[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 9: Making An Appointment

"Ahh Jian Hua rubbed his nose in the cold wind and wrapped his coat tightly.

There was a mess in the clinic just now, and no one knew when the cabinet was running to the window, and when she saw Cheng Lao lying under the table, the nurse hurried over to help.

Cheng Lao looked dazed, and he hadn't recovered from the catastrophe.

Jian Hua picked up his medicine and took advantage of the chaos to leave. It's not that he doesn't help Cheng Lao want to make up for it, but a lie always needs countless lies to make up for it, so leave this matter to Cheng Lao himself.

The sirens of ambulances and police cars can be heard in the distance.

Jian Hua hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his feet and walked in that direction.

The owner of the hardware store on the street was shouting loudly in Huaicheng dialect: "I didn't see anything, I saw people lying here, dead." "

The bloodied mountain bike lay nearby, its front wheels bent by violent stampede, and a backpack with food pressed underneath.

The deceased was young, like a college student.

I also talked to Jian Hua not long ago, if it wasn't for Lu Ji knocking people unconscious - at least when he encountered the group of masked thugs, this young man would still have a chance to escape.

"What does it smell, do you smell it?" Passers-by looked around.

The wind is blowing the smell of gunsmoke, and more police cars are driving towards the Pearl Hotel in the city center, which is destined to be unpeaceful tonight.

Jian Hua silently turned around and walked back into the dark night.

There is no abnormality in the community, the smell of food wafts out of the windows of every house, and the office workers drag their heavy steps home, when Jian Hua unscrews the door lock, he hears the radio next door announcing the road conditions:

"...... There was a fire at the Pearl Hotel, and the two nearby roads have been blocked, please pay attention to the majority of drivers and friends. "

I finally suppressed it, and the urge to go to the Pearl Hotel to see what was going on was provoked again. Jian Hua frowned deeply, closed the door vigorously, threw the key on the coffee table, and leaned on the sofa tiredly.

After this time time stood still, there was too much commotion.

Jian Hua didn't think that those thugs could leave no clues, and once the police traced the clues, they would definitely be able to find the murderer. If he can enter the stagnant time, he may also be swept up in it.

Curiosity kills.

Although there seemed to be a voice in his head, clamoring for him to go to the Pearl Hotel, reason told Jian Hua to carefully sort out the truth from the beginning to the end, but Jian Hua still chose to abandon these and let fatigue engulf him.

That night, he slept restlessly.

In the dream is a silent city, a lonely world, with a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark.

He turned around sharply and saw the owner of the pair of bright red pupils, a giant beast composed of flames, entrenched in the darkness, staring at Jian Hua coldly.

The eyes were scrutinizing, evaluating, and deterring, full of violence and interest.

This is a fierce beast full of war spirit, showing its strength, fearlessly longing for a hearty fight.

Jian Hua took a step back and hid himself in the darkness again, he felt an itch in his throat, he was hungry and thirsty. Resistant taste. He stared at the sturdy flame beast without moving, wanting to ...... I want to swallow each other in one bite!