When Mo Cong was sharpened by Zhai Haidong, it happened that Anjie came back from other places and met the right person at the right time. The probability is almost the same as winning five million in the lottery. Anyhow, on the other hand, Anjie has no such luck.

But his luck was no worse.

Mo Jin yelled and wiped away the uncontrollable tears in her eyes, but at the moment of clear vision, she saw the unconsciousness of Anjie. Anjie presses his hand on the wound, blood seeps out from his fingers, and his clothes are covered on the sofa. His face has evolved from pale to bluish white. I believe that if it goes on like this, it will soon become an image of green face and fangs, and from then on, he will seek his life.

What did you do? Mo Jin opened her mouth like a lack of oxygen and gasped. The stagnant smell of blood in the air made her headache. She lowered her head very slowly and saw that her hands were covered with blood.

Her eyes grew wider and wider, and she shook her head hard: "no..."

"No, it's not me..." Mo Jin took a crying tone. Her facial features twisted into a shape that wanted to cry but couldn't cry. She wiped her hands on her body hard, "no, I'm not..."

At this time, the door that had not been inserted was pushed open. Mo Yu came in in a hurry with a nasal voice: "what's the matter, I hear..." At the sight of Anjie on the sofa, she screamed with fright. She took a big step back and hit her back against the door panel. Mo Yu covers his mouth and stares at Anjie in disbelief. Then his shocked eyes move to Mo Jin. The little girl who always whispers in a soft voice changes her tone in vain, "Mo Jin!"

Mo Jin seemed to be frightened by the girl's sharp voice, subconsciously put her hands behind her, and her expression was almost blank: "I... I don't know, I..."

"Get out of the way, you ghost Mo Yu pushed her to the side, grabbed the landline phone in the living room, fixed the microphone with both hands, called for an ambulance, and then made a very clear report of what happened and where the accident happened. Mo Yu's performance was extraordinary. His legs, which supported his body, were spasmodic uncontrollably. Like noodles, his consciousness was slow. I was not so nervous when I was speaking to the whole school as a freshman representative.

She constantly tries to stabilize herself and her mind. Now she is the only one in the room who is barely normal. If she does something wrong, brother Anjie may die. Xiaojin... Xiaojin is the murderer.

When Mo Yu finished, she felt that the microphone in her hand was too heavy for people to pick up. Her cold sweat had soaked her clothes. She stared at the phone and left it blank for a while. Then she grabbed it again and pressed a number almost instinctively. The other side picked it up and gently "fed" it. After that, Mo Yu's overloaded CPU was finally scrapped. She cried out in a voice: "brother... Brother, come back quickly! Brother... "

Some people say that it's fateful, some people say that it's the local people's inaction, others say that it's the leading role's law. When there were only two underage girls around, and for some reason, their mental state was not stable, Anjie successfully waited for the ambulance to drag the "dead dead" cry to rush over, and was pushed to the emergency room with anger, and finally came back to life again.

Of course, without bullshit, there would be no such story. Anjie was awakened by the smell of disinfectant as if he had known it before. Then he opened his eyes and felt the whiteness of large areas with his blurred vision. He sighed with emotion in his heart and felt that he was neither laughing nor crying.

Anjie tried to ignore the uncomfortable parts of his body and tried to move. He wanted to see that there were still several muscles in his body at his disposal. He immediately put out a hand next to him to hold him down. The strength was not heavy, but with some kind of irresistible toughness: "don't move, I'll call a doctor."

Don't rush? Anjie slowly turned his head to look at him. The young man's face was covered with a thick tired color, and his voice was very low, as if he was weaker than the patient. When he stood up, his back was bent, and there was a little stubble on his chin.

After a while, the doctor rushed in and tossed Anjie from head to foot. To be honest, Anjie was afraid of these white wolves and the smell of disinfectant in her heart. It was so easy for her to suffer from this routine examination. Mo Cong silently moved a chair and sat beside him, staring at his pillow in a daze, not knowing what to think.

Anjie brewed for a while, gently interrupted the process of his thinking about life, and asked his most concerned question: "where's Xiaojin?"

Mo Cong's eyes were a little straight and dull than usual, but he was shocked when he heard this sentence, because he noticed that Anjie's name was "Xiao Jin" instead of "Mo Jin". Anjie will never be a virgin. Maybe his age and experience are there. He may not care with some people, but these people will never include those who stabbed him.

"You..." Mo Cong suddenly shut up and cleared his throat. The voice sounded as dry as if it was going to tear. He looked at Anjie, and there was something in his eyes that people could not understand. It was very complicated. With his wasted face, he seemed to have some irrepressible vulnerability. Anjie thought, maybe it's his illusion, maybe he's too worried about his sister.

Mo Cong said in a low voice: "the hospital called the police after seeing your knife wound. I've asked someone to put the matter down for a while. Xiaojin is locked at home by me. Xiaoyu looks at her... When you recover, it's estimated that the police will come back for you. You... You..." he gritted his teeth, but he can't say any more.

Anjie shakes his head slightly. Now he has a lot of difficulty in speaking. He gently calls out a number: "remember, you call him and ask him to come."

Mo Cong didn't understand what was going on.

Anjie closed her eyes, and her voice was so weak that she had to be a little close to him to hear: "this is a psychologist. Let him see Xiaojin... She has some mental problems."

"What?"

The so-called care is chaos, so the onlookers can see clearly. Anjie sighed. The child's brain may be full of paste now. He said weakly, "what did the doctor say? Do you hear me? To tell you the truth, I really thought I was going to see the black faced hell this time. You don't know who your baby sister is? Even if I really killed your father... "Anjie said that, bending his mouth and laughing, deliberately lengthening his voice, slightly opened his eyes, caught a glimpse of Mo Cong's stiff body, and then slowly went on," it's not Xiaojin who will stab me with a knife. I prefer to think that she will directly hit me on the head with a hammer... Instead of, To make such a professional stab. "

Don't frown.

Anjie continued: "besides your father, I didn't have a good reputation when I was young, but I'm not a perverted murderer. I won't do anything to useless people. You can rest assured." He said the words "don't worry". There was a flash of doubt in his heart. I don't know why, he would walk out of his mouth, which was almost a comforting word.

Mo Cong leans heavily on the chair and breathes out his breath silently. When he opens it again, Anjie is surprised to find that there seems to be something unprecedented on this young man's face, something firm and calm, even bold - making him more like a man than a cynical young player.

He wanted to know what made the child change.

Mo Cong carefully observed his speed and progress, and then naturally tucked him in. His long, thin but not weak fingers crossed Anjie's hair intentionally or unconsciously. He said, "don't talk too much. Go to sleep. I'll do the rest."

Mo chuckled, picked up the cell phone and turned to go out. I don't know what kind of weird elements are in this remark. Anjie suddenly feels some kind of tired warmth. After so many experiences, he finally saw the growth of Mo Cong, and saw that he began to shoulder the responsibility of the whole family. From the beginning of the chilling, to now the reassuring.

Anjie closed her eyes. She felt very uncomfortable, but she was very happy. He thought that this is the feeling of watching children grow up little by little. No wonder people say that being a parent is a happy thing.

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The next thing is very tangled. The police uncle obviously has serious doubts about Anjie's statement that "he was injured in a fight with a burglar in the dark". However, in view of this old doggie, he has had countless experiences of fighting wits and bravery with the police, and they didn't ask anything in the end.

Mo Cong called Anjie and politely explained the facts. In the afternoon, he received a young man with a huge suitcase. This man, 27 or 78 years old, introduced himself as song Chang'an. Wearing a pair of rimless glasses, although his face has unhealthy color, he doesn't look bad, but I don't know why. It reminds people of the word "gentle scum". Song Chang'an doesn't speak much. After a brief understanding of the situation, he takes the key to Mo Cong's home.

In the case of an Anjie crisis