double burial

Chapter 17

The originally chaotic night ended neatly after the woman woke up.

Cang Yun, who sneaked into the base alone, died, and his body was burned to the ground.Zhong Lu was controlled by Yan Xun who rushed over, and most of Cang Yun's subordinates were recruited. Based on Xiao Xinran's principle of not killing innocent people, Yan Xun handled it cautiously, so there were not many casualties.

But Xiao Xinran didn't know about all this.After she was injured, the woman took her away immediately, and Yan Xun took care of the follow-up matters.

The territory is in the suburbs, and there is no hospital within a hundred miles. Moreover, with such an obvious gunshot wound, she has a special status, so she can only go to Qinrong's own hospital to be safe.In desperation, the woman wrapped the unconscious Xiao Xinran in a shawl and brought her into a nearby hotel.

The luggage she brought along with the first aid kit is in the city, and right now she has nothing but a gun and money.

... Fortunately, rich.For the first time, she felt that money was a useful thing.

A call was made to the service desk, and a waiter brought up simple first aid supplies in a short while.She looked through, iodine, cotton swabs, gauze, bandages, emergency suture kits, and a bottle of anti-inflammatory drugs, no narcotics.

She has the most experience in dealing with gunshot wounds, and because Xiao Xinran dodged in time, the bullet stayed in the body avoiding the internal organs and large blood vessels, which is the best treatment type.

According to the woman's visual inspection, the blood loss is not much, far from shock, and Xiao Xinran will go into a coma, probably due to her constant physical weakness and severe pain, so it is not dangerous.

The woman pressed the wound tightly to stop the bleeding. At this time, her wrist was almost stiff, so she moved briefly, put on medical gloves, and began to disinfect the dagger she was carrying.The air was filled with the smell of iodine and a strong smell of blood, making it messy.

After the dagger was sterilized, it was put aside. The woman leaned over to pick up Xiao Xinran, took off her coat, and began to unbutton her blood-stained shirt.Just after untying the two, the wrist was held by a cold hand.

Raising his head, he met Xiao Xinran's slightly tired gaze. He looked at her coolly and calmly.

"It's not the right time to wake up, the wound hasn't been treated yet." The woman glanced at her, and easily let go of her weak grip, and continued to unbutton the button until the wound was completely exposed.The white skin is covered with bright red blood nets, red and white, it is a sigh of beauty.

Xiao Xinran was a little dazed, she lowered her eyes to look at the bloody wound on her waist, then looked around, and finally turned her eyes back to the woman's face, looking at her suspiciously.

The woman held the dagger in her hand, and said casually: "Cang Yun is dead, Zhong Lu, I will stay on the observation platform, and your people should take her away. Now that the follow-up matters have been arranged, there is no need to worry about it now." Think." While speaking, the dagger touched the bloody wound.

"Actually, I'm curious. With your meticulousness, why did you not expect that I would be captured?" The woman changed the subject, her tone was clear and clear, without any hostility, as if she was really confused.

Xiao Xinran heard the teasing in her tone, her eyelashes trembled, and she looked away, a blush appeared on her pale face for no reason, and her whole body became softer.

Seeing her reaction, the woman smiled softly, moved her hands neatly, and the dagger pressed the wound and cut it down.Enlarging the wound is the first step in dealing with gunshot wounds.Maybe it was the woman who had been diverting her attention. After being stabbed, Xiao Xinran didn't say a word, but her hands tightly clutched the bed sheet under her body to relieve the pain.

The dagger was cold and hard, tormenting her wound. She struggled to speak, her voice trembling with extreme forbearance: "Your affairs have never been under my control."

There was also fine sweat on the woman's forehead, and the dagger in her hand was steadily cleaning up the necrotic tissue caused by the gunshot wound, and she still did not forget to talk to her: "You can control it, just let the explosives detonate, why bother to fight for my life and death?" Do the most dangerous thing. I have hurt you for many years, you should hate me." The woman usually cherishes words like gold, but tonight she speaks without restraint as if drunk, and said a lot of meaningless words.

"I always thought... thought I hated you, didn't you treat me the same way?" At this point, the dagger turned the blade deep in the wound, gouging out a small piece of tissue burned by the bullet.The pain was piercing, she gritted her teeth and endured it, not making a sound, and the rest of the words didn't enter her belly.

The woman looked up at her, and said without any disturbance: "Call out the pain, don't you feel tired after holding it all the time?"

Xiao Xinran seemed to be really exhausted, she closed her eyes, still quietly bearing the severe pain of the wound, her face was very pale.The broken hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to the sideburns, and sweat continued to flow down the white neck.

After the necrotic tissue was cleaned up, the woman put down the dagger, wiped her cold sweat, changed to tweezers, and started to take out bullets and fragments.The tip of the tweezers poked and hooked in the bloody mess, which was a crueler torture than the sharpness of the dagger.The woman's movements are precise, and every time the tweezers enter the wound, they will not return empty-handed, causing her to suffer unnecessary pain.

Xiao Xinran also cooperated very well. Under severe pain, people would instinctively curl up and tremble, but she tried her best to keep quiet and stable, making it easier for women to deal with it.

The woman saw that she was really struggling, so she continued to talk to distract her: "You said, 'you think', so what about the reality?" After asking, she remembered that she seemed unable to speak, so she answered for her, "You don't think so?" Hate me. You trust me like I trust you."

At the same time, the tweezers finally picked up the bullet deeply embedded in the flesh, and pulled back to take out the bullet.The red oasis that had stopped just now became surging again, the woman quickly cut a section of gauze and pressed the wound with force.

Xiao Xinran still closed her eyes tightly, and after a while, she said, "When did you ever trust me?"

The woman's tone was very flat: "I have always believed in you." Seeing that the blood had almost stopped, she carefully removed the gauze and began to disinfect the wound.

"I have believed in you since we first met, and this trust has never changed. It's just that there are many unavoidable things in the future that make you feel that I don't believe in you." The woman replied slowly while cleaning the wound.

Xiao Xinran finally opened her eyes, but she didn't even have the strength to tilt her head. Naturally, she couldn't see the woman, so she could only lower her eyes, enduring the extreme pain caused by the iodine wine on the wound, and said softly, "I'm fine, you don't need to." Tell me this to trick me."

"I'm coaxing you, but it's also the truth." After the woman had been sterilized, she began to unpack the stitching bag.After getting ready, she found that the wound couldn't fit when lying down, so she leaned over and hugged Xiao Xinran, letting her lean on the head of the bed.

When Xiao Xinran saw that she took out the sewing needle and thread, she seemed to lower her eyes nervously, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

The wound was very long, and more than 20 stitches were needed to suture it. Without anesthesia, such torture was really too cruel.

The woman picked up the curved suture needle with tweezers, and when she turned around to see her like this, the apex of her heart seemed to be stabbed, and there was a sudden pain.Xiao Xinran raised her eyes to look at her, turned her head slightly, her bloodless thin lips curled into a restrained arc, and stopped moving.

The woman sat down by the bed, stared at her quietly for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and hugged her in her arms.Still wearing rubber gloves on her hands, the woman pressed her frozen head with her wrists, let her rest on her shoulder, and then gently patted her thin back.

She is comforting her.

The person in his arms exhaled warmly and quickly, and it landed on her neck, itching slightly.Immediately, the woman felt Xiao Xinran move her arms, slowly circled behind her, and hugged her back.

In an instant, it was as if a floodgate had been opened in her heart, and a turbulent warm current poured out continuously.

But after a while, the person in his arms adjusted his breathing and calmed down.Seeing that she was ready, the woman gently let go of her hand, supported her to lean back, and began to sew up the wound.

The bent suture needle pierced the wound, and the woman said, "Let me tell you a story about what I have done in the past few years."

After 10 minutes passed, the last needle finally came out of the flesh, and the woman's story came to an end.Xiao Xinran leaned on the soft pillow with her head down, the shirt on her body was completely soaked in cold sweat, and she was unable to respond at all.The woman even wondered if she really heard the ending clearly.

After tying the knot at the end of the suture, the woman carefully cleaned the blood around the wound, pasted the wound with gauze soaked in anti-inflammatory drugs, and wrapped the wound around her waist with a bandage.When she looked up again, she found that Xiao Xinran had opened her eyes, looking at her complicatedly.

The woman sensed that she seemed to have something to say, so she put down what she was holding and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Why...why are you telling me this?"

The woman suddenly smiled, she seemed very happy, her usually cold eyebrows and eyes were stained with honey, and she answered her: "Because I don't want you to hate me more than making you blame yourself."

I don't want you to hate me more than make you blame yourself.

She and the woman also paid a lot for each other silently, but when the dust settled, their views were completely opposite.She is even more afraid of the woman's self-blame, but she is willing to bear the woman's hatred; and the woman hopes to clear up the past with her, and is willing to pay more for it.

It is hard to tell which side is the most affectionate.

Xiao Xinran closed her eyes, hot liquid dripped from the corners of her eyes, soaking a piece of water on the pillow towel.The woman raised her hand, rubbed lightly at the end of her eyes, and wiped a drop of the most bitter liquid in the world.

When he fought back, Xiao Xinran grabbed his wrist.

She was extremely exhausted, and seemed to be about to fall asleep, but with the last bit of energy left, she wanted to say another word, a very important word.

"Do you know?" Xiao Xinran opened her eyes, the corners of which were still flushed, like a quiet sunset in late autumn, "I never hated you."

The woman held her cold hand in her palm: "Yes, I know. Go to sleep."

After a while, the woman looked at Xiao Xinran who was sleeping peacefully, and sighed with pity.In the past few years, on countless nights, she often looked at her quietly in the dark when she was asleep late at night, showing such an unbearable expression.

The close-fitting shirt has been soaked in blood and cold sweat, and it sticks to the skin almost transparently, outlining the graceful curves of the body.The woman saw that she seemed to be sleeping very uncomfortably, so she quickly unbuttoned her shirt, went to get a towel and hot water, carefully cleaned the blood stains on her body, and changed into clean pajamas.

The pajamas provided by the hotel didn't fit well, and they were baggy on her body, making her look thinner and thinner.The woman bent down and rubbed off the fabric of her left shoulder, where there was a long scar on the fair and tender skin, which looked old.Xiao Xinran has suffered many injuries, but due to her special constitution, she rarely leaves scars, unless the wounds are too deep or cannot heal for a long time, just like the mottled and overlapping scars on her wrists.The woman's fingers stroked the scar, and after a while, she pressed her cold and soft lips to it, and kissed it lightly.

There seemed to be countless regrets and regrets, all of which were contained in this kiss.

The night is over half, and the sky is about to dawn.At daybreak, she got up again, gritted her teeth to endure the discomfort and pain in her body, and became her President Xiao.The huge Qin Rong was under her leadership, and the burden was so heavy that she couldn't breathe for a moment.

These years, counting as only three years, the woman met her in battle.The woman had worked so hard to hide the countless unavoidable injuries, so she could only keep hypnotizing herself, making out the fake show of hating her.Hatred has almost become a habit, and the habit has turned into obsession, which has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, because only in this way can we hide from the sky and fight for a sliver of life for myself and Xiao Xinran.

It turns out that not only love can be transformed into obsession, but also hatred.

Four years ago, she woke up from a big dream and forgot all her past.The memory is like a movie with fuzzy pictures. In the remaining pages, the sun is full of blood, corpses are everywhere, and the hatred that penetrates the bones fills the limbs and bones through the gunshots. It will crush her to pieces in the next second. But it is another world.

Into a clean and tidy ward, a young woman stood upright in the snow-white, with a pretty face, looking at her lightly with a pair of starry eyes, the black pupils were like deep swirls, which made people unconsciously deep into her eyes. deep fall.The man had a cool and good voice, and he spoke with the aura of a leader who was not angry and arrogant, and solved countless doubts in her heart in a few words.

The man told her that she was a killer and a private detective who was seriously injured and lost her memory during a mission.I came here especially for the name, wishing to be a bole, if she can still do things, I will give out tens of thousands of dollars for help; even if things can't be done, I will guarantee her safety and provide her with everything she wants.

She just finds it ridiculous.Name, age, biography, she had forgotten all of these, and she could only be told by an irrelevant person, and she still had to believe it.Even if she loses her memory, she is by no means a person at the mercy of others.

The man didn't persuade him much, he only said one sentence: If you believe me, you will be a member of my Xiao family from now on, if you don't believe me, you will be rootless duckweed.The man told her that he was the daughter of Xiao's parents, named Xiao Xinran.

She obviously shouldn't believe it, but for some reason, she still believed that person a little bit.The next step was to recuperate and leave the hospital. It was only when she was assassinated in the middle of the night that she realized the true meaning of "rootless duckweed".A killer can no longer play any value without his master, and may die at any time.

When I saw Xiao Xinran again, it was in a teahouse.The proprietress Zhong Lu cooked good tea, and Xiao Xinran had a beautiful appearance and elegant demeanor amidst the aroma of the tea, treating her neither humble nor condescending.Although the words are light, the words are sincere and sincere.She is not an old-fashioned person, since the conditions are favorable, she is willing to go there.

Then came the days when the tip of the knife rolled on the muzzle of the gun.Xiao Xinran customized an almost perfect pistol for her, and when she was assassinated for the first time, she was surprised to find that her marksmanship and kung fu were not bad.In this way, she had a little more trust in what Xiao Xinran said about the past.

The turmoil and bloodiness in life often overlap with some pictures in memory inexplicably, and the inherent coldness and indifference gradually returns, filling her ice-carved body little by little.

She has no name and doesn't need one.She is a person who lives in the dark, all she needs is a life and a gun, and the rest is nothingness.

The relationship between her and Xiao Xinran has gradually become more subtle. It seems that she is not an employer and an employee, but she has more initiative.This high-ranking woman admires her skills very much, and she is often amazed by Xiao Xinran's intelligence and skills.

When I first met her, she was just a manager who held a meager share. She could clearly see how she fought her way up to the position of vice president, and how she secretly transferred assets and manipulated the huge group at every step. Chu.However, his subordinates are still loyal to her, and all of them are willing to work for her.

She has been living in Xiao Xinran's private house, which can be regarded as cohabitation, but the time they really spend together in the same room is very seldom.She was busy, and Xiao Xinran would only be busier. Even if they were at home at the same time, the huge house and their indifferent personalities prevented them from interacting too much.

If we talk about heart-to-heart, it's probably the inexplicable birthday three years ago.She woke up from the chaos and didn't know when her birthday was, or even her own age, but Xiao Xinran picked up the day when she woke up and prepared a table of exquisite delicacies for her.She never thought that Xiao Xinran's cooking skills were so proficient, nor did she think that she would miss herself so much.

Without prior notice, Xiao Xinran actually didn't know if she, who was always erratic, would come back that night.The killer got up in the morning and went out, and it was not even known whether he could get home safely at night, but Xiao Xinran made all the preparations to celebrate her birthday.

Fortunately, she came back that night and didn't make her wait all night.

In fact, if there were no incidents back then, maybe they would be friends...

Back then, whether it was a mistake or intentional for a long time, that incident happened bloody in the end, changed all the tracks, and pushed the two of them into the abyss of eternal doom.Suffering, suffering, one torment lasted for three years.

Dawn was breaking and the east was getting whiter. In the dream, Xiao Xinran felt a hand caressing between her brows, which was icy cold, and slowly smoothed her frowning brows.

The author has something to say: The author said that he likes the drama of abuse of the body very much.Sister Xiao Yu beat me up.