Chapter 8: The Man in the Shen Hua Opera (3)

He did not argue, his right hand made a "please" gesture.
Shen Xi was still phrasing in his mind, how to persuade him, seeing that his posture has not slowed down. Fu Tongwen smiled narrowly, and took off the hand
gun holster from his belt, through the dagger holster: "Do you want to see this?"
She didn't even notice him with a hand
gun...
However, Fu Dongwen had already pulled out an exquisite pistol from the holster with a silver gun body and a pony engraved on the white handle: "Browning 1900." He gestured to throw it over. She looked.
Shen Xi was afraid of touching the gun, but pointed to the dagger: "I know that."
The holster is engraved with UnionCutleryCompany, Union Cutlery Company. She has a professor who likes hunting recommended this company's knives, which can be cut or stab, and it is no problem to kill a bear.
Seeing these real firearms and daggers, she can be regarded as a new understanding of the word "danger".
Fu Dongwen smiled and stuffed the gun under the pillow.
"Go to the private deck and ask someone to make you a cup of coffee, or ask for a glass of wine, soaking up the sun on the sea. Don't run around, let alone go to the public deck." He turned his back to her and began to untie his shirt.
Shen Xi replied, turned her head away, avoided the scene that made her blush, and closed the bedroom door for him.
The private deck is specially for suites, so there will be no outsiders.
However, it is said to be able to bask in the sun, but it is only facing a leaf of transparent glass. She and the waiter wanted the newspaper to read, but they couldn't tell what they wanted to read, only that they wanted to understand the recent events. After careful screening, the waiter showed her more than 20 newspapers, made another pot of coffee, and placed it on the recliner.
A sterling silver coffee pot and coffee cup were made as a set, and two dozen newspapers were added, but she persisted for 30 minutes.
Finally, he covered his face with the newspaper and fell asleep in the dark.
In the dream, it is a joyous thing.
The second elder brother took her to see the old housekeeper's son doing a kiss. Although it is a small family, they have everything they should have. They kill chickens and fish, pigs and sheep. Some people carry more than a dozen load of dowries to the courtyard. From the bowls and chopsticks to the pillows and tents, to the acacia bed with the mirror table, it is dazzling. The second brother held her little hand and asked her to touch the big red silk on each dowry: "Yang Yang will marry in the future, and I will prepare these for you." The second brother picked her up, six years old. The girl has to hold it in her arms, "At that time, the city of Guangzhou will be hollowed out for you. Anything that your eyes swept over is yours."
...
Shen Xi was short of breath in his sleep, and his two hands on his chest clenched into fists.
The newspaper undulated with her panting.
A hand opened the thing that blocked the light.
"Shen Xi."
She was dragged out of the past by him, and she opened her eyes for a moment, like a drowning person, helplessly struggling to see the people watching by the shore. The afterglow of the setting sun was cut by a pair of glass windows, each window was trimmed with gold. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, through the lenses, he could see bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He turned his back to the light and looked at himself.
"Three..." San Ye, or third brother. The confusion of dreams blocked her throat.
There was a wave in the bottom of his heart, and Shen Xi's eyes became hot in despair, and he pressed his eyes in a panic with his hands: "Sorry, brother three..."
The Shen family's days and nights are untouchable, and the shelf that has been burnt to ashes by the fire will collapse and bury her.
A folded handkerchief was handed to her: "I want to say sorry, I slept for too long this time."
It's a long time.
The boat leaves the shore in the morning and wakes up at sunset.
Shen Xi shook his head and returned the handkerchief to him, his eyes always falling on the shirt collar in front of him, afraid to look at his face. Fu Tongwen knew that she was afraid that she would see her teary eyes, bend down, pick up the newspapers scattered on the ground, fold them one by one, and put them on the rattan dwarf table next to the recliner to give her a time to wipe away the tears.
Shen Xi looked at his back and wiped his face casually.
"Qing Xiang has been urged three times, and we won't go there again for fear that he will laugh at him."
Shen Xi combed both hands from his forehead, and moved to the back of his head, touching the ribbon used to tie his long hair.
"I want to eat lamb chops." She laughed.
"Okay, the third brother took it down for you." Fu Dongwen smiled back to her, inserted one hand into his trouser pocket, and walked to the door.
Since picking the newspaper, he didn't look at her more.
How can there be men who understand women so much in this world?
Shen Xi caught up with him.
When they entered the restaurant, they walked through a revolving door.
She followed too closely, chasing Fu Dongwen into the same compartment, clearly alone, squeezing two people, arms next to arms, front chest next to back.
Shen Xi tried to stare at the foggy glass until he walked into the dining room and he was relieved.
Dr. Tan ordered a pot of coffee, leaned against the dining table, turned a piece of newspaper over boredly, saw them, immediately folded the newspaper, and returned it to the waiter behind him: "You two are in one place. I really need a housekeeper. ."
"My fault," Fu Tongwen accepted the blame, and sat down with a smile, "Is it ready?"
"San Ye is picky, I dare not do it for you."
The two were still teasing each other. A well-dressed young man walked over the two tables and came uninvited. In this restaurant, except for the three of them, this is the only Asian face.
"Fu Sanye." The young man leaned slightly and greeted with a smile.
Fu Dongwen raised his eyes and looked at him: "Are you?"
The man didn't rush to answer, beckoned, and asked the waiter to pull the empty seat away for him, and he took a seat calmly. "San Ye nobles have forgotten things, don't you know how to remember this?" He leaned close and hummed in a faint voice: "This kind of flowers and plants are loved by people, life and death follow one's wishes, so it is sour and sad. No one complains~"
It is Peony Pavilion.
Fu Dongwen smiled, not this young man.
"Does San Ye feel familiar?" The man was not afraid of being swept away.
Fu Dongwen picked up the silver coffee pot put down by the waiter and poured a cup for Shen Xi, which was regarded as a default.
"How familiar are you?" the man asked with a smile.
Shen Xi wanted to laugh, should it be steak lamb chops?
"At most three points." Fu Dongwen said.
The man immediately clasped his fists and smiled and complimented: "It is Maoqing's good fortune to make Sanye familiar."
She didn't like this person's slick sophistication, her right hand propped her chin, and her left hand was under the table, quietly twisting the edge of the tablecloth. The tablecloth was twisted into a thin edge by her, and then loosened. Such repetition, enjoy yourself.
The waiter by his side handed over the menu.
Fu Tongwen took it, placed it in front of Shen Xi, tapped the menu with and said, "Pick what you like."
Shen Xi nodded, his eyes slipped over a dish.
With this uninvited guest, dinner is not pleasant.
That Maoqing, who claims to be Cai, has always followed them cheeky. Dr. Tan was uncharacteristically, and started talking with this person. It's a good friend to never see Dr. Tan, but at this time he is enthusiastic.
Shen Xi looked at him an eyesore, she rarely hated a person so much.
The four of them walked to the first-class cabin, and Dr. Tan stopped: "Take me something, I don’t bother to send it."
Fu Tongwen slept all day and didn't want to return to the room too early, so he followed.
Cai Maoqing followed Dr. Tan and looked around and said with emotion: "This is heaven, a three-month paradise. Even the doctors of the Sanye's family have such a good life. Maoqing is jealous." Fu Dongwen leaned on the edge of the door and looked around. room.
Dr. Tan turned out a bag from the room. It was small and poured out. It was two bottles of medicine. He handed it to Shen Xi.
"Only so much?" Just for this one?
"Ah, yes, there is something else. Look for it inside. It's a binaural stethoscope. The one in your room seems to be broken."
This is an important thing, she took the initiative to go in without waiting for Doctor Tan to talk about it.
"It's in the bedside cabinet, second floor. Right hand." Dr. Tan said loudly in the living room.
"I see." She also replied loudly.
Although this bedroom was much smaller than the cabin, the general furnishings were the same. She found the cabinet that Tan Qingxiang said. There was a scalpel wrapped in white cloth in the bottom drawer, and there was a notebook. Related notes. Apart from these, there is nothing he said.
"Is it really here? Mr. Tan?"
There was no response from outside.
"Mr. Tan, otherwise you come in and show it to me?" Shen Xi wrapped the scalpel again.
There was a bang, dull, the sound of a person falling to the ground.
Shen Xi didn't have time to think about it, rushing out, was shocked by the sight in front of him.
Fu Dongwen paled his back against the wall, gasping for breath. Doctor Tan and the guy surnamed Cai fell to the ground in a hand-to-hand gesture. Shen Xi's scream had already rushed to his throat, Fu Dongwen strode over, and covered her lower face with his right hand: "Don't - call someone."
He leaned weakly on Shen Xi.
The guy suddenly overturned Dr. Tan to the ground and pinched Tan Qingxiang's throat bone with two fingers.
Fu Dongwen's face was getting worse and worse on the wall with his elbows resting on it... His other hand tried to touch Shen Xi's face, indiscriminately, trying to speak, but he was completely weak.
She woke up between the sparks and flints.
Knife, scalpel.
She stumbled and ran into the bedroom. There was a burst of white light in front of her because she was too nervous, grabbing the cloth wrapping the knife indiscriminately, and rushing out again. With all his strength, Dr. Tan pushed the man against the table with one foot. In this second, the guy in her eyes was like a corpse lying in the dissection room. She knew exactly where the heart was.
She shook her hand after the scalpel stabbed.
The man screamed in pain, and knocked Shen Xi out.
Shen Xi slammed into the wooden wall, and Doctor Tan lunged on him, pushing the scalpel inserted into his chest to the bottom.
Shen Xi blocked his screaming consciousness with the back of his hand, bit himself, trying to calm down.
Look at that person struggling and falling to the ground. There is no room for maneuver at this position and this depth. Even if the best cardiologist is there, there will never be a chance.
Doctor Tan also had blood on his hands. He took a breath and slowly settled on the table. After a few seconds of relaxation, he calmed down.
He went to pick up Fu Tongwen who was leaning on the wall, took him to the table and sat down, and went to find medicine. He wiped his hands clean with a clean shirt, poured out the medicine, stuffed Fu Dongwen into his mouth, and poured water into his mouth.
Shen Xi watched him move one by one, but his hands and feet were still numb.
She is not afraid of dead people, whether in smokehouses or in New York, she has seen too many dead bodies.
She was not afraid of cutting the human body with a knife.
But this is different... She killed someone and succeeded personally. She is a doctor, not an executioner...
During the first thought, she hesitated, but she still chose to stand on his side.
Fu Dongwen put his elbows on the desk, and his bloodless face and eyes were expressing worry.
Tan Qingxiang just let Shen Xi into the room just to get her to avoid this situation, but this man is more difficult than he thought. His body is cumbersome, and Tan Qingxiang is not a martial artist...
"Dong Wen?" Tan Qingxiang wanted to get his pulse.
Fu Dongwen shook his head, he knew his physical state.
Twenty long minutes.
Shen Xi leaned his back against the wall, his head down in misty eyes.
Tan Qingxiang observed Shen Xi silently, fearing that she would faint or break down. After all, this was her first time. But Shen Xi was more able to withstand the blow than he thought. At this moment, he is extremely grateful to this girl, her expertise has helped everyone.
Fu Dongwen recovered a bit of strength, silently unbuttoned the suit, took it off with some effort, and threw it on the table. He stood up with his hands on the table and walked to Shen Xi's.
He stretched out his hands to her silently.
This action, like a hammer in the dark night, slammed into the huge clock on the bell tower, shattering the night, and also shattering the last bit of strength in her heart. Shen Xi shed tears helplessly and threw himself on him.
The blood on his hands rubbed the cuffs, arms and back of the shirt indiscriminately.
"Don't feel guilty," Fu Dongwen pressed her right hand behind her head, so that she could stick herself closer, "He is not innocent."
He and Tan Qingxiang never believed in coincidences.
This guy has seen him in the capital, but can board with him in New York at the same time. There is no such fate in this world. So with his tacit understanding with Tan Qingxiang, there is no need to communicate at all. After entering the room and pushing Shen Xi away, Tan Qingxiang immediately started to try to contain him. The first reaction of innocent people is to shout and argue, and those who come prepared will choose to resist.
His fight confirmed their guess.
It's just that everything is fine, so she got her hands on it.
Tears soaked the front of his shirt.
Fu Tongwen had been holding her with his right arm, turned his head, and softly discussed with Tan Qingxiang about disposing of the corpse. In the vast ocean, it is very easy to make a body disappear completely.
Tan Qingxiang calmly suggested: "I can dispose of the body"
Fu Tongwen shook his head to stop him from irritating Shen Xi.
Tan Qingxiang understood his intention: "Leave it to me here."
Fu Tongwen put his palm on Shen Xi's back, lowered his head and asked, "Shall we go back?"
Although Shen Xi was upset, he didn't dare to look at that person. Thanks to the various experiences and occupations in the past, she can barely make her return to normal more easily than ordinary people... She lowered her head and nodded.
Fu Tongwen took the towel from Tan Qingxiang, wrapped Shen Xi's fingers, and wiped her blood off.
Shen Xi stared at his cuff for a long time, there were blood stains there. Not on her.
"You can't see it in a suit." Fu Dongwen dispelled her worries. He put down the towel and put on the suit jacket. The blood stains on the shirt were all covered.
He was calm and remembered to take off his jacket before giving her a hug.
The two returned to the special cabin, and the dedicated butler looked at Shen Xi with great concern.
"My wife is uncomfortable," Fu Tongwen also looked worried, confessing in English, "Don't disturb us."
"Okay, sir," the American smiled and opened the door for him, "we are always at your disposal."
The butler carefully shut the door for them.
Shen Xi insisted that it was the limit to walk from the first class to this place. When the door closed, her knees softened and she knelt down.
Before his knees touched the ground, Fu Tongwen hooked her body and hugged her sideways. He rarely did such actions, especially shortly after the heart attack, but Shen Xi had already reached her limit, and he could no longer force her to climb onto the bed.
The curtains are heavy, it is night again, and it is opaque.
She was put on the bed, Fu Dongwen wrapped her body with a quilt.
"Sleep," his voice echoed in her ear late at night, "I was there before you woke up."
His heart was uncomfortable, afraid she would notice, so he took out his pocket watch and put it on the table.
The beating of the second hand distracted her.
Shen Xi stretched out his hand from the quilt and touched his hand. Fu Dongwen didn't avoid him, letting her hold the back of his hand.
"...Have you killed anyone?"
She is asking for help, psychologically.
With Fu Dongwen's hand, she ran the messy hair on her face one by one to her forehead, and wiped the sweat and broken hair from her forehead to a high place with his hand. A lot of sweat, as well as hair, rubbed and moistened his palm.
"A lot," he said.
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Think of the New York apartment that everyone discussed, it should be the living room + kitchen on the ground floor, Gu Tan on the first floor, and the third floor, Shen Xi and Wan, should be right 0.0