kingnovel Chapter 1139 Li Jiayan 2
Chapter 1139 Li Jiayan 2
Li Jiayan is actually quite easy to get along with when he is not sick.
Of course, it is easy to get along with others when they are sick.
Like, follow him.
Hei Xia Zi just went along with him, and he also discovered that his brother was seriously ill.
He swore on his anatomy that this was a mentally ill but self-controlled patient.
Of course, as long as you don’t attack him, it’s fine.
Moreover, Hei Xia Zi discovered that this man was very kind to him and really treated him as a younger brother.
All the waves of people who came after him died at the hands of Li Jiayan.
When Hei Xia Zi proposed to do it himself, he would let him kill the enemy with a few others.
Black Bear: ...
Shouldn't you be alone?
A few people, there are three people.
However, this kind of life-and-death struggle does make rapid progress.
Hei Xia Zi shook off the blood on the knife and wiped his face. He had just dealt with the person who had let Li Jiayan slip through.
This time there was a sinister guy who used poison darts, a brute with ridiculous strength, and a man who used two swords.
He was breathing heavily, leaning against the cold wall, watching Li Jiayan slowly walk out from the shadow of the alley, even holding a half-eaten candied haws in his hand, the hawthorns were dazzlingly red.
"Brother," Hei Xia Zi took a deep breath and pointed to the ground.
"Could you make the water a little gentler next time? Like, one?"
He couldn't help but complain.
There were three people, all with different approaches, and the water was released like a flood.
Li Jiayan tilted his head and bit off a hawthorn. The sound of the sugar coating breaking was particularly clear in the quiet alley.
As he chewed, his eyes swept over Hei Xia Zi, focusing on the abnormal purple cyan color at the edge of his arm where the skin had been scratched by the poison dart.
"Gentle?" He repeated vaguely, as if savoring a new word. "Life experience lessons must be comprehensive. Poison, strength, and skills are all indispensable."
He walked over to the corpse of the man who used the poison dart and casually kicked the other's wrist with his toes, revealing a delicate wrist crossbow.
"Here, a cyanide derivative, an improved version of the deadly strychnine. The onset is delayed by three seconds, giving you time to react."
The corner of Hei Xia Zi's mouth twitched.
Three seconds. Thank you so much for your precise timing.
Li Jiayan walked to the side of the brute again, squatted down, and pressed his fingers on the other's swollen muscles that were almost bursting through his clothes.
"An overdose of steroids injected into the muscles, a short burst of activity. The weak spot is in the third lumbar vertebra. If you use the wrong amount of force, you could easily break it."
He stood up and clapped his hands, as if commenting on the pork in the vegetable market.
"That fancy double-sword guy's lower body is unstable, and an attack on his left rib will definitely break it."
He concluded his speech, his tone as flat as if he were reading from a textbook. "Remember? Next time you encounter something similar, pick a favorite weakness and attack it. It will be more efficient."
Black Blind Man: "..."
This teaching method is more hardcore than a killer.
He nodded resignedly, "I'll remember, brother."
But I couldn't help but be amazed in my heart: How many mild murder plans does this brother have in his mind?
Li Jiayan seemed to see through his inner criticism and said without thinking, "The nurse said that knowledge is power."
He licked his fingers that were stained with sugar residue, his eyes drifting towards the faint sunlight coming through the alley entrance, his tone tinged with nostalgia.
"At that time, there was an old lady in the ward who kept talking about turning the old man in the bed next to her into a specimen, saying that his bone structure was very typical..."
He paused, as if recalling something interesting. "The nurse gave us paper and taught us how to fold paper roses, saying, 'Destruction is instinct, creation is a choice.'"
He handed it to Hei Xia Zi with a strange solemnity: "Here, it's for you. Life is the most important thing, and roses are more beautiful than blood."
Hei Xia Zi looked at the rough paper flower in his hand, then at the three corpses in different postures on the ground, and then at Li Jiayan's calm and even somewhat innocent eyes.
A strong sense of absurdity seized him. He carefully put the paper rose into his arms, close to the cold dagger.
"Yeah," he murmured, "It's pretty good, brother."
He suddenly felt that perhaps he would never be able to truly understand his brother's past and logic.
But the goodwill of "protection" and "choice" represented by this paper rose, which is distorted but still exists, is real.
It was just as real as how Li Jiayan unreasonably treated him as his younger brother, blocked countless pursuits for him, and gave him a few gentle opponents to practice on.
"Let's go," Li Jiayan patted his shoulder with just the right amount of force to make him stumble.
"Treat the wound. The poison isn't deep. Just scrape off the skin and flesh and sprinkle some salt on it to kill the bacteria."
His tone was as relaxed as if he was talking about adding salt to cooking.
Hei Xiazi looked at the blue wound on his arm: "...Brother, do you have any alcohol?"
Sprinkle salt? What kind of folk remedy is this?
Li Jiayan stopped and looked back at him. For the first time, his eyes revealed a little helplessness, as if he was an incorrigible child.
"Salt is so convenient," he sighed, as if Hei Xiazi had missed some obvious benefit.
"Sprinkle it on, it'll make a sizzling sound and really refresh your mind. It can also replenish electrolytes."
Black Blind Man: "..."
Okay, you're right, as long as you're happy.
He resigned himself to his fate, pulling out his kettle and dagger, ready to perform the disinfection treatment of scraping the flesh and sprinkling salt on it.
The only sounds left in the alley were the faint sound of a dagger scraping against flesh, and Li Jiayan's back as he hummed a tuneless song and slowly walked away.
The sunlight finally squeezed into the alley with difficulty, falling on the paper rose that he had carefully hidden, and also on his arm where he was gritting his teeth to treat the wound.
The glaring red, mixed with the bloodstains and candied haws residue on the ground, formed a bizarre yet inexplicably harmonious picture.
In the distance, the tail end of Li Jiayan's humming seemed to be heard, vague but with a strange rhythm:
"The nurse wore white shoes... stepped on blood... broke the roses... it didn't hurt... it didn't hurt... the madman protected the blind kid..."
Hei Xia Zi paused, looked down at the paper rose, and followed.
However, he did learn a lot from Li Jiayan, more than he learned studying abroad.
It turns out that practice makes perfect.
Hei Xia Zi was also curious about his brother's past.
But his brother never asked about his past, and he would not ask about his brother's past.
Li Jiayan: . . . .
My daily study routine in the mental hospital.
The days of staying in a mental hospital as a god of war.
Learn how to protect yourself from crazy seniors, such as how one person can kill three people in one minute.
The love-hate relationship of chemical physics.
It only takes one chemical to eliminate a person.
Of course, these are what Li Jiayan learned after entering the mental hospital.
The system of mental hospitals is also very different.
Those like him who can control themselves and won't hurt others on their own initiative are basically played with by nurses and doctors.