Hearing that Yu Qiushui would wake up tomorrow, Luo Yan finally felt relieved. After thanking him, Dr. Liu was taken down by Egret to rest.
Luo Yan took out the stored-value card obtained from Liu Hongming, handed it to Zhou Xuebin and said, "Go and see how much money is in this card."
Zhou Xuebin agreed and took the card, then turned and left.
As for what he did and how he did it, Luo Yan didn't ask.
"Captain Chigui, you are tired too. Let me take you to rest." Hong Luan came over and led the way to the guest room with Luo Yan.
Luo Yan said as he walked: "Miss Hongluan, I have something locked here. It's a mechanical combination lock."
"Can you find me a locksmith?"
Hong Luan didn't ask what it was, and nodded directly: "I will find it for you tomorrow."
"good."
Arriving at the guest room, Luo Yan closed the door and took out Liu Hongming's box.
He had already looked at it with Shenzang and confirmed that this small box contained exquisite mechanical structures.
There is even a small flint in that mechanical structure. Obviously, if the password is wrong, it will trigger some kind of ignition device and destroy the contents of the box.
There are several things in the box.
There is a palm-sized notepad, a memory card, and a fragment of the Taichu Stone.
I don’t know what information is stored in the notepad and memory card, but the Taibei Stone fragment is of great value.
Luo Yan currently has two coins in his hand. If he can open this box, he will have three coins.
The three Taichu Stone fragments have a wide range of uses. They are of great value whether for personal use or for Bai Qi to strengthen her divine treasure.
Of course Luo Yan didn't want to waste everything, so he asked Hong Luan to find a locksmith.
After putting the things away, Luo Yan sent a message to Bai Yu, then slept with his clothes on.
*
*
*
Yu Qiushui had a long dream.
She dreamed that she was back when she was a child, returning to that dark and narrow home. She saw her teenage self holding her newborn brother, huddled in the shadow of the closet, looking out in horror.
Outside the closet, her father, who smelled of alcohol, was kicking the poor woman to the ground because he couldn't get money from her mother, and kept kicking the woman who had given birth to a pair of children for him.
"Bitch, what's wrong with me taking some money from you!"
"I just thought there was something wrong with having a drink."
"If you don't take out the money today, I'll kick you to death."
Yu Qiushui yelled angrily and threw herself at her father, but missed.
The scene in the dream changed.
She has left the home full of childhood shadows, but is in a sunny room.
All the walls in this room were painted white, which was so white that it made people panic.
The smell of disinfectant lingers in the air.
This is a hospital.
She saw her 19-year-old self standing helplessly in front of the hospital bed. Her younger brother, who had just celebrated his 9th birthday, was lying on the bed with pale lips. His hands were cold, his chest no longer heaved, and he no longer shouted. 'Sister sister'.
She saw her mother, who was only fifty years old but already covered with white hair, sitting in the corner with empty eyes, like a soulless statue, and not even a single tear fell.
Probably, people who are extremely desperate and in extreme pain will not shed tears, right?
Yu Qiushui walked to the hospital bed, looked at her brother in the dream who passed away before he could grow up, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his head again.
But when he stretched out his hand, the light and shadow in his field of vision changed, the ward disappeared, and Yu Qiushui came to a luxuriously decorated room.
There was heavy snow falling outside the window, but a fireplace in the house was burning brightly.
In this warm room, a man covered his crotch and screamed.
"Yu Qiushui, how dare you do this to me, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
The man in his early thirties was sweating profusely, and his facial features were distorted by fear. He curled up and paid special attention to and protected the part of him that he was proud of as a man.
Yu Qiushui saw her twenty-three-year-old self standing in front of the man, holding a knife in his hand, with blood beads rolling down the blade.
She remembered.
That man was the son of a young Siming among the black witches.
Want to use status and power to get yourself.
But in the end, he was deprived of his descendants.
At this time, the door was knocked open with a bang, and a group of people ran in. The leader, an old man of half a hundred years, saw the situation in the house clearly and exclaimed.
"Shaotang, how are you!"
The man named Shaotang screamed like a young girl who had just been frivolous: "Dad, I'm done, our Chen family is gone!"
The old man suddenly had a ferocious expression on his face: "Yu Qiushui, you are seeking death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone screamed outside the door, and blood splashed onto the white wall.
The crowd quickly separated, and a figure slowly walked in from outside the door.
It's a woman.
He was less than thirty years old, with a cold appearance, dressed in black, and a sword dripping with blood in his hand.
Seeing Yu Qiushui, he smiled with his eyebrows like crescent moons: "Xiao Qiushui, so you are here, come home with me."
The old man shouted angrily: "Du Yue, your student hurt my son, and she can't go anywhere unless she makes it clear!"
The sword suddenly shines, filling the room with brilliance.
Figures are falling down one after another.
Heads were flying.
After a while.
The room was full of corpses, except for the old man and his son, everyone else was dead.
The corners of the blood-covered woman's mouth were raised, her crescent-shaped eyes were smiling and she said, "I didn't hear what you just said, could you please say it again?"
Of course the last 'Shao Siming' didn't even dare to let go of anything.
So Yu Qiushui followed the woman who was covered in blood.
That was the former head of the Xuan Ming Department and half of Yu Qiushui's teacher.
Yu Qiushui wanted to catch up, but as soon as he moved, he suddenly fell down.
She shuddered, opened her eyes again, and saw the ceiling of her living room.
The corners of his eyes were shining brightly, and Yu Qiushui calmed down before turning around to look.
I saw that the window was open and the sun was shining in. In the light, the curtains were gently fluttering, and a white butterfly flew in. It seemed to have lost its way and kept spinning nearby.
Moving her eyes, Yu Qiu Shui saw Hong Luan. She moved a chair and sat beside the bed, but she was lying on the bed as if she was asleep.
Look elsewhere.
Yu Qiushui saw Qingniao holding a spear and sitting on the floor beside the door with his knees bent, his eyes closed and he was sleeping deeply.
In the reception area of the room, the egret and the black butterfly were sleeping next to each other. There was a ray of crystal hanging from the corner of the egret's mouth.
Yu Qiushui stretched out her hand, landed on Hong Luan's hair, and touched it gently.
She felt the touch of hair and the warmth of Hong Luan's body, and then she was sure that she was not dreaming.
"Am I not dead?"
"It's been such a long dream." Yu Qiushui sighed softly.
At this time, Hong Luan noticed something was wrong, and quickly raised his head, and saw Yu Qiushui, whose face was still pale but had already woken up.
Yu Qiushui smiled and said softly.
"Good morning."
