i am your guide

A scarlet cross hangs in the night sky, and the signboard of the city center hospital shines dazzlingly. Fortunately, it's not far from Sith's residence, and the two of them are only two blocks away.

The routine department is off work, and only the emergency department is working at this time.The sliding door opened automatically, and the two walked into the lobby. The pale light from the overhead chandelier lit up every corner of the hall. During the day, the noisy and crowded registration gate was empty. Except for the large scrolling screen that was still dutifully sticking to its post, there was nothing to see. A hospital worker.

The corridor of the hospital was empty at night, the door of the duty room was tightly locked, and the light tube on the wall barely illuminated the words on the door plate. Sith had never been in the emergency room at night, and Keweier looked familiar, Turning a corner with Sith, we arrived at the emergency room.

The word "emergency" was written in big letters on the door, and the door was half-closed, revealing a glimmer of light.

"excuse me."

Kevill controlled the volume so that the people inside could hear him. He reached out to push the door and walked into the emergency room first.

There is a large table in the middle and a medicine cabinet next to it, which is extremely simple.

The visiting doctor is an old man who looks to be in his sixties. He wears silver reading glasses and his face is full of wrinkles. He squints his eyes and reads a thick pharmacopoeia. The beard on the lips rises and falls with the breath.

Seeing a patient coming, he smacked his lips, put down the book, raised his glasses with his fingers, and squinted at the two of them.

"Who sees a doctor? What disease?"

"I, my wrist is bruised."

Sith hurriedly followed from behind, and spoke.

The doctor stood up when he heard the sound, walked up to Sith, picked up Sith's fingers, looked at it a few times, and then walked towards the medicine cabinet.

"Small scratches, it will heal quickly with some medicine. In the last three days, avoid strenuous activities, which will waste your muscles and bones."

The doctor spoke slowly, took a few bottles of medicine and smeared it on Sith's wrist, and finally wrapped a circle of gauze, walked back easily and continued to pick up his pharmacopoeia, and even waved to the two of them impatiently .

"Go to the self-checkout outside the door and pay the money."

That sentence was addressed to Kervell, who glanced at Sith and turned to go out to pay.

With the wrist screen gone, basic social activities could not be carried out, and the medical expenses were so troublesome that Keweier helped him pay in advance.

Sith looked at the white strip on his right hand and sighed slightly.He originally didn't want to owe that person anything, but unfortunately things backfired, as if... he owed more and more.

"Boy, is that your sentinel?"

While Sith was thinking, the doctor behind him suddenly said such a sentence.

"no……"

Sith turned around, and he saw the doctor crouching in the chair, holding the book in his arms, looking at him casually with downcast eyes.

"That's weird."

The doctor smiled strangely, and looked at Sith suddenly full of curiosity, his beard fluttered straight up, and his whole body showed a playful expression.

what's so strange...

Sith was at a loss, and just as he was about to ask, he heard Keweier's footsteps.

"Let's go."

Kevill leaned against the door, talking to Sith.

It was as if a needle had been stuck in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it back and forth. Sith didn't understand what the doctor said just now, and what happened tonight was too outrageous, so his expression gradually became serious.

He was led by Kevill to sit on the bench in the corridor. The metal seat was cold and spread to the skin through the clothes, which made Sith calm down a lot. He groaned and pressed his chin, and Sith began to analyze a series of recent events.

"Who the hell is it? I have no money, no fame, and no prominent status. Why do I have to hire so many assassins to kill an unknown person?"

Sith looked at Kevill, who was standing opposite him, with a confused expression.

He really couldn't figure out why a mediocre person like him would be besieged and killed.

"Their abilities are mediocre, but their equipment is excellent, more than enough to deal with B+ level guides, but I think... there is no reason for you to be selected as the target."

Keweier looked at Sith and said.

Sith's family, Di Keweier, has seen it in the information, and it is really poor and white. It may not be because of money, but if there is any reason to complain, it may be an academic matter.

Sith was, after all, a gifted scholar.

"Could it be because of the experiment I did? But I haven't heard that John has any enemies, or..."

Sith remembered what he had done recently, and then wondered if it might be that the DH1 experiment was hindering someone's way of making a fortune. He was thinking of sending a message to John to ask, when he raised his hand, he realized that his wrist screen It has been scrapped in the battle just now, and I can't help feeling annoyed.

The new optical brain will really go bankrupt!

Seeing Sith buried his face in his arms and couldn't get up for a while, Keweier pondered for a while, and finally spoke.

"Where are you going now?"

"Of course I go home and sleep, where else can I go!"

Sith slowly raised his head, under the black bangs were listless eyes, he rested his chin on his hands, and said sadly.

Strange things happened one after another, and the whole day went on and on. Before he had sorted out the context of the previous one, the next one followed. He wanted to sleep and go home.

"What if there is a second wave of assassins lurking in your house?"

Keweier's voice was a bit cold. Hearing his words, Sith instantly imagined a scene: In the dark bedroom, he was sleeping soundly and dreaming happily, suddenly!The door of the bedroom was gently opened, a gloomy light was projected from the crack of the door, the cold light of the sharp blade drew an arc in the air, the assassin walked to his bed, raised the knife and dropped it!

Or someone hid in a dark corner and watched him silently after he returned home...

Or, when he was looking into the distance, a pair of scarlet eyes opened in the darkness...

Stop it!

Sith's back was instantly covered with a layer of cold sweat. The temperature in June was just right, but he seemed to be wrapped in winter's cold, from skin to bone marrow.He coughed a few times and said.

"Then what do you say, you can't go home if you have a home, and you can't go to a hotel without an optical brain. Are you sleeping on the street?"

Sith thought about all the places he could go, and finally came to the only conclusion: sleeping on the street.

Is he going to sleep in the bridge hole at such a young age?

After hearing this, Kevill also fell into silence, his pretty brows were slightly frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he said tentatively.

"Or, I can take you in."

???

Major general, are you serious?

Sith looked at Kevil who seemed to have made up his mind with a stiff expression. He was shocked by his words for a long time and didn't recover for a long time. The question marks in his mind turned into a long silence in the end.

How could the major general want to take someone who is not even a friend home so easily for the night?Speaking of which, the Major General's home should refer to the Empire's Xianlong Legion, or the Xianlong Group?

"If you have nowhere to go, you can come to me."

Seeing that Sith didn't respond, Keweier said it again.

Is the major general trying to help people to the end and send Buddha to the West?When you see other people in trouble, you can't be ruthless and don't care about it. If you can do it yourself, you must help others, so... are you such an enthusiastic person?Or is there no picture of him?

"If you have helped me enough, I won't bother you. I think the bridge hole is also good."

Sith stood up, he sighed lightly, and said.

Sure enough, it's better to stay away from this kind of person, and don't... get involved in anything.

In the mind of the current Sith, what is Kvir?

The only S-rank sentinel in the entire empire today, the proud son of heaven, a person surrounded by layers of halo, he is very noble, so noble that he is like stars and stars far away in the sky, he can only be seen from a distance; for some people, like it is like, It is also possible to love so much that he is obsessed. Sith likes Keweier in the interstellar whistle contest very much. He is elegant and powerful. He is the person he respects and looks forward to. He is like a bottomless vortex, tempting him to the end that he knows is destruction.

How cruel the battlefield is, how cunning the politics are, unlike others, he has no backing.

Sith didn't dare to look at Kevill's lonely figure under the light, he pursed his lips and walked forward, a turbulent wave arose in his heart, and finally forced himself to return it to calm, he took a deep breath, and strode forward.

"It's okay, but the city is being renovated recently, and you will be fined for sleeping on the street."

Sith thought that Keweier was withering alone and lonely, but he didn't expect that the man was thinking about the issue of fines; I have to say, this sentence was too useful, and Sith, who was walking in a high-spirited manner just now, stopped suddenly. As soon as he stepped down, he wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant, and then turned back angrily.

"Fines and fines, fines all day long, sleeping on the street is not allowed, what the hell is going on! Okay! I'll go back with you, please take me in!"

Sith's unknown anger poured all over Keville, looking at the little monster in front of him with wide eyes and claws, Keville smiled slightly: "Okay."