In the middle of the walk, Little Joe stopped abruptly.

Although she is blind, but so much noise, when she is deaf?

Behind him, the feeling of being followed is more and more intense

Xiao Qiao was about to make a noise when the wind swept by. A figure blocked her and protected her behind. He said in a deep voice, "back up."

"Mr. Ren?"

Then there was a messy sound of footsteps, and about seven or eight people came out.

"Who are you? It's none of your business. You'd better not mind your own business, otherwise... " The other side warned in Japanese.

Little Joe hasn't come back. There's a fierce fight in front of him.

She stood nervously in the same place, only to hear the screams and curses of others, the wind with her fists, and the slow gasping.

Suddenly she felt that her hands had grasped her arm. Before she could fight back, the person who was close to her had fallen down with a cry. She even heard the brittle sound of broken bones.

The fight lasted nearly twenty minutes.

"Who sent you?"

The man's clothes had been cut several times by the blade, which was full of blood. Clearly, he was in a mess, but standing there with a look of evil spirit on his face, he was frightened.

"Rao Give me a break! We're just collecting money for business! "

"Who sent you?" Gu Xingshen repeated.

"Yes, yes Ayami Ono. "

The murderous spirit dissipated immediately.

Is that the singer you saw in the newspaper?

Fortunately, it's not Huo Yandong!

Then there was the sound of a group of people fleeing.

Little Joe followed the voice, felt his arm, felt wet, exclaimed, "are you hurt?"

"No, it's someone else's blood."

"Is it?" Little Joe gave a firm grip, and then heard his cry of pain.

So his face sank, "other people's blood, will you hurt?"

"Take off your clothes!"

Hearing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Little Joe added, "I can't see you anyway."

"I can do it myself."

"You can't bandage your back, and if you move your arm around, it will bleed. Although I can't see, just tell me where the injury is! "

Little Joe simply stopped asking for his advice and dragged over the huge medicine box for her.

Open the box, there is everything in it, which is more complete than the equipment of the hospital.

Gu Xing looked at the big box deeply, and his face was suspicious.

This medicine box can't be just for home use!

Do they often suffer serious injuries, that's why they need them?

No If these three years are really spent in pursuit, it is absolutely impossible for them to leave her.

And the existence of this guest room is also very strange.

The furnishings inside are very complete and clean. It seems that people often come to stay.

That man Who could it be?

Gu Xing looked thoughtfully at a valuable man's watch on the bedside table.

"Tell me where I got hurt." Little Joe's hand was on his arm.

Gu Xingshen came back and said, "up five centimeters."

He touched the wound gently, felt for the wound, washed and disinfected it with alcohol, and then bandaged it with medicine. The technique was quite skillful.

"Where else?"

"Shoulders."

"Here?" Little Joe put his hand on his shoulder.

"Down a little."

"Here?" Move to the clavicle.

"Further down."

"Found..." Gong Xiaoqiao put his hand on the skin of his chest at the edge of the wound, groping a little, estimating how long the wound was.

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