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Chapter 39: Guarding Him Alone? Me?

Early morning, the other side clinic.

The sunlight filtered through the half-closed curtains, dappling onto the white bed sheets. Li Guanqi lay on the hospital bed, his eyelids heavy and his head aching.

Chaotic sounds stirred in the sea of ​​his consciousness.

"It takes one minute from breathing cessation to losing consciousness."

"Unconscious, but heart rate can still keep beating for less than three minutes."

"My name is Twin Flowers, don't forget me"

"Those who have fought on the same battlefield are comrades"

"Beautiful! We win!"

"0748! 0748!"

"Don't be afraid. Death is nothing to be afraid of. The sanity rate cannot drop any lower."

"boom!"

Li Guanqi suddenly opened his eyes and what came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling.

He was gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently, and his lungs felt dry and cracked with every breath.

"Uh…this is…"

He struggled to make a sound, his dry throat felt like it had been rubbed by sandpaper.

His vision gradually became clear, and he found himself lying on a hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, with an IV tube inserted in his arm, and a transparent liquid slowly flowing into his body.

There was a bunch of lilies on the bedside table, the petals had withered, revealing a sense of decadence.

In addition to the light floral scent, there is also a familiar smell of disinfectant in the air, which is slightly pungent but particularly reassuring.

This... is a hospital?

Li Guanqi tried to recall what happened before he fell into a coma, but his memory seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog. Scattered fragments kept flashing in his mind, but he could never piece them together.

I just felt - my whole body ached.

He frowned and tried to stand up, but the pain in his brain forced him to lie down again.

"what--"

Hard work may not necessarily bring rewards, but lying down will definitely be comfortable.

There were crisp footsteps outside the door, steady and powerful. As the doorknob turned, a female doctor pushed the door open and walked in.

She was tall and wore a fitted white coat with neat collar and cuffs. A light blue shirt could be vaguely seen under the coat, giving her a professional and intellectual elegance.

There was a name tag hanging on her chest, her name was Zhang Zhiyu.

"Something's not feeling well." Zhang Zhiyu looked at Li Guanqi, her voice extremely cold, yet reassuring.

"Are you feeling any discomfort, such as dizziness, nausea, or pain?"

As she asked, she took out a tablet computer and pressed the bottom of the tablet with her fingers secretly, turning on the recording and warning needle port. If the patient suddenly rages, an anesthetic needle will be released from the front of the tablet.

Li Guanqi paused for a moment and replied seriously, "I feel a bit nauseous and have a dull pain in my head."

"My throat is dry, and my limbs are sore and weak."

He gently pressed his lower abdomen and chest, frowning: "There is a slight pain in the abdomen and chest."

Then, he pulled up his sleeves, revealing his arms covered in red and purple patches, and said calmly, "He must have been beaten."

Zhang Zhiyu nodded and wrote it down on the tablet.

"Do you have a history of chronic headaches?"

"No." Li Guanqi shook his head.

Zhang Zhiyu clicked a few times on the tablet and was about to ask further questions when the door of the ward was gently pushed open. Two men and one woman in white uniforms pushed the door open, exuding a cold aura.

"Investigation Team 2 of the Fifth Department of the Shenwu Department."

The leading man, Chu Chan, showed his ID. Mickey, holding a camera, smiled and nodded at Zhang Zhiyu.

Chu Chan walked over to Li Guanqi's bed, took out the handcuffs and said coldly, "You are suspected of murder and smuggling cards. Please come with us."

"He can't be discharged from the hospital yet." Zhang Zhiyu said expressionlessly.

Li Guanqi understood what he meant and immediately followed suit, yelling, "Ah—my head hurts."

"Ah~ My stomach hurts too."

He kept talking about the pain, saying it was inconvenient for him to get out of bed, and he was the worst sufferer.

A body of iron.

The bed was hit by magnets.

Zhang Zhiyu added, "I've tested my sanity rate, it's 82%. My symbiotic card is showing signs of becoming strange, but I slept soundly at night, nothing unusual."

Just a few words left the three people from the Ju Ling Division confused.

This doesn't make sense.

After a normal Twin Shadow falls ill, the symbiotic card becomes strange and the sanity rate plummets. Without an inhibitor, it will be difficult to recover later. It is a blessing from heaven that it can self-repair to 50%.

82%? It was as if he wasn't having an attack. Chu Chan took a half step closer and asked coldly, "From am to am, where were you and what were you doing?"

"From 1 to 3 in the morning," Li Guanqi recalled. "Last night, I was coming back in the team car when we were intercepted by a convoy. Then, at 1 a.m., we had a car accident."

Thinking of this, he suddenly came back to his senses and asked anxiously: "How are Qin Dongzhu and the others?"

"They were successfully rescued and are out of danger." Chu Chan said simply.

Li Guanqi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Chu Chan frowned and asked, "What happened after the car accident?"

This case is really weird.

They received a distress signal at around 12:30, but the location was unclear, so they could only conduct a vague search. By the time they arrived at the crime scene, it was already three in the morning.

According to Tang Xin's confession, the car accident should have happened at around one o'clock, and Qin Dongzhu and Lin Yu were both shot.

A strange point appeared.

They found the wounded at three in the morning, but they were bleeding as if they had just been shot, only a minute or two had passed.

The two hours in between disappeared.

When asked, Tang Xin said she didn't remember anything after that.

Qin Jiangzhu and Lin Yu were even worse off, they hadn't woken up yet.

"After the car accident," Li Guanqi tried to recall, his head aching slightly. "I think I was beaten by those black car gangs, and then..."

“I really don’t remember anything after that.”

Zhang Zhiyu interrupted, "At five in the morning, he collapsed in front of the clinic. He had nothing on him except a fire crystal and an electric crystal."

"Maybe you can look for his home."

"Home?" The female detective named Letong stepped forward and asked softly, "Where is your home? Where are your accomplices and friends?"

Li Guanqi's brow darkened. "I don't have a home. Apart from Qin Dongzhu and the other two, I don't have any friends."

"Where are your family members?" Chu Chan asked.

"My father passed away a long time ago from liver cancer," Li Guanqi whispered. "My mother suffered from depression for many years and also passed away."

Hearing this, even Chu Chan, who was as cold as an expressionless person, couldn't help but be moved.

Le Tong leaned close to Chu Chan's ear and whispered, "If we're not numbered citizens, how can we do this?"

The people of No. 1 do not have so-called fathers and mothers.

"Where in the satellite area are you from?" Chu Chan still didn't give up and continued to ask.

Li Guanqi shook his head and remained silent.

"Did you kill the eighteen black bike gang members?"

"What's the murder weapon?"

"Where is the Guika hiding?"

"Who the hell are you!"

He asked a lot of questions in a row, his tone was aggressive.

Li Guanqi shook his head. He really didn't remember what happened after that night.

Mickey was snapping photos nearby and interjected, "What's the attack power of [Hubert]?"

"Zero." Li Guanqi answered immediately.

"Out of the hospital!" Mickey shouted.

Chu Chan's forehead was bulging with veins, and he shouted, "You get in too!"

【Om—】

A loud noise interrupted the interrogation of several people.

Chu Chan, Le Tong and Mickey all looked at the supercomputing ring at the same time, where a message was displayed.

[A case of illness was found on 16th Street in the east district of the main city]

[Agents nearby, please go and detain immediately]

Detaining those who have developed the disease is the daily work of the Soul Detention Department agents. When necessary, they can use the shackle card to activate the field and start the detention duel.

Chu Chan's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he warned Mickey: "You, defend him alone."

Mickey pointed at himself with a silly look on his face: "Me?"

"This guy has three goals in the league."

"Suspected of tearing apart eighteen black car gangs, and also a Class A suspect."

He pointed at Li Guanqi, his eyes filled with clear confusion.

"Am I defending alone?"

(End of this chapter)