After fighting with a few gangsters, I was exhausted and knelt on the ground. I vaguely saw a person reaching out in front of me to help me.
The man was half-crouching in front of me, his expression unclear, but I knew he must not have a good look on his face.
I deliberately pretended to be drunk and confused, and said to the visitor:
"Why are you here again?"
Because I knew that these were all hallucinations. That person had left long ago. I must have been taken to the hospital by my younger brother. I vaguely saw the phantom on the hospital bed.
But it doesn't matter, I'm familiar with this. In a few seconds, this stingy illusion will disappear.
I subconsciously leaned against the non-existent hospital bed behind me, trying to find a comfortable position, but the back of my head hit the ground hard. I held my head and hissed a few times.
Looking up again, the world is finally clear before my eyes.
The person in front of him was wearing a police uniform and had a normal face. He looked like a straightforward police officer.
Only I know that as early as when he was eighteen years old, he had already mixed up with me.
Motto: Good people are rewarded