Mr. Wenger returned to his room, took a hot shower and was about to rest, but the phone suddenly rang.
"There is something on the head of your bed, take a closer look." There was a strange voice over there, and he didn't recognize the number.
Wenger realized something and immediately lifted the pillow.
Sure enough, a light blue envelope lies quietly on the white sheets. If in another case, such envelopes can easily remind people of a beautiful date, or some more ambiguous content.
Wenger shivered and stretched out his hand, quickly retracted his hand, hugged his head and thought about it for a long time before opening the envelope.
There is only one check inside, and the amount is blank. The note section shows that the maximum limit for this check is 500,000 US dollars.
Whose life is worth 500,000!
Wenger was thinking about this thin check. Do he need to take risks for the half million?
The answer is obvious. Whether he needs it or not, Kyoto has his personal health value, and he must complete this irresistible mission.
Mr. Carl lives in Kyoto Sada Private Hospital, which is a specialized hospital for cardiovascular and cerebral tract management. Dr. Hayada Georiji is a well-known expert in cardiovascular and cerebral tract management in Japan, and is also a professor at the School of Medicine of Kyoto University.
The ward where Karl lives is on the second floor of the inpatient department, a senior ward for Gart's care; there is a beautiful female nurse in the room at any time.
Not long after twelve o'clock, Liangzi received a call and then seemed restless, biting her lips and blushing on her face.
Carl fell asleep at around 10 o'clock when he was weak and sleepy.
Liangzi looked at the medicine bottle on the infusion stand. At the current speed, it took less than half an hour to inject the medicine bottle. She walked around the room a few times, walked to the hospital bed to adjust the infusion clip. She dripped it.
The speed is significantly slower, and I can hold on for at least an hour.
At half past twelve, a heavy footsteps came from the corridor. I walked to the door of Carl's ward and stopped; then, a gentle knock on the door sounded, "Gee!Gee!Gee!"
Ryoko was sitting in front of Carl's bed reading a book when she heard a knock on the door and stood up to open the door.
However, there was no one outside the door.
She walked to the corridor and looked at both sides. Except for the pale fluorescent lights, there was no figure of anyone, as lifeless as before.
Liangzi returned to the ward and closed the door and continued reading.
Two minutes passed, and another heavy sound of footsteps came from the corridor. This time, I stopped in front of the ward again, and then there were three more knocks on the door, "Hao! Huh! Huh!"
Liangzi trotted to the door and opened it suddenly.
The outside was still empty, and there was no ghost.
Liangzi shouted: "Who? Where is who? Is there anyone?"
No one answered, and her voice disappeared into the long corridor before it was heard.
Liangzi closed the door and grabbed the phone in the ward to call the duty room.
A busy voice of "beep" came from the phone. In this case, either someone is calling in the duty room or the phone is not ready.
Liangzi called the duty room over and over again, and suddenly the footsteps rang out of the door again and listened in front of the ward.
"Hehe! Hehe! Hehe!" The ward door knocked three times.
Liangzi was so scared that she shivered all over and her teeth creaked. She watched the door slowly stand up and shivered against the wall, but she didn't dare to walk over and open the door.
Every hospital that has been around for a long time is bound to have some legends related to ghosts and gods. Sada Hospital is a cardiovascular hospital, and cardiovascular diseases are diseases with relatively high mortality rates. Therefore, there are 100 cardiovascular patients who died in Sada Hospital.
above.
The most famous legend here is that a doctor named Yamashita who once worked here died in a car accident in front of the hospital. About half a year later, a night nurse said that she saw the doctor at Yamashita walking through the corridor at around 1:00 a.m.
After that, I walked into a ward and went into the check-in.
Liangzi glanced at the watch and the pointer pointed at 1:00 a.m.
"Hehe! Hehe! Hehe!" There were three more knocks on the door.
"Miss, go and open the door." Mr. Carl suddenly spoke.
"Ah!" Liangzi screamed in pain and fainted in fear.
The second half of the legend is that every time a patient who has been examined by a doctor at Yamashita will die without exception the next day.
The door was slowly pushed open, and a thin shadow was projected in.
"Come in. The nurse is already scared by you." Carl looked at the ward door and said peacefully; "I have two great regrets in my life, one is that I have never seen God, and the other is that I have never seen the devil. Why not yet
Come in? Let me see what the devil looks like? Ghosts have no shadows. You are not a ghost, you are a human."
A tall man in black walked into the ward, his head was covered by the hat of the windbreaker, and his whole face was trapped in the dark shadow.
"Although you are wearing high heels, I still recognize you. Mr. Wenger, who asked you to come?" Carl pressed the button next to him, and the bed slowly rose a little, supporting Carl's upper body.
The man in black did not speak, walked to the infusion stand and took out a syringe and prepared to inject it into the infusion bottle.
"Oh..." Carl sighed long; "Wenger, you've been fooled, you've all been fooled."
The man in black had completed the injection, pulled out the syringe and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he stepped back and stood quietly, as if waiting for the arrival of a certain moment.
"I said, you were fooled." Carl stretched out his arm; "Look! The needle was pulled out half an hour ago."
The man in black screamed in surprise and turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wenger, do you think you can still leave? At least, you shouldn't have walked from there." Carl sighed again.
The man in black rushed to the door, and the corridor, which was just gloomy and quiet, suddenly became lively. The nurses' laughter, the doctor's scolding, the hospital bed was pushed, and the thanks from the patients' families.
"Who gave the order? Oh, Mr. Wenger, you have always been under my command. No one will give orders in front of you. Look, how thorough they think about it. Even if you fail, you will not involve others."
The man in black quickly closed the door and walked to the window to pull the curtains apart. Then he pulled up the entire curtains.
There was a wall behind the curtains, and there were no windows in this ward!
"Hahahaha." Carl laughed and sat upright, pointing at the man in black; "Wenger, it's ridiculous. If I had known that you were so stupid, I wouldn't have hired you at such a high price."
The man in black had already walked around the ward and found no other exit. He lifted up the brim of his hat, and it was indeed Wenger.
Carl nodded with satisfaction: "Sit down, someone will come soon. Before that, let's talk openly, okay?"
"Why is it a trap?" Wenger nodded, and his hands were**tight.
"I advise you not to use that thing, if you still want to survive," Carl said disdainfully.
"Why? Did you know I was coming?" Wenger took his hand out of his pocket and placed it next to Karl's neck. From this position, he used at least three methods to stop breathing in three seconds.
"Do you me? Of course I don't know, but someone knows it." Carl looked at Wenger's hand and smiled indifferently; "He deliberately let you know that Paul is not dead and fell into his hands, right?"
"Is it intentional...I don't know, Paul hasn't contacted us yet."
"It should be impossible to be wrong." Carl smacked her lips. "You have to come and kill me, he is so smart. When he came to see me tonight, he said: Mr. Carl, there may be a small accident tonight, someone is going to come.
Kill you. Look, you are really here.”
"Are you talking about that hateful Chinese?" Wenger was like a trapped beast, with a fierce light in his eyes.
"Who else? The one who gave the order was a fool!" Carl said dissatisfiedly. "As soon as you come, my last retreat will be cut off. From now on, I can only work with him. And you, Mr. Wenger
, If you want to leave Japan alive, it is best to take your hand away. You should believe me, and you can only believe me. There are monitoring equipment in this ward, and your every move is being watched."
Miss Liangzi opened her eyes and ran out of the ward with a loud shout, "Ah!"
A shrill cry resounded throughout the Hayta Hospital.
Duwa Ginju House.
Zhu Tong and Matsui Hei Shi are playing a game of Go. They have played four games. Matsui Shishi looks tired and the guests don’t leave. As the host, it’s hard not to accompany him.
Matsui Hei Shin's style of chess is delicate and steady. If you don't pay attention to such an opponent, you will lose a situation. Maybe it's because Matsui Shin's style of chess that is not suitable for Zhu Tong's fierce style of chess, maybe it's to give guests some face.
The two fought until 1:30 in the morning, and they were half the winner.
Chunzi and Yu Lan are two qualified spectators, watching chess without saying anything, a lady and gentleman style. What is rare is that they do not show any impatientness.
Chunzi's cell phone rang. After hearing this, she leaned into Zhu Tong's ear and whispered a few words.
"I can't go anymore, I know you've been making me hard." Zhu Tong pushed the chess and stood up; "It's time, Mr. Hei Zhijun, I'm interested in going to Hayta Hospital and bringing Mr. Carl over."
"At this time." Matsui Heishi rubbed his eyes and said, "Is Mr. Carl's body allowed?"
"He is not sick at all." Zhu Tong laughed: "He is acting, and even if he is sick, he is all cured now."
"You said something happened to Kyoto tonight. Is it Mr. Carl?"
"Just now, an assassin entered Mr. Carl's ward."
"Assassin! Mr. Carl was assassinated? Mr. Li, you knew it, did you?"
"Probably the same."
Matsui Hei Shi pondered for a moment, and smiles like Zhu Tong floated on the corner of his mouth; "It's you, you are the director behind you. I guess, the assassin is probably Mr. Wenger, right?"
"This is what you said, I did nothing."
"Is there no one from Hayta Hospital?"
"Hingzhijun, this is Japan." Zhu Tong spread his hands; "I want to do something, so I asked Hiroshijun to send someone to take Mr. Carl and send him to Shanghai as soon as possible."
"Is there really no one in Hayta Hospital?"
"There is a nurse lady who Haruko hired her to help with some help for 500,000 yen, including reporting to us."
"Aren't you afraid that Mr. Carl will be killed by an assassin?" Matsui Heizhi was more worried about Carl. When he visited the hospital in the afternoon, Carl's face was full of haggardness, unlike being pretending to be sick.
"That's probably only one percent. But I think Mr. Carl can pretend to be sick, he won't be killed easily. He still owes me a lot of money. As for Mr. Wenger... I believe he is not a
Fool. People with knowledgeable knowledge know more about awe. Former FBI agents are the most aware of the current affairs. The meaning of "former" is that they have retired; now they are reusing waste and are not qualified to be a killer."
Matsui Hei Shi immediately called two of Watanabe's friends to Hayda Hospital.
In just half an hour, Du Huaqin's guy took the person back.
Two, not only Mr. Carl, but also the dejected Mr. Wenger.
"I lost." Matsui Heizhi also looked dejected.
Just now, he bet with Zhu Tong that if Mr. Wenger comes with him, he will lose.
The bet is Carl, and Matsui Hei also needs an experienced high-speaking actor who wants to keep Carl by his side.
As for Mr. Wenger, in their opinion, he was a waste that no one wanted.