At the same time as Jin Ping'an rushed over, Fang Donghai easily turned sideways and kicked him in the heel.

When the Achilles tendon is attacked, no matter how much hatred you have, you will fall down.

Jin Ping'an, who was lying on his back, wanted to hug Fang Donghai's calf, but the other party would not give him this chance.

Pooh.

The dagger stabbed into Jin Ping'an's abdomen, and Fang Donghai didn't withdraw his hand until the hilt of the knife was nowhere in it.

The moment the dagger was released from his hand, it burrowed towards Jin Ping'an's abdomen like an activated liquid.

There was no dagger to block the wound, and the blood gushed out from the opening in his abdomen as if he was dying.

Jin Ping'an, who was lying on the ground, raised his head, but he didn't look at his abdomen, but exhausted all his strength and said to Fang Donghai: "You...give me...stop..."

Neuralgia in the heel and abdominal cavity, let alone standing up.

Jin Ping'an didn't even have much strength to speak, so he could only watch Fang Donghai turn around.

boom! boom! boom!

Three gunshots sounded one after another, hitting Fang Donghai's body.

Fang Donghai undoubtedly killed the bodyguard next to Jin Ping'an.

But since the other party saw that he was shot, in order to protect the secret of the mask, he must not leave him alive.

Fang Donghai pulled out the pistol from the holster of another bodyguard's corpse, and flicked a bullet back without looking back.

There is no doubt that the bullet hit the head.

Jin Pingan, whose vision was blurred due to tears and blood loss, stared at Fang Donghai with eyes full of resentment, but he shook off the bullet on his body like a normal person.

For a while, Jin Ping'an didn't know whether the scene where the masked murderer was shot was a hallucination caused by excessive blood loss.

However, a few shards of glass, smaller than a fingernail, fell from the hole in his pocket as he trembled.

Jin Ping'an put his left palm on one of the fragments, held the fragment with all his strength, and stabbed it into his palm.

After doing all this, he completely lost consciousness.

Fang Donghai didn't notice Jin Ping'an's small movements. He put his hand into his pocket with an ugly face, and took out his mobile phone whose screen was shattered by bullets.

There was no black water to support this operation, Fang Donghai could only contact some bounty hunters with his mobile phone to support him.

The broken phone meant that he needed to run to the nearest town on his own two legs.

Most of the guards in the entire manor are heading towards the Bell Tower Garden.

Before everyone arrived, Fang Donghai took out a pistol and pointed it at the dying Jin Ping'an.

At this time, Jin Ping'an had passed out due to pain and blood loss.

boom!

The warhead fired at Jin Ping'an was intercepted by a small ball of black matter.

"go to hell!"

boom! boom! boom! boom…

Fang Donghai knew that the pistol couldn't hurt him, but he still emptied the magazine towards Jin Ping'an as if venting his anger.

The continuous gunfire provided a specific direction for the armed forces in the manor.

Fang Donghai knew that he could not drag on any longer.

So he dropped his pistol and broke out towards the nearest wall.

The crying face mask is the best mask to use when facing ordinary people, not one of them.

He easily escaped from the encirclement and ran towards the distant town.

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drip, drip, drip...

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

With heavy breathing, Jin Ping'an slowly opened his eyes. Valley camel

What caught my eye was an unfamiliar ceiling and part of a breathing mask.

A sense of weakness filled every cell of his body.

Jin Ping'an turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, and his eyes first fell on the electronic clock.

The date above was one day longer than I remembered.

And as Jin Ping'an continued to observe, the hospital ward was completely shattered, and everything before was just a nightmare fantasy.

The image of Cheng Lejia being grabbed by the neck and lifted came to mind again.

In the next second, Jin Ping'an's eyes were blurred.

"You can't kill someone just by choking...Normal people...how can you break a person's neck with one hand...Le Jia must still be alive...that's all the illusion I dreamed in my dreams..."

Jin Ping'an endured the pain in his chest and comforted himself non-stop.

But no matter how he made excuses, he couldn't convince himself that it was an illusion.

Jin Ping'an reached out to tear off the oxygen mask, supported the hospital bed with one hand, and got up from the hospital bed while covering his abdomen with the other hand.

The freshly stitched wound began to ooze blood because of the disturbance.

Since the short sword itself is not too big, the area of ​​the stab wound is very small.

Jin Pingan stretched his hand to his back to untie the bandage, tightened it with all his strength, and then tied a tighter knot in front of his body.

Just keep the abdominal bandage tight enough that it interferes with breathing.

Not to mention the pain from the wound, even if someone stabs you where you are bandaged, you may not be able to feel it.

At the same time, it can also solve the problem of hemostasis.

This is one of the few useful knowledge that Jin Ping'an has learned.

To get rid of the abdominal pain, Jin Ping'an's first reaction was to raise his left hand, looking for the fragment of the mobile phone screen embedded in his flesh.

When committing murder, it is impossible for the murderer to carry irrelevant things, especially items with a huge amount of information such as mobile phones.

This is the only clue he has to find out the real identity of the murderer.

But the medical staff obviously wouldn't let go of such an obvious wound, and had already cleaned up the debris.

The news of Jin Ping'an pulling out the oxygen tube and getting up really alarmed Jiang Kaiji, who was nursing outside the ward.

It was Tian Hao who entrusted him to come and take care of Jin Pingan.

Tian Hao knew that he would not comfort others, and even if someone died, he would not show any emotion until the case was solved.

So Tian Hao simply refused to meet with Jin Ping An, and asked Jiang Kaiji to enlighten Jin Ping An instead.

"Why did you get out of bed! The wound has just been stitched!"

As soon as Jiang Kaiji opened the door, he saw Jin Ping'an standing barefoot beside the hospital bed, and quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Where's the stuff?" Jin Ping'an asked with his head down.

Jiang Kaijimi was confused for a moment, and after remembering Tian Hao's explanation, he suddenly realized: "Things? You said the glass shards in your palm? When the doctor cleaned the wound before..."

"Where's the trash can?!"

Jin Ping'an, who was out of control~lightnovelpub.net~ grabbed Jiang Kaiji's arm and shouted.

Those pieces of broken glass are the only clues he can find to find the murderer, and there must be no mistakes.

Even if you search through the garbage cans in the entire hospital, even all the garbage trucks have to find it!

"Those shards of glass weren't thrown away! Hey! Don't grab them! Your wound has just been healed!"

Jiang Kaiji wanted to break free from Jin Ping'an's palm, but he was worried that he would use too much force and the wound would collapse.

He had no choice but to pull out one arm, took out a small bag containing **** broken glass from his pocket, and shouted loudly: "Here is the thing! Calm down!"

Jin Pingan immediately let go of his hand and grabbed the transparent packaging bag.

This small transparent bag contained not glass, but his hope of revenge.

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