Antidote

Cheng Ke was just standing outside the elevator, staring at the beating numbers, not knowing what to do.

Should I wait until Jiang Yu snatched it, or take another elevator?

Do you want to make another phone call, or just go straight down and ask what is going on?

Or stay back in the house?

No, why should he manage Jiang Yuduo?

A so-called boss, the kind of person who can fight on a trash can, what can be managed by being smashed into the head... but why is he coming here?

Cheng Ke couldn't figure it out, but decided to stand here and make sure Jiang Yu snatched it down to eat.

When the number on the elevator reached the eighth floor, it stopped. After a while, it continued to go down, and the number on the elevator next to it began to change, from the ninth floor to the eighth floor, and then all the way up.

Cheng Ke suddenly got nervous, staring at the elevators coming up one by one, and found a suitable position for his legs. If Jiang Yuduo came out of the elevator for a while, he could kick Jiang Yuduo back to the elevator with one foot. .

The elevator never stopped anymore, and he came to his floor neatly and opened the door.

Jiang Yuduo came out of the elevator.

He didn't make a leg out of trouble, because when Jiang Yu snatched it out, he pressed his forehead, and the blood that had oozed out had covered his left eye, which looked more than twenty times worse than before.

"Why do you swim here?" Cheng Ke was speechless.

"A woman came in on the eighth floor," Jiang Yuduo said. "I'm afraid she can't hold two floors to scream."

"Why..." Cheng Ke stared at his face.

"Open the door," Jiang Yudui looked at him with one eye. "I'll use the medicine chest."

"...I don't have a medicine chest." Cheng Ke said.

"Yes," Jiang Yuduo said, "in the small cabinet door of the TV cabinet."

Cheng Ke froze.

"I let it go," Jiang Yuduo waved his hand. "Hurry up, I have low platelets. After a while, I will shed blood and die at your door. Chen Qing will call the police and say you killed me."

Cheng Ke didn't speak or move, staring at Jiang Yu's face.

I don't know how big the wound is on his head, but it can be seen that the palm pressure did not stop the blood, and there was blood oozing out under the palm.

"Why didn't you go to the hospital?" Cheng Ke gritted his teeth and turned to open the door.

"Afraid." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke couldn't help but looked back at him.

"Is it strange?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

"Then you are still afraid of mice." Jiang Yuduo sat on the chair.

Cheng Ke was stunned. Yes, he was afraid of mice, but how did Jiang Yuduo know?

"Open the cabinet door," Jiang Yuduo pointed to the TV cabinet. "Give me the medicine chest... Will you open the cabinet door?"

Cheng Ke had already bent over to open the cabinet door, and he immediately sat down in the chair next to the words: "Sorry, no."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, got up and opened the cabinet door, carrying a small medicine chest from the inside.

As his hand moved away from the forehead, two drops of blood dripped onto the floor.

Cheng Ke looked at the blood on his face and felt that the wound did not seem to be dealt with by himself, but he didn't say anything, sitting there watching Jiang Yudui expertly took out alcohol gauze from the medicine box And medical tape, there is actually a pair of scissors.

When Jiang Yu took off his coat and took these things to the bathroom, Cheng Ke couldn't hold back and said, "You can't use running water to wash your injury."

"Well, with alcohol," Jiang Yuduo turned his head and looked at him, "Do you still know this?"

"Why don't you sit down and hurt me for a while, enough for two hours," Cheng Ke said, "fight for a blood loss and die."

Jiang Yuduo turned and entered the bathroom.

Considering that the house is now its own site, Cheng Ke hesitated for a few seconds and followed the bathroom door.

Jiang Yuduo didn't close the bathroom door, stood in front of the mirror with his back to him, lifted his t-shirt off and threw it to the side.

Cheng Ke didn't have time to see his figure first, and he was already shocked by the scars on his body: "You..."

Jiang Yu grabbed several large scars across his back, one of them straddling the entire back from shoulder to waist, shocking.

"What?" Jiang Yuduo unscrewed the alcohol bottle and poured it directly into his forehead.

"No... **** it." Cheng Ke felt a pain in his head, but Jiang Yuduo's expression was calm, as if he had poured a bottle of water.

Jiang Yuduo's operation is very extensive, cleans the wound, pours the powder up, presses the gauze and sticks the adhesive strip, every step of the movement makes people feel that he is dealing with other people's heads, and must be an enemy.

After quickly wrapping the wound, Jiang Yuduo unscrewed the faucet, washed the blood on his face and body, and then pulled a towel from the towel rack and wiped it.

Damn it is my face towel!

Cheng Ke looked at him, unable to say anything, suffocated for a long time and turned back to the living room to sit on the sofa and light a cigarette.

Stunned.

Jiang Yuduo came out of the bathroom, already wearing a t-shirt, and when he packed up the medicine box and put it back in the cabinet, Cheng Ke cleared his throat: "Don't put it here, you take it away."

Jiang Yuduo looked at him and didn't seem to understand what he meant.

"This house has been rented to me," Cheng Ke said. "You can't put your things here yet? If I'm not at home today, are you going to open the door yourself?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo said, he had no expression, his face finally changed at this moment, although Cheng Ke was very surprised that he could have such an expression of "sorry".

"I did not change the lock as required by the rental agreement," Cheng Ke said. "Can you also respect the tenant?"

"I'm sorry," Jiang Yuduo said, "I was a little anxious. I came here recently."

Cheng Ke was holding a cigarette, originally thought he was ready for a battle, even if he didn't do it, he had to choke a few words. I don't know what to say.

"I'm gone." Jiang Yuduo finished and put on his coat and walked to the door with the medicine box.

"Oh," Cheng Ke responded and stopped after thinking about it, "Hey."

"Huh?" Jiang Yu took back his head.

"I ask you, just..." Cheng Ke pointed to the kitchen. "Is that gas stove good?"

"It's not only good, it's still new." Jiang Yuduo said.

"It...can't catch fire." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo put down the medicine chest and walked into the kitchen. He said in the kitchen again: "Come over and show me how you hit it."

Cheng Ke pinched the cigarette and got up into the kitchen: "Wouldn't you just try it?"

"No, I'll take a look," Jiang Yuduo said. "How did you do it? The new water heater can't put out hot water, and the new gas stove won't catch fire."

Cheng Ke hesitated and reached out to open the gas valve.

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Cheng Ke reached out and twisted the **** on the gas stove again.

Da Da Da Da Da Da...

"Look." Cheng Ke pointed at the stove.

Jiang Yuzhuo took a breath and slowly spit it out, then grabbed his hand without waiting for Cheng Ke to pull it out, his hand was already pulled onto the knob.

Cheng Ke frowned: "You just say..."

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, grabbed his hand and pressed down: "Got it?"

Cheng Ke felt the **** pressed down.

"Screw." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke twisted.

Da Da Da Da...Bang...

The flames came out of the eyes of the stove, two circles, small blue flames.

"Is your ID true?" Jiang Yuluo walked out of the kitchen.

"What do you mean." Cheng Ke turned off the fire.

"Your twenty-seven years," Jiang Yuduo said, picked up the medicine box again, and walked to the door. "Did someone take off your clothes while you were sleeping?"

"Fuck|Your uncle." Cheng Ke looked at him.

"The instructions for the appliances are all in the drawer of the TV cabinet," Jiang Yuduo opened the door. "If you don't understand, look at it."

Cheng Ke didn't speak.

Jiang Yu snatched it out and closed the door.

The sound of closing the door is very light, much more civilized than the closing sound of Chen Qing.

Cheng Ke sat back on the sofa, lighted a cigarette again, and spent a long time facing the drawer of the TV cabinet.

When Jiang Yuduo came home, there was an Audi that didn't turn off and stopped downstairs. According to his experience, it should be Chen Qing sitting above.

Sure enough, when he walked a few meters away, the door opened, and Chen Qing jumped out of the car, and rushed to him in a few steps.

"What's the matter?" Chen Qing stared at the gauze on his head. "Who did it? I fucking! Who did it!"

"Not clear." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Where did you come across?" Chen Qing asked, "Why don't you call me!"

"There is a small street," Jiang Yuduo raised his eyebrows. "I didn't see anyone clearly."

"Is it serious?" Chen Qing asked.

"It's not serious," Jiang Yuduo walked into the corridor. "The parking lot of the car goes up. You can stop scolding here. Aunt Wang will throw a medicine jar down later. You can repair your car this month."

Chen Qing went to park, Jiang Yu snatched into the house, and checked the mirror again to see if the gauze stickers were not properly attached.

Cheng Ke had been staring at the back while sticking gauze before. He was stared a little uncomfortably, thinking that he would get rid of the leave quickly, and basically basically chased up.

"Do you want to go to the hospital for this injury?" Chen Qing parked the car and entered the house, putting a large bag of unknown things on the table. "What hurt?"

"Slab brick," Jiang Yu snatched to the table, "or knife."

"...Third brother," Chen Qing looked at him. "The two things are quite far apart."

"I didn't see it clearly, and it hurt the first time," Jiang Yu sighed. "This man is too **** heavy."

"It's been many years," Chen Qing kicked the table. "The soul is not scattered, and I don't know what to do! What do you say they want?"

"I don't know," Jiang Yuduo said. "Let me never have peace."

"Fuck," Chen Qing thought about and gathered up in front of him again, and studied the gauze. "Did you go to the hospital...Isn't it a hospital bag? The craft is too bad. Where did you pack it?"

"Ji... Cheng Ke, I made it myself," Jiang Yuduo opened the bag, and immediately smelled the aroma of dried beef. "You are so sweet."

"My aunt brought it, it's almost here," Chen Qing said, "enough you gnawing slowly for a while."

"Your mother didn't smoke you?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"She doesn't like to eat these painful teeth," Chen Qing looked at him. "You really went to Jaeger-LeCoultre, how did you tell him?"

"Nothing was said," Jiang Yu grabbed a piece of beef and came out to nibble. "I'm afraid that someone will report a policeman or something later, it's not troublesome enough."

"Just because you have the same coagulation function as you don't have," Chen Qing said. "You've got blood all over him."

"It's okay. I pressed very hard and used 85% of my skill," Jiang Yuduo said. "I suddenly saw him startled before letting go, and the blood came out later."

"Don't you want to sneak into the house to bandage?" Chen Qing was surprised.

"I thought he should not be home at that time," Jiang Yu sighed. "The intermediary said that he is an artist. I didn't expect the artist to be so busy. I didn't go to the studio to spend a little time with art."

"It's not me saying, 3rd Brother," Chen Qing looked at him for a while, and sighed, "You're doing something awkward."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak and nodded.

Chen Qing was very moved when he was so sober.

It's really inappropriate to run like this today, it must be considered as a private home, and even if Cheng Ke is really no problem...

"Now he must be guarded," Chen Qing continued. "We want to slip in again to find clues. It may not be easy."

Jiang Yuduo raised his head and looked at Chen Qing.

"Do you mean it?" Chen Qing said.

"If my mother is not afraid that my wound will collapse," Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "I really want to give you a drink in the toilet now."

"Third Brother," Chen Qing looked helpless. "Can't you speak well?"

"Let me go," Jiang Yuduo patted on his shoulder. "It will disappear within three seconds, otherwise I will spray your blood."

"I'm gone, I was here to send you beef, I have to put the car back in the store," Chen Qing quickly walked to the door, and stopped after two steps, "Is the beef hair?" Isn't it good for the wound?"

"Go." Jiang Yu grabbed a bite of beef.

"There is still a bag of cat food underneath," said Chen Qing. "Don't eat with you anymore. It's so annoying to eat salty hair."

"Can you still go?" Jiang Yu grabbed him.

Chen Qing flashed out of the door.

Jiang Yuduo stood next to the table, slowly eating the piece of beef, and then flipped out the bag of cat food from the bottom of the bag. Chong shook at the meow staring at his hand all the time: "Do you eat?"

With a meow, I tried very hard and made a very loud call.

Jiang Yuduo poured a little cat food in his bowl, and after sniffing the cat, some of them turned back and took a step back. He raised his head and yelled at him again.

"Eat as soon as you eat, and pull if you don't," Jiang Yuduo pointed to his nose. "A stray cat also picked up food."

Meow turned his head to look at the bowl, without eating or moving, and solidified quite strongly.

Jiang Yudao ignored it and lay down on the sofa.

His head was a little bit swollen. I wonder if it was hit by a concussion. He closed his eyes and pressed the gauze. The wound was still painful. The blunt pain jumped into the tingling, a very complicated pain.

In this case, I probably lost my mind.

He was not in a good mood when he came out of Building 1, probably because he didn’t fall asleep at night, anything would make him think a lot, and some feelings once it appeared, it was difficult to get rid of, so that he didn’t know what the people behind were Time to stare at him.

No hunch, no sound, no people.

It hurts, and then it's dark.

Very embarrassed.

The last time I was so embarrassed was two years ago... No, the last time I was so embarrassed, I was fighting with Cheng Ke on the trash can...

He opened his eyes and looked at the meow who is still eating hunger and hunger in front of him: "Hurry and eat and send you Chen Qing to make hot pot when you are fat... Have you ever eaten hot pot? Very delicious, just think about it The kind of delicious food that makes you hungry."

Cheng Ke wiped off the two drops of Jiang Yuduo's blood on the floor with a wet tissue. He had no cleanliness, but he was still a little surprised when he saw not only blood stains but also a black ash on the tissue.

The floor looked very clean, I didn't expect it to be so dirty!

But it’s normal. After all, it was empty before, and Jiang Yu won’t change his shoes when he entered the house. It’s estimated that he didn’t come when he broke his head... When he thought about it, he suddenly felt that there were probably everywhere in this house. A lot of ash.

He tried to touch it on the table, there was dust, the chair...had been cleaned, and the head of the bed was also gray.

The sofa did not touch the gray, because it is cloth.

Cheng Ke went back and forth in and out of the house for several laps, all of which had to be cleaned up. According to his business level, it was estimated that he had to clean up a day or two.

After pondering in the living room for a while, he took the key out of the door.

Packing a fart is no longer packed.

Go for food.

It was still a while before dinner time. Cheng Ke circulated around the district, did not find the store he wanted to enter, and finally turned to the street where he fought with Jiang Yuduo.

After all, he used to come here often, used to the prosperity, used to the hustle and bustle, these days he has been in a state of uneasiness, any familiarity will make him want to be close.

Even for him, there are already not so good memories.

There is a Starbucks in front, Cheng Ke decided to go there for a while and eat something.

There weren't many people in the shop. When Cheng Ke paid for things, he suddenly realized that he noticed the price behind the coffee for the first time.

Of course I have seen it before, but I have never felt like it is now. The price is suddenly no longer a simple number. This feeling pulled him out of the "familiarity" he just got.

Cheng Ke found a corner of the sofa and sat down. After drinking two sips of coffee, he took out his mobile phone, but he didn't know what to do after watching it for a long time, so he put the mobile phone back in his pocket.

Although he didn't get up until this afternoon, he might have been stretched all the time. He just fell asleep on the sofa.

The coffee was already cool when I woke up.

Cheng Ke stood up and left with infinite admiration for himself.

He couldn't figure out what it meant to be able to fall asleep anywhere in the past few days and to fall asleep every time, but this sleep was quite appropriate. He can now find a place to eat dinner.

Since he hadn’t eaten anything for several days, and now he smelled a little scent, he decided to eat hot pot. Just in front, he used to go to the restaurant called Old Wharf with Liu Tiancheng.

He frowned at the thought of Liu Tiancheng.

I have been friends for so many years, but in the end it is not as good as a Xu Ding who has only known him for two or three years and is totally unfamiliar.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xu Ding.

-Come out for a meal tomorrow

-I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, today

Xu Ding responded quickly.

Cheng Ke froze for a moment, glanced at the time on the phone, and gave Xu Ding another reply.

-Old Pier

-Arrive in half an hour

Cheng Ke smiled. At this time, there can be such a person to make a meal, which made him sigh with emotion.

But as soon as he walked to the door of the old wharf, he couldn't hold his emotions. A few people came across from him, and he went to the door of the store at the same time.

When Cheng Ke wanted to turn around and leave, it was too late. Cheng Yi called him: "Brother."

Cheng Ke looked at him, twitched his lips, did not speak, looked at Liu Tiancheng beside Cheng Yi, and a few friends who had eaten, drank, and had fun together. He seemed to have nothing to say.

This embarrassment, he couldn't hide it, he didn't have the skill like Cheng Yi, even if it was a "so clever", he couldn't hide it.

"Hey Xiaoke! What a coincidence!" Liu Tiancheng walked up to him with a smile, "Will it be together?"

"I...have eaten." Cheng Ke said.

"No, I have eaten at this time." Cheng Yi said.

Cheng Ke watched him silent.

"Brother," Cheng Yi gently smiled at him with a bit of fawn, "Let's eat together."

"No," Cheng Ke said.

"Hey you," Liu Tiancheng whispered, "Don't you give your brother's face?"

What the **** is face?

Cheng Ke looked at his brother, his face has been smashed by the trash can in the past few days, no one gave him face, and he was too lazy to give anyone face.

"Brother," Cheng Yi took two steps towards him. "Why not both of us..."

"Let let." someone said next.

Cheng Ke took a step back, and the man stopped suddenly when he walked between him and Cheng Yi.

Cheng Ke glanced at the man's face.

...

A wounded man whose head has just been scooped, and actually ran out to eat spicy hot pot?

"Dine?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Well, you..." Cheng Ke cleared his throat, "Also eat?"

"Ah." Jiang Yu snatched him and looked behind him.

Cheng Ke saw several young people behind him, to be precise, the young man, showing the temperament of impending imprisonment.

Opposite Cheng Yi's eyes became a little complicated.

Cheng Ke understands him very well. At this moment, there is a **** gauze on his head, followed by several younger brothers, Jiang Yuduo. It seems that the bully's aura is fully open, and it is impossible for Cheng Yi and his life. The kind of people who intersect.

Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at Cheng Yi, and then turned his head to look at him again. After hesitating for two seconds, he asked: "Come in, let's go together?"

"Huh?" Cheng Ke looked at him, then nodded quickly, "Okay."

Jiang Yuduo stretched out his hand and pulled Liu Tiancheng, who was still confused, to the side: "Keep away."

Cheng Ke followed him into the hotel.