A man is a sword

In the summer of 20XX, the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar. City S.

night.

In the suburbs, the warm wind sent the cicadas singing, but in a villa in the villa area, the warm wind was cool and the cicadas stopped singing.

In Villa B No. 3, on the third floor, on the attic.

The alarm clock rang suddenly, but was quickly pressed down, as if it had been expected.

On the dial, the pointer is firmly pointing at the place near the three quarters of the ugly hour - yes, the short hand points to "ugly", while the long hand points to the "three" on the scale.

The faint fluorescence of the laptop screen dimmed immediately, and a slender hand gently closed the lid.

The joints are distinct, the nails are neat, and the movement is stable.

If this hand is not bronze but extremely fair, and if there are no thin calluses all over the fingertips and palm, I believe it is so delicate that it can be used as a hand model.

The same goes for the owner of the hand. If there is no long, twisted scar from the left jaw to the right side, which destroys the beauty, just looking at the chin and above, it can be described as tough and sunny.

The attic has never been turned on, and lacks the light source of the notebook, so it suddenly becomes dim and quiet.

The owner didn't rush to turn on the lights either, the bright moonlight spilled from the window, the light was enough.

After a busy day, after reading the report and reconciling the accounts, he stretched his waist and slowly put his strong body off the armchair and moved it to a dark brown futon in the room.

Raising his hand, he untied the ponytail at the back of his head, and the black hair that had been tied up all day was like satin, and fell smoothly over his shoulders.In ancient times, Shui picked a strand of hair behind her ears, wore an iron-gray pajamas, straightened her posture, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to -- broken thoughts.

——The pointer on the dial just moved to the "three quarters of the ugly hour".

At the same time, in a three-bedroom, two-living shared apartment separated by tens of kilometers, the three tenants are having a good dream.

Apart from--

"...a man should be a sword...a man should be a sword...a man should be a sword...a man—"

The voice in my head stopped abruptly.

In the third bedroom, Bai Gu opened his eyes, took the alarm clock on the table with no expression on his face, and checked the time: [-]:[-] am.

Two eyebrows raised slightly.

— The time is wrong.

Based on his 25 years of experience, the frequency of the curse in this dream is once every seven days, every half an hour, exactly from 02:30 am to [-]:[-], the stage when people are sleeping to death.

Since he was two years old, it has never stopped, rain or shine, even if he is studying all night and working overtime at night, no matter whether he is asleep or not, he always rings and ends on time.

He also went from ignorant and ignorant at the beginning, to panic and fear later, and now to deal with it indifferently.

Edgeworth?He is still cultivating immortals, this kind of thing sounds illusory, whether it is true or not, even if it is true, it is not in line with his philosophy of life - if it does not match, it should be discarded decisively.

He is an ordinary old young doctor. It is enough to work hard, save money, treat diseases and save people. Immortality hinders human development, economic growth and social progress, so don't add chaos to the country.

However, why did you make an exception today and only read for 10 minutes and 25 seconds?

It's okay to make an exception, presumably either my paranoia started to recover, or the other party lost confidence in him and didn't want to continue entanglement.

As for where the other party came from, Bai Gu said, what does it have to do with me? Curiosity killed the cat.

Bai Gu closed his eyes, slept the most, and had to go to work tomorrow.I don't have Stockholm Syndrome, and I will never miss this inexplicable voice in my head.

It is not without reason that the broken thoughts of water in ancient times were interrupted.

The sudden ringtone disturbed the silence of the room, the phone screen lit up, and the caller: Xiaoyu.

The built-in ringtone of the system rang persistently. Gu Shui stared at the phone for a while before remembering that he forgot to mute it today.

...For the sake of the accident the day before yesterday and being a junior, he took it.

"Hello?" Just as he was connected, he heard crying from the other end. Gu Shishui greeted while rubbing his temples.

"Brother Shi, I'm sorry, I'm very presumptuous..." A clear voice came from the receiver, full of embarrassment and anxiety, "In the middle of the night, I can only disturb Brother Shi. Please do me a favor no matter what. "

The name "Ancient Water" is a bit of a dilemma for its appellation.Pronouncing the surname, the same name as a certain search website, and playing every minute, pronouncing the last word seems to imply incompetence. Xiaoyu wisely chose the middle word, and everyone is happy.

Ancient Water was very calm: "Say it."

"I want to borrow Brother Shi's car, now."

"—Ah? Now?" Gu Shishui asked slowly, "I think you know the time now."

"Yes, yes." Xiaoyu cautiously said, "My car is not big enough, let alone someone else's car. After thinking about it, I can only disturb Brother Shi."

"Forget it, tell me straight up." Gu Shi Shui Dandan said, "What do you want to do?"

"I……"

The receiver suddenly became noisy, and he could faintly hear sobs and appeasement.

Gu Shishui rubbed his temples. He didn't mind crying, but he wasn't in a hurry. After waiting for a while, Xiaoyu's stammered voice came: "Brother Shi, I'm going to the nursery in the east of the city."

"Chengdong Nursery?"

"I want to carry something."

In the middle of the night, transporting things?

Gu Shi Shui held his index finger and continued rubbing his temples: "Just you?"

"And Nana." Xiaoyu replied, "Brother Shi, I know it's inconvenient for you, but at this time, only you can help me. Just lend me a car, really, I'll be back early in the morning , to wash your car and fill up the gas..."

"Oh? Just a car?"

The person on the receiver was slightly silent: "...Yes."

Gu Shishui rubbed his temples again: "Okay, wait for me, take it easy, you know."

"I understand, don't be in a hurry, thank you Brother Shi!" Xiaoyu became visibly cheerful, "I'll go there right away."

"Forget it, my car has a high chassis, so you may not be able to get on it. After 10 minutes, you will wait for me on the steps in front of the hospital."

"Ok."

Gu Shishui hung up the phone, rubbed his temples again, just like that, with long hair in a shawl, swayed to his knees, and walked on his knees to pick up the car keys.

— Before that, there were prosthetics.

Why did their car rear-end yesterday—no, it was the day before yesterday, and they didn't know each other if they didn't collide.

Although the two sides did not collide with each other to produce a tragic effect, there were still some scratches. His car was a silver-gray Jinbei bread, second-hand, and he had driven it for four years in his hands, so he was not afraid of bumps; The blue Volkswagen Lavida is newly bought just by looking at the license plate, and of course the gold is more expensive.

Speaking of which, he should really be fully responsible for the rear-end collision - he came back from the outside today, just stared at the newly built flower bed shelf, and was used to this road, completely ignoring the red light of the car in front of him.

It turned out to be at the gate, very stupidly chased after him.

Generally, if a car is scratched, the party being rubbed will definitely come down immediately to check the damage, while the other party only lowers the window and looks back. It is the big dog that rushed down from the car that caught his attention.

Just when he wondered why the driver didn't come out, and didn't even show his head, the big dog circled the LaVida twice, circled his gold cup twice, ran to the front of the car and barked a few times, then turned back and faced him The driver's cab called a few times.

What does this mean?

He reversed the car a little and figured it out.

——Reversing the car made the distance between the two sides widen, and he sat high again, seeing the sign posted on the rear of the other party's car.

The yellow wheelchair logo couldn't be more eye-catching.

Just like him, the same logo is pasted on the front and rear of the car, clearly indicating that there are disabled people in the car.

The author has something to say: there are not many manuscripts, welcome to brainstorm and spur XDDD