This wasn't a matter of cowardice, this was a strategic compromise. Mr. Assaches slowly raised his hands.
"It's good to be tactful." The man in sunglasses sneered. Then, he threw a box to Mr. Assaches and motioned for him to open it.
Mr. Ashais could only do as he was told. After opening the box, he found that it contained a syringe used for injection.
The situation was so strange that Mr. Assaches couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Sure enough, following the matchbox's clues to this place was too careless.
"What's this?" Mr. Assaches's face was full of surprise. He looked at the handcuffed man wrapped in gauze and said, "Is this a painkiller for this man?"
"You seem to have a talent for doing talk shows." The man in sunglasses said indifferently, "Unfortunately, I don't have time to watch your performance now … Now, pick it up and inject it into your body."
From the beginning to the end, the man in sunglasses pointed his pistol at Mr. Assaches. The threat was always there.
"This … What is this?" Mr. Assaches asked hesitantly.
The man in sunglasses said coldly, "The manager of this hotel said that the rooms here have the best soundproofing in the entire Freedom City. It can even compare to a professional recording studio."
"… What?" Mr. Assaches was stunned.
Then, a loud sound suddenly exploded in his ears.
Mr. Arthashis instinctively retreated … the floor. There was already a bullet hole in the floor.
His face couldn't help but turn pale. He looked at the black muzzle pointing at him again … He didn't dare to bet that there were no bullets in the gun. He could only slowly take out the syringe from the box with fear.
"Where … Where should I hit?"
The man in sunglasses suddenly frowned.
Mr. Assaches could only put the needle on his arm, but he didn't stick it in. Instead, he quickly said, "At least give me some iodine and a rubber band. Also, is this needle clean? Wouldn't it be easy to get infected? "
The man in sunglasses suddenly lowered his pistol and sighed. Mr. Assaches's expression relaxed at first, but the man in sunglasses suddenly raised his pistol again and fired three shots in succession!
The three bullets actually brushed past his shoulder … They didn't penetrate his shoulder, but they did graze the skin on his shoulder.
The burning sensation made Assaches quiver. He knew that there was no more space for him to hide, so he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. He grabbed the syringe and quickly stabbed it into his shoulder.
That was where she had been vaccinated when she was young.
Seeing that the substance in the syringe was completely injected, the man in sunglasses lowered the pistol again and said with satisfaction, "Next, feel it well … Soon, you will feel that the whole world will become different. You will even clearly feel the reality of this world for the first time."
After that, without waiting for Mr. Assaches's response, the man in sunglasses casually glanced at the guy wrapped in gauze leaning on the chair and then left the room.
Mr. Assaches quickly rushed to the door.
He stretched out his hand to turn the doorknob … but the door lock had been locked again.
He helplessly shook his head.
At this time, he pulled out the needle that was still stuck in his arm … He looked at the guy with bloodshot eyes and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Brother?
Do you know what this thing is? "
But the guy with bloodshot eyes?
It was a grumpy brother who didn't seem to understand people's words.
At this time, he was still very grumpy — or in other words, chaotic.
Mr. Assaches shook his head.
He walked to the sofa and sat down — at this time, he quietly loosened his hand that was holding the syringe.
The needle in the syringe?
He didn't know when it was bent into a right angle.
Mr. Assaches straightened the needle again and threw it on the table.
Now, how to escape from this place … Mr. Assaches lay on the sofa, with his hands as his pillow.
He looked at the ceiling of the room blankly.
Suddenly?
Mr. Assaches sat up and then stared at the grumpy brother who was handcuffed to the chair … Then, Mr. Assaches's arm began to shake like the grumpy brother.
He even opened his mouth and began to make a low growling sound … He was adjusting the growling sound until it was almost the same as the grumpy brother.
Then, he stopped.
Then, Mr. Assaches began to rummage through the furniture in the room.
He waited until the surrounding things were thrown down, then leaned against the corner of the wall.
Facing the door of the room, he sat down.
…
…
Ms. Nun's last choice was … a bicycle!
There was no other way. The parade ended?
People began to disperse?
Currently, more than a dozen main roads were congested.
She couldn't call for a taxi.
She could only find a coat to cover the seriously injured man, then rode the bicycle all the way to the destination.
Mr. Calvin, the Grand Scholar, was in the Free City. Even the children who had just entered primary school had heard of his name and deeds … Mr. Calvin's residence was not a secret.
In fact, Mr. Calvin, who had always followed the ancient tradition of ascetic cultivation, would have people coming to visit him every day. Nor did Mr. Calvin refuse to see any of those who came to him.
However, Mr. Calvin always liked to persuade visitors to ascetic cultivation with him … In fact, not many people could persist in following the ancient tradition of ascetic cultivation.
Over time, fewer and fewer people came to visit him.
However, Grand Scholar Calvin still insisted on persuading visitors … Mr. Assaches told her all this.
Especially the saying 'Every one you catch'.
'Mr. Assaches is also an independent guy, isn't he?'
Sister Selene thought to herself. She could still clearly remember the way Arthacis rolled his eyes when he said those words.
Although he was a famous grand scholar, Grand Scholar Calvin didn't live in a high-end residential area because he was an ascetic. Instead, he lived in an old building in the old town.
When Ms. Selion angrily stopped the bicycle, she saw that in the shabby two-story house, only the attic was lit up … There wasn't even a doorbell.
'If you're looking for Mr. Calvin, you don't have to knock on the door. You can just go in. He'll always wait for you in the attic study.'
Remembering what Mr. Assaches said, Ms. Selion hesitated for a moment. In the end, she chose to carry the seriously injured man on her back. She bent over and half carried and half dragged him into Scholar Calvin's house.
The door wasn't even locked. It opened with a gentle push.
"Mr. Calvin, please. Are you there?" Ms. Selion felt that she had to greet him, so she shouted a few times in front of the door.
However, after a few calls, there was no response. She had no choice but to carry the seriously injured man up to the second floor and walked toward the room with the lights on.
However, at that moment, Ms. Selion heard a figure screaming in pain … There was also the sound of iron chains being swung.
Sister Selion was shocked. She tried to call out again, "Mr. Calvin, are you there? I'm Mr. Assaches's friend … I have something to ask you! Mr. Calvin? "
It was still the sound of screams and the sound of iron chains being swung around.
In front of the attic door, Ms. Selion couldn't help but push the door open with her trembling hands. She instantly screamed in pain!
Inside the room, a white-haired old man was kneeling on the ground. He was only wearing a pair of shorts.
He was using the iron chain to whip his own body. Sister Selion even saw a metal belt tightening around the old man's thigh!
There were barbs on the band that pierced deep into the old man's thigh … Blood slowly flowed out.
[Ascetic Band].
In an instant, Sister Celine recalled the scientific name of the metal band.
This … this is the so-called ancient and traditional cultivation method?
However, her screams did not even move the old man. He continued to whip his body with the chain over and over again.
The old man's back was filled with wounds, both old and new. Blood dripped from the wounds, making one feel uneasy.
After a long time … Perhaps it wasn't that long, but as she watched the old man whip himself, every second was torture for Ms. Selion.
After a while, the old man finally stopped whipping himself. He put down the chain, put his hands together and faced the window, praying.
Ms. Selion dared not speak, but she was so nervous that her breathing quickened.
The old man finally finished praying. He held his leg and slowly stood up. He then covered himself with a long robe. "Did Assaches send you here? Why did he send you here? "
He looked at Ms. Selion calmly and asked.
"I …" Ms. Selion opened her mouth and wanted to say something.
"Who are you carrying?" The old man's eyes focused on her.
Ms. Selion quickly put down the heavily injured man and said, "Mr. Calvin, this mister insisted on seeing you. I don't know the details, but he suddenly fainted in front of my house. He has severe burns on his body and he doesn't want to go to the hospital … It seems like someone wants to capture him."
"Burns?" Old man … Scholar Calvin's eyes focused slightly. He quickly walked over and lifted the clothes on the heavily injured man. He took a quick glance and then looked at Ms. Selion, "What's your name?"
"Ms. Selion, mister," Ms. Selion replied softly.
"Okay, Ms. Selion, please help me carry him to the desk," Scholar Calvin said.
"Desk?" Sister Celine couldn't help but look at the mountainous pile of documents and books on the desk with a troubled expression.
However, Scholar Calvin quickly walked to the desk and swept the things on the desk to the ground. "It's done now. Carry him here. I need to prepare something."
After saying that, this Grand Scholar of the [Freedom City] quickly walked out of the room.
Judging from his footsteps, he did not look like an old man who had just whipped himself … His leg was still tied with the ascetic belt that pierced through his skin!
Ms. Selion had no choice but to carry the heavily injured man to the empty desk. After a while, Scholar Calvin came in with two clay pots. He stuffed one of the pots into Ms. Selion's hands and said, "I'll apply it first. Then, you have to apply the ointment again. Don't take more than five seconds. Do you understand?"
"Huh? Me? " Ms. Selion opened her mouth and gulped. She nodded and said, "I … I'll try my best!"
The two jars were filled with a viscous substance that had a faint smell of medicine … but it didn't seem like a regular prescription ointment.
Scholar Calvin had already started applying the ointment on the heavily injured man. Ms. Selion was in a difficult position, but she had no choice but to follow his instructions.
Candles were lit in the study room. There was not even an electric light here … Under the dim light, the two of them worked together and spent more than half an hour to finish applying the ointment.
Even though she did not know the origin of the ointment, when Sister Celine saw that even though the heavily injured person was unconscious, the pained expression on his face gradually eased up, and she could not help but be amazed by the ointment.
"Ms. Selion," Scholar Calvin called her.
"Yes! I'm here! "Ms. Selion replied nervously.
Scholar Calvin said, "Now, you have two choices. The first one is to leave this place and forget what happened tonight. That way, you won't be disturbed in your life. "
"Then … what about the second one?"
"You stay." Scholar Calvin said slowly, "Ask me what happened, but before you ask, you have to be prepared … Some things are hard to turn back once you know them. You may even be involved in unprecedented danger because of this. I suggest that you choose the first one. "
"I …" The faces of the children in the orphanage flashed across Ms. Selion's mind. She took a deep breath and said seriously, "I choose the first one."
"Then, please go back." Calvin nodded calmly, "Remember, don't tell anyone, including Assaches."
Ms. Selion nodded silently … She quickly glanced at the heavily injured man, then turned around and walked out of the door.
"Wait, Ms. Selion?" Scholar Calvin suddenly called her.
Ms. Selion turned around.
Scholar Calvin frowned, and the way he looked at her changed. "I remember now … Ms. Selion, you're a reserve Holy Maiden. You were fifth in the last batch?"
"Is … is there a problem?" Ms. Selion asked subconsciously.
"There is a problem." Scholar Calvin said calmly, "Since you're a reserve Holy Maiden, you don't have the first choice. I'm sorry to tell you, Ms. Selion, but I'm afraid you have to stay. "
Ms. Selion's eyes widened!
— Old man, you can't be so immoral!
— So angry!
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