After Ruoxi ran to the police station, she told the police about her situation. Unexpectedly, the police were also looking for her because her family had reported the crime locally.
Ruoxi immediately called home and cried desperately in grievance.
That night, Ruoxi boarded the plane back home under the arrangement of the local police.
Ruoxi thought of the killer, and her heart ached! She would never forget the life she had lived these past few days, and what she would never forget was the killer.
Before boarding the plane, Ruoxi sent a Weibo message on her mobile phone: "Thank you Mr. Killer, I salute you and hope you can live. If God can give me a wish, I hope I can compensate you! I will always remember You! You are the most respectable, lovable, and greatest killer!
After Ruoxi posted this on Weibo, many of her fans immediately commented, speculating about what happened to her and whether she had conceived a new novel.
Ruoxi saw someone asking her if she had conceived a new novel, and suddenly an idea came to her. Hey, that's right.
She decided to write a novel with the killer as the prototype. In order to commemorate him, she wanted to vividly write out the image of Mr. Killer who was cold on the outside but kind, lovely and admirable on the inside, so that she could have a deep feeling for the killer in her heart. Feelings come out.
On the plane back, Ruoxi conceived the novel she wanted to write. It was all written based on her own real experience, using the first person pronoun 'I', and the title was "This Killer is Kind of Cool".
Sitting on the plane, Ruoxi looked at the new novel she had conceived and conceived, and smiled. She kept thinking about the killer in her mind. Perhaps, she had really imagined the killer as the hero in the novel she once wrote.
Ruoxi secretly thought that the killer seemed to be about the same age as herself. If she had a boyfriend like this, maybe she would feel very safe. With him by her side, she would not be afraid of anywhere. However, this is just a fantasy. She doesn't even know what the other person looks like. She only knows that he is very tall, very strong, and very secure. He can use his body to block the steel bars for her! Even if she was seriously injured, he could take her out of the danger zone.
Ruoxi faced a stranger for the first time, and it was also the most familiar person. Feel the heartbeat.
This killer is kind of cool.
The next day, the middle-aged man came to the hotel again and brought chicken soup and other nutritional supplements to Chen Jue. He suddenly became so enthusiastic, which surprised Chen Jue.
Chen Jue had been recuperating in the hotel for three days, and he was almost fine. Chen Jue had to go back quickly.
Chen Jue is still waiting for the assessment to be completed and to go home. In three and a half years, I don’t know if anyone will still remember him.
"I'm leaving. Thank you for your help these days!" Before leaving, Chenjue patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.
"I have to leave so soon, and I haven't even had time to thank you properly!"
"No need to thank me, just raise the little girl up! It's been so long and I still don't know what your name is!"
The middle-aged man immediately introduced: "Mr. Xueyu, my name is Xiao Dezi, and I am thirty-six years old! I am very happy to meet you. I hope you will come to M City often in the future!"
"Well, I'm leaving!
Chen Jue boarded the plane back to China and felt happy. Originally Chen Jue was unwilling to give in and wanted to kill Brother Jiao, but in the end he thought about it and decided not to. It was originally a grudge that did not belong to him. Once the mission was over , everything here has nothing to do with him!
But Chen Jue didn't know that what he thought and wanted to do had already been done for him by someone.
But this time Chen Jue was sitting on the plane, and the masked woman did not appear behind him. It's a pity that Chenjue doesn't know either.
Lying on the seat and touching the injuries on his body, Chen Jue understood that if he was not strong, something would happen sooner or later...
