea water, and he continued to bleed. Aynon tore the sleeves from his shirt, barely covering the wound.

An Yinong is not an idiot, looking at Mr. Xie like this, and thinking of those people who said that Xie Jiu was attacked and whereabouts unknown, he wondered if Xie Yu was Xie Jiu.

It's just that Xie Jiu died a little earlier in the original plot, and was also betrayed by a trusted subordinate.

Xie Yu, X, Xie Jiu, how many identities does this person have?

"I haven't learned first aid, that's all I can do. Just follow the destiny."

Mr. Xie was motionless in the night, letting others do what he wanted.

Mr. Xie's body is as good as his face, it doesn't seem very good to lie down so naked, An Yinong thought about it, took off his coat and covered him, and continued on his own Row, heading towards land.

Finally, before the sky was completely bright, An Yinong's boat arrived at the shore, and he saw a sign 'Xiejiaowan XX Road' stuck on the asphalt road.

Yangjiaowan is not far from the walled city, and he rowed for two hours, how many kilometers did he walk?

The suits and shirts were half dry at this time, An Yinong put them on Mr. Xie again, carried the more than 100 jins on his back with difficulty, and then tied him to himself with a suit jacket. Only cautiously climbed the reef.

"Tear." The sharp rocks cut through his palms, but An Yinong couldn't care too much and continued to climb.

When the palm of his hand was red and swollen, he finally got on the path.

The specific location was not written on the road sign, and there was no rut on the ground where the car passed by, so he slowly moved on the road with his back on his back.

He stopped and walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally reached the fork, and saw the rut marks on the ground.

An Yinong could no longer walk. He put Mr. Xie down on the grass on the side of the road and waited for the car to pass by.

A car finally came to the road. Seeing that it was transporting live pigs, he didn't care about anything else. He walked to the middle of the road and waved: "Please stop and do me a favor! I will thank you! "

Half an hour later, XX hospital.

An Yinong leaned on the bed and closed his eyes, his hands had been bandaged. On the bed lay a pale Mr. Xie with a hanging needle in his hand.

The doctor said that he suffered a gunshot wound, lost too much blood, and was still soaked in water, so he took emergency treatment and called the police. This is the case in regular hospitals. When encountering this kind of gunshot wound, you must think more.

An Yinong also reported safety to the He family and told him where he was. He's family hasn't arrived yet, and neither has the police. Only a few patients looked at them with some curiosity.

Thank goodness he still has a few thousand dollars in his pocket to take out, otherwise he would not be able to enter the hospital. It turns out that the doctors and nurses here really don't pay more attention to the patients.

This is an ordinary ward. There are eight iron canopy beds parked in a small room, and on each bed lies a person. No smiles.

The nurse walked around with a dark face, but gave her a tip for whatever she wanted. Therefore, many of the nurses' work in memory are performed by their family members. They also want to save a little money. Treatment and hospitalization are already very expensive.

"When will the He family come over? When will Mr. Xie wake up? Is the battle over there over?" An Yinong had many questions in his heart. very good.

The strange city, the thrilling experience, the gray people in the gray area... After the fear left, the excitement came in instead, making him want to do something, such as painting, such as composing music.

"Children."

"Huh?" An Yinong opened his eyes, Mr. Xie on the bed did not know when he woke up, and his dark eyes were condensed with light, which made him not look weak at all, but like a It's a lion that wakes up and begins to sharpen its claws to hunt.

An Yinong thought that his first sentence would ask 'Did you save me' and 'Where is this', but his first sentence was: "It's hard work, are you tired? ?"

Is there something wrong with the sentence "..."? Why does he sound familiar but can't remember it?

Seeing that he did not speak, Mr. Xie continued: "Thank you for saving me. I heard that your father is not very responsible. Why don't you call me Ninth Uncle and share half of the family property with you."

Sure enough, Mr. Xie is Xie Jiu.

Still like to raise children, so raising a white-eyed wolf is not enough, do you want to raise another one?

Of course, he's not a white-eyed wolf.

"Mr. Xie sure?" Mr. Xie probably didn't know he was H, right? Otherwise, the good friends of the same generation will become elders and juniors, and he will suffer too much.

"Ok, actually I..."

"Pop." Before Mr. Xie finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and a group of people walked in aggressively surrounded by bodyguards.