Zhui Ming checked them all and found that none of them had a pulse.
Looking at the people lying in pools of blood, the man remained expressionless, his thoughts unreadable.
On the other side, after Chuanliu helped Jia escape from the council hall, they hid in a room on the fourth floor, in a place far away from the sounds of fighting.
At this point, Jia was already very weak. He staggered two steps, his legs gave way, and he almost fell.
The man sat on the ground, panting heavily, and felt another wave of dizziness.
He seemed to want to justify his earlier failure to help, and said to Chuanliu:
"That's not what I meant... I only said that so that the assassin would let you go."
"Brother Jia, I'm so sorry, I almost wronged you. I'm so sorry."
The girl cried her eyes out and nodded repeatedly.
Jia felt somewhat relieved.
The woman's cries still echoed in his ears.
Gradually, the sound of the flowing water became indistinct, like countless mosquitoes buzzing in his ears, but he had no time to distinguish it.
His mind was shrouded in a thick fog, a chaotic mess, unable to make sense of his thoughts; his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a feeling of emptiness washed over him like a tide.
As Jia kept rubbing his nose, that yearning grew wildly in his heart, almost threatening to devour him.
His breathing gradually became rapid, each breath accompanied by convulsions of his body. His consciousness oscillated between fainting and lucidity, as if he might fall into endless darkness at any moment.
"No, I can't take it anymore!"
His voice was filled with despair.
Chuanliu tried his best to control him and tentatively asked, "Brother Jia, what's wrong?"
Give him the medicine!
Give him the medicine!
He stumbled and fell to the ground, his hands groping haphazardly, trying to find the familiar white powder that could bring him a moment of peace.
"Give me medicine! Give me medicine!"
He muttered to himself, his consciousness and reason beginning to fade.
Chuanliu stood aside, coldly watching him.
The girl's voice seemed to come from a distant place, drifting and uncertain.
"Brother Jia, what did you say?"
But Jia was deaf to anything at that moment, and all he wanted to do was fill the emptiness in his heart with drugs.
"Medicine, give me medicine, give me medicine!" he cried urgently.
Chuanliu stood looking down at the man and asked in a puzzled voice:
"Brother Jia, what kind of medicine are you talking about?"
However, Jia had lost his mind. He clung tightly to Chuanliu's ankles as if he had found a lifeline.
His body was trembling uncontrollably, and saliva and foam were dripping from the corners of his mouth, making him look extremely disheveled.
"Sister Qiao, give it to me! Please, give me the medicine!"
His voice carried an unprecedented pleading and fawning tone, as if he were begging something from a supreme being.
Seeing that Chuanliu still didn't react, Jia suddenly got down on all fours, stuck out his buttocks, and started barking like a dog.
"Master! Please, Master! Woof woof!"
This scene added a touch of shock to Chuanliu's eyes, who had been watching indifferently.
She couldn't believe her eyes. This once high-ranking, arrogant middle-aged man was now unconsciously barking like a dog, and he seemed quite skilled at it.
This is definitely not a coincidence!
Chuanliu understood that Jia had completely lost his mind at this moment, and this barking behavior was definitely not the first time.
So, who was he trying to impress before?
Who exactly is he trying to please?
Chuanliu frowned as he looked at the man on the ground who was still bleeding and had lost all human behavior, and a strange chill ran through him.
I have a feeling that there are deeper secrets and relationships hidden within this.
"Woof woof woof!"
Jia was still barking at her legs, completely absorbed in his own world.
Chuanliu suppressed the chill in his heart, squatted down, and gently patted Jia Zuowei's head.
This action immediately elicited even more excited barking from the man.
"Woof woof woof woof!"
He seemed to have completely forgotten his identity and situation, and was simply responding instinctively to Chuan Liu's movements.
Chuanliu guided her with a gentle voice:
"Sweetie, I'm asking you, who am I?"
Jia shook his head, his eyes vacant, muttering incoherently:
"Sister Qiao, you're Sister Qiao. I'm my master's dog. Medicine, give the dog medicine!"
Chuanliu felt a wave of nausea, but she forced herself to endure the discomfort and continued to press for answers:
"What does Sister Qiao do?"
Jia stuck out his tongue, imitating a dog, and looked at Chuanliu with a fawning expression.
"Sister Qiao is my master."
Chuanliu frowned. She knew time was running out and she had to seize the opportunity to gather more information.
So she tried her best to make her voice sound gentle and kind.
"But how do you know I definitely have what you want?"
Jia muttered to himself:
"Yes, Sister Qiao must have it! I'm a dog! I'm a dog! Woof woof woof..."
His voice grew increasingly agitated, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Looking at the man in front of him, Chuanliu felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.
She knew that asking any further would be pointless. The man had been completely consumed by desire and drugs, turning him into a mad monster.
Standing up, Chuanliu looked down at Jia Zuowei on the ground, overwhelmed with emotion.
She finally understood why Xu Zhi was able to gain the support of almost everyone before the vote.
It's probably not just about "Xu being more capable" or "Xu giving more".
Who would want to be ruled by someone who might lose their mind at any moment, be manipulated by others, and ultimately just bark like a dog?
Chuanliu took a deep breath, and all that entered his nostrils was the smell of blood and stench.
She pretended to comfort the man.
"Sweetie, stand up, stand up and I'll go get it for you."
"Woof woof!"
Jia's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up with her help.
After confirming that Jia Zuowei could walk, she took out that handkerchief again—the handkerchief she had once used to wipe Jia Zuowei's sweat.
The things that Kosode once bought at great expense are now wrapped inside.
Just in case, Chuanliu had already taken action when he poured tea for Jia.
And the so-called wiping of his sweat later on was just to enhance the effect.
However, she miscalculated one thing: she didn't expect Jia Zuowei to be in so much pain that he couldn't fall into a coma.
She hadn't expected Jia Zuowei to suddenly lose his temper.
The girl walked up to the man, who was excited but weak, and wiped the sweat from his face with her handkerchief again.
Then a fire burned the handkerchief to ashes.
She led him outside, pointing in a direction that crossed the fourth-floor railing and led to the center of the lobby.
Chuanliu said calmly:
"Go, into that statue."
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