One thought in love

Chapter 641 I'm Not a Female Hooligan! 1
"Huh?" Fang Jiaran narrowed his eyes, still in a daze, rubbing his eyes gently with his fingers on the corners of his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Those people are here! We must leave!" Wen Ren said in a deep voice.

"What!" Fang Jiaran sat up suddenly as if being poured with cold water, and the sleepiness on his face disappeared immediately.

Wen Ren took a look at Fang Jiaran's clothes, a short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, which can be worn to go out.

He said: "There is no need to change clothes, let's go right away, there is no time!"

Hearing this, he took out the duffel bag that Qiao Zhongxuan had brought under the bed the day he brought it, and took out two guns from under the layers of clothes inside.

This time, he didn't need to explain to Fang Jiaran how to use it, he didn't need to say anything, he just handed the gun to her, and Fang Jiaran took it without saying a word, and loaded it neatly.

Even in such an urgent situation, Wenren still blew a loud whistle.

"You are quite skilled!" Wenren said with a smile.

"After firing a few more shots, it's not a big deal if you think about it." Fang Jiaran said lightly.

But after finishing speaking, he took two deep breaths.

Finally, she let out a heavy breath, her face still couldn't help turning pale.

Even if she deliberately said something light-hearted to herself, she couldn't really convince her to believe it.

Wenren also loaded the pistol, then quickly put the pillow upright and wrapped it in a quilt.

This kind of crude camouflage may not be able to escape anyone's eyes during the day, but as long as those people come here, they will never dare to turn on the lights.

In the dark night, it can also confuse the public.

After arranging Fang Jiaran's bed in the same way, he held the gun in one hand and naturally took her hand.

The hand that was held in the palm was cold to the bone, and he held her with a firm strength, hoping to make her feel at ease.

"Follow me!" Wenren said in a low voice.

Fang Jiaran couldn't help holding his hand back tightly, even stronger than Wenren.

Wenren is now her only reliance, like the only life-saving straw in the dark, she clings to it tightly, not daring to let go for a moment.

"How many of them are there? Where are we...going from?" Fang Jiaran asked in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly.

"Eight. There are two emergency exits on this floor, and four elevators, one of which is a freight elevator. It has stopped working and can only reach specific floors. Those people can't use it."

"The other one is for first aid, and only the medical staff have the key. Unless those people attack the medical staff, they won't be able to use it."

"They sneaked in, and they didn't want to startle the enemy, and they wouldn't rush to attack people in the hospital. So they are likely to be divided into four groups, two groups will go through the elevator, and the other two groups will go through the emergency exit, intending to split up and block us."

"Then what to do! This means that our way out is blocked!" Fang Jiaran whispered, nervously holding Wenren's hand tighter.

Wen Ren's wound was not healed yet, she held him tightly like this, subconsciously pulled his arm, and it still hurt a little when it involved his wound.

He endured it without saying a word, but squeezed her tightly, and said, "Just in case, I asked Qiao Zhongxuan for the key to the emergency elevator. If it is possible, we will leave from that elevator."

"I..." Fang Jiaran had just opened his mouth when Wenren suddenly made a silent movement.

"Hush..." He listened attentively, as if there were footsteps coming.

The footsteps were so soft that you wouldn't notice them unless you listened carefully.

Although the environment of their advanced wards is good, there is a disadvantage, that is, the environment here is too good and too quiet, and the doctors and nurses only come up to make inspections regularly, but the people on duty don't sit here.

"It's too late, they're here, let's go!" Wenren said, and took Fang Jiaran to run in the opposite direction of the footsteps.

Another disadvantage of this floor is that the wards are too high-end and all have their own toilets, so there is no place to hide in the corridors.

"Corner! At the corner, there is a cubicle for the nurses to supply water and clean!" Fang Jiaran suddenly remembered, and said immediately.

There is nothing in that cubicle, only a sink, and when the care workers need to mop the floor, wipe the balcony, etc., they will go there to clean the mop and other tools.

Fang Jiaran was glad that he usually liked to stroll around, so he knew there was such a place.

That corner is very inconspicuous. The head nurse said that in the original design, in order not to affect the beauty of this floor, the impression of the door was deliberately downplayed and integrated with the surrounding walls. As long as you don’t pay attention, you won’t notice that One place exists.

Without saying a word, Wenren dragged Fang Jiaran to run there.

Fang Jiaran was worried, wondering if the door of that cubicle was locked.

When Wenren turned the doorknob, she unconsciously held her breath.

Her heart was in her throat, and when she heard the door "click" open, she almost burst into cheers.

The two quickly hid in, and almost as soon as they closed the door, they heard footsteps passing by the door.

Not long after, there was the sound of footsteps converging outside the door.

This time, you can hear it without paying attention, because those people seem to have gathered together, and the footsteps are light but chaotic.

Then, the footsteps stopped, and someone said, "Run away!"

"Look! The bed is still hot. They just left, so they should still be in this building!"

"What should we do?" Fang Jiaran asked in a low voice when he heard footsteps scattered outside.

"Wait!" Wenren only spit out one word.

The corridor outside the door was quiet as if it was already safe, and someone whispered, "Stay still!"

Wenren gently opened the door a crack, then leaned out half of his body cautiously, holding his gun in front of him, to ensure that if someone appeared, he could fight back as quickly as possible.

The silence in the corridor was suffocating, and Wenren came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to Fang Jiaran: "Come on!"

The two walked one after the other, Wenren was in front, while Fang Jiaran followed him while turning his head to prevent someone from appearing from behind.

As he was walking, Wenren stopped suddenly, and Fang Jiaran bumped into his back.

Wenren turned his head and made a silent gesture to her, signaling her to stand here and not move.

Fang Jiaran blinked and looked at him holding her breath.

I saw Wenren walking forward alone, she hid at the corner, leaned out of the wall slightly, and saw Wenren approaching the person in front from behind, and with a sudden swing, hit the person on the head with the handle of the pistol forcefully .

The man was not knocked unconscious, but his dizziness slowed his reaction by half a beat.

Taking advantage of this half-beat, Wen Ren snatched the gun from his hand, and at the same time put the gun against the man's forehead.

"Don't move." Wen Ren said softly.

The man immediately raised his hands up, and heard the man say: "I don't think you are so fearless as to sacrifice yourself to attract your companions, complete the task!"

The man didn't speak, but Wen Ren knew that the other party agreed with him.

"Go!" Wenren said in a cold voice.

Fang Jiaran followed closely behind, and Wen Ren held the man at gunpoint, and they entered the emergency elevator together.

As soon as he entered the elevator, the person who heard it said: "Press the first floor, we will be here in a while, you press the close button immediately, we are not in a hurry to get out."

Fang Jiaran nodded and stood by.

Wenren pressed the barrel of the gun against the man's temple, and pushed the man's forehead back with all his strength, pressing him step by step until he was close to the corner of the elevator.

"Now, tell me who sent you here." Wenren said softly.

The man opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Wenren narrowed his eyes, reached out suddenly, and grabbed his left wrist.

Then, a mobile phone came into Wenren's hand.

Wenren threw the phone on the ground, and said in a dejected voice: "Look at me, I haven't done it myself for a long time, and I made such a low-level mistake."

Wenren was smiling, pointing a gun between his eyebrows with one hand, and testing the pockets of his clothes and trousers with the other.

"It seems that there is nothing else." The man said, "Come on, put your hands up and put them against the wall."

Satisfied to see that the other party obeyed, he heard the sound of the elevator door opening behind him.

Now Wenren is not worried. Although their floor is quiet, it is still a hospital after all. The first floor is for doctor registration, and the people coming and going are extremely lively and bright. It is basically considered safe here.

(End of this chapter)