The stars are not last night

The stars are shining brightly, and the cold moon is like frost.

The night wind poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, causing the curtains to flutter gently.

Yin Xingchen stood by the window, looking indifferently at the night scene outside the window.

There was a slight sound of crystal glasses colliding in the dark room. Yin Xingchen turned around, his body stiffened for a moment.

In the huge room, only the cold moon cast a layer of weak light, and the wall lamp had already been turned off, but it was enough for him to see the familiar figure standing beside the coffee table clearly.

The boy eagerly poured tea for himself, cup after cup, cup after cup, until there was no more water in the teapot.

Pure black pupils looked at Yin Xingchen, the boy raised his glass and said in a hoarse and broken voice, "I want more."

Yin Xingchen took out an exquisitely crafted crystal long-necked bottle from the wine cabinet, uncapped it and handed it to the young man.

"It's pure water."

"Thank you."

The bottle of pure water was originally placed at the auction as a luxury item. What was expensive was not the Alpine Spring, but the transparent crystal bottle.A month ago, Yin Xingchen took a photo and put it in this room without moving it.

After filling himself with water, the young man spread out on the sofa and closed his eyes. He was already exhausted from the days of evading pursuit.

Through the action of the young man drinking water, and the faint smell of blood in the air, Yin Xingchen knew that both of his shoulders were seriously injured.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

"Don't go," the boy's voice was struggling subtly, obviously enduring intense pain: "Give me some morphine and a needle."

"Sorry, I don't have the habit of obeying other people's demands." Yin Xingchen responded coldly.

"Brother Chen, if you don't want me to die here in the next moment..."

Before the young man finished speaking, Yin Xingchen walked up to him with a movement, pulling off the collar of his black windbreaker with both hands.

Perhaps Yin Xingchen moved too much, the boy trembled, his hands climbed onto Yin Xingchen's wrist, and said weakly, "Brother Chen, I want morphine."

Yin Xingchen carefully took off the boy's black windbreaker to the elbow, and through the moonlight, he saw the white T-shirt that was stained bright red with blood.

The next moment, the boy's white T-shirt was cut open and torn off by Yin Xingchen with the saber he carried with him.

A strong smell of blood rushed to his face, and the boy's shoulders were bloody and bloody, but his way of stopping the bleeding was to wrap scotch tape around the two shoulders.

Yin Xingchen understands medical knowledge. To be precise, his medical skills are not inferior to those of the two female doctors in TX. After all, he is a member of the Yin family. He has to learn this knowledge since he was a child to prevent emergencies.For example, plotting.

Yin Xingchen brought a medical box, dug out a series of needles from it, injected the boy, and then picked off the slightly poisonous scotch tape on the boy's shoulder with a knife.

This is a knife wound, a knife wound that runs through the entire shoulder, the knife is done skillfully, it does not hurt the muscles and bones, but it can also cause blood loss to death.

"Next time you mess around again, I'll give you a knife first." Yin Xingchen said calmly while treating the boy's wound, his tone was a little bit of a lesson.

"There will be no next time, I promise." I want to raise my hand to swear to express my promise, but I can't raise my hand because of the pain.

"Who did it?" When asked this sentence, Yin Xingchen looked straight into the young man's eyes, feeling oppressed suddenly,

"It's a long story, I can't tell you in this time." The boy finally couldn't hold it anymore, closed his eyes, and fell into darkness.

He was too tired to hold on anymore, Yin Xingchen helped him to the bed to rest without waking him up.

"Even if the world is destroyed, let me sleep." Inexplicably, Yin Xingchen remembered what the boy had said.

Yin Xingchen felt that the boy was a little more gloomy than a year ago.

The former frivolous color has faded away, and the rest is only pale and feeble.

Two years ago, in order to repay Yin Xingchen's favor, the boy single-handedly robbed a shipment of snake venom.

A year ago, the boy disappeared inexplicably. The Yin family spread all over Asia and Europe, covering the rest of the continent's relationship network, but failed to bring back any information.

After closing the door, Yin Xingchen called Liang Chuan from the corridor.

Liang Chuan, who was in the nightclub, found a quiet place before he dared to answer his boss's phone call.

"Add manpower to search in Europe."

"Brother Chen, a European detective we hired recently sent me an email. He found out about the whereabouts of Mr. Jun in Europe."

"Forward the email to me."

"The email only gave a rough overview, but he hasn't sent the details yet. The detective dared not investigate any further."

"reason."

"This matter is involved, the Hunt family."

"Find someone who has the courage to continue the investigation. I want to know everything."

"Yes, Brother Chen."

After hanging up the phone, Yin Xingchen raised the corners of his lips, pulled out a sinister smile, and mocked: "The Han Te family? I've been displeased with you for a long time."

After Yin Xingchen left, a blue figure quietly disappeared into the room where the boy was.

Ye Shan half-kneeled beside the boy's bed, grabbed the boy's hand to check his pulse, and frowned tightly.

She prepared a pair of internal medicine from the medicine box, crushed it, neutralized it with water, and fed it to the semi-conscious teenager.

The boy didn't resist, but the process of feeding the medicine was a bit difficult.

After feeding the last mouthful of medicine, Yew Shan breathed a sigh of relief, she wanted to reach out to touch the boy's wound, but was afraid that he would feel pain.

Put your hand on the boy's chest, feel the faint beating of the heart.

If the young man whispered the word "Yew" instead of "Poetry Shadow", Princess Aliad would be more than happy to kiss his cold skin that lost all color. Unfortunately, the young man was not thinking of her.

Yew wanted to bite his wrist hard, in fact, she tried to do so, but unfortunately the tooth marks disappeared soon, and the current young man might not be able to withstand another blood loss, so she didn't bite.