While Jin Ping'an rushed over, Fang Donghai easily turned sideways and kicked his heel.

The Achilles tendon is attacked, no matter how much hatred you have, you have to fall.

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

Pfft.

The dagger stabbed into Jin Ping'an's abdomen, until the hilt didn't penetrate into it.

The moment the dagger was let go, it was like an activated liquid, burrowing towards Jin Ping'an's abdominal cavity.

There was no dagger to block the wound, and blood poured out from the opening in the abdomen, as if lifeless.

Jin Ping'an, who was lying on his back, raised his head, but instead of looking at his abdomen, he used all his strength to say to Fang Donghai, "You... give me... stop..."

Neuralgia in the heels and abdominal cavity, let alone stand up.

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

boom! boom! boom!

Three gunshots sounded one after another, hitting Fang Donghai.

Fang Donghai had 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 a living hole.

Fang Donghai took out the pistol from the holster of another bodyguard's body, and threw a bullet back without looking back.

No doubt, the bullet hit the head.

Jin Ping'an, whose vision was blurred due to tears and blood loss, stared at Fang Donghai with resentful eyes, but he shook off the bullet from his body like a normal person.

For a while, Jin Ping'an didn't know whether the scene of the masked murderer shooting the gun was an illusion caused by excessive blood loss.

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

Jin Ping'an put his left palm on one of the fragments, grabbed 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. With an ugly face, he reached into his pocket and took out the shattered mobile phone whose screen was hit by bullets.

There was no blackwater response in this operation, Fang Donghai could only contact some bounty hunters on his mobile phone to meet him.

The broken mobile phone means that he needs to rely on his two legs to run to the nearest town.

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

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

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

boom!

The warhead shot at Jin Ping An was intercepted by a small cloud of black matter.

"go to hell!"

boom! boom! boom! boom…

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

The continuous sound of gunfire provided specific directions for the armed teams in the manor.

Fang Donghai knew that he couldn't drag it on any longer.

So he threw down his pistol and moved towards the nearest fence.

The crying face mask is the best mask to use when facing ordinary people, there is no one.

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

…………

Drop, drop, drop...

"Hu... Hu... Hu..."

With the sound of heavy breathing, Jin Ping'an slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling and part of a breathing mask.

Weakness filled his every cell.

Jin Ping'an turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, 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 picked up by the neck came to mind again.

The next second, Jin Ping'an's eyes blurred.

"Just strangling won't necessarily kill someone... A normal person... How could one hand... break someone's neck... Le Jia must still be alive... That's all an illusion I dreamed about..."

Jin Ping'an endured the pain from his chest and kept comforting himself.

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

Jin Ping'an stretched out his hand and tore 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.

The wound that had just been sutured began to ooze blood because of the agitated movement.

Since the dagger itself is not large, the area of ​​the stabbing wound is very small.

Jin Ping'an stretched his hand to his back to untie the bandage, exerting all his strength to tighten the bandage, and then tying a tighter knot in front of him.

As long as the bandage on the abdomen is tight enough, it is tight enough to affect breathing.

Not to mention the pain from the wound, even if someone stabs you where the bandage is, 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.

After getting rid of the pain in his abdomen, Jin Ping'an's first reaction was to raise his left hand and look for the fragment of the phone screen embedded in the flesh.

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

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

But the medical staff obviously won't let such an obvious wound go, and the debris has been cleaned up long ago.

When Jin Ping'an pulled out the oxygen tube and got up, it really alarmed Jiang Kaiji, who was nursing outside the ward.

It was Tian Hao who entrusted him to come and take care of Jin Ping'an.

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

So Tian Hao didn't meet Jin Ping'an at all, and let Jiang Kaiji guide Jin Ping'an instead. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Why did you get out of bed! It's not long since the wound was sewn up!"

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

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

Jiang Kaiji battered the rice for a while, and after remembering Tian Hao's explanation, he suddenly realized: "Something? You mean the glass scum in your palm? When the doctor cleaned the wound before..."

"Where is the trash can?!"

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

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

Even rummaging through the trash cans in the entire hospital, and even all the garbage trucks have to find it!

"Those glass shards were not thrown! Hey! Stop scratching! Your wound was just sewn up!"

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

He had to pull out one of his arms, took out a small bag containing broken glass with blood from his pocket, and shouted loudly, "Here's the stuff! Calm down!"

Jin Ping'an immediately released his hand and grabbed the transparent packaging bag.

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

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