Zhao Yulin didn't want anyone around him to leave, because there weren't many people around him.

So he hoped that Chen Siyao could live, live peacefully and flourishingly.

Revenge was something that the ancients did after they left. No one would want to avenge their friends, just as no one would want their friends to die in vain.

Mending the fold after the sheep have been lost is a way to make up for the loss, but it can never make up for the regret.

The not very spacious small rental house fell into silence. The only difference was that the scene changed from the bedroom to the living room. The scene did not change, just like when Zhao Yulin first noticed that Chen Siyao was poisoned, it was so silent that even the faintest breath could not be heard.

Like death and mourning.

The rustling sound on the glass window also stopped, no longer noisy and noisy.

Zhao Yulin went to open the window, and a burst of cool air from outside instantly poured into the house, and the air was no longer as dull as before.

Chen Siyao's small house just faced the world outside the community. Through the window, Zhao Yulin saw a corner of the city washed by rain.

There, the lights were still prosperous before the rain, and it seemed that there was no memory of the rain at all.

The heavy rain in midsummer is like this, coming suddenly and leaving without a trace.

The ones who suffer are those who are unprepared, who often have to go out with an umbrella. Some careless people can't find a place to shelter from the rain, and often can only get soaked and become a drowned chicken.

Zhao Yulin thought of his childhood, when the summer rain was so unreasonable, and you couldn't stop it or keep it. Old Feng was a lazy man. He reclaimed two acres of wasteland in Longdong Village and planted some crops such as corn and wheat. He never took care of it. The tasks of watering, spraying pesticides and harvesting grain naturally fell on the shoulders of his disciples.

Zhao Yulin was the youngest and did not have to do those complicated dirty and tiring work, so he took on the simple task of drying grain.

Every hot summer, the grain had to be harvested, dried and stored in the warehouse. Zhao Yulin also began to fight with the weather. He often practiced or played and got into good form. Then the heavy rain came without warning. He could only rush into the rain to save the corn kernels.

If the grain is wet, it will easily go moldy and rot, and if the grain is rotten, he will be beaten.

Old Man Feng has been farming for six years, and Zhao Yulin has been running in the heavy rain for six years. During these six years, he has the most profound understanding of "unpredictable events".

He turned around and sat on the sofa, looking at Chen Siyao who looked like a sleeping beauty next to him. This was another time he witnessed "people's fortunes and misfortunes can change overnight".

Finally, he lit the yellow fruit tree incense cigarette. It had been wet for too long and there was not much smoke left. It was not as comfortable as the pack of Chinese cigarettes that I didn't know whether they were real or fake, and it was quite spicy in the throat.

But he still smoked very quickly, no less than the prisoners who had just been released from prison and had not touched spiritual food for several years.

The thick rising smoke enveloped the originally handsome face, and there was a vague worry in the eyebrows and eyes.

"It is difficult to escape the fate of man. You will always encounter such disasters a few times. I hope your blessing can protect you in time."

Zhao Yulin supported his chin with his left hand, pinched the cigarette with two fingers, and faced the city illuminated by neon lights outside the window, the colorful Yanjing.

Misfortune is the foundation of blessing, and blessing is the root of misfortune.

Zhao Yulin actually did not believe in this kind of coincidence brought by God. All coincidences in the world are mostly the cause and effect cycle caused by the evil of human heart. God is actually innocent.

But at this moment, he really wanted to see the so-called miracle in metaphysics: Chen Siyao was naturally a good police officer. Now her fate has come, so what about the blessings she has accumulated for upholding justice? When will it appear?

...

Zhao Yulin took Chen Siyao's hand for the sixty-fourth time, and his fingertips touched her wrist. The pulse was disordered and weak, but at least it showed that the heartbeat was still there.

Zhao Yulin could not predict whether the pulse would gradually regain vitality, or how long the pulse would beat. All he could do was to pray silently for Chen Siyao in his heart.

The alarm clock on the coffee table moved slowly, and the hour hand quietly scraped off the night sky, allowing the white sky to gradually appear and gradually brighten.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling~

The Garfield-shaped clock suddenly vibrated, making a very harsh and sharp sound.

"It's six o'clock."

Zhao Yulin did not turn off the alarm immediately, but turned to look at Chen Siyao who was still sleeping, wanting to see if the alarm could wake her up.

In fact, the alarm rang for a full minute, but it did not make Chen Siyao open her eyes.

Zhao Yulin then turned the Garfield alarm switch to the other side, and the ringing sound disappeared immediately, but he did not feel quiet, but felt that the atmosphere in the cabin became more silent.

The morning light was dim, and the city that had been dormant all night was popular again. Zhao Yulin put down the alarm clock, got up, and went out to buy breakfast.

I came across three aunts in the community, wearing Tai Chi costumes and holding embroidered sword balls, preparing to go to the square for morning exercises.

There were naturally more people on the street outside. Apart from the elderly who got up early, most of them were office workers rushing to the subway.

Yanjing is prosperous, and the corresponding pace of life is also fast. Zhao Yulin saw the sleepiness and busyness running through the crowd at a glance.

He has never experienced a nine-to-five working life, but he has the same idea as these people, that is, living is not easy.

Everyone survives hard with their own lifestyle. Even a pampered lady like Sun Leling has her own hardships.

But being alive is the luckiest thing in itself.

"Boss, what do girls usually like to eat?"

Zhao Yulin asked, standing in front of a breakfast stall.

The boss was packing food for the customer and answered with a southern accent, laughing, "Girls are afraid of getting fat and dare not eat greasy food. To put it bluntly, they are just saying one thing and thinking another. They like to eat these things very much."

The boss then made a suggestion, asking him to buy some soy milk buns and a meat pie for the two of them to share. Although the meat pie is greasy, it tastes good and no girl can refuse it with a little coaxing.

Zhao Yulin thought it made sense. Chen Siyao was indeed a girl with a different appearance and inner self. She pretended to be a man on the outside, but she decorated her home with a full girlish atmosphere: "Then give me two cups of soy milk, a basket of buns, and a stuffed bun."

...

...

It was the first time that Zhao Yulin brought breakfast to a girl. He didn't know if it would suit Chen Siyao's appetite, but he thought that she would not have the energy to go downstairs to buy food when she woke up. Even if she didn't like it, she could only make do with it.

After giving the money and carrying the breakfast upstairs, Zhao Yulin entered the house and found that Chen Siyao was still sleeping.

"Maybe you are very sleepy?"

He was a little uncertain. He put down his breakfast and picked up the box of Zhonghua cigarettes. He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it. He took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke like a sigh.

Then he sat on the sofa, smoked the cigarette silently, and reached out to push Chen Siyao's body. He

didn't wake up.

So he lit another cigarette and continued smoking.

He could smoke a pack of Huangguoshu cigarettes for two months, but he finished most of the box of Zhonghua cigarettes. After all, he was not used to the feeling of being drunk on cigarettes. His head was a little dizzy, and then he coughed twice and looked at the empty box of cigarettes.

"No more cigarettes." He muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, so there was no reason to continue delaying.

The Chinese cigarette box was thrown into the trash can. Zhao Yulin threw away the lighter covered with sweaty hands, and his fingertips finally touched Chen Siyao's wrist again.

Theoretically, the No. 3 agent will only make the Black Widow poisoner unconscious for about half an hour. This is the experimental result of mice and animals.

After that, whether the poison is detoxified or not, the injected animals will wake up. The animals that successfully detoxify will excrete immediately. The liver and gallbladder organs of those that fail to detoxify will swell and rupture, and the pain is worse than death.

But Chen Siyao slept for more than four hours, which was very different from the results of the animal drug test. Naturally, it did not meet Zhao Yulin's expectations at all, so Zhao Yulin had no confidence at all.

She may still be in the detoxification stage, or she may... have died.

"There's still a pulse!"

Zhao Yulin's eyes lit up. If he's not dead, there's still hope.

This time he took the pulse for a long time. Normally, a pulse diagnosis would take about a minute, but he took five minutes. Finally, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Boom!

The heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and Zhao Yulin was relieved: "He's alive."

He didn't worry about making a wrong diagnosis, because although his medical skills were not as good as Old Man Feng's, Old Man Feng had personally admitted that he had a very high talent for taking pulses, far better than his talent for treatment, and even more accurate than Old Man Feng's diagnosis when he was in his twenties.

And now, his level of pulse diagnosis has been able to keep pace with Old Man Feng, and he can see through all injuries, diseases, illnesses, and poisons.

This was his only skill that could rival old man Feng, so he was naturally confident.

Just taking the pulse might not be as comprehensive as the four diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation, but old man Feng's medical skills were at the pinnacle, and he could diagnose a person with just one of the four diagnostic methods. Zhao Yulin's pulse-taking technique could certainly do the same.

"It depends on when you wake up."

Zhao Yulin carried Chen Siyao to the bed, looked at the bed that seemed very soft and comfortable, and blinked.

He didn't sleep the day before yesterday, and he didn't sleep all night last night, counting the second hand of the alarm clock jumping more than 14,000 times and more than 240 circles. Now that he has endured it, no matter how strong his physical condition is, he is somewhat sleepy.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Yulin finally refused the temptation of the bed and did not sleep. He moved a stool to sit beside him, propped up his head and waited with dull eyes.

"This bed is really soft..."

"It feels comfortable to touch..."

An hour later, Chen Siyao lay on the bed, moaned in her throat, and moved her body.

Zhao Yulin's lifeless face suddenly became energetic, raised his hand, and slapped the beautiful policewoman on the buttocks.

Snap!

It was pleasant and crisp.

Chen Siyao woke up with a cry of pain, sat up suddenly, glared at the man in front of him, murderous eyes: "You hit me?"

Zhao Yulin tilted his head and smiled wickedly: "What you should care about now is that you are still alive, right?" After

such a reminder, Chen Siyao's starry eyes became brighter, and her pretty face was full of surprise and disbelief: "I, I'm not dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Zhao Yulin shrugged.

"Great, I'm not dead!"

Chen Siyao cried and hugged him. She was naturally very excited to have survived a disaster.

Zhao Yulin felt the unique softness of her waist that belonged only to a woman, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to rub her hair. It seemed that the weakness caused by drug experiments on animals did not appear on the policewoman.

"Um, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

He wanted to see if another experimental trait would exist in the human body.

Chen Siyao's arms around Zhao Yulin suddenly tightened, then she let go of her arms, got up from the bed and ran quickly to the bathroom.

"Zhao Yulin, you damn bastard!"

"Why didn't you say it earlier! I peed my pants!"