Time seemed to be very long. In the silent space, only the newly purchased wall clock in the living room moved tirelessly and made a ticking sound.

"If I'm not wrong, you copied other people's work or imitated comics and stories," Chen Jun was so unexpected that Jiang Rong was slightly shocked.

"What did you say?" Jiang Rong said in surprise.

"You don't understand," Chen Jun looked directly into her eyes and said, "I don't believe in evil. These two cases are by no means supernatural phenomena. They were carefully planned by someone and used a cover-up to cover up the killing methods to achieve the purpose of killing."

"So what, it matters to me,"

Chen Jun continued to stare at the opponent with an aggressive and sharp gaze, like a sharp sword: "Yes, you are an accomplice. The murderer used you to draw the murder procedure in comics, so as to produce a terrifying expected effect. To satisfy the hidden murderer’s purpose of venting his hatred.”

Chen Jun's words obviously angered Jiang Rong. Her face darkened, she stood up from the sofa, pointed her finger in the direction of the door, and said angrily: "Please get out, I am not from your Chen family, nor you." My dear sister, you can make wild guesses as you like, but you cannot slander my personality and dignity."

"Why, I'm afraid, I feel guilty," Chen Jun continued to ask without any concealment, "Don't forget, I am your brother...and your adoptive father who loves you, my father Chen Zhiqing, do you want to reject us all?" Outside the door," he actually really wanted to tell her that she had a biological father, and it was she who caused her biological father to become a half-dead vegetative state.

But could she bear this? Chen Jun finally gave up the idea of ​​telling her his true identity. He was speechless and stared coldly at Jiang Rong, who was shaking all over, with no intention of leaving.

Scared, indeed she was scared. Every time she woke up from a nightmare, she could no longer contain the fear in her heart. Loneliness, fear, and helplessness tortured her all the time.

A drop of clear tears silently slid down her smooth and flawless face. She was very beautiful, but very inferior. Faced with Chen Jun's unreasonable inference, she seemed to have nothing else to say except anger.

Suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she looked directly at the other person and said word for word: "There is no murderer, no plagiarism, the comic was told to me by a friend, and I brewed it according to the ideas she gave me..."

Upon hearing what he said, Chen Jun was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that Jiang Rong would be fooled by his random bluff and reveal the hidden secret.

"Your friend,"

"Um,"

"Is he a boy or a girl? Where is he?"

"It's in a very far away place. I don't remember the exact location of that place, I just remember a rough idea," Jiang Rong thought as she said that, and suddenly covered her head and squatted down...

Chen Jun said in surprise: "What's wrong?" He quickly helped her sit on the sofa, and quickly poured her a glass of water. "Drink some water."

"It's... I have a headache..." Jiang Rong covered her head, seemingly unable to hold on, and buried her head deeply in her knees, crying in a low voice in pain.

"No, I have to go to the hospital," Chen Jun ignored her, supported her and ran towards the door.

Jiang Rong stubbornly straightened up and stepped back, "I won't go..."

Chen Jun didn't allow her to say anything. He threw his arms around her waist and ran out of the room. He forced her into the bed of the motorcycle. Then with extremely fast movements, he closed the door, locked the door, got on the motorcycle, and Don’t forget to remind me: “Sit tight and hold on, I’ll take you to the doctor right away.”

The motorcycle spit out smoke and drove Jiang Rong straight to the hospital. Along the way, Chen Jun turned on the siren, forcing the vehicles blocking the front to give way.

Jiang Rong covered her head, curled up and let Chen Jun rush to the hospital like a wind.

When you get to the hospital, you don't get diagnosis and treatment right away. You have to go through a series of admission procedures, such as registration, going to the doctor for consultation, then blood tests, waiting for the results, taking the results to the doctor, queuing up for follow-up visits, and then It's your turn to get medicine.

Get the medicine and wait in line again...

In this back and forth, all the time was wasted running on the road. You said whether you were in a hurry or not, which made Chen Jun so anxious that his lips blistered and his legs became weak. It was not his turn to get the medicine yet.

Jiang Rong was temporarily placed on a chair by him, and he didn't have time to see how her headache was going.

This was the result of him not revealing his identity. Besides, it was impossible to meet a doctor who knew him every time. Also, this hospital was not the same hospital where his grandfather received emergency treatment last time.

No one here knew him, so he didn't get special care. When he got the medicine, he looked at the time carefully and found that it had been almost two hours since he came to the hospital. In other words, he had been waiting here for half an hour for the medicine. Jiang Rong What is the concept of leaving it aside for half an hour?

He hurriedly took the medicine and went to where Jiang Rong was sitting. He was dumbfounded.

The chair was empty. Not to mention Jiang Rong, there was no other patient.

In the hospital, there were so many people coming and going. Chen Jun fainted and didn't know where to look for her.

Thinking about whether she would go to the bathroom, he hurried to the bathroom door and waited... Oh my, the wait lasted another half an hour, until a chubby aunt came out. He took the initiative to step forward and asked: "Auntie, is there anyone else in there? ,"

The aunt gave him a strange look, shook her head and said, "No," and left quickly.

Jiang Rong did not go far.

When Chen Jun went to get the medicine, she had a splitting headache. She felt like something was about to happen. Although she had a headache, her thinking was very clear. She remembered that she had drawn a new cartoon manuscript last night.

It's strange to say that in the midst of ignorance, the urge to paint comes from an inexplicable moment, and inspiration bursts out at that moment. My hands don't obey me, as if I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I keep painting. Until it's all done...

Because Chen Jun had warned herself before that she could not continue to draw comics, she did not dare to tell the fact that she had once again involuntarily drawn a comic manuscript last night in the room.

Last night's comic story told a very strange story, which happened in a funeral parlor.

A worker who burned corpses in a funeral home was cleaning up a charred corpse, only to find that the corpse, which was already dead and 100% charred, was moving on its own without any human intervention...
Chapter completed!