dear archimedes

Chapter 63 The Adventures of Candy House (10)
As soon as she entered the door, Zhen Ai couldn't help asking: "Why did you suddenly become so strange?"

He didn't answer, turned his back to her, locked the door firmly, and turned around very slowly, like a frail old man, walking in front of her step by step.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and he slumped against the tall cabinet, looking at her with a faint smile.

The sky was dim, and his face was frighteningly pale.

Zhen Ai immediately turned on the light.

He leaned against the cabinet, his side face was fair and weak, his right hand trembled, his fingers loosened, and a half-remained wooden arrow fell from the sleeve of his black windbreaker onto the carpet.

The front end was broken off, and blood was still sticking to the crack.

Zhen Ai seemed to understand, and rushed over to pull off his windbreaker like crazy, and was instantly shocked out of her wits.On his left chest was a large piece of bright red blood stains, and the rusty arrowhead was completely hidden in it.

She looked up in astonishment: "SA..."

Is this what he blocked her in the darkness just now?

He forced himself to walk for so long as if nothing had happened!

Along the way, he led her to the end of the crowd, how sad and frightened was he?
No wonder his hands were so hard at that time, and he was holding back the trembling. Was he afraid that if there was another attack, he wouldn't be able to defend her?
"Shh! Be quiet." He put his index finger against her lips, his face was as white as paper, and he smiled faintly, "I'm fine."

Zhen Ai burst into tears, and ran outside: "I'm going to find Mr. Butler and Miss Maid."

"Don't..." He held her back, struggling to say one more word, "Don't let anyone know that I was hurt, otherwise, I really can't protect you."

He smiled palely, heartbroken.

Among the people outside, besides the murderer, there are also the killers of the organization; besides the killers of the organization, there are also...

He had never thought that Arthur would come in person.

His Zhen Ai, how should he protect her?
Until now, he was still thinking about her safety.

Zhen Ai's tears poured down bigger and bigger; he smiled weakly, brushed away her tears with his long fingers, took out a thin knife from his pocket, and stuffed it into her hand.

Zhen Ai wiped away tears: "Isn't this the scalpel that killed the doctor?"

"Well, when I was looking for you just now, I was worried that the murderer had other weapons on him, so I pulled out the doctor's knife." Yan Su squeezed her hand tightly, "Ai, help me take out the arrow."

Zhen Ai was startled, and immediately shook her head: "The wind and rain have subsided, let's leave by boat, and leave now."

Yan Su grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back, and said in a low voice, "I can't go anymore." He lowered his head against her forehead, his eyes were still clear, looking into the bottom of her heart,
"Ai, listen to me carefully. I know my condition very well. The arrow didn't hit an artery, it didn't hurt a bone, it didn't hurt a heart, it just pierced into a muscle. It won't bleed much."

After finishing speaking, he laughed self-deprecatingly: "He pulled back, maybe he didn't want to kill me here."

Zhen Ai thought that the "he" Yan Su mentioned was the murderer, so she didn't pay attention.

She helped him sit down, and carefully took off his clothes to check the wound.

Visually, the arrowhead is about two centimeters wide and about the same depth.As Yan Su said, the wound was below the heart, between the two ribs.Blood seeped out slowly and continuously.

After the initial heartache and panic, Zhen Ai calmed down.

What Yan Su said is absolutely correct.The arrow must be taken out as soon as possible. Although keeping it inside will slow down the bleeding, it will greatly increase the risk of infection and complications. Waiting for four or five hours will not make it through.

Zhen Ai observed the wound initially, and she had a general idea in her heart, she nodded to Yan Su: "Okay!"

She made the quilt, helped him to lie down, took out the emergency kit and first aid kit from the cabinet, and cleaned up the room.Concave mirror, flashlight, cotton alcohol, bandage tourniquet, candle lighter are all available.

She used a candlestick to set up a concave mirror and a flashlight to ensure that the light shining on Yan Su's chest was bright enough, and lit a wine fire to sterilize the scalpel.

When everything was ready for the operation, Zhen Ai suddenly realized that there was no anesthetic!
If you think about it seriously, Fort No. 7 is the place for experiments, ether, procaine hydrochloride, sodium phenobarbital, ethyl carbamate... even one of them will definitely be found in the laboratory.

But before he got up, his ankle was held by him.

Compared with the strong light gathered on his chest, his eyes were pitch black: "I don't need anesthetic."

His thoughts were clearly seen by him, and her voice trembled: "No need for anesthesia? Do you know how painful it is!"

"I know."

He stopped her words lightly, and said intermittently, "You know, the despair I felt when I couldn't find you in the castle? You know the pain I felt when I heard that you were locked in the ice cellar? In the mood to die?"

Zhen Ai stopped, and tears flooded up again.

"But SA, it will really hurt. I'll be careful this time and make sure nothing will happen, okay? Let me get the anesthetic." She cried and tried to break free from her ankle, but he was dead Hooped, not the slightest loose.

"Compared to lying here, worrying about whether you will encounter danger on the way to find medicine, and whether you will not be able to return; compared to this kind of suffering, I think a few knives are nothing." His lips were pale. , trying to smile lightly,
"If you don't believe me, let's make a bet. I will definitely not cry out for pain. Maybe I can discuss who is the murderer while wielding a knife."

He relaxed as if nothing had happened, but she couldn't laugh.

At this time, there was a sharp noise outside the door.

Zhen Ai became vigilant and focused all her energy on her ears.Yan Su was taken aback for a moment, but he reflexively wanted to sit up and stop her behind him.Seeing this, Zhen Ai rushed forward and grabbed his shoulders, pressing him tightly against the quilt.

The sound insulation of the room is very good, but you can still hear the outside sound clearly, which shows how loud the people outside are.

Across a wall, in the corridor, a group of people stood facing each other, only the model was missing.

The writer who has always been the most prone to panic and panic, this time with overwhelming anger, shouted at the housekeeper and maid: "Everyone is in the room, only you two are outside! The wax figure of the lady model is shattered into powder! Don't you know?"

The maid seemed to have experienced an unbearable threat, trembling all over, lowering her head and crying, unable to speak;

The butler scowled at the writer with a sullen face, "I've been with her all this time, and the maid never destroyed the model's wax figure, nor did she hurt her."

"That's what you two conspired with!" The author was rarely irritable and frantic.

"I think Mr. Lawyer is more or less the same." The actor folded his chest, retorted sharply, stared at the lawyer coldly,

"Just now, the maid suggested that everyone go back to the living room and wait for the police. But lawyer, you insist that you are safest staying in the house. The model lady also supports you. Now it's all right, she died so that there is not even a scum left .We were all in our rooms, but maybe it was you who went out and destroyed the model's wax figure and killed her."

The lawyer also lost his usual poise, and angrily scolded: "I never left the room! It was the maid who pushed open the door of the ice cellar and smashed the lady model inside."

"I didn't know that Miss Model was in the freezer," the maid cried miserably. "You told me to search everywhere. I thought that Ms. Student was locked in the freezer before, so I went to check. I don't know who put the freezer away." The temperature was adjusted to -148. When the door hit, she was broken."

The maid covered her face and squatted on the ground crying loudly, shaking her head desperately, unable to accept the scene just now: "It wasn't me, I didn't know she was inside. I really didn't know."

The kindergarten teacher's face was pale: "Don't make any noise. From now on, we all go to the living room, and no one can leave half a step until the police come!"

Everyone was silent, staring at the void blankly, their eyes full of bone-chilling fear.

In their entire lives, whether they saw it with their own eyes, heard it, or learned it from works of art, no matter what, they had never seen such a terrifying method of killing.

Living people were thrown into the ice cellar, and the temperature suddenly dropped by several hundred degrees, instantly turning them into brittle and hard ice sculptures.Hit it, it was shattered into powder, not even a drop of blood flowed.

Inside the room, Zhen Ai's face suddenly turned pale.A few hours ago, the biting cold in the No. 7 ice cellar was still lingering around me, but now the models are locked in the ice cellar at minus 100 degrees?
Instantly frozen into brittle ice?

Zhen Ai's bones hurt from hearing this, who is so insane?

She leaned on his shoulder, turning her head.

His side face was downcast and weak, his eyes were downcast, his expression was unclear, without a trace of emotion, but it made Zhen Ai feel an unprecedented powerlessness.She remembered his words in the hallway: "I want to protect everyone here, but obviously that's impossible."

She didn't know how to comfort him, so she stuck to his ear and said softly, "SA, don't be sad. I'll listen to you and not go out. Okay?"

His gaze moved over and landed on her face, and he smiled lightly, extremely pale.

Zhen Ai got up, all her thoughts were focused on his left chest.The arrowheads were rusted, mixed with tattered cloth.

She took a cotton ball from the alcohol bowl and cleaned his wound, and when he came across him, his whole body tensed up, his chest muscles swelled up instantly, and the whole cotton was stained red with blood.

She gritted her teeth not to look at his face, and lowered her head to wipe the deep part of the wound vigorously with alcohol cotton. He trembled again, his fists grabbed the quilt, his knuckles were white, and his veins were bulging.

Zhen Xinxin was trembling, but her hands were steady, she squinted her eyes slightly, and moved the knife very quickly, gouging out a small piece of injured muscle tissue on his chest in one go.His body under his hands was stretched like a bowstring stretched all over, ready to break at any moment.

Zhen Ai couldn't help it, and when she glanced at him, his lips were pale with pain, his lips were almost bitten off, and the frown was covered with sweat.If he went on like this, sooner or later, he would faint from pain.

Zhen Ai compared his wound with her fingers, she knew it well.

After the severe pain passed, Yan Su saw her stop, looked down, his voice was intermittent, but forced to be calm: "I'm fine."

Zhen Ai didn't answer, she bent down suddenly, and covered his pale and sweaty lips with her mouth.

Yan Su was dazed at first, still immersed in the explosion-like pain.Gradually, it seemed as if her mind had regained consciousness, and her eyes became more focused, and she saw her eyes so close at hand, as dark as night, extremely peaceful.

He forgot the pain for a moment, and even moved his dry lips, instinctively wanting to cater to her.

And when she sensed it, a light flashed in her black eyes, and she was cruel, and the thin blade pierced into his chest by 2 centimeters, drawing a circle around the flesh and blood around the arrow steadily, neatly.

When the knife edge was picked, the arrow cloth mixed with fuzzy flesh and blood was thrown out.

Yan Su's pupils darkened, and he felt that all his nerves were broken at that moment, and reflexively sucked her lips hard, Zhen Ai almost fell down in pain.

But he realized his behavior a second later and quickly let go of her.

He collapsed to the extreme in embarrassment, still didn't make a sound, but took a few breaths of air-conditioning, his heart beat fast, but his breathing was extremely slow, enduring the severe pain bit by bit.

After all this tossing, Zhen Ai was also sweating profusely, but she dared not relax.She got up quickly, saw that his wound was basically dug clean, quickly applied medicine to him, and tied a tourniquet on him.

When it was all over, she was as tired as a dehydrated dog.And he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, looking at her quietly and weakly.

Zhen Ai leaned over to get closer, his gaze followed her quietly up, clear and wet.

She brushed his sweaty hair, put her lips against his face, and coaxed softly: "Close your eyes and rest for a while, okay?"

His voice was hoarse: "I don't want you to leave my sight."

Zhen Ai made another stand, she should have known that he was so stubborn by nature.

She stopped persuading him, fetched warm water from the bathroom, wiped his face and body, and cleaned herself up again.

She was worried that he was in unbearable pain, so she was distracted by talking to him: "How is it? I have a girlfriend who can use knives, so I don't have to worry about going out?"

He didn't have the strength to speak, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

She proudly raised her chin: "Do you know my benefits now?"

He still looked at her and smiled.

Seeing his chapped lips, Zhen Ai remembered the scene of him feeding her water, her heart moved, she took a small cup of warm water, and put it into his mouth mouth to mouth.

Perhaps because he was too weak, he was rarely seen as docile and soft, very obedient and obedient, letting her manipulate him.

She put the water into his mouth bit by bit, and was still reluctant to leave. She shook her head and rubbed it against his lips: "I won't drink too much for you, just moisten your throat."

He replied: "Okay."

She lowered her head, inexplicably liking his weakness at the moment, and added, "There are still lips."

Yan Suning paused for half a second, then smiled suddenly: "Your pain relief method is very effective, I appreciate it very much."

Zhen Ai blinked: "Only for you."

"Of course." He raised his eyebrows, and there was a kind of other kind of beauty on his pale face, "Others don't deserve it."

She was happy, bit her lip and smiled, rubbed against his face several times, took a deep breath, and murmured: "SA, I really like your smell." As if it wasn't enough, repeat it again, " I like the smell of you."

Yan Su fell silent, and decided that he could not deceive and conceal Zhen Ai, so he said seriously and sincerely: "Ai, in fact, the reason why people have a smell is because their pores sweat."

"So..." Zhen Ai looked at him with a gray face.

Will it die without destroying the atmosphere?

Someone quickly explained: "But don't get me wrong, human sweat is actually odorless. But the bacteria on the skin change the chemical structure of sweat, which makes it smell." (It's better to misunderstand)
He looked at her honestly, sure, "So, you actually like the germs on me. Not me."

"..."

If it was another woman, I would be speechless; but...

Zhen Ai was stunned for a second, then nodded with great understanding: "That's it." Touching Yan Su's body, "Then you will extract it for me to study someday. I will plant tens of thousands of bacteria and put them at home."

Yan Su: "But I can't smell myself. I like yours."

Zhen Ai: "Then plant some of mine too."

"Okay." Yan Su nodded, "But we have to sweat."

"..."

After finishing speaking, he frowned slightly and said to himself: "I respect your interest, but in fact, I personally hate bacteria very much. It's not clean, very dirty."

He frowned and remained silent for a while, "Except for bifidobacteria."

Zhen Ai lay beside her, tilting her head: "There are also lactic acid bacteria."

"Oh, I like that too.  … Otherwise there would be no yogurt."

Zhen Ai propped her chin and looked up at the sky, "I also like Staphylococcus aureus, the color is so beautiful."

"Don't be fooled by appearances, it's bad bacteria."

The two chatted in detail, and an hour later they basically reached an agreement.

There are 379 species of bacteria that they like in common, 7137 species that Zhen Ai likes alone, and 0 species that Yansu likes alone.

After Zhen Ai listed her favorites, she drank a large glass of water dryly, and then found that Yan Su had not fallen asleep, and was still listening with gusto.

She felt that they had really found true love for each other.

After talking about bacteria, the topic returned to another issue of their common interest, the case.

Zhen Ai lay beside him and asked, "Is there more than one murderer in these murders?"

Yan Su looked at her sideways, and asked without answering, "Where did you see that?"

"I don't know what the scene of the model's death was like, but the host's killing was so strange, it was completely different from the previous deaths. In the doctor's case, the power went out for more than ten seconds, and the murderer was fast, accurate and ruthless; boxing In the case in hand, the secret room murdered, the scene was clean, and the boxer had no resistance; the murderer was very powerful and powerful.

But the host's case, the scene was a mess, the rope was strangled, and the host's head was smashed to the corner of the case table, it was too messy.I suspect it's not alone. "

Yan Su looked at the brilliance on her face indifferently, and liked the atmosphere of discussing with her like this. After she finished speaking, he smiled slightly: "The mode of death of the host determines that there is only one person who can kill him. Ai, The crime scene says it all."

How to die?Crime scene?
Zhen Ai was taken aback, why didn't she think of it?
Someone strangled the host with a rope, and he was very tall, over 190cm.The tallest model among women is less than 180cm. As for men, Yanzu is 188cm. According to his standard, the housekeeper is 188cm, the writer is about 180cm, and the lawyer... is taller than the host.

"Why did the lawyer kill the host?"

(End of this chapter)