King Crazy Game

Chapter 136 True Death Game (36)

Near the end of the year, the temperature in City C suddenly dropped drastically, and the wind blew over like a sharp sickle, cutting the body wantonly.

In the morning, Wen Yan put on his coat, held a black umbrella, and walked on the road to the hospital. Because Li Yize had sent Lin Zicheng to a public hospital, and Lin Zicheng had no intention of changing hospitals, he had been living here.

The doctor hadn't started work yet, but the hospital was already crowded with people. Wen Yan leaned to the side to avoid the patients who were jogging to see them. At this time, someone happened to walk over from the opposite side, and Wen Yan leaned against this person without hesitation. The faint scent of tea was wrapped in the smell of a narrow encounter.

"I'm sorry." He apologized politely and put away the umbrella.

The man he bumped into smiled gently: "It's okay."

This person's voice was very pleasant, gentle and attractive. Hearing the words, I looked up curiously.

He has a handsome and slender figure, perfect facial lines and extremely handsome facial features, especially his dark pupils hidden in the smiling peach blossom eyes, which add a bit of mystery. A few strands of hair tied behind his head make him look even more arrogant.

I was stunned when I heard that. His eyes looked very much like Lin Zicheng's.

The man smiled gently, walked around him and left the hospital.

When I pushed open the door of the ward, I saw Lin Zicheng sitting on the bed, leaning on a small table and looking at the computer. When he saw the door open, he glanced at it casually and continued to read the contract.

"Even when he was sick, he still worked so hard. He is a model worker." Hearing this, he pulled a stool, sat beside the bed, picked up an orange from the table next to him and started peeling it.

"You deliberately avoided Qingning and came to see me. What's the matter?" Lin Zicheng put away his computer, sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at him.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you."

Upon hearing this, he peeled an orange until there were no more filaments left and then handed it to Lin Zicheng.

When Lin Zicheng took it, he touched Lin Zicheng's fingers tentatively and carefully, as if he was facing a rare treasure and did not dare to desecrate it easily.

Lin Zicheng naturally felt this small movement of Wen Yan, and he asked calmly: "What's strange about my fingers?"

Hearing this, her emerald green eyes gradually filled with smiles.

His king did not reject him...

"I heard that you were a hero who saved the beauty, so I wanted to see what a hero's hands look like?" Hearing this, he handed over another piece of orange, "It looks very beautiful."

This time, Lin Zicheng did not reach out to take it, but instead spread out his palm and let Wen Yan put it in his palm.

Wen Yan smiled and put the orange in his palm: "The game is coming to an end, it's time to end it. They turned everything Wen Lin left behind upside down, but unfortunately they didn't find anything. It was all in vain."

He looked up at Lin Zicheng and chuckled, "In fact, you and I already know who is the boss of this game. We just want to see people who think they are smart do the stupidest things. And what they call 'justice' is just the scale in their hearts that leans towards one side. If the most straightforward truth is placed in front of them, what will they do?"

Lin Zicheng chewed the orange slowly and said calmly, "I'm not interested in their reactions. I'm more curious about how you survived back then."

Hearing this, she was startled, stopped peeling the orange, and explained to him sincerely: "Rumor has it that Wen Lin saved me, but who knows? I woke up in a foreign hospital, with high-tech medical equipment strapped to my limbs."

Lin Zicheng put away the small table and computer, got off the bed, walked to the window, leaned against the windowsill, and basked in the sunlight. His white shirt was the same as when he was in school. He was a little dazed when he heard it. In a trance, he saw Lin Zicheng standing by the window of the classroom at that time, smiling gently at him.

Hearing this, he retracted his gaze and continued peeling the orange, saying indifferently, "You made Gu Jin'an die without a burial place, and then pulled a vine from the Liang family. Now there are only Gu Qiuchi and the person you don't want to face."

"Do you need my help?" He handed the orange over and looked at Lin Zicheng devoutly: "I am happy to serve you."

Lin Zi took the orange and smiled. "Hearing that, you killed the powerful person in Country A who had some connection with my grandfather, killed the person who took the photos secretly, and even found the hunter for me. But there are some things I would rather solve myself."

Hearing this, he did not refute but put the last piece of orange into his mouth. The sour and sweet taste instantly filled his entire mouth.

One of them stood by the window, and the other sat by the bed. They stayed there quietly for a long time. After hearing what he said, he stood up and picked up the black umbrella leaning against the bed: "It's windy recently. Remember to wear a coat when you go out."

Lin Zicheng didn't move, tilting his head to look at him: "You were cuter when you were in school."

Hearing this, she walked up to him with an umbrella and smiled, "I think so too, but it's a pity that there won't be any more."

After saying that, without waiting for Lin Zicheng to speak, he turned around and left. When he reached the door of the ward, he suddenly stopped and said, "Before Gu Qiuchi dies, he still needs to know some things, such as who caused his family's business to plummet in the past few years."

“Alas…” Lin Zicheng sighed softly, “Rich people are so willful. They can easily destroy a family that has managed to survive with great difficulty in just a few years.”

Hearing this, she didn't answer, but turned her back to him and waved.

Gu Qiuchi sat in the teahouse where he once sat with Lin Zicheng, still pouring a full cup of tea for the empty opposite side. He took a sip of the tea calmly, his eyes fixed on the street outside the window.

The door of the teahouse was opened. Wen Yan stood at the door and asked with a smile: "Boss Gu, do you mind if I, a tool man, sit down?"

Before Gu Qiuchi could answer, he sat down opposite her and took the tea in front of him. He took a sip and said, "Good tea."

"Zicheng, are you okay?" Gu Qiuchi smiled bitterly, "I never thought we would end up like this."

"It's okay. I'm living happily in the hospital." Hearing this, he picked up the teapot and filled himself with tea. His green eyes reflected Gu Qiuchi's relieved look.

Hearing this: "Aren't you curious about who dragged you into this game?"

"There's nothing to be curious about. With Xiao An's personality, this would happen one day, even if you didn't pull us in. It's just earlier." Gu Qiuchi held the teacup in his hand, his eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

Hearing this, he leaned back in his chair and laughed, "Boss Gu, you are really a refined person. Is it because you are dying that you don't care about anything? Then let me tell you something. The man that He An and the others killed can actually cure your disease and at least let you live another ten years."

Gu Qiuchi's pupils trembled, and his fingers tightly grasped the teacup, trying his best to restrain the anger surging in his heart.

"Boss Gu, I sent someone to you, but you didn't cherish him. You can't blame anyone else but your own dirty thoughts." Hearing this, he stared at Gu Qiuchi's chest. "I've heard about your and Zicheng's affairs, but it's not important. After all, you are nothing to him right now."

The cold wind blew up Gu Qiuchi's hair, revealing his red eyes. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "Wen Yan, you did so many things for him, what did you think you would get? In the end, you will be the same as us!"