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That night, Shui Se slept soundly under the effect of the medicine. That night, he dreamt until dawn. When he woke up, he was alone with Quan San.

Lying quietly for a long time, he slowly tried to sort out his thoughts. Unlike yesterday, Shui Se was still uneasy, more or less a little depressed. He got off the bed and went straight to the door of the bedroom, which was connected to the outer room. When the door opened, he immediately saw Quan San writing on the desk.

Hearing the footsteps, the man immediately stopped writing, then straightened his back and turned to look at the stunned Shui Se by the door. Quan San couldn't tell what he felt from looking at the haggard Shui Se with confused eyes, and he wanted to do something but was afraid of scaring him. He deliberately hid the murderous look in his eyes and said, "I mean no harm." Five words was simply too little. Shui Se was lucky because he could hear Quan San say five words.

He was at a loss, but he was sure of one thing — he hated Quan San.

Suddenly thinking of something, Shui Se hurriedly rushed to the tea table to pick up the phone and call Heimu. Quan San listened to Shui Se's confused words, and Quan San was already expecting whatever answer he would get. Soon, Shui Se ended his phone call that was filled with apology to Heimu and sat down on the sofa to force himself to calm down.

After a long silence, Shui Se, who was suppressing his feelings, broke the silence: "I can give you money, how much do you want?" Lifting his head, his eyes were filled with arcs of light. "We are sitting in the same boat, that person … Would they be discovered? " Shui Se became nervous. It was difficult for him to remain calm. At this moment, what he was discussing with others was not the commission for this renovation, nor the material for this renovation. Instead, it was a human life.

"Just open it, how much do you want? I've never seen you, and you've never seen me either. If, if one day something were to be exposed, the person in the stall is the unlucky one, isn't it better for a person to sit in the cell than for two people to go in together? " He was waiting for Quan San's response, his eyes full of expectation, people are selfish, that person deserved to die, he doesn't want to lose his future for that scum, he still has a son, he can't let Xiao Zhi lose his father at such a young age, no, this is too cruel.

"I killed him." Each word was sonorous and powerful. "It has nothing to do with you." His temperament was indeed innate. It was very powerful and could not be ignored.

"…?" Was it a surprise? It was an accident! Who would have thought, who would have thought that men would say this to him?

"You don't need to be burdened." Quan San, who was used to saying these two words, felt that it wasn't right to say so many words all of a sudden. He just stood there and tried to get used to it: "You just stabbed him twice." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I was the one who stabbed into his heart."

That day, it was that man who suddenly hugged his waist. He was so frightened that he immediately punched him, but that man did not give up and continued to attack him. He was too scared, and as he absentmindedly thought of what happened the night before, he took out the knife he had prepared beforehand and stabbed it into the man. As if his soul flew out of his body, he felt Quan San attacking him again, making him go crazy.

He pulled out the knife that was deeply embedded in the man's stomach and stabbed him again. Then the man panicked, and threw himself at him desperately to give him a punch and a kick. Right, that was it, he stabbed the man's stomach, and he wouldn't die. Finally, Quan San rushed over and took the knife from his hand and stabbed it into the man's heart.

Shui Se suddenly woke up from his memory, then he rushed to the wardrobe, took out his luggage, and hurriedly signed the cheque book. He filled in the sum of 500,000 yuan, then squatted down and wrote on it, "This is all my fault, I also have to take responsibility, here is 500,000 yuan, I think it's enough for you to run away, you can take this money and walk far away, you can be assured that I will not leak it out for you, hurry up, don't stay here."

He threw away the pen in his hand, stood up and directly stuffed the cheque in his hand in front of Quan San, with a sincere expression on his face: "I don't have a lot of savings. If I didn't have a son, I think I could have squeezed out an extra 200,000 for you. Take it, I think you can use it."

Quan San found the five hundred thousand check in Shui Se's hand funny, but what made him even more amused was the expression on Shui Se's face.

Oh god, how could there be someone in this world who sympathized with him, Quan San? At this moment, Shui Se was deeply engraved in Quan San's heart. No one had ever given him a sympathetic look. He, Shui Se, was the only one in this world!

He wants it. Quan San received the cheque Shui Se passed to him. To him, this cheque had an extraordinary meaning. He told Heimu to give him a box form and hang it on the bedside.

"All of them." Quan San, who had regained his composure, told Shui Se that he wanted everything.

However, it was obvious that Shui Se still could not understand the true meaning of the word 'all thinking'. He used his fierce face to express his feelings and lowered his voice, "Name."

Shui Se: "..." He didn't understand. It was already too late, yet the man in front of him was still standing there calmly and calmly, telling him: "His name is All Things?"

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