Chapter 2093: Old man, don’t talk about...

Chapter 2093, old man, don’t talk about...
This is not a question of intimidation, this is a strategic compromise-Mr. Asaches slowly raised his hands.
"Interesting is a good thing." The man in sunglasses sneered, and then threw a box at Mr. Asathes and motioned him to open the box.
Mr. Asaches had to do the same. After opening the box, he found that it was a syringe for injection.
The weird situation made Mr. Asaches' forehead start to sweat.
Sure enough, it was hasty to find this place following the clues of the matchbox.
"What is this?" Azaches said with a look of surprise, looking at the house handcuffed to a chair and wrapped in gauze, "Is it a painkiller for this man?"
"You seem to have the talent to do a talk show." The man with sunglasses said calmly: "It's a pity that I don't have time to watch your performance now... Now, take it and inject it into your own body."
From beginning to end, the pistol of the man in sunglasses was pointed at Mr. Asaches, and the threat was always there.
"This...what is this?" Mr. Asaches asked hesitantly.
The man in sunglasses said abruptly: "The manager of this hotel said that the room here has the best sound insulation in the entire [Free City], and it can even be comparable to a professional recording studio."
"...What?" Mr. Assaches was startled subconsciously.
Then a loud noise suddenly burst in his ears.
Mr. Asaches retreated instinctively... the floor, a bullet hole had appeared on the floor at this time.
He couldn't help becoming paler, looking at the black muzzle pointing at himself again...He didn't dare to bet that there was no bullet in the opponent's gun, he could only slowly put the injection needle in the box with fear Take out the tube.
"I... where am I going to hit?"
The man in sunglasses frowned suddenly.
Mr. Asaches only put the needle on his arm, but didn't pierce it in. Instead, he quickly said, "At least give me some iodophors and rubber bands? And is this needle clean... …It’s easy to get infected like this?"
The man with sunglasses suddenly lowered his pistol and sighed. Mr. Assaches's expression was relaxed at first, but at this time the man with sunglasses suddenly raised the pistol again and fired three shots in succession!
Three bullets flew past his shoulder in a line... Did not penetrate his shoulder, but scratched the skin on his shoulder.
The hot sensation made Axaches agitated. Knowing that there was no room for his skin, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, held the injection syringe, and quickly plunged directly into his shoulder. on.
That's where I was vaccinated when I was young.
Seeing that the substance in the syringe was completely injected, the man in sunglasses dropped the pistol again, and said with satisfaction: "Next, feel it well...Soon, you will feel that the whole world will become different, you Even for the first time, I will feel the reality of this world very clearly."
After finishing speaking, before Mr. Assaches could react, the man in sunglasses casually glanced at the guy who was leaning on the chair with gauze wrapped around him, and then exited the room.
Mr. Asaches rushed to the door, reaching out and twisting the doorknob... but the door lock was locked again at this time.
He shook his head helplessly. Only then did he pull out the needle that was still stuck in his arm... He looked at the guy with bloodshot eyes and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Man, you know this. What kind of stuff is it?"
But the guy with bloodshot eyes was an irritable dude, as if he couldn't understand people's words. At this time, he was still very irritable - or rather confused.
Mr. Asaches shook his head, walked to the side of the sofa and sat down-at this moment, he quietly released the palm of his grip on the syringe.
I don’t know when the needle of the syringe was broken into a right-angle bend.
Mr. Asaches straightened the needle again before throwing it on the table.
Now, how should I escape from this place... Azaches was lying on the sofa, with his hands resting on his head, his eyes staring at the ceiling of the room blankly.
Suddenly, Mr. Asathes sat up, and stared at the grumpy man who was handcuffed to the chair... Then, Mr. Asathes' arms began to shake like the grumpy man. stand up.
He even opened his mouth and started to make a low growl... He was adjusting the low growl, and didn't stop until it felt like the grumpy man.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Azaches began to turn over to the furniture in the room, and after he had fallen around everything, he leaned against the corner and sat down facing the door of the room.
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The last transportation that the nun chose was... a bicycle!
There was really no way. The float parade ended and people started to disperse. At present, more than a dozen major arterial roads are being crowded, and it is impossible to call for taxis.
She could only find a coat, cover the seriously injured Mr., and then ride a bicycle, all the way to the destination.
Mr. Calvin, a college scholar, was in [Free City]. Even children who had just started elementary school had heard of his name and deeds... The residence of Mr. Calvin was no secret.
In fact, Mr. Calvin, who has been practicing asceticism in accordance with the ancient tradition, is visited every day. Mr. Calvin never refused to meet these people who came to visit.
It's just that Mr. Calvin has always liked to persuade visitors to practice penance with him...This kind of penance method that follows the ancient traditions, in fact, not many people can persist.
As time passed, fewer and fewer people came to visit.
But Calvin University still insisted on persuading...the one caught was one-these were all told by Mr. Asaches.
Especially the saying that "catch one is one".
Mr. Asaches, is also an independent guy?
Sister Celion thought to herself that she even clearly remembered the appearance of Asathes rolling her eyes when she said these words first.
Although he is a well-known university student, because he is an ascetic, his residence is not a high-end residential area, but a dilapidated old building in the old city.
When the nun stopped her bicycle angrily, she saw only the attic in the dilapidated two-story house, with the lights on...not even the doorbell.
If you are looking for Teacher Calvin, you don't need to knock on the door, just go in directly. He will always wait for you in the attic study.
Once again remembering what Mr. Asaches had said, the nun hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to lift the seriously injured person on her back, bend over, and walk into the home of the Calderist with her back and half dragged.
The door was not even locked, it opened with a light push.
"Mr. Calvin, are you here?" The nun felt that she still had to say hello, so she shouted loudly at the door.
After only a few sounds, there was no response... She had to continue carrying the severely injured person on her back, climbed up to the second floor, and walked to the lighted room.
But at this moment, the sister nun heard a figure that seemed to be a scream... There was also a sound similar to when an iron chain was waving.
Sister Celion was shocked, and tentatively called out again: "Mr. Calvin, are you there? I'm a friend of Mr. Asathes... I want to find you something! Mr. Calvin? "
The sound of screaming, and the sound of the iron chain hitting.
In front of the door of the small attic, the nun slowly pushed open the door with her palms trembling slightly, and she instantly screamed--!
In the room, a white-haired old man was just wearing a pair of shorts and knelt on the ground.
He was lashing his body with an iron chain... and even Sister Celion saw the old man's thigh and tightened a metal strap!
There were also barbs on the tie, which deeply pierced the flesh of the old man's thigh... the blood was slowly left behind.
【Pension Belt】.
In an instant, Sister Celion remembered the scientific name of this metal cable tie.
This... Is this the so-called practice of following the ancient tradition?
But the exclamation sound couldn't even shake the old man, he still lashed his body with a chain over and over again.
On the old man's back, the old and new wounds were densely packed, dripping with blood, which made people uneasy.
For a long time...maybe not long, but watching the old man's self-flagellation, every second is a torture for Sister Celion.
After a while, the old man finally stopped whipping himself. He put down the chain, folded his hands, facing the window, and prayed.
Sister Celion didn't dare to speak at this time, but her nervous breathing gradually became a bit rapid.
The old man finally finished praying. He leaned on his leg and stood up slowly, then put on a robe, "Athaches asked you to come? Why did he let you come?"
He looked at Sister Celion calmly and asked.
"I..." Sister Celion opened her mouth and was about to speak.
"Who are you carrying?" The old man's eyes condensed directly.
Only then did Sister Celion put the seriously injured down quickly, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Calvin, this gentleman must see you. I am not very clear about the details, but he suddenly fainted at my house. Before, but because he had severe burns on his body, he didn't want to go to the hospital... It seems that someone else wants to catch him."
"Burns?" The old man...the Gal writer's gaze narrowed, and he walked quickly, opened the clothes covering the seriously injured person, took a quick glance, and then looked at Sister Celion: "You call what name?"
"Selion, sir." The nun replied in a low voice.
"Okay, Sister Celion, please do me a favor and lift him to the desk." The Gal writer said directly at this time.
"Books...table?" Sister Celion couldn't help but glanced at the desk with documents and books piled like a hill.
But the Gard writer quickly walked to the desk and swept the things on the desk directly to the ground, "Now it's okay, take him up, I'm going to prepare something."
After all, this [Free City] university scholar walked out of the room quickly.
Looking at the pace, it really doesn't look like an old man who has just lashed himself fiercely...His leg is still strangled with the pierced penance belt!
Sister Celion had to hurriedly moved the seriously injured to the emptied desk. Soon after, the Calvinist walked in with two clay pots. He stuffed one of them into Sister Celion’s hands. And said: "Wait, I will apply first, and then you will apply it again on the place where I applied. Do not apply for more than five seconds, remember?"
"Huh? Me?" Sister Celion opened her mouth, swallowed her saliva, and nodded: "I...I try my best!"
The two clay pots contained some viscous substance with a vague smell of medicine... but it was obviously not like a regular prescription ointment.
At this time, the Calder had already begun to apply ointment to the seriously injured. Sister Celion was a bit hard to get off, but she had to follow the instructions.
Candles were lit in the study, and there didn't even seem to be an electric light...Under the dim light, the two worked together, and it took a full half an hour to apply the ointment.
Although I don't know the origin of these ointments, when Sister Celion saw that the seriously injured person was unconscious, but the painful eyebrows gradually loosened, she had to secretly make a mysterious sound.
"Sister Celion." The Gal writer called directly at this time.
"Yes! I am!" The nun replied nervously.
I only heard Callier say: "Now, you have two choices. The first one, you leave here, you have to forget what happened tonight, so that your life may not be disturbed."
"Then... what about the second one?"
"You stay here." The Gal writer slowly said: "Question me what happened, but before you ask, you have to be prepared...some things, once you know it, it's hard to look back. You will even be so Involved in unprecedented danger. I suggest you choose the first one."
"I..." At this moment, the faces of the children in the orphanage flashed in the mind of the nun, she took a deep breath and said with a serious face: "I choose the first one."
"Then please go back." Gal literature nodded calmly: "Remember, don't tell anyone, including Azaches."
Sister Celion nodded silently... She glanced at the seriously injured person quickly, then turned around and walked out the door resolutely.
"Wait, Celion?" The Gal writer shouted nonchalantly at this time.
Sister Celion turned around.
I saw the Calderist frowned, and the look in her eyes changed, "I remember...Selion, you are the reserve of the Saint Maiden. Are you the fifth place in the previous session?"
"Is there a problem?" Sister Celion said subconsciously.
"There is a problem." The Gal writer said indifferently: "Since you are the reserve of the holy girl, then you have no first choice. I am sorry to tell you, Sister Celion, you may need to stay."
Sister Celion's eyes widened suddenly!
Old man, you can't be so unethical!
So angry!
(End of this chapter)