The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 149 She can’t die yet

He can still remember the scenes when he was in the Yan family, when Yan Longping confronted Yan Shaowei, and Yan Shaohui stabbed his brother in the back from time to time. At that time, Yan Shaohui had a smile in his eyes.

But when Mu Xin saw Yan Shaohui alive for the last time, it was when Yan Shaohui was standing at the door of Mu's house in the rain. At that time, how could he still be so high-spirited? At that time, Yan Shaohui was just an ordinary person begging his lover to forgive him.

Thinking of this, Mu Xin felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

The group of people were originally happy about having found a way to save Yan Shaohui, but when they noticed Mu Xin who was sad and lonely, this happy feeling slowly disappeared.

"Child, go home and rest. Come back the next day."

Yan Longping said to Mu Xin. He looked at the deep dark circles under Mu Xin's eyes and felt a little distressed. "Look at these dark circles. They are too heavy."

Mu Xin's expression froze, then he raised his hand and touched the bottom of his eyes, "I haven't been resting well recently."

"Tomorrow you will have to compete with that woman in a battle of wits and courage, so you must get a good rest today and be fully energetic to deal with Guo Moru tomorrow!" Yan Shaowei cheered Mu Xin up.

Mu Xin smiled at Yan Shaowei, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Seeing that his nephew was absent-minded, Mu Lei told them that he was taking his people back to the Mu family first.

After Mu Lei and Mu Xin left, Yan Longping also left. In the corridor of the treatment department, there were only members of Team 1, Yan Shaowei, and Dr. Yan and Lie Ying who were discussing the information in a low voice.

The next day, Mu Xin got up early and went to the prison, but he went too early and the people on duty were not awake yet, so Mu Xin couldn't even enter the prison gate.

He suddenly remembered that he didn't have anything to take if he needed to draw blood, so he turned around and went to the laboratory first.

There were two soldiers guarding the door of the laboratory. They saluted and greeted him as soon as they saw him.

He nodded and walked in. Due to research needs, the laboratory was expanded to include not only one underground floor but also two floors above ground.

Dr. Yan usually does experiments and looks up information on the underground floor, so Mu Xin took the elevator down to the underground floor.

The elevator door opened, and they saw two-meter-high bookshelves everywhere, with a wide variety of books on various subjects. All the books in the previous library of City B that appeared here were collected by Dr. Yan. Sometimes when they went on missions to distant places and passed by the library, they would go in to see if there was anything Dr. Yan needed, and bring it back.

Over time, at least half of the space on the basement floor of Dr. Yan's laboratory was taken up by bookshelves, which could be said to be a small library.

Because the collection of books is so large and diverse, it is not difficult for Dr. Yan to find what he wants if he pays close attention.

Mu Xin walked inside along the aisle between the bookshelves and went straight to Dr. Yan's workbench.

At this time, Dr. Yan was sleeping soundly beside the workbench, snoring softly. Mu Xin looked around, but did not see Lie Ying.

He sat in the chair next to Dr. Yan and looked at the book he had spread out on his workbench.

After reading a few lines, Dr. Yan woke up slowly.

"Hmm?" Dr. Yan rubbed his eyes sleepily, "Why are you here?"

He looked up at the clock on the wall, "It's only a little after seven. It's so early."

"What time did you go to bed?" Mu Xin asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I came back around three in the morning. Lieying had been keeping an eye on Yan Shaohui's condition in the treatment department. I came back to see if there were any other methods of detoxification, and then I fell asleep while watching."

Mu Xin noticed that there was a not very obvious water stain where Dr. Yan had just slept.

Are you drooling in your sleep?

Mu Xin laughed inwardly, then coughed lightly, "I came here to find something for drawing blood."

"Oh, go and have a look on that cart. I remember putting it there." Then Dr. Yan lay on the workbench again, lazily like a cat.

Mu Xin had no choice but to look on the cart himself. After searching left and right, he actually found disposable medical syringes, alcohol and gauze.

But there is no container to hold the drawn blood?

Mu Xin looked at the things in his hand, and then began to search on Dr. Yan's super long workbench to see if there was a container that could hold the blood, preferably a sealed one.

Mu Xin was rummaging through things, which naturally disturbed those who wanted to rest. He raised his head with a slightly dark face, "What didn't you find?" He seemed to be in a bad mood because his rest was disturbed.

Mu Xin touched his nose and said, "A container for the drawn blood."

Dr. Yan made a "tsk" sound, then reached out and dug out a small glass bottle with a rubber stopper from the drawer under the workbench with his eyes closed.

"This has been sterilized at high temperature. Use it."

Mu Xin took the glass bottle with a smile, "Then I'll leave first and not disturb your rest."

"Go, go." Dr. Yan waved his hand weakly, then lay down on the table and went to sleep again.

Mu Xin took the things out of the laboratory and headed straight to the prison. When he arrived at the prison, he met Hui Ge and Lie Ying who had just arrived.

"Why are you two here?" Mu Xin was a little surprised.

"I'm afraid you can't deal with that woman alone." said Gray Pigeon.

Mu Xin's mouth twitched, with a look of disdain, "I'm not even afraid of zombies, so what is Guo Moru?" Then he walked into the prison gate.

Gray Pigeon curled his lips and muttered, "Women are scarier than zombies."

Lieying glanced at Huige with amusement and said, "Let's go."

"Don't! Don't!"

With a cry of surprise, Guo Moru sat up from the narrow iron bed in a cold sweat.

She was about to raise her arm to wipe the sweat from her forehead, but the sharp pain in her shoulder stopped her movement abruptly.

A few days ago, Mu Xin stabbed her with an ice pick, piercing her shoulder blade and her hamstrings.

She was nailed to the wall for three hours before she fell to the ground, barely alive, until the icicle melted into water.

Because the temperature of the ice cone was too low, it was impossible for blood scabs to form on the wounds, so almost all of Guo Moru's wounds were bleeding continuously during those three hours.

Blood mixed with melted ice formed a puddle on the ground, which, combined with the dim light, was still a bit creepy.

Guo Moru started to feel dizzy due to excessive blood loss and she almost thought she was dead.

In a trance, she saw the door of the cell was opened. Several men in military uniforms walked in, and two of them rudely threw her on the only bed in the cell. Guo Moru could not resist except for a few weak cries of pain.

Then she felt a lightness on her wrist, and the handcuffs were taken off.

"Bandage her wound. She can't die yet." One of the men said coldly.