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Chapter 29 Paper Crane(2/2)

Wang Wanwan was currently smoking a pipe on the sofa, his face terrifyingly gloomy.

Suddenly, Wang Baiwan looked at his son and said, "Send your sister-in-law back to your hometown to recuperate tonight. It's not good for her to stay here. I'm afraid something will happen."

"Dad, is this... bad? I will keep an eye on her these days and won't let her go out..."

Wang Wanwan said expressionlessly: "There's nothing good or bad. If something goes wrong, maybe my life will be lost... You also saw what she wanted to do just now! I can't let her be harmed by herself."

The entire Wang family."

 “I...I know.”

 …

 …

She sat on a table near the street, staring blankly at the passers-by, but at the same time she was gently smearing her palms with something... When the burning feeling in her palms gradually dissipated, there was no trace of trace between her eyebrows.

The natural color slowly melted away.

Hong Hai slowly screwed up the box of burning ointment. Before he knew it, nearly a third of it had been used.

 The amount of this box seems to be enough for only a few days.

Ever since he tried the effect of this ointment, Honghai has never made any move to throw it away - almost, he always carries it with him.

  She was very satisfied with the effect of this ointment, but she was not satisfied with the attitude of the school doctor who gave her the ointment... This made her very unhappy.

 I always feel like I owe something.

 Always using, always owing, always unhappy - unhappy!

 So angry!

“Miss, this is the cake your friend ordered.” The clerk of the cake shop came over with a beautifully packaged box. “It has been written on it according to Miss Wang’s request. Would you like to check it?”

"That's enough." Honghai said quietly: "Anyway, no matter how well it is written, the person who wants to write it, the person who wants to read it... can't see it."

 …

Huoyun City First People’s Hospital.

 In front of an independent ward.

“That one here is [Guze]?” Simonka lowered his head slightly and looked in through the gap in the blinds.

In the independent ward, I saw a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, who was wearing a breather and lying motionless... There were many paper cranes hanging in the room, as well as many rag dolls.

.

“So girly.” Simonka couldn’t help but rub his chin.

"This was done by the patient's sister and girlfriend." The person who answered Simonka was a pretty nurse girl. "They would come here whenever they were free. Over time, they decorated the place like this. Well,

Unexpectedly, Miss Yao is so young... Officer, you must catch the murderer as soon as possible!"

“Are you familiar with Guyao?” Simonka suddenly asked.

The nurse said: "Ms. Yao insists on coming here every weekend, regardless of wind or rain. Over time, everyone knows her... She often makes something for us to eat."

“I want to see [Gu Ze]’s visit record.” Simonka nodded.

The nurse said: "Please come with me. The information is at the front desk."

 Simonka nodded, then patted Xiao Luo SIR on the shoulder, and whispered: "You stay here and keep an eye on it to see if any suspicious people will pass by. If anything happens, ring my phone."

Xiao Luo SIR gave an understanding look.

  Simonka casually put his arm around the young nurse's shoulder and asked in a studious manner, "Is the work here very tiring? Do you have time to rest? How often can you rest?"

 …

 The windows in the ward are slightly open.

When the wind blew in, it blew the strings of hanging paper cranes, as if they were flying... Xiao Luo SIR casually picked up a paper crane placed here from the bedside table,

And put it in the palm of your hand.

 In the room, the only sound was the regular sound of the ventilator.

"Who are you?!"

 The moment the door of the independent ward opened, a vigilant voice sounded at the same time.

 He turned around and looked at it calmly... What he looked at was a surprised girl wearing a tight black leather jacket.

 Red boy!

Hong Boy was holding a cake box in his hands, and a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

 “You...how could you?”
Chapter completed!
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