Chapter 53 Section IX

Job looked at his watch, and he was about to go downstairs to the doctor's room and stand there like a lover.After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Maria also fainted once yesterday." I was casually looking at the case, and said casually: "You gave her capsules yesterday? Why did the onset take so long?" He said: "No, I was going to take her to eat hot pot yesterday. In Chinatown, there is a fish hot pot restaurant called Big Fish, which is very famous." "By the way, why did you take such a lady to eat fish hot pot?" "This river fresh hot pot is super delicious. I haven't eaten it for many years, and she said that I can take her wherever I want."

Damn, do they mean that they want to eat hot pot with you? Job later described to us that their car was parked in front of the restaurant, and Maria passed out as soon as she got out of the car, fell on the back seat of the car, and lost consciousness for 20 to 30 minutes.He wanted to drive her to my place for emergency treatment, but Maria woke up again on the way, saying that it was because she was too tired last night, and she refused to see a doctor. I asked, "Where she fainted, what was around?" "Right in front of a huge fish tank, tsk tsk, there are all kinds of river fish, such as carmine, sand river group, rock group... where are they imported from?!"

"I know you're homesick, Job, but is it okay for us to start discussing how much we eat?" I rubbed my chin in silence, thought for a long time, and opened a folder on the computer, which contained all the information about Maria we had collected in the past few months. I browsed one by one, and a thought was like a flame. The same faintly lit up in my mind. How to kill Maria? It's easy to fight head-to-head, but that's not our style. Besides, Job and I have always had a heart disease that we can't let go of, that is, the Vietnamese butchers who burned our tavern and beat our guests last time.They had met Job, and even though Maria was just behind the scenes and did not contact them directly for business, they were still in New York, so they had a good chance to meet again.At that time, an IQ of 18 is not enough to hold the scene, and we have to use force to have a value of 250, but the two of us add up to only 80.

Of course, the meaning of the word "murder" is not to kill, but to conspire. People like me and Job, since we came to New York with the belief of eradicating weeds, have no intention of letting the target live to see the Christmas lights this year. . We patiently waited for the opportunity to end this errand. Job continued to cheer up and socialize with Maria. At the same time, Mimi gave me almost all his outpatient tasks. She worked eighteen hours a day, and I was exhausted. As high as the barefoot doctor in the country clinic, but I have no complaints and no regrets—whatever I gain, I will lose. I owe him a big favor, and I have to work hard to repay it.The only thing that bothered us was David. After he took Maria's recording, he never answered the phone in my house. At first I told him that he was trying to find a way to get back to New York safely without anyone noticing. , but over time, things started to go a little wrong.

My hunch came true soon.One day, Mimi went to do "medical experiments" again, and I was at home helping a man who specialized in underground money business deal with his intestinal obstruction problem, and finally took out a lighter from inside.He was a little embarrassed and wanted to explain the ins and outs to me. I told him that I had very little courage in life, and I really didn't want to waste another point with him. "Speaking of courage in life." He said with a grin while lifting his pants, "I personally think that David Dee from AFK is the real courageous person. The whole world knows that his wife wore more than two hundred hats for him. The cuckold is designed to inherit the property after he dies, and he can accompany her around the world as if nothing had happened."

I was drinking water, almost choked to death by myself, put down the glass and asked, "Who? Where? When did it happen?" He raised his thumb: "Two days ago, Wall Street." "you sure?" "It's not wrong. The woman owes us a lot of money. She kept pleading that her husband is missing and cannot access the bank account. Now it's time to pay it back." I left him and ran, bumping into Job at the elevator entrance.He jumped out, moving so fast that his trousers were about to fall off, his face was blue, he grabbed me head-on and pushed me into the room, saying hurriedly: "Hurry up and pack up, let's go!"

It's easy to pack things, the only thing worth money is the Kick the Rabbit dress that hasn't been returned.I was jumping around and called Job: "Did you see David Dee too? With his wife?" He wandered around, cursing: "I just feel that the past two days are not right. People disappeared, calls were not answered, and she couldn't be blocked at the places she often went to. Today I went directly to her door and just happened to see her. David Dee is downstairs. Feed and piss to grow up, and finally raised a white-eyed wolf! Cross the river and tear down the bridge!"

if not?What else can you feed a handful of shit and urine! There are many doubts about this matter. No matter how magnanimous and merciful a man is, he will not be so depraved that he has to settle down with his wife who deliberately killed her husband and get back together. "No, I have to go and see." He glanced at me: "Look at what?" "Look at David." "What's the meaning?" My professional dignity firmly prevailed: "I wonder how he is doing." As expected of a brother, Job immediately understood what I meant: "You are worried that you haven't cured him, and now he comes back to seek Mary's help, because you need someone to tie the bell?"

"My friend, you are really smart! That's right, because I came to New York in a hurry, I gave David a conservative treatment. His symptoms must not be cured. I explained to him that it is not a matter of ability, but a matter of time." , but it's normal for him to be suspicious. Where in the world is there a doctor who is willing to say that he is incompetent, let alone a secret doctor like me who is clearly interested in money?" Job thought for a while, then shook his head: "He didn't reconcile with Maria because of this, he must have scruples about her."

He said it very firmly, consistently. But I couldn't get rid of that little doubt. I was willing to trust Job's judgment on everything, except for matters related to my profession. The situation is very dangerous now. If David becomes the enemy, maybe all the information has been passed to Maria. For us, this is Napoleon's Waterloo and Hitler's Stalingrad.Thirty-six strategies are the best, and if you keep it, you will risk your life, but why do I have a strong urge to "I will go if I want to die"? "I'm going to see it!!" I repeated, very firmly. Job looked at me, and said flatly, "Oh, then I'll accompany you."

We pack our travel bags.Mimi is undergoing surgery elsewhere, and I can't say goodbye to him with tears and hugs. As for what I want to entrust him to do for me, I can only explain it in a text message, and I don't know if the time will be right. As soon as I walked to the door, a sense of fear as cold as ice and snow surrounded me from head to toe. In front of Job and I, the elevator doors opened slowly. There were three elevators, and one person walked out of each. It's not that enemies don't get together! Butchers. Three friends with short stature and dull appearance stood in front of us in a Chinese character, as if they were showing a logo, and the leader (I completely forgot whether it was the leader last time) nodded to me: " Stay safe." The bone-chilling voice was even more impressive. Job and I backed away, backed up, backed up, thinking that if we moved fast enough, we could slam the door shut and call 911.The so-called lesser of two evils, I don't mind being deported by the Immigration Bureau in the name of illegal residence. But reality hit my teeth with a spoonful of cold water—a black man with a bald head, a pair of sullen blue eyes, and flesh the size of a soccer ball emerged from the fire escape, leisurely climbed up the window sill, and sat there facing each other. We smiled: "Then, there should be no one in the room, right? This place is often visited by bigwigs, but we have waited for a long time for all the visitors to leave." Someone actually answered in the bedroom: "Yeah, looking at the weak faces of the two, they don't seem to be very capable of fighting. They actually want to dispatch our three groups of troops. It seems that those who hate you really hate you to the bone!" It turned out to be a voice like a silver bell, and Job and I trembled and glanced at it—the super hot clothes with ponytails, black breeches and a half-length vest.Waiting there to kill us is a classy Latin hottie with faceted makeup and eyebrows that look like they're having a good time.Leaning against the door, she pursed her red lips and smiled at us: "There's no need to shake hands and tell each other names, you're all going to die anyway." I asked Job, "Is it too late to use your beauty trap?" He said calmly: "It's too late, but you definitely don't have enough time to change your gender into a beautiful woman to deal with the other two sides." I agree with this statement, so the conclusion is that we can only do nothing.At the last moment, the only thing I prayed was that Mimi would not come back suddenly, because she was involved in a revenge incident after receiving an old classmate who was not doing business properly, and was hacked to death together. Two medical geniuses met at the same time. The bald black guy looted, and the Latin babes also looted, and the butchers approached slowly, looking like they wanted to avenge the fact that they were scared by an ice cube in the No. 10 tavern and fled.I really regret that I didn't thoroughly investigate the drinkers present at that time. If Brother J could be found, I wouldn't be able to fall to this point now--by the way, it's none of our business. Job seemed to be a bit nobler than me. He sighed and murmured, "I regret why you didn't let you rescue those vegetative people before coming to New York. What will they do now?" The butchers paid no attention to what we were saying, and they got close enough to us that the thin-bladed knife reappeared in their hands without anyone noticing.The three of them surrounded us, only a short distance away from us, and they put on a posture of chopping stuffing for buns.I turned my head to look, and there was a bloodthirsty sweet smile on the corner of the Latin beauty's mouth, and her eyes were greedy, while the bald black guy didn't care, and his eyes moved out of the window.The sun is just right, the building is too high, and the sounds of the world cannot be heard. The tranquility is like a kind of trance, as if you can wake up from a light dream in the next blink of an eye. But Job and I may never wake up again. There is no regret at this moment. Those who study medicine have experienced too many births, old ages, illnesses and deaths. The human body is like pork, and you eat it when you want to eat it. Blood, dreams, love, memories, nostalgia, cherishment, concern, and lovesickness are all fleeting dewdrops, and there is nothing worth reminiscing about. I just thought, what the hell am I going to do to cure David? The knife was bright and fast like a galloping horse. When I raised my head slightly, my eyes blurred. The terror of dying was accompanied by dizziness, which made half of my body stiff. But I'm not dead, not this moment. The knife landed on my right shoulder, very close to the carotid artery, and the blade was firmly clamped by the shoulder blade. In a short time, no blood flowed out. I was out of my body in pain, and Job was on the side, also crying and howling—these three The bastard is obviously not ready to give us a good time. "Hey, it's not kind to torture prisoners. Sooner or later, you will be punished." The Latin beauty sweetly interfaced: "Retribution? Does anyone really believe this? I really look forward to many years for those who were killed to come back to me, but I have always been disappointed." She walked over twisting and twisting, her slender and powerful fingers flicked on the thin-edged knife, and the knife jumped out of my body, and then she poked my wound with her nails, the pain was devastating, occupying me It touched every nerve and every pore of mine, and it couldn't go away, sinking deeper and deeper. I assure you, I have never been so miserable in my life.I finally understand what it feels like for those patients who are held down by Mimi for appendix surgery after half anesthesia. She obviously had a good time, but the butchers were dissatisfied with her sudden interruption. Under the stern gaze of six small eyes, the Latin beauty retreated resentfully, and before leaving, she did not forget to concoct Job.This little boy has more backbone than me, so he didn't hum, but shed two lines of tears silently. We both had tons of images of Japanese horror manga we read when we were bored flashing through our minds. "What should I do?" Job asked me with his eyes and gestures, "Is it feasible to commit suicide by biting one's tongue?" I shook my head authoritatively: "There is no way, it would be better to be beaten to death by them." The knife light reappears.It was too late to talk to Job, and the other shoulder was immediately crippled.From a professional point of view, I know that this is actually only a moderate trauma, not fatal enough, the problem is that it can be ignored without saying anything. But that's the end of the matter. Because someone sighed outside the door and said: "You useless wood, you kill people as soon as you kill them, and you insist on engaging in these formalisms, useless wood is useless wood, no matter how you paint it, you can't make a climate." All of us looked out, and I wondered if Mimi came back and sacrificed her life for righteousness? Then my eyeballs fell into my navel. There was a fat man standing at the door, really fat, his two small eyes seemed to be embedded in the flesh, but they were piercing, like two small pearls being buried.He is very big, his fat is swaying as he walks, and his whole person is simply the graphic embodiment of the word "straightforward". That's an acquaintance. Not too familiar.Mu San, the cook of No. 10 Tavern, is especially good at making shredded beef, but makes all other foods worse than shit.He has suffered from three highs for many years, has constant gout, often takes leave and misses work.The boss sometimes asked him to help Job clean a table, and he could unload the table into eight pieces in protest. Now he stood there dusty, still wearing the chef's uniform, as if he came to New York from tens of thousands of miles away, panting after speaking. I quietly asked Job: "Did he not be cut into a vegetable?" Job rolled his eyes: "I completely forgot about him, he often disappears while playing, it's not like you don't know about it." The movements of the killers all stopped. This kind of silence is really ominous, the Latin hot girl and the bald black guy slowly walked over, and stood together with the butchers to form a mutual echo and cover fan.The Latin hottie slowly fumbled the black submachine gun from under her breeches, her fingers were steady, but I didn't miss the panic in her eyes. Mu San shook his head, his words were ironic: "Really?" He looked around at the people in front of him.Almost when that gaze arrived, I suddenly felt a gust of wind pass by me with the cool breath of the end of winter, as soft as a lover's touch or a baby's breath, but it was too fast to imagine. The house was quieter. Job and I took a closer look.There are two more holes in the earlobe of the Latin hot girl, which is suitable for hanging earrings; the bald black guy has sixteen "ring scars" on his head, which looks like a Buddha; It is more difficult to take a knife after gurgling blood. A little crystal hangs from all the wounds—that's ice. No one was angry, uttered a sound, or tried to resist any more, and everyone was quickly suppressed by that ghost-making money second, life-saving first, and this principle must be followed in any line of work! The killers made the most sensible choice, which is to leave silently.When they passed by Mu San, they all nodded their heads in deep respect - the killer, like the doctor, has a basic awe of the master. Job and I took a big breath and slipped to the ground.Mu San knelt down to see us, and after confirming that we would not die, he said to Job: "The boss said, he will come back in a month, and if No. Ding is Ding Mao and Maodi was chopped up." After speaking, he left without a single stumbling block, and disappeared within half a minute.I regained my breath and got up, found something to bandage the wounds of myself and Job, and asked him, "Musan is Killer J?" He nodded.After thinking about it, I immediately became excited: "If Mimi finds out, don't tell me!" He shook his head again, and after the first bout of weakness from blood loss subsided, he licked his lips and said, "It's not Mimi, and I didn't know that Mu San was J, but I drew apples on the wall of the tavern to tell that killer We're going to New York, and if we want to put in a pole, we'll follow quickly." "You really don't know?" "Damn it, look at Musan's appearance and you will know it!!" That's right.While muttering, the phone suddenly vibrated. I glanced at it and jumped up. Ignoring that he was seriously injured and needed to recuperate, he pushed Job and ran away.He screamed in pain and scolded me angrily: "What are you doing? Let go, mother, it hurts me to death!" I didn't have time to pity his body, so I hailed a taxi at the intersection and went straight to Rose Deep.Wiping cold sweat in the car, I told Job, "The time has come." He gasped.