6kv Chapter 149 Let The World Remember Yimi
Chapter 149 Let The World Remember Yimi
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After Ning Ling was stabbed and disappeared, a small scalpel cut open the void, stretched out a pair of hands, and opened the cracked space outward.
A well-dressed, elegant and confident woman in white uniform walked out of the void wormhole calmly.
Favorite character - Elegance
decent
confidence
"Sir~"
A look of surprise appeared on Yimi's face, and she instantly transformed into the ultimate licking dog. She rushed over with howling like a ghost, threw herself into her arms and acted coquettishly.
"Wow! She bullies me all day long!"
"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid." The woman in white uniform comforted Yimi in her arms like an old mother.
Yimi rubbed her plump chest back and forth. After she was satisfied, she raised her head, blinked and asked, "Sir, is there a new script?"
"Here." The woman in white uniform handed her a notebook.
Yimi happily took the book, but the moment she opened the script, her smile stopped.
"Sir, the script..."
"Why is it blank?"
"Did you get it wrong?"
"That's right." The woman in white uniform looked at her meaningfully and smiled, "It's time for you to be a heroine for once."
"Female...heroine!" Yimi was so excited that she couldn't speak clearly.
After so many years of playing cannon fodder, corpses, and supporting roles, I'm finally going to play the heroine!
"What about the character's name?"
"There should be a name..."
She is still used to having a character name.
"Just use your own given name."
"Real name?"
Yimi scratched her head, she almost forgot her real name.
An actor can have countless character names, but there is always only one real name.
[Enter the play] Passive 3: When the [actor] is called by his real name, he will be forced to [come out of the play] and the performance will fail.
"Yimi, let the world remember this name." The woman in white uniform looked at Yimi with a smile, her eyes full of expectations for her.
"Let the world remember Yimi..."
Yimi murmured this sentence repeatedly and gradually lost consciousness.
After a while, the woman in white uniform took a few steps forward and raised her hands high, as if she was praising the sun or accepting the cheers from the audience.
Facing the dead wilderness, her eyes were full of energy:
"big occasion!"
"Big scene!" Yimi beamed with joy, walked forward with squinted eyes and a naive smile. Braving the wind and sand, she assumed the same posture and raised her hands high to praise the sun.
"oh!!!"
...
More than a day later.
July 6, 2089, 6 pm.
Duan Ping slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness was blurry, as if he was in a ward?
"Uh-huh——"
His body ached as if being pricked by needles, and his shoulders seemed to be pressed down by heavy objects, making his whole body sore and unbearable. He was bent over, holding his knees with his hands, like a bent old tree branch. Every movement made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if his muscles and bones were protesting against this inhumane torture.
Click!
The ward door was pushed open.
Momo carried a small backpack on her back and a bouquet of flowers in her hand, and slowly walked into the hospital ward. She was wearing simple clothes, with a touch of sadness and worry on her face, until she saw Duan Ping waking up in the hospital bed. .
"Brother Duan Ping, wake up!"
she exclaimed with joy.
While talking, he would beat Duan Ping's shoulders and rub his arms from time to time, and carefully help him pour water and change his quilt, giving him a warm, meticulous and meticulous visit.
As considerate as a professional nurse.
On the contrary, Duan Ping looked quite embarrassed.
"Yes, it's okay."
He quickly waved his hand to stop Momo from taking care of a baby.
"Uh... um." Momo responded in a low voice, the corners of her mouth lowered, feeling very uncomfortable inside.
But he still forced out a friendly smile.
Duan Ping glanced at the time and frowned.
"It's been more than a day..."
The brain is trying to remember what happened before the coma.
The cracked earth, strong winds, collapsed buildings...
"Uh-huh -" A sharp pain came through his head, and Duan Ping asked with a hint of bitterness, "Where is the white paper?"
"She was invited by the Supernatural Powers Bureau to interrogate that Su Lin."
"Su Lin!"
Duan Ping's eyes widened as he woke up the man in his dream, and he quickly walked out of the hospital bed.
"Don't worry, you are still injured." Momo dissuaded.
As a treatment specialist, the last thing she wanted to see was someone being injured and running around.
Duan Ping did not listen to the advice and rushed out, leaving her alone in the ward.
"You are so anxious to retire..."
Momo was lying on the bedside, her head lowered, her hands clenched, her knuckles white, the shoulder on the side was shaking slightly, her throat seemed to be stuck by something, she bit her lip, her eyes flashed with tears of grievance. .
After a while, Duan Ping arrived at the interrogation room of the Superpower Bureau.
The atmosphere in the interrogation room was solemn, and the lights on the walls were dim and cold.
Su Lin, who was being interrogated, sat in a small dark room, his hands cuffed by prismarine, his eyes closed tightly, his face calm and calm.
The interrogator outside the iron window was wearing a black formal suit and sitting behind a long table. There was a computer on the table. He held a pen and notebook in his hand and stared at the suspect sharply.
Bai Zhi sat next to the interrogator, also holding a record book. He was a little impatient and looked like he was about to fall asleep. He finally regained his energy when he saw Duan Ping coming:
"Hey, Duan Ping, you are finally here."
After that, he yawned and handed over the interrogation record book.
Duan Ping took the record book and found three words written on it:
"Very sleepy!"
Duan Ping sighed and waved his hand to Bai Zhi, indicating that she could leave. It was impossible to expect her to work hard.
"Slip away, come on!"
Bai Zhi made an encouraging gesture, as if he was finally liberated, and ran out of the interrogation room without stopping for a second.
Duan Ping ignored her, glanced at the interrogator next to him, and found that the record book in his hand was also blank.
"Has Lilith Camille been caught?"
The interrogator looked sad, shook his head and said: "Not yet, someone has reported her."
The wearer of the clown mask can switch faces at will and blend into the crowd, making it extremely difficult to spot.
"The letter you reported to her?" Duan Ping turned to question Su Lin.
When Su Lin heard the voice, he was shocked. He slowly raised his head, opened his eyes and smiled:
【Yes】
The interrogator on the side was stunned.
He and Bai Zhi interrogated for a long time, but Su Lin refused to speak. Duan Ping opened his mouth when he asked?
Why?
Duan Ping's forehead wrinkled slightly, his mouth was tightly closed or slightly opened, and there was a hint of worry and worry in his eyes. He was not sure whether Su Lin's words were true or false.
This microexpression was captured.
Su Lin raised the corner of his mouth with satisfaction and smiled:
[It seems that the person behind you does not have the ability to see through people's hearts]
【Not that good】
"Snapped!"
Duan Ping slapped the table in response, stood up straight, glared angrily, and said sarcastically:
"Then [Joker] is so powerful, didn't you still get caught?"
"[Joker] isn't that good either."
After the words fell, Su Lin gritted his teeth and widened his eyes, suppressing the anger in his heart.
"Hiss--" The interrogator was sandwiched between the two of them, his heart and lungs stopped, and his head became a mess.