Chapter 913

The doctor in charge of Jingzhi's daily life is an Asian girl with black hair and black eyes. She is wearing a full set of protective mask and plastic gloves. She seems to be afraid of being infected.

She handed the hot water to Jing Zhi and said in fluent English, "I haven't seen a more powerful virus than the virus in your body. Eat it. You can't die."

Her aging tone makes Jingzhi doubt her age.

"How old are you?"

The girl lied without blinking: "nearly forty."

Jing Zhi doesn't believe it. He steps forward and stares at her transparent mask. "You're not forty, are you fourteen?"

"Fourteen? I'm a veteran doctor in the Research Institute. What can't I do about virus culture, bacterial reproduction and human stem cell transplantation? If I can learn so much, I will be the first genius in the world! "

Jing Zhi still doesn't believe it.

Let's not talk about the doctor's young face. Just listen to her voice, we know that she must not be 40 years old.

However, there is nothing else in the Research Institute, that is, there are many kinds of old monsters.

In order to prolong life and delay aging, they have developed a variety of drugs, which can completely maintain the appearance of young people.

The doctor in charge of his diet may not be a teenager, but he is definitely not 40.

No matter how botulinum toxin and hyaluronic acid are used, no matter how anti-aging drugs are used, the skin condition of a 40 year old woman can not be the same as that of a teenage girl.

Jing Zhi doesn't really care about the age of the doctor. He doesn't care at all.

Anyway, it is possible that in a few days, the doctor will also be infected with the virus and die directly.

At the thought of this, Jing Zhi is a little strange.

At present, the doctor seems to have been in charge of his diet for more than a year. Why hasn't he died?

The people who take care of him will be killed by him in a rage. This little doctor is not dead, and his life is too big, right?

Forget it, I don't want to. It's not surprising that I live for a long time occasionally. Peter has been with him all the time. He hasn't died for years.

He ate the delicious and fragrant Turkey, enjoying the snow and filling his stomach. He drank a lot of water and felt satisfied.

It's the happiest Christmas he's had in six years!

Jingzhi killed a huge turkey and ate two apples and two oranges.

He thought that it was the abnormal conscience of the research institute that made him enjoy a delicious meal, but he didn't know how much effort and manpower Jingrui had spent in order to let him live in a room with windows and eat these things.

After eating and drinking enough, Jing Zhi lazily lies back on the bed and lets the little doctor re connect all kinds of instruments for him. He also takes the initiative to extend his left hand to her and let her insert an infusion needle.

He was gnawing an orange in his right hand. Looking at the doctor's skillful injection, he asked, "what's your name? Did you take care of me before? "

The research projects in the research institute are extremely dangerous, so most of the time doctors wear big masks and white caps, only showing two eyes.

It's not very difficult to identify a person only by his eyes, so Jing Zhi can't remember a person basically. He remembers people by their voice.

He remembered the doctor's voice, but he couldn't see her all the time.

The girl was silent for a while. Just when Jing Zhi thought she would not answer, she said in Chinese, "my name is Shu Yin."

Jingzhi was surprised: "shade? What a strange name. "

He spoke Chinese by accident, and even he didn't realize how natural he was when he said it.

"Comfortable comfort, the sound of music."

Shu Yin's light explanation seems not surprised that Jing Zhi can speak Chinese.

She didn't seem to have the slightest intention of talking to Jing Zhiduo. She packed up her things and pushed the dining car out.

"Hey, don't you have an English name?"

Shuyin steps slightly: "cherry, you can call me if you have something."

With that, she pushed the dining car away and left Jingzhi alone, thinking, "when did I learn Chinese?"

Jingzhi is gnawing at the orange in distress. When he is halfway there, a very familiar feeling suddenly appears in his mind.

He always felt as if someone had taught him how to eat oranges before.

It seems that it's wrong to eat the skin together?

Jing zhileng looks at the half orange left in his hand. Where is the man who once peeled the orange for him?

He spread out the palm of his left hand, looking at the two light blue handwriting on the palm, tears flowed down inexplicably.

He cried and ate the orange, and then lay down on the bed with the only one left, ready to go to bed.

But he accidentally glanced at it and found that there were small Chinese characters carved on the skin at the bottom of the orange!The handwriting is carved with a sharp blade, which is not very obvious, but if you look carefully, you can still see the Chinese characters on it:

fool, are you not skinned?

Jing Zhi suddenly sleeps completely, Teng suddenly sits up from the bed, the infusion needle is pulled down for the second time, and the instruments connected to him are rattling by him!

Brother!

Jingzhi is ecstatic!

I don't know why, he intuitively thinks that the engraver is brother!

My brother is by his side!

Jing Zhi sat on the bed and laughed silently.

It seems that his vague memory is not wrong, he has a brother, and his brother is still alive!

My brother knew that he was here. Every time he saved the day, was he helping? Was the man who fished him out of the sea last night also his brother?

Like a child, he held the orange tightly in his arms, sobbing and giggling.

……

Jing Rui, dressed in a black killer suit, kneels down in front of a long and narrow glass window and observes his target through the sniper mirror.

The curtains in the room were all drawn, dark and gloomy, and more solemn.

He knelt there, motionless, like a sculpture.

After waiting for two hours and 47 minutes, the target finally appeared in the position suitable for shooting.

With a bang, the bullet went through the hole that had been dug in the glass of the room, quickly penetrated the French windows of the villa opposite, and shot into a man's chest, breaking his heart.

After a successful attack, Jingrui quickly puts away his equipment and prepares to leave.

There was a slight "Ding" sound from the wireless headset. He took out his mobile phone to unlock it. Then he saw the latest message:

boss, the oranges have been delivered. He is very happy at Christmas and is crying now.

Jing Rui's cold face suddenly shows a faint smile, melting all the ice in this winter.