My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 167

There is probably only one way to find out the current hiding place of the young man. Wen Changlang looked at Xi Jin, and he had already made up his mind.

Youth year, love Xi Jin!

Wen Changlang was sure of this.

Feeling Wen Changlang's scorching gaze, Xi Jin swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took two steps back:

"Why are you looking at me like that, you're in a panic."

"If you want to lure young people out, I'm afraid I have to make things difficult for you."

Xi Jin: "How can you be sure that I can lure her out?"

Xi Jin sat on the sofa, digesting the information with some difficulty.

Wen Changlang sat down beside him, hooked his shoulders, and gave him a detailed analysis:

"Look, a month ago, the person who got along with you was the young man, right? I met her once before. She was cold and ignored everyone, but she often had heavy disinfectant on her body." If you smell it, it means that she must go to you often and stay with you often. Right?"

Xi Jin nodded, Sui Sui has indeed become more clingy than before. Before today, he would never have thought that this person is not Sui Sui.But her fellow sister Young Years.

It is inconceivable that two people share the same body, biologically speaking, it is simply untenable.

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this afternoon.

The doctoral director of the Institute of Biology who just returned from abroad was hit by a speeding car on Huangpu Street on the way home. He is currently being rescued at the Third Star Army Hospital, and his life and death are uncertain.

The scene of the collision was horrible. When the person was rescued, his flesh and blood were bloody, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Because it happened on Huangpu Street, it quickly spread throughout Shenzhen. In addition, the People's Daily quickly published a blackboard newspaper confirming the incident.

At this time, the hospital.

Xi Jin's face was very dark and smelly:

"It's just a fake, and you still need an injection? Infusion?"

Wen Changlang nodded vigorously:

"Of course! For the sake of realism, but don't worry, what you're hanging here is nutrient solution, which won't hurt your body. It's all right, you should lie down quickly, don't forget that you are a dying person now."

Xi Jin reluctantly lay down, let the nurse prick the needle in his hand, then wrapped him up, and finally, before putting on the ventilator, Xi Jin stopped Wen Changlang:

"Can you, don't hurt her first? Then... I still have Sui Sui."

Wen Changlang paused, then walked out neatly.

Sighing, Xi Jin closed his eyes heavily.

The night is coming soon, and Wen Changlang has been very disgusted with the dark night recently, but he has no choice but to walk in the dark night, a giant net, the night is the best cover.

The room was quiet, only the sound of the instrument beeping slowly and rhythmically. This night was very peaceful.

After squatting for several days in a row, there was no effect. Wen Changlang deliberately let the reporter from People's Daily sneak in, and then asked the doctor to reveal some news to them.

The next day, news about Xi Jin's critical illness spread overwhelmingly, and everyone in Xi's mansion also went to the hospital, sadly preparing for the follow-up matters.

Now, I shouldn't be able to sit still.

In the evening, Wen Changlang sat in the corner of the corridor, smiling more flamboyantly than anyone else. The fish was hooked, and it was time for him to get his money back with interest.

Xi Jin was lying on the bed, looking pale under the hazy reflection of the moonlight.

The room was very quiet, and then, with a creak, a hand wearing a black wristband pushed open the closed door, breaking the tranquility of the room.