you said you would come to see me

Ah Fu's injuries were serious, with cut marks and bruises all over his body, ribs should have been broken, and some glass shards stuck into his flesh.

When Amin and Levin arrived, they managed to carry Ah Fu onto the car seat. They originally wanted Ah Fu to go to Chigu, but they were worried about the lack of medical supplies, so they finally went to Levin's residence.

Levin and Amin are already living together, and Amin will naturally convert one of the rooms into a small medical room.He always took back the materials from his unit. Originally, this was not allowed, but because of Amin's ability to work, the imperial stick turned a blind eye.

But this also has advantages. The advantage is that when someone in their team is injured, they basically don’t have to go to a regular hospital at the cost of exposing their identities. Common gunshot wounds and knife wounds can be dealt with directly by A Ming.

Although Ah Fu's injuries were serious, they were mostly flesh and blood.

Just in case, after the simple bandaging and treatment, A Ming cut off all of A Fu's clothes and checked them more thoroughly before he finally felt at ease.

Levin and Amin have already sobered up more than half of their wine, let alone the royal stick.He sat beside the unconscious Ah Fu, and his chest was overwhelmed for a while.

This feels so fucking bad.

Ten years ago when he joined the Red Eagles, the then captain told him that no one in this world likes him or cares about him, so he doesn't need to like anyone or have any illusions.It is enough for him to remember his hatred for drug dealers in his heart, and this hatred is the meaning of his existence.

It sounded harsh back then, but it was obviously true.

Because if you care, you will have concerns, and if you have concerns, you will feel restless.

The imperial stick has saved many people, and those informants or poor people who escaped from gangsters are often scarred.But at that time, he just put them in the hospital and then left. He knew the importance of keeping a distance, and he was not interested in getting to know them at all.

In fact, he shouldn't get to know Ah Fu, he should let Ah Fu be killed by Jin Jackal directly.Then he didn't need to bring Ah Fu home, nor did he need to have further intersection with him.

On the other hand, the same is true for Ah Fu, he never expected to see the imperial stick when he woke up for the first time, and the fucking imperial stick when he woke up for the second time.

As he lay for hours, opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling towards dawn, he didn't realize he was involved with the red vulture again.

And when he tried to move his body and move his head - he saw a figure from behind, and that figure was washing towels.

He didn't react for a while, but felt that the back was very familiar.

It wasn't until the owner of the back turned around and said to him in exactly the same tone some time ago—"You're awake"—Ah Fu couldn't help feeling that the red vulture was so damn haunting, he was almost beaten to death because of them , and now he actually saved him again.

However, this time it was difficult for Ah Fu to answer the other party's question, because whenever he moved, his whole body would feel pain.His stomach hurt horribly, and his head felt like someone had knocked him out.

He tried his best to trace back the last scene that remained in his memory, but those tortured fragments had been fragmented.What I vaguely remember is that the camel kept talking, and he kept getting beaten.And what the camel said, and what tools those people used to beat him—there were too many kinds, and he couldn't remember.

The only remaining, clearest impression was that Curly had finally finished smoking that cigar.He stood up and stepped on Ah Fu's chest.

He said—do you think I caught the wrong person?

Ah Fu has completely lost the impression of the content of his answer. He seems to say yes, but he seems to say he dare not.

Then a hood was put on him again, followed by a dull pain in his head, and in the end, he didn't remember anything.

The memories made his physical body ache more intensely, as uncomfortable as being pricked by a needle.

But what was more uncomfortable was a part on the left chest, as if a knife was stirring inside.

It never occurred to him that he rejected Red Vulture for the sake of the camel, only to be beaten by the camel instead.

In Baihui, there is really no friendship to talk about. He talked about friendship, so he was hurt very badly.

He doesn't know how long he can live, and the pain now is beyond his imagination.

He also didn't know if he would have the chance to see his parents and younger brother again. Those hopes that he thought he could see after a while had become so slim at this moment.

So Ah Fu doesn't feel lucky.

For a few seconds, he wished he was still lying in that dump.Of course he knew that he was thrown into the garbage dump. He had seen that gangsters always liked to throw them into the garbage dump after being taught a lesson.

It's just what happened after throwing it over - he packed it in a black plastic bag and didn't know anything.

He closed his eyes and ignored the stick, and let the stick wipe the sweat off his forehead, then opened his clothes and inserted a thermometer.

Relying on the sense of touch, Ah Fu felt that he was naked, and couldn't help swallowing silently.

He never thought that he could see everything at a glance. It seems that he will have to pick up a shirt when he leaves later.

He lay like this for a while, and fell asleep again in a daze.

In a hazy state of consciousness, he vaguely heard someone coming in and out, probably more than one stick in the room, and several other team members, including the little forensic doctor.He touched Ah Fu's forehead from time to time, and pressed his neck from time to time.

Ah Fu was touched here and there like a corpse, and occasionally he would twitch violently when he touched an unusual place.

But he didn't want to open his eyes again.

Reason told him that he should be grateful to the imperial stick, but his sensibility made him regret his intersection with the red vulture.So he could only choose to escape, pretending to be sleepy and dizzy in the way he learned from the camel.

After all, Ah Fu was young, so he slept like this until noon the next day, and he couldn't fall asleep anymore.

His body still hurt terribly, but his stomach growled even worse.On the way, he heard belt buckles bumping and someone turning the lock on the gate. He guessed that some red vultures were going to work, so he could only lock him at home.

Ah Fu finally opened his eyes again.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before trying to reach the edge of the bed and the wall.The bed was placed against the window, so he could lift a corner of the curtain and barely see the cramped noon sun outside.

This small room is not like the one in Chigu's house, there are a lot of bottles and cans and various medicine smells, so he can quickly judge that he should be in the little forensic doctor's house - that would be much easier Now, as long as he doesn't face the fierce eyes of the imperial stick, he can think of several reasons to sneak away from the little forensic doctor.

As much as he hated to admit it, there was only one way he could go back to the ghetto.

And, go back as soon as possible.

After a night of rest, the fragments of last night were slowly pieced together.

He realized that Curly Hair didn't completely believe what the camel said, otherwise, with Curly Hair's ruthlessness, he would have killed himself with a single shot.But now he was just beaten up—this was pretending to believe in the camel, and it was also a warning to him, an outsider who was not familiar with the local customs of Baihui.

As long as Ah Fu admits to the beating, and then returns obediently and as soon as possible, he can prove his innocence.

On the contrary, the longer he stayed outside, the more gangsters believed in Camel's lies.

Ah Fu can't get out of Baihui, if he can, he will escape from Baihui even if he is walking at this moment, and he can go to any city or country around him, and he won't stay here anyway.

But it's a pity that he can't get out. He is neither a rich man nor a black crow, golden jackal, and red vulture.

So he's pretty much stuck here.

Then if the camel can betray him for his own life, why should he not do whatever it takes to save his own life.

In the end, Crow Country is a place where you can turn your face, he doesn't believe it, if he drags this injury and has nowhere to turn back, those gangsters who are not wary of him have any reason to believe that he and Red Vulture are all the same .

I see whether you are in a hurry or I am in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Ah Fu tried to get off the bed.

He thought he could stand up, but unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped on the ground, his knees gave way and he fell to the ground. Not only that, he also knocked down the washbasin next to him and the towel hanging on the washbasin.

People outside rushed in when they heard the noise.

Ah Fu hurriedly said that it was all right, I can do it myself, I can do it myself.

But when he raised his head, he was annoyed. He hadn't started yet, so it was a wrong first step.

The one who stayed at home to guard him was not the weak little forensic doctor at all, but the royal stick with two black eyes.

At that moment, Ah Fu was almost suspicious, you said that if you didn't fucking like me, why would you keep staring at me.

Zhigun's IQ is good, but his EQ is probably a little low. Even after Ah Fu told him not to come, he still dragged Ah Fu up.

Ah Fu is not happy anymore, he now feels that if he gets close to the red vulture, he will feel fishy all over his body.He pushed the imperial stick a few times, and finally pushed the imperial stick away a little.

The imperial stick was also a little dazed, standing where he was, watching Ah Fu stagger and stand firmly, and then walked towards the living room step by step.

He silently followed behind. Several times it seemed that Ah Fu was about to fall, and he wanted to take two steps forward, but Ah Fu always raised his hand earlier than he expected, and raised a finger to signal him not to help .

Ah Fu had a large bruise on his kneecap, which should have been hit by a stick before. Although Amin did not find any fractures, there must have been some soft tissue injuries, and his legs were bound to be soft when walking.

Ah Fu looked completely embarrassed. Needless to say, he hadn't put on any clothes yet.He felt that he was about the same as Adam when he just woke up, with a confused mind and slow movements. At this time, an Eve should appear to help him, why the hell is there only a thicker stick than himself beside him.

He picked up a shirt from the sofa, put it on and found that it was short. This shirt probably belonged to Amin, and the cuffs only reached his elbows.

The original plan was to just turn the doorknob and go out in silence and embarrassment. When people encounter embarrassment, it is best to take two measures-one does not speak, and the other does not look at each other, then they can slowly digest the embarrassment, and then let each other His figure disappeared as far as the eye could see.

However, Ah Fu searched for a long time, but couldn't find a pair of pants.

It's really God wanting to keep people.

So in the end, he still had the courage to turn around, and said to the imperial stick—"Officer, you...why would you give me a pair of trousers?"

From the reaction of the imperial stick, Ah Fu can see that the red vultures are indeed used to facing prisoners, so they can do their best to make their eyes extremely fierce, and their movements are very agile and sophisticated, but they don't know much about normal interpersonal communication.

After hearing the edict stick, he didn't realize it, and just looked Ah Fu up and down for a while, his eyes stopped on the soft little stick in his crotch. After a while, he suddenly realized, and hurriedly went into another room to read Ah Fu. ——Why the hell is it the same style in a mental hospital? Could it be that the pajamas issued by the Red Eagles are all the same?

Ah Fu sat down leaning on the sofa, and stopped picking and choosing, and put it on first.

He thought about it too, wearing a shirt and a pair of rotten pajama pants, and he knew that he had a rough night, and it was very likely that he spent the night under a bridge to increase the credibility of pretending to be innocent in front of drug dealers.

The trousers were also shortened, revealing the green marks on Ah Fu's ankles.

"Where are you going?" The imperial stick is fine, and there is still help. Now I finally see Ah Fu's intention to leave.

"Go home." Ah Fu said.

"You can't go back in this situation," Chi Gun said, he frowned, and grabbed Ah Fu's wrist that was pulling up his trouser belt—"If you want to go back, you should go before dawn. What time is it now? If you go back, how do you go?" Where did you go the night before?"

"I can explain." Ah Fu withdrew his hand and glanced at the imperial stick, "Don't worry about it, I won't tell you."

"That's not what I mean," said the imperial stick again—"Even if you want to leave, I have to call a car to take you off, you—"

"You still think that I will reveal your true identities?"

Ah Fu couldn't listen anymore, he broke the imperial stick, and gave him a hard look, "To be honest, I regret saving you, but if I want to confess, I have already explained all the intersections with you last night Yes. But since I admit to the beating, you can do me a favor, officer, and let me go."

Ah Fu really can't stand these groundless speculations and doubts.

As soon as he sold steamed stuffed buns, being suspected by gangsters doesn't count, being betrayed by friends doesn't count, and now the Red Vulture who has rescued himself is going to blindfold him before he is willing to let him go, in case he knows the identity of any Red Vulture. Residence—God, can he poke his eyes.

It seems that good deeds cannot be done indiscriminately, and good deeds also have to bear the consequences.