The rain outside the window was still falling continuously, hitting the windows of the room continuously, making a monotonous and hypnotic sound.

Under the dim yellow light in the room, Shen Kong was looking down to check his upper body.

The body was thin and pale, obviously rarely seeing the sun. The young man's tight and smooth skin was wrapped with protruding ribs, and there were not many truly strong muscles from the chest to the lower abdomen. It was obvious that his shoulders could not carry anything, his hands could not lift anything, his limbs were weak, and he was very different from the kidnapper B from last time.

My physical condition was not very good this time. I could clearly feel the powerlessness after just a few simple steps.

The victory just now was basically due to his cleverness and his experience walking on the line between life and death, rather than the strength of this body itself.

Chen Kong gently turned his shoulder blades and frowned slightly - although he was very careful, he was still inevitably scratched. His shoulders and flanks showed a glaring purple cyanosis, which looked particularly shocking on his pale skin.

Fortunately, they were only minor injuries.

Shen Kong simply rubbed the medicinal oil he found in the room onto the wound and put on his clothes.

At this moment, the door of the bathroom not far away was pushed open, and Han Li, steaming all over, walked out. His wet black hair stuck tightly to his cheeks, softening his cold and hard facial features.

He was still wearing the old clothes that Shen Kong had taken out of the closet, and fortunately, the two were of similar stature, so it didn't look out of place.

Han Li raised his eyes to look at Chen Kong and said in a low voice:

"Thanks before."

Shen Kong raised his eyelids, lazily pointed to the stool beside the bed, and ordered: "Sit down."

Han Li limped forward obediently and sat down on the chair nicely.

"Lift up your trouser legs."

Han Li paused, looked at Chen Kong intently, then bent down and slowly rolled up his trouser legs.

——From the bony ankles, to the slender calves, to the blue and black swollen knees.

There were three crooked scars across the knee, lying on the purple-red wound like an ugly centipede, and were pushed up by the swollen and congested skin, looking like some kind of horrible living creature.

Chen Kong frowned slightly. He remembered that the doctor said that Han Li's legs would have sequelae. Now it seemed to be more serious than he thought.

In addition, it was a rainy day today, and he had been severely injured before. Han Li did not say a word from beginning to end, and never asked Chen Kong to walk slower. Instead, he limped behind him, which surprised Chen Kong. It seemed that this kid had good endurance, at least much better than the autistic little poor guy in the previous plot.

He poured the medicated oil into his palms, rubbed his hands together skillfully, and then pressed them on Han Li's knees.

The burning palm, as hot as charcoal, pressed against the cold and wet skin without warning. Han Li shuddered slightly from the heat and subconsciously pursed his lips.

Shen Kong said in a deep voice: “Don’t move.”

As he moved, Han Li felt his knees hurt more, but the deep chill that penetrated deep into his bones seemed to be easing, as if his entire calf was set on fire by that hot, blazing palm, radiating heat from deep within his muscles, warming and soothing his injured, icy bones and tendons.

Han Li pursed his lips, tightened his fingers slightly, and his entire calf began to subconsciously tense up.

Chen Kong pressed the bones under his skin skillfully, and his flexible fingertips skillfully slid across the gaps between the bones, pressing the burning medicinal oil from the body temperature points into the texture of the skin.

It only took two or three minutes, but it seemed like half a century. Han Li felt his back starting to get hot and sweaty, and his forehead and nose were covered with a layer of fine sweat beads. The whole room was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.

Shen Kong stood up, stretched his muscles, and then went to the bathroom to wash off the remaining medicinal oil on his hands.

Han Li, who was left alone in the living room, lowered his trouser legs and carefully moved his knees. He felt that the stiff and swollen wounds on his knees were no longer painful. Even the cold and severe pain that had tortured him for many years during the rainy season had obviously eased a lot. He looked up in surprise at the bathroom where the sound of water splashed, and his dark eyes showed a complicated expression:

"You, what medicine are you taking?"

Shen Kong turned off the faucet, walked out of the bathroom, and answered nonchalantly:

"It's just ordinary medicinal oil. I bought it at the drugstore next door for twenty yuan."

He did not lie about this. Cheng Chen's family was not well off, and the medicines for injuries and bruises they had at home were all very cheap and common products.

Chen Kong has been struggling in danger and escaping death for so many years that he can be considered a doctor. He is not only an expert in breaking other people's bones, but also has extraordinary experience in treating his own wounds.

He took out an extra quilt from the closet and threw it on the sofa, not bothering to give up his position in the master bedroom:

"You sleep here."

After saying that, Shen Kong yawned, ignored Han Li, and fell back on the bed.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, but no matter how many times he pressed the power button, the screen was completely black with no response at all. When he shook it hard, water droplets dripped out from the gap on the side of the phone - it was a very cheap machine to begin with, and it completely froze after being soaked in rain.

Shen Kong fiddled with it for a while, then threw the completely damaged phone aside, squinted his eyes lazily, and began to miss the millions he had pried from the kidnappers last time.

Although part of it was paid to the doctor, there is still more than 4 million US dollars left. I don’t know if the money earned at the last time can be withdrawn at this time...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful - he should have taken the eight million from the Zhao family before leaving.

In the previous world, Shen Kong's attitude towards money was very casual.

After all, he was doing a job that was precarious and he would not see tomorrow after today.

He is used to earning enough money at one time to support an ordinary person in their lifetime, and then spending it all in one night. He is always very knowledgeable about spending money. Chen Kong is the one who can always find the most bizarre ways to squander money, and then turn around and leave without any regrets when his pockets are empty - so his attitude towards consumption is very optimistic: life is a playground, everything is up to you, and you can withdraw at any time.

Shen Kong rested his head on his arm, staring at a small dark stain seeping out from the edge of the dirty ceiling, thinking absentmindedly:

Maybe... with this temporary identity, he could go out and earn a little money occasionally?

The window was hit by the night wind carrying raindrops, making a faint clanging sound in the silent and dark night, which seemed particularly clear and abrupt in the quiet room.

Han Li had already made the bed. He lay down on the sofa, his eyes slightly closed, staring thoughtfully at Chen Kong who was lying not far away.

He remembered this student——

Cheng Chen has just transferred to this school for half a year. He is a good student, but he is very withdrawn and seems to be deliberately excluded and isolated.

Although Han Li seldom came to school, he was well aware of most of the things that happened in the class, especially when there were transfer students in the class - after all, he had to always be on guard against the Han family in the capital noticing his secret actions here, and Han Li had experienced the dirty tricks used by the Han family eight years ago, and his unpreparedness and blind trust cost him a leg.

But when facing the person in front of him, Han Li found that he didn't know the slightest bit about him.

He seemed indifferent to everything around him, but beneath this appearance there seemed to be a kind of paranoid and extreme sense of justice.

The strangest thing was that he seemed to have no idea of ​​himself.

And... maybe it was because of the circumstances of their encounter, the other party seemed to be protecting him as if he were some kind of weakling... ?

You know, no one who has come into contact with Han Li dares to look at him as a weak person. He rarely shows up in school, and those students who don't know him at all always instinctively treat him with a certain degree of awe and caution.

And the other party's contempt was mixed with a vague feeling of protection...very strange.

But for some reason, Han Li didn't hate it.

The author has something to say: Because of the previous identity setting of the protagonist, all chapters have been rewritten starting from Chapter 7