Liu Jie's surgery at the hospital was very successful.

Although Liu Jie's arm has been reattached, he may not be able to use it in a short time.

Originally, Wu Xiaomei was injured, but now she is healed, and both of them are injured.

Not caring about rest, Liu Jie rushed back to the community as soon as possible.

However, when he first arrived at the gate of the community, he found several police officers questioning the property manager.

Everything in the security booth was dug out and placed on the steps one by one.

The police seemed to be looking for something.

Although it was late at night, there were still many people watching.

In order to avoid suspicion, Liu Jie got into the elevator without stopping.

Just as the elevator door closed, a hand reached in and opened the elevator door. The people who came were actually Jiang Xiaoyu and Zhu Chen.

Liu Jie noticed that Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes were red as if he had cried.

Jiang Xiaoyu also noticed that Wu Xiaomei's expression was a little strange. She had a gloomy face and seemed unhappy, while Liu Jie was obviously injured as he hung his arm.

"You're still up so late?" Liu Jie took the initiative to say hello to Jiang Xiaoyu.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk." Zhu Chen answered with a smile before Jiang Xiaoyu could: "I heard that you were trapped in the chemical plant. Are you okay? Is your hand okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a dislocation. What's going on at the door? Why are there police?" Liu Jie asked tentatively.

"I haven't heard anything about it, but Uncle Guo was taken away."

"Uncle Guo?"

Liu Jie and Su Ho looked at each other, both a little surprised.

In everyone’s impression, Uncle Guo is a completely good guy. How could he be caught?

"Yes, it's Uncle Guo."

"Do you know the reason?"

"That's not clear."

After the greetings, Liu Jie didn't know what to say for a moment. The four of them just stood in two corners, no one spoke to each other, and the scene was strangely quiet.

After a while, Zhu Chen got off the elevator, and Liu Jie was the only one left in the elevator.

Looking at Jiang Xiaoyu's red eyes, Liu Jie wanted to ask what happened.

But due to the presence of Su Ho, I finally endured it.

However, Su Ho seemed to have noticed Liu Jie's thoughts and couldn't help but want to disgust Liu Jie.

"Liu Jie, isn't Miss Jiang your good friend? Look at how wronged she has been. Her eyes are red from crying. You don't know how to comfort her?"

ah?

Liu Jie thought he heard wrongly.

This woman is really a gossip. After all this time, she still has the time to joke.

"What are you looking at me for? I'm not kidding, what I said is true. Miss Jiang, are you bullying me? Could it be that guy just now? Did you two have a fight?" Even Jiang Xiaoyu was confused now.

I'm a little shocked. When did Wu Xiaomei become so nosy?

Liu Jie also had a headache. This woman was simply a lunatic.

There is nothing she dare not do.

Fortunately, the elevator door opened at this time, and Jiang Xiaoyu found an excuse and hurried away.

However, Su Ho had no intention of letting Jiang Xiaoyu go. Instead, he shouted loudly from behind, "Miss Jiang, if you encounter any difficulties, just say hello to Liu Jie and he will definitely help you."

Liu Jie shook his head and smiled helplessly. Su Ho was really mentally ill. If Jiang Xiaoyu hadn't encountered something bad today, he would have beaten Su Ho to death.

"What do you want to do? Don't you think we have enough trouble?"

Liu Jie opened the door to his house as he spoke.

"Is it too much? Where is it too much? I don't care, as long as the debt is large, I don't have to worry about it." Su Ho shrugged, pretending to be indifferent: "But I saw that you seemed to care about her just now? You are just like this when you change your mind.

What about Wu Xiaomei? Men really don’t have a good thing.”

Liu Jie was too lazy to explain, locked the door behind him and couldn't wait to find the mobile phone Nietzsche gave him.

Sure enough, Nietzsche really called him, and there were more than one.

"What did he say?" Su Ho asked.

"I made several phone calls but I didn't receive any, and I don't know what he was going to say." As soon as Liu Jie finished speaking, his cell phone suddenly rang, and Nietzsche actually called at this time.

The two of them looked at each other in shock.

Nietzsche's call came too punctually. It couldn't be said to be punctual anymore, it simply came within seconds.

It can be seen from this that Nietzsche must have been watching them somewhere, making sure that they entered the room and the lights were on, and then made the call.

In other words, Nietzsche is in the community right now.

After hesitating, Liu Jie answered the call. But this time Liu Jie was more thoughtful and secretly turned on the recording.

"Hey, you're back. I've been waiting for you for a long time. How is your injury?"

"I'm fine, how do I know I'm injured? Are you monitoring me?"

"Surveillance is out of the question, because you are always standing under the light. Even a blind man would probably know your existence." Nietzsche said with a sneer.

"I have completed the task you gave me." Liu Jie said.

"I know, you did a good job, but I still need you to do one more thing for me."

"What are you going to do? You won't let me kill someone for you, right?"

"Kill someone? Do you have the courage?"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Aren't you always looking for me? Then let's meet tomorrow."

"What did you say?" Liu Jie thought he heard wrongly.

He didn't expect Nietzsche to take the initiative to invite him to meet.

"I said let's meet tomorrow."

Liu Jie looked at Su Ho hesitantly. Su Ho nodded and signaled Liu Jie to agree quickly.

For them, Nietzsche is a potentially huge threat, and of course the sooner it is resolved, the better.

Otherwise, sooner or later there will be a big mess, which will be of no benefit to anyone.

However, Liu Xie was still hesitant. Nietzsche's behavior was so abnormal. He had been hiding behind the scenes before, but now he suddenly asked for a meeting. This made Liu Jie suspect that this was a trap.

"Why do you suddenly want to see me? Haven't you always been reluctant to show up before?"

"Because the matter is over and my goal has been achieved, there is no need to be secretive anymore."

"What do you mean? Are you planning to surrender?"

"Surrender? Of course it's not surrender. I won't surrender either. This doesn't mean anything to you, right? I'll wait for you at Warehouse No. 8 in the old city at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

With that said Nietzsche hung up the phone.

"That's weird. Why did he suddenly ask me to meet? He must have some thoughts, right?" Liu Jie put down his phone and leaned on the sofa.

"Snapped."

With a crisp sound, all the lights in the house went out, and it was dark for an instant.

"What are you doing?" Liu Jie looked at the door speechlessly.

"What do you think I'm doing? Nietzsche is staring at us right now. If we turn on the light, won't he notice every move we make? Do you think he's on the building opposite?"

Su Ho sat next to Liu Jie, took out his mobile phone and clicked a piece of soft music.

Su Yang's piano sounded, and the two of them stopped talking. They just sat side by side, listening to the music quietly.

During this period, Liu Jie's life was really too impatient and chaotic. He had not listened to a song so quietly for a long, long time.

The breeze passed through the balcony and lifted the curtains, making a rustling sound.

The lights inside the community are bright, the streets that were busy during the day are now completely quiet, and the police at the gate have dispersed.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Liu Jie raised his legs and put them on the coffee table, then shakily lit a cigarette.

As soon as he took a sip, Su Ho snatched it away.

Just when he thought Su Ho would put out the cigarette, Su Ho put the cigarette into his mouth, took a deep breath and blew out the smoke rings.

Her movements are very skillful, and she looks like a veteran at first glance.

"You are a woman, how can you smoke?" Liu Jie said.
To be continued...