Teacher Shen took a half step back and his lower back hit the cold marble fireplace.
He saw the young man's pupils shrink into needle-like shapes under the light, as if he was immersed in the bloody scene in the forest.
Suddenly, an owl's cry was heard outside the window. The startled crows flew up and down, hitting the glass, casting huge black shadows in the moonlight.
"If your father knew you were doing this for a woman..."
Teacher Shen stopped talking abruptly.
I watched in shock as he stepped barefoot over the broken porcelain pieces, the blood from his scratched soles leaving winding red lines on the floor.
The young man suddenly grabbed Master Shen's shoulders, digging his fingertips deeply into his military uniform.
"Don't forget, it was me who brought the Nanjing commission... not my father... you'd better watch your mouth"
Teacher Shen was so angry that he was speechless and shook his head helplessly.
The young man sat back on the sofa, playing with a grape in his mouth. The grape rolled between his lips and his eyes revealed a bit of interest.
"It seems a bit deliberate for me to leave now... I'm here as a visitor to Qianjiang, no one will suspect me."
As he spoke, he put the grape into his mouth and bit it gently. The juice splashed out and slid down the corners of his mouth.
Teacher Shen secretly complained, "Are you sure you didn't leave any evidence behind?"
The young man touched the missing obsidian on his sleeve, and his voice suddenly became gentle, "There won't be any evidence."
In Su Jinyu's small house, it was as quiet as a dead night, and the air seemed to be frozen.
The dim light shines through the retro lampshade, casting flickering shadows on the wall, adding a sense of oppression.
Su Jinyu sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her eyes empty, staring straight ahead, motionless.
Qingru walked to her side cautiously, the scissors in her hand flashing coldly under the light.
She slowly cut open the colorless cheongsam.
The fabric of the cheongsam was stiff from being stained with blood and dust, and the scissors made a hissing sound when they cut through it.
Qingru gently wiped the wounds on Su Jinyu's body. Every time she wiped, her heart felt like it was being stabbed.
Looking at the shocking scars on the young lady's body, Qingru's tears fell like beads that had broken off the string, dripping down and hitting the board, splashing tiny teardrops.
How come a healthy person gets hurt like this after just one trip?
Qing Ru kept asking herself this question in her heart, feeling full of self-blame and sadness.
Aunt Wu squatted on the side, her eyes focused and filled with deep heartache.
She carefully washed the blood from Su Jinyu's feet with clean water. The water instantly turned red and rippled in the basin like a blooming blood flower.
Aunt Wu picked up the tweezers, her hands trembling slightly as she carefully picked up the gravel, dead branches, and other indistinct objects that were embedded in her feet bit by bit.
The entire sole of his feet was covered in blood and flesh, it was unbearable to look at.
When the cold disinfectant cotton ball touched the wound on Su Jinyu's wrist, she instinctively curled up.
The room was so quiet that only the sound of two people crying could be heard. The crying was like a sharp knife, piercing everyone's heart.
Outside the door, Mu Sheng stood there, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood seeped into his cuffs along the lines of his palms, but he was unaware.
Every time the landing clock at the end of the corridor swung, the sound of the gears biting together was like a nail being driven into his temple.
He looked at Lu Ling who was running towards him with a medicine box on her back, and a hint of anxiety and anticipation flashed in his eyes.
"I want the best medicine, and I want it to not leave scars."
Mu Sheng's voice was as hoarse as a rusty gun barrel.
Lu Ling was called in an emergency by a phone call. She was jogging all the way, panting.
Before she could catch her breath, she heard Mu Sheng's words and said unhappily, "I haven't seen anyone yet, so I can't guarantee it."
As she spoke, she looked up at Mu Sheng and saw that his eyes were slightly gloomy and he seemed to be trapped in darkness. The despair and self-blame in his eyes made her heart tighten.
Mu Sheng exhaled lightly, and that tone seemed to carry endless helplessness and pleading, "Please."
Lu Ling stepped back in shock. This guy was lying half dead on the hospital bed, and he didn't even say "please".
She felt a little emotional and distressed, "I understand..."
She said softly, then knocked on the door and walked into the room.
Following Lu Ling was Zhang Xin, who walked hurriedly with a serious look on his face.
He looked around and quickly reported: "Brothers didn't find the kidnappers... The police station didn't find them either."
Mu Sheng narrowed his eyes, the scar at the end of his left eye hidden in the shadow, making him look even more mysterious and stern.
"Those who were able to escape unscathed during the lockdown must be either the police or the military... Keep investigating. I want to live."
His voice was low and cold, as if it came from hell, and it exuded a chilling aura.
"yes……"
Zhang Xin took the order, turned around and left quickly. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the silent corridor and gradually disappeared.
Mu Sheng touched the scar on the back of his head and recalled Master Wu’s words, “You can’t protect her.”
Now, can't he protect it?
This thought kept circling in his mind, making his eyes cold and silent, as if they were completely shrouded in darkness.
Inside the room, Lu Ling walked to Su Jinyu's side and began to treat the wound carefully.
Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks.
After treating all the wounds, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and said softly, "The scratches on my body are not a big problem. The wounds on my wrists and soles are more serious. I'll apply medicine for a few more days and let them heal slowly..."
As she spoke, she handed the ointment to Aunt Wu.
"Twice a day, disinfect and then apply ointment. Don't worry, it won't leave scars."
Aunt Wu heaved a sigh of relief, her eyes still red. She held the ointment tightly in her hand, as if holding a glimmer of hope, "Thank you."
"You are welcome"
Lu Ling looked at the woman lying on the bed. Su Jinyu's face was pale and bloodless, and she looked sick. She was beautiful but as fragile as a dodder.
She said casually, "I'm Mu Sheng's friend. I treated him when he was injured before... Your injury is nothing serious and will heal quickly."
Su Jinyu looked into Lu Ling's sparkling eyes, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes, and asked, "He... is often injured?"
Lu Ling seemed to count the number of times Mu Sheng was injured, then sighed, and covered her mouth just as she was about to speak.
"I'm very strict, I can't tell you, if you want to know, just ask him... He's the kind of person who keeps everything to himself."
As she spoke, she shook her head slightly with a helpless smile on her face.
Su Jinyu twitched the corner of his mouth, "It seems that he trusts you very much."
Otherwise, Lu Ling would not have been allowed to treat her injuries.
She went to the hospital with such injuries that she was in the newspaper the next day.
You can't go to the Governor's Office either. The Governor's Office receives too much attention and will be in turmoil at the slightest sign of trouble.
She can go back to her own home.
Lu Ling chatted for a few more seconds and then came out of the room.
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