Touch

Chapter 227 Alive

In some difficult environments, people need countless luck to survive, but the shadow of death always falls inadvertently.

Recently, this shadow has visited Xiao Yixuan quite frequently. Leaving aside her innocent and troubled physique, being able to crawl out of the shadow every time is a symbol of good luck.

For example tonight.

When she woke up from the increasingly difficult state of shortness of breath and rapid heart rate, and opened her eyes, her body fell on someone's back.

Soft to the touch, it should have felt that her gun bag was fixed to the side, and the wide bag even partly covered Xiao Yixuan's thin body.

Opening his eyes, he saw a dark scene with no light at all around him, and there were rapid panting sounds in his ears, some of them were his own, and some were from the people in front of him.

Although it was just panting, the inexplicable sense of familiarity made Xiao Yixuan feel extremely uncomfortable and didn't panic too much.

She even thought of the psychiatrist's eight entrustments and twelve safety precautions to her in a leisurely way.

The old lady is really invincible.

But why is it so painful...

Headache, chest tightness, the heart seems to be jumping out of the mouth, and every breath is as difficult as borrowing from God.

As soon as she moved weakly, she heard the person carrying her whisper something,

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

"I'll take you out."

The sound is quite steady.

If there is no that almost undetectable breath sound.

Xiao Yixuan was originally lying on Yang Xiu's body, her whole body was relaxed, when she heard the voice, she gritted her teeth in pain and raised her head from her shoulder.He stretched out his hand and touched Yang Xiu's head. As a matter of course, he didn't touch anyone's face at all, only the lenses and headgear that didn't feel good to the touch.

"What's the matter with you, what's the matter?" She tried hard to make a sound. In order to say these words, she retched several times and shivered with pain in her temples.

"I'm fine, don't move."

Responses remain succinct and to the point.

The old lady is blind, but not deaf, Xiao Yixuan thought unconvinced.

If I'm not deaf and I don't have auditory hallucinations...why are you crying?

The woman who was running fast with her on her back was crying.

Why.

I was lying well on the gorgeous big bed in Mr. Xu’s private hospital, and somehow I was brought here again. I haven’t finished a round of psychological treatment, and I’m actually blind?There is no place in the whole body that is not painful, and the pain is so painful that I want to die.It was so miserable that I didn't even cry.

Why are you crying.

When she woke up, Yang Xiu had just carried Xiao Yixuan on her back, and when she opened her eyes, Yang Xiu started running wildly outside.At the moment Xiao Yixuan returned from the dead end, it seemed that the god of fairness threw out his own balance, and another person took Xiao Yixuan's place where it should be.

At that moment, the mirror disappeared, and at that moment, the cold face outside the mirror walked in front of Yang Xiu, and the two crossed each other on the mirror that was broken into stars, and the fading figure passed by Yang Xiu without stopping. , used his own return to squeeze the original owner out of the mirror, and himself, along with the broken mirror, disappeared into this world forever.

All her strength was exhausted outside, and there was nothing left. At the moment of staggering, she didn't turn around, didn't leave a word, and she seemed to have no nostalgia.

Without a proper farewell, she just disappeared.

Just like when she was awakened, no one gave her a chance to express her awakening speech. She has been quietly in the mirror for several years, and occasionally talked with the original owner.This month, I was frequently called out by drugs. When the drug is activated, it will appear, and when the drug is gone, it will disappear, nothing else.

What is the meaning of her existence?

Hiding the pain of the original owner?To heal the wounds of the original owner?Even a qualified weapon?

Until that second left, I couldn't help it for half a minute.

Her short and helpless life.

Life is like summer flowers.

Yang Xiu didn't even have time to ask her if she enjoyed the dance to the fullest, and if she lived up to the stage as she wished.

I'm afraid, there is no such thing.

In her short life like Xia Hua, she made the only wish, hoping to bring the original owner back to Xu Zhen in a safe and sound way, but in the end it failed to come true.

In the end, he only exchanged his own life for Xiao Yixuan.

As Yang Xiu ran, Xiao Yixuan visibly felt that the burden on her body was lightened. She couldn't see anything, but she could inexplicably connect with the pain of the person in front of her. The pain was so real, as if it could be directly transmitted through the other person's back to the bottom of my heart.

Yang Xiu's running speed stopped abruptly. At this time, the two had returned to the iron bridge. The black box on the top of the iron bridge had been disassembled, and a brand new bulletproof glass had been erected in the middle of the iron bridge. Yang Xiu smashed the bridge just now. All connecting structures, so the bulletproof glass at this time is extremely rough and inlaid on the bridge with electric welding.

I don't know whether it's because the workers are in a hurry or lack of physical strength. The electric welding work is only half completed. Under the huge air pressure difference, the parts that are not welded tightly have been distorted and deformed.

Also because of these gaps, the air from another building scrambled to get in, and the pumping work of this building could not reach the extreme value, which made Xiao Yixuan still have the strength to say a few words, and there was no more dangerous blood vessel infarction. Condition.

Yang Xiu stepped back a few meters, moved out of the aisle and hid by the wall, reached out and fired. The first shot jammed.

Under extreme circumstances, the pistol is almost scrap iron, and the primer in the base of the bullet did not ignite smoothly.

The second the gun jammed, an inexplicable sense of crisis hit, Xiao Yixuan lay on Yang Xiu's body, not daring to move.

Yang Xiu took a breath, put Xiao Yixuan on the ground, disassembled the gun in his hand, removed the bullets in the chamber, unloaded the bullets in the magazine, pried open the base of the bullets with a dagger, and removed the bullets from the bullets. The kindling was stuffed into a bullet.

Where the air pressure is too low, there are only two ways to ignite the fire, increase fuel and reduce airflow.

She moved quickly, her fingers jumped nimbly in the darkness, and after a while she rearranged the full ammunition, then took out the spring in the gun, and cut off half of it with the knife.

These processes were as fast as lightning, Xiao Yixuan only heard the voices in her ears almost connecting in a straight line, and then she was put on her back by Yang Xiu, and stood in a safe position, the sparks that fired the gun tore apart the night, in this extreme In the environment, the flames even rushed out to a height of more than ten centimeters, illuminating a small piece of the world.

boom.

boom.

boom.

boom.

The continuous muffled sound in the low pressure made Xiao Yixuan's eardrums ache, not to mention that Yang Xiu's body was constantly moving while shooting, leading her to walk around the gap between the walls.

Until the spark of the last shot came out, there was a loud noise like the collapse of high-rise buildings, and the heavy bulletproof glass was squeezed into a high-pressure cannon by the air pressure, blowing towards the face.

Even blinking is too long, at the moment when the last shot was fired, Xiao Yixuan who was clinging to the wall with Yang Xiu felt a death scythe passing by.

Just when she thought this was the closest time the god of death came.

The closer Grim Reaper opened his mouth in front of her eyes.

She seemed to hear a gunshot not far ahead, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

At the moment when Yang Xiu finally stopped under the impact of the bulletproof glass, a heavy impact was transmitted from Yang Xiu's body to her body, which caused her chest and abdomen to hurt suddenly, and she couldn't breathe.

The oncoming air is so sweet and beautiful, but Death's sinister laughter is also clear and clear.

The person in front of her led her forward without stopping.

Xiao Yixuan stretched out her hands in panic and groped forward, "You were injured, where did you get hurt? Who fired the shot?"

Yang Xiu couldn't answer her.

As she ran, more gunshots rang out, helping Yang Xiu answer Xiao Yixuan's question.

Those who were caught by the uncle of the Xu family are back.

Xu Zang, who was hiding in the secret room, waited five or six minutes for Yang Xiu's death. He knew that his plan had failed, and those who were held back by the Xu family were all alive and active by him. Recall to stand on the opposite side of the connecting bridge.

The moment Yang Xiu opened the bulletproof glass was also the moment they saw Yang Xiu.

The best shooter grabbed the fastest time and was the only one who hit Yang Xiu. After that, Xiao Yixuan couldn't vomit when she wanted to vomit in the sharp spin and jump, and fell into a semi-consciousness due to the short-term drunken oxygen. Know when the gunshots die down.

When she fell to the ground suddenly, the drowsy drunk oxygen reaction was smashed to pieces, Xiao Yixuan got up from the ground cleverly, and stared blankly at the full moon and stars in the sky.

She blinked.

Hey, I'm not blind.

This is out?

Compared with the hustle and bustle of gunfire and bullets just now, isn't looking up at the bright moon a little too poetic?

Xiao Yixuan's still drunk head woke up when he looked back for Yang Xiu.

There is no doubt that the person behind him who was originally wrapped up tightly is Yang Xiu.

She leaned against the gate of the factory building, her pistol fell to the ground, and only her loyal gun bag followed her.

She was no longer panting, looking at the full moon that Xiao Yixuan had seen just now, calmly as if lifeless.

It should be tightly wrapped, but why is there a dark blood stain under her body that can be seen by the moonlight.

If tonight is a ridiculous nightmare, when will this dream wake up.

Xiao Yixuan took a staggering step forward and knelt beside Yang Xiu, wanting to touch Yang Xiu but dared not.This young woman who was so strong that she seemed to be able to go to heaven and earth every time she met recently, finally became weak at this time.

Xiao Yixuan was terrified, she tremblingly supported Yang Xiu's arm, "How are you?"

The sound that came out was full of panic that I could hear.

Yang Xiu withdrew her gaze, raised her hand with all her strength, took off her glasses and headgear, revealed a pale face, smiled at Xiao Yixuan, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

This smile is familiar to Xiao Yixuan, just like after being taught countless times by herself in the era, it has a bit of shyness and embarrassment.

This pair of eyes is also familiar to Xiao Yixuan, the eyes that always look at her calmly, there is always a sense of mystery in the bottom of the eyes that makes people want to explore but can't find the root cause, it is also the eyes that Xiao Yixuan has seen countless times.

At the negotiating table in Botswana, it was the eyes that had stopped the negotiations and calmed her confusion.

It was these eyes that watched everything and described everything in an understatement when they were betting for the two of them in the ups and downs of the times.

When I went to Tangmen with Xu Zhen to see the joke about Yang Xiu wearing a skirt, it was these eyes that stood beside the mute through the hanger and looked at them quietly.

She flew back to China from Melbourne, and it was still these eyes that she saw downstairs in the Times and came down to pick her up.

Didn't we just know each other for half a year, it turns out...we've met so many times...

Why, once such bright and beautiful eyes, such a special and familiar person, will become what they are today.

It's heartbreakingly sad.

A finger stretched out to his face to help Xiao Yixuan wipe away the tears all over his face, Yang Xiuqi's voice softly rang in Xiao Yixuan's ear.

"Sister Yixuan, I'm sorry."

The hand that wiped her tears was as light as nothing, Xiao Yixuan felt that her internal organs were aching from the feather-like touch, and she wiped away the tears on her face fiercely. "Teach me what to do, stop the bleeding? Call the police? Or go to the hospital!"

"You owe me more than I'm sorry! If you want to be a hero, you can continue to be a hero! Don't even think about picking someone up!"

The author has something to say:

I finished the chapter on touch feeling, Suiyuan is still locked, what can I say...

Recently, the time spent writing a chapter has basically doubled compared to before.