Chapter 41 Instigator

The bags on the bed were spread out here and there, before they could be zipped up, revealing a dazzling red color, which belonged to a well-tailored evening dress, or a glass bottle of lip gloss.The closet was empty, like the desolation after looting, and the bathroom was a mess after looting, inadvertently revealing a trace of haste to escape, but permeated with the crispness and thoroughness of never returning.It was a clean smell, but I don't know whether the washed away lead is covering the sad face with frowning eyebrows and weeping, or covering the bright and blooming joyful face.

There are traces of living in the house everywhere, and the dim light of the chandelier seems to be bidding farewell to memories.The coffee pot in the kitchen was kept running for the first time, and the hot steam from it was accompanied by a beeping sound, waking up the owner from the tired nap. With a click, the coffee pot light went out.Pour strong coffee into the cup, add a small spoon, a coaster, and a touch of salt. Packs of small gifts are stuffed into big bags, the heaviness is the heart. Suddenly there was the whistle of a police car outside the window, but she didn't stop.A delicate wooden box is stuffed into another big bag, that kind of heaviness is a promise.

There was a bang, and her movements paused slightly.Was it the sound of gunfire, a prophecy of doom?She walked to the window and looked out, the flashing red not far away was a warning of danger. A similar sound came from a closer place, it was the TV in the living room, chattering ignorantly.She walked over and saw the live news, another prison escape case.What happened to America's prisons, out of control?She picked up the coffee and sat down on the sofa. At some point, she became particularly interested in the bloody news.The news said that a Chinese man who escaped from prison was shot dead by a trash can on the side of the road after more than three months of escape.The scruffy beard, uneven hair, and haggard eyes ended the already gloomy life of this fugitive in the most unbeautiful way.

Looking at the face of the deceased, An Ran could no longer be calm. The hazy mist is even more blurred than the frosted glass in the bathroom.Could it be that he came out of the bathroom with a warm towel in his hand. "Hurry up, you're going to be late for the meeting again." An Jing urged. "Don't move around after vomiting." Mo Fei sat beside her nervously and handed her the hot towel. "Don't be so nervous, the doctor said it's normal." An Jing smiled softly, and gently wiped her lips with a towel. Mo Fei helped her comb her long hair, "My secretary used to be a mother, and she didn't respond at all."

"Are you envious?" An Jing thought he was cute. "I feel sorry for you." Mo Fei didn't hide it. "Go." An Jing changed the subject directly. Mo Fei got up, took his bag, "have a good rest." Smile quietly.Suddenly, the phone rang, and An Jing picked it up, with a restless expression on his face. The airport in the morning is always busy.An Ran checked in her luggage, and walked around the airport shop with a small milky white bag on her back.However, her steps were not brisk.Although the agreement is beautiful, it is never light.When it was time, she boarded the plane safely, took off her thick coat, opened the luggage above her head, stood on tiptoes, and stretched out her hands. Just as she was about to exert herself, she suddenly felt that her hands were empty.Reflexively turning her head, An Ran almost cried out.

"You?" An Ran's eyes were filled with surprise, surprise. "What's wrong with me?" The person who answered the call smiled, his smile was clean and not stained with dust. "You are so secretive!" An Ran pushed him. "You too." The man replied. An Ran smiled knowingly, without arguing.She did not announce the agreed final date to anyone, but no one stipulated that others could not choose this day as the final return date. When Fu Junze stepped into the gate of the police station, Situ Kang's car quickly stopped him. "Murder!" Jun Ze shouted with a smile.

"Murder? I'm afraid you'll commit suicide!" Situ Kang's voice was louder than his, "Why don't you turn on your phone and treat yourself like a clairvoyant?" "Hey, have you eaten gunpowder?" Jun Ze was puzzled by Situ's roar. Situ raised one corner of his mouth, "Do you still remember your three-year agreement? If you yell at me again, I will make your agreement an expired nonsense." As the plane took off, An Ran subconsciously opened her mouth and took a deep breath.The person next to him stretched out his hand to press the acupuncture point next to An Jing's ear, and pressed gently.

"I said to Mencius, if there is an all-around competition for doctors, you will probably be the champion." "How can I be so good?" The person next to him was Mencius who left Hong Kong on the same day as An Ran, and now, they also returned on the same day. "You are destined to be an extraordinary character." An Ran smiled and pulled his hand away, "You are a person who came back from the dead!" "Hey, I'm still alive." "Who said that?" An Ran blinked playfully, "Old Master Meng?" Mencius smiled helplessly. Facing An Ran's cold humor, he really had to save face.But only for a moment, Mencius shook his head lightly and said: "If there is a resurrection in this world, I hope that it will be Meng Die."

Then, there was silence. The silent world can be cold and dead, or it can be moist and beautiful.In the preserved underground laboratory, the pure ice coffin seals the beautiful life at the critical point of life and death. Immortality is the gift of the owner of this ice coffin to the world.