After Tutuqiao's younger brother Lu Jindong was plotted by e-sports tycoons, at least that's how it was to see it.

He immediately recruited a female e-sports player, Rudori, who was a terrible person.

In the e-sports circle, she is called a killing machine. In fact, both her hand speed and her kung fu are scary.

This woman often says she has died once, and people often suspect that she is a woman with mental problems.

However, this woman's talent in e-sports has made people forget these small problems. In e-sports, He Berger and Wei Taiqiang have never made e-sports players better than this woman.

The little wild horse Ling Fengshuang was not convinced. She had a fight with Wei Taiqiang and that woman on behalf of He Berg.

These words were spoken very quickly, and the faster they were spoken, but a cough suddenly interrupted Katerina Ivanovna's moving eloquence. At this time, the man who was about to die woke up and moaned, and she quickly ran to him. The injured person opened his eyes, and had not recognized them, and did not understand who was standing in front of him, so he looked at Raskolnikov carefully. He had difficulty breathing and inhaling deeply, a long time apart; blood flowed from the corners of his mouth; cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He did not recognize Raskolnikov, and his eyes turned uneasily. Katerina Ivanovna looked at him, his eyes sad and severe, and tears could not stop flowing out of his eyes.

"My God! His whole chest was hurt! Blood, blood!" she said in despair. "You have to take off all his underwear! You turn around slightly, Xie Miao Zaharovic, if you can move," she shouted to him.

Marmeradov recognized her.

"Call the priest!" he said hoarsely.

Katerina Ivanovna walked to the window, leaned her forehead against the window frame, and shouted loudly in despair:

"Oh, damn life!"

"Call the priest!" After a while of silence, the person who was about to die said again.

"Go—!" Katerina Ivanovna shouted at him; he heard her scream and stopped. He looked for her with a timid and melancholy gaze; she returned to him and stood by the head of the bed, he was a little quieter, but not long. Soon his eyes remained on Lidochka (his favorite little daughter), she hid in the corner of the wall, trembling as if she had been sick, and stared at him with her child-like surprised gaze.

"Ah...ah..." He pointed at her anxiously. What did he want to say.

"What else do you want to say?" Katerina Ivanovna shouted loudly.

"She is barefoot! Her feet are barefoot!" he said vaguely, while looking at the little girl's barefoot with a madman's gaze.

"Don't say it!" Katerina Ivanovna shouted angrily, "You know for yourself why her feet are naked!"

"Thank God, the doctor is here!" said Raskolnikov, who was happy.

The doctor came in. He was a neatly dressed old man, a German. He looked around with a look of suspicion. He walked to the injured person, pressed his pulse, and then carefully touched his head. With the help of Katerina Ivanovna, he untied the blood-soaked shirt, leaving the injured person's chest naked. The whole chest was covered with blood and there was no place intact. Several ribs on the right were broken. On the left, just in the heart, there was a piece of the most worrying black and yellow scar, which was a serious injury caused by the horse's hooves stomping down. The doctor frowned. The policeman told him that the injured person was rolled under the wheel, rolling on the road, dragging about thirty steps away.

"Strange, why did he wake up?" the doctor said to Raskolnikov quietly.

"What did you say?" the latter asked.

"This is going to die."

"Is there no hope?"

"Not at all! Only one last breath is left... Besides, the head injury is so serious... Well, maybe you can bleed... But... this is useless. After five or ten minutes, you will definitely die."

"Then you'd better bleed!"

"Okay...but I'll tell you in advance, that's totally useless."

At this time, another sound of footsteps was heard, and the crowds in the hall moved away. A little old man with gray hair, the priest with the communion 1, appeared at the door. While he was still on the street, the police went to invite him. The doctor immediately gave him the seat and exchanged some meaningful glances with him. Raskolnikov asked the doctor to wait for at least a while. The doctor shrugged and stayed.

good.

He easily found Razumixin's residence; in Pochinkov's house, everyone knew the new tenant, and the person in charge of the yard immediately told him how to go. Half up the stairs, a large group of people could hear noisy and lively conversations. The door to the stairs was wide open; a burst of shouting and arguments could be heard. Razumixin's room was quite large, and fifteen people gathered there. Raskolnikov stood in the front room. Here, behind the partition.

The landlord's two maids were giving birth to two big samovars, busy next to the plates of wine, big and small serving pies and dishes, all of which were brought from the landlord's kitchen. Raskolnikov sent them to call Razumixin. Razumixin ran out happily. It was obvious at a glance that he had drunk a lot. Although Razumixin almost never got drunk, this time it could be seen that he was already a little drunk.

"Listen to me," Raskolnikov said quickly, "I came here just to say to you. You won this bet, and no one knows what will happen to him. I can't go in: I'm so weak, I'll fall soon. Therefore, I want to say: Hello, goodbye! Go to my place tomorrow..."

"Listen to me, I'll take you home! Since you said yourself, you're very weak..."

"Where are the guests? Who is the one with curly hair that just looked at here?"

"Do you know who he is? Maybe he is an acquaintance of my uncle, but maybe he came by himself... I asked my uncle to entertain them; he is a very cute person; but you can't get to know him this way. But, go to them! Now they don't think of me, and I need to go out for some breath, so, man, you came just in two minutes; I'll fight with someone, really
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