He wanted to talk to that guy, but unfortunately he couldn't do it. As one of the members of the school board, Caesar originally held a very high-level black card and had the right to step into almost any room in the academy, but the black card was "temporarily" taken away. The reason is conceivable. So Abbas came to him after getting the pass.

Abbas is always like this. When he comes to help you, he will always be calm and will not make you feel like he has received his favor.

Lu Mingfei slowly opened his eyes. Before he could see the surrounding scene clearly, a severe pain came, causing him to tremble.

Could it be that he really died after completing the transaction? When he woke up, he hung on the sword mountain in hell?

He tried his best to open his eyes—even his eyelids were so painful—to see the environment clearly. He lay on a very sophisticated bed with soft and comfortable Egyptian cotton sheets under him. The room was also very sophisticated, and the furniture and famous paintings hanging on the walls clearly told something...

The owner of the bedroom is rich, very rich, very rich, and is happy to tell everyone that he is rich.

The ivory window screens undulate and shine through the street lights, which means it is night outside.

How long has it been? Where is I?

The last memory is that in the corridor of the hospital, Odin threw Kungunier at Nono. He used his body as a shield, and then he summoned the little demon. The terrifying will to kill fell from the sky, and he showed a hideous face in front of Nono. Then there were some fragments, the god wearing a mask wielding the iron sword... the flying blood, lightning and flames... the face of the crying girl... that was Nono.

Lu Mingfei struggled to sit up, his wound cracked, and the pain almost fainted again.

Someone jumped up from the side, held Lu Mingfei and said in surprise, "You are awake!"

This line sounds familiar, and the next sentence is, "Comrades are all worried about it!"

He was a little fat man with a lively look, wearing a wine-red velvet pajamas, with a smooth head and a scent of wine on his body.

Lu Mingfei remembered that it was Mr. Shao. When he was in the mental hospital, Mr. Shao came to visit him. At that time, Mr. Shao brought his little brothers to the forefront and introduced himself as Nuonuo's boyfriend in kindergarten. He had a long talk with Lu Mingfei, asked about Caesar in a circle, and used his toes to think about Mr. Shao's thoughts.

"How could I be here?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Then you still need to ask? Of course, my senior sister sent you!"

"Is senior sister okay? Where is she?"

"She is fine, don't worry! She has something to do, so please ask me to take care of you!" Young Master Shao patted his chest, "You can rest assured to recover from the wounds. It's absolutely safe here."

Lu Mingfei wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he coughed violently. He felt that not only were there wounds outside, but also wounds inside his body, the kind that was sizzling with blood.

Mr. Shao took out an injection, "Ketamine, for pain relief, you need to rest more now."

The syringe was pierced on Lu Mingfei's upper arm, and the injection was slowly pushed in, and the pain gradually eased, and the tiredness was like a warm tide.

Shao Yifeng lie down with Lu Mingfei and poured himself a cup of Rafi.

For Shao Yifeng, the past 24 hours have been a thrilling adventure...

24 hours ago, Shao Yifeng woke up from his dream and threw Shelley's poems beside his pillow.

It was four o'clock in the morning when I saw the alarm clock. According to Shao Yifeng's previous biological clock, I would definitely not be able to wake up at this time.

He used to spend nightclubs with all kinds of little stars every night. He would tip his father when he was standing in front of him. He would fall asleep when he got home until noon, even if he detonated a mine at his bedside, he couldn't wake up.

But it has been different recently. Nuonuo is back. As soon as Nuonuo comes back, Mr. Shao wants to change his mind and become a new person, go to bed early and get up early, and read poetry before going to bed.

Men always have a strange desire to perform in front of the girls they like. Honest children want to play the prodigal son, and prodigal son wants to play the prodigal son and turn back, and they usually don’t act well. This is a historical rule, but later generations always don’t sum up the lessons and continue to perform.

Shao Yifeng vaguely remembered that he had a dream. In the dream, he and Nuonuo staged a grand "Titanic". In the end, the ship sank, and only a wooden board was left, and a person could lie on the board. He soaked in the cold sea water, hung a big blue diamond drop for Nuonuo, and said with a smile that my dream was to accompany you all my life. I am afraid that it would not be realized. Then he let go of his hand and sank into the cold sea.

It is said that dreaming of losing oneself in the dream is not a good sign, but after waking up, Mr. Shao was still a little happy and felt that he was the reincarnation of the love saint.

After waking up, Mr. Shao thought of the blue diamond that was the one I had seen in Tiffany's store. It was very appropriate to hang it around Nuonuo's neck, and thought that he should buy it as Nuonuo's birthday gift next year.

While sending WeChat messages to inquire about the sales director of Tiffany, Shao Yifeng walked downstairs, trying to get himself a glass of milk.

Shao Gongzi's apartment has two floors, located on the top of a luxury property. The exclusive elevator goes upstairs directly, and is decorated in his favorite baroque style. It is gorgeous and rich. From the floor to the gallery columns, it is covered with white marble. The glimmer of light shines through the stained glass parquet windows ordered in Venice.

Shao suddenly felt that the soles of his feet were a little sticky and was about to scold him about what the nanny had to eat, but the ground was not cleaned. When he looked up, he was so scared that his breathing was paused.

The ground was covered with blood, and blood flowed on the ground, flowed on the parquet glass window, and also flowed down the white marble pillars. Nuonuo sat underground, leaning against the wall, holding a bloody man in his arms, looking dull or sad.

She was so tired that she couldn't even stand up, but she hugged the man very tightly, as if only by breaking her arm could she separate from the blood man.

The senior sister was holding a man like this. Mr. Shao should have been so jealous that he gritted his teeth, but he just stood by and watched, and his heart felt a little painful for some reason - the hug was not like a lover, but like a dead pet, and the little girl hugged the kitten's body tightly.

"Teacher...Senior Sister?" Mr. Shao was trembling.

"Don't ask questions, I need enough tourniquet, plasma and blood transfusion kit, a set of scalpels, and enough medical alcohol." Nono turned his head and stared at Mr. Shao's eyes. "I also need two bottles of isoflurane inhaler, ten ketamine injections, and ten adrenaline injections."

"Senior sister, what do you want?" Young Master Shao was stunned when he heard this.

Nuonuo signaled Mr. Shao to hand her the pen, and then wrote the names of the medicines on a piece of paper with his trembling hands and handed them to Mr. Shao.

"It's all prescription drugs. Don't go through the channels of public hospitals. The police will find out and find your friends." Nuonuo said softly.

Mr. Shao nodded quickly. It was midnight, and this set of drugs and equipment that seemed to be surgery might not be able to get it if someone else had changed it. However, Mr. Shao invested in several high-end clinics, and even if he wanted to empty the drug warehouse, no one dared to say no to him.

"Also, clean up the elevator and garage floors, don't ask any of your hands to come down and help, do it yourself. After that, go to the property center and remove the hard drive of the monitoring system and pry it out."

Mr. Shao nodded vigorously, turned around and trotted to get the mop.

Nuonuo took a deep breath, struggled to get up, picked up Lu Mingfei, and went to Shao Yifeng's bedroom.

In the next four hours, Shao Yifeng felt that he was cleaning the murder scene. The bloodstains entered the elevator from the underground garage, and then entered Shao Yifeng's living room. The amount of blood was incredible. If the police arrived, they would probably not suspect that Shao Yifeng was killed at the first time, but that he suspected that he had hunted an elephant and dragged it into his home.

Shao Yifeng scrubbed and used all kinds of cleaning supplies he could find. He was so busy that he almost exhausted that he eliminated all traces before the property staff went to work.

When the aunts in charge of cleaning opened the building door, they were surprised to see Mr. Shao sweating all over, as if he had just finished the marathon.

"What's the fuss?" Mr. Shao showed an impatient expression. "Morning running is the habit of many successful people, Zuckerberg and Buffett both ran!"

After saying that, Mr. Shao rushed to the property center to solve the surveillance problem.

This kind of high-end apartment has 24-hour monitoring. The whole process of Nuonuo carrying Lu Mingfei in must have been recorded. The monitoring room is a property-oriented property, and idle people are not allowed to enter. It is logically difficult to deal with than cleaning blood stains. However, Mr. Shao is familiar with him and does not even have to hide it.

Mr. Shao trotted to the property center and told the security guard who was in charge of the monitoring room that my buddy gave me the keys of the monitoring room. I wiped out the surveillance record from last night. The brother immediately presented the keys. He didn't see what Mr. Shao wanted to delete, so he got up and went out.

This kind of thing is too common for Shao Yifeng. He brought some famous actress home and was photographed by surveillance, so of course it was to be erased. The security guards understand it very much.

At this time, the medicine and medical equipment were also delivered. Mr. Shao brought his things home. His bedroom was like a murder scene. From the curtains to the carpet, there were blood everywhere. Lu Mingfei lay quietly on his bed, unable to tell whether he was sleeping or dead.

Nuonuo gave Lu Mingfei blood, performed anesthesia, and then used a scalpel to cut the healed wounds, took out about one kilogram of fragments, and then washed them with a large amount of alcohol and saline.

Shao Yifeng suppressed his fear and helped him beside him, unable to believe that people could survive such injuries.
Chapter completed!