Dong Xiaoqing, a young girl, didn't know where she got so much strength. She pulled and pulled the weapon off Zhou Huaixin again.

Her eyes were red, describing her eyes as if she was upside down, wielding a blood-stained knife, she looked like a human-shaped yaksha, and turned around and rushed towards the shocked crowd.

The people who were originally crowded together screamed in the competition. Except for some warriors who were hiding in the corner and were still shooting for a long time, most people did not want to lose their lives because of a little work. They pushed and shoved, ran around and ran around everywhere, perfectly forming a barrier of human flesh, blocking the Zhou family's at a loss.

Luo Wenzhou's adrenaline was almost squirting out from the top of his head. Without thinking, he chased after him without thinking. He ran for more than ten meters. He was half a beat slow to catch up with the Scud. He remembered Fei Du again, and turned around to take a look.

However, beyond Luo Wenzhou's expectations, Fei Du was neither dizzy nor vomiting. He just stood a little stiffly beside Zhou Huaixin. His eyes were a little distracted without glasses, but he was still awake. He looked at Luo Wenzhou sideways, deliberately avoiding the blood around him. After seeing Luo Wenzhou, he still waved to him calmly.

For a moment, Fei Du's hypoxia didn't seem very serious.

Luo Wenzhou felt something was wrong, but it was too late to think about it at this time. Seeing that Dong Xiaoqing had passed through the crowd and was about to run out of Hengai Hospital, Luo Wenzhou roughly estimated her route, rubbed the corner of the wall and walked around the crowd, stepped onto the flower bed on the side of the road, and chased after him like flying eaves and walls.

Everything was too fast from Dong Xiaoqing's attack on the sword and successfully escaping.

With a "buzzing" sound in Fei Du's mind, the blood spreading from Zhou Huaixin's lower abdomen was like a heavy hammer, hitting his chest hard, causing his three souls and seven spirits to shake together in his thin body.

Although it is a bit inconvenient to get bleeding, there are indeed not many opportunities to see blood in daily life. If you occasionally break a small mouth, you will feel sick for a while.

Fei Du didn't know how long it had been since he faced such a scene. His ears roared, his limbs almost lost control, his fingertips spasmed gently like conditioned reflexes, and his bones and muscles tightened in an instant, which made him keep standing upright, seemingly awake, but in fact his consciousness was blurred.

Fei Du clenched his fists hard, and his joints sounded randomly. He opened his eyes hard and strode towards Zhou Huaijin as his heart was beating irregularly.

Zhou Huaijin was pressed by a overturned wheelchair and knelt on the ground at a loss. The next moment, he was lifted up with a collar.

"He is likely to have injured his internal organs and the abdominal bleeding is very dangerous," Fei Du said to him in a cold and urgent tone, "Do you still want his life? If you want it, call the best emergency personnel in your hospital out immediately. Mr. Zhou, I know you are not lame, stand up!"

Zhou Huaijin staggered for a moment before standing firmly, stared at Fei Du in fear for two seconds, and then he woke up like a dream and grabbed the phone.

Zhou Huaixin was like a fish that was broken open, instinctively thrusting on the ground. A circle of people surrounded him, and no one dared to move him rashly. The blood rubbed more and more. Fei Du heard Zhou Huaixin call people incoherently, and then watched him throw his phone at Zhou Huaixin, and said in a mess of nonsense like "Look at Brother" and "It's okay". For some reason, Fei Du raised his eyelashes soaked in cold sweat and met Zhou Huaixin's sight.

Zhou Huaixin's eyes became dimmer and dimmed, and his eyes became less and less accurate in the focal length. In Fei Du's eyes, he was undergoing a strange change - he was turning into a pile of strange organic waste.

He clearly felt that his whole body was divided into two, half of which felt physiological nausea and dizziness because of Zhou Huaixin's bleeding wound, and the other half looked at Zhou Huaixin's eyes inexplicably, unable to associate this dying person with the Zhou Huaixin he knew. He was confused by the anxiety and pain of others who were snatching the sky and the earth. He instinctively tried to integrate, searching in vain for the empathy that normal people should have.

However, there is no such thing as scalping.

"Everyone fears death, but what they fear is actually the unknown. Death itself is not painful, and it is even pleasure. You should have experienced it yourself."

"Have you noticed the eyes of those near-death animals? That is the look that found the truth - the truth is that 'living' itself is an illusion created by the nervous system, and it is a false self-consciousness."

"Human consciousness is like flowing water, changing all the time, and death is its final flow. Unless you can understand or control the entire process of a certain consciousness change, this life does not belong to you, something that does not belong to you, every change is deviating from your cognition, and death is always the same as the unchanging skin made of carbohydrates. Isn't you having feelings for this skin like anthropomorphizing pork on a plate? That is a kind of paranoia."

The strong smell of blood surged into Fei Du's nasal cavity with a tsunami. Fei Du's internal organs boiled. The emergency personnel rushed out of Hengai Hospital with sweating, and began to rescue him around Zhou Huaixin. Another gust of wind carried the person away. Fei Du followed him to the emergency room. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he left Zhou Huaijin alone, turned around and rushed to the bathroom.

Dong Xiaoqing, the murderer who committed the crime in front of everyone, was covered in blood, and her hairband was broken, and her carefully permed large/wavy curly hair was dispersed behind her, and her infinite hair flew up and down in the wind, sometimes wrapped around the shocking weapon in her hand.

"Dong Xiaoqing!" Luo Wenzhou relied on his long legs, and the distance between him and Dong Xiaoqing was constantly shortening. Seeing that she had already rushed to the main road, Luo Wenzhou shouted at her, "Stop, do you really think you can run!"

Dong Xiaoqing may have been exhausted and slowed down. After hearing this, she suddenly stopped, turned to Luo Wenzhou, and raised her knife at him.

Luo Wenzhou was not afraid of her slashing her sword. In his opinion, Dong Xiaoqing, who had ten swords, was nothing scary, but he was really puzzled by the girl's motives, for fear that she would commit suicide in an unstable state of mind, so he quickly stopped a few steps away.

"Calm down." Luo Wenzhou pressed his hands down, and tried to look at Dong Xiaoqing with a calm and firm gaze, trying to stabilize her, and made up a lie on the spot, "Listen to me, girl, the person you stabbed just now is not dead. The consequences are not serious. Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Dong Xiaoqing was still in a stressed state, but at this time it probably came back to her senses. Her hand holding the knife was trembling. I don’t know if it was scared or if she regretted not giving Zhou Huaixin another knife.

"I am a policeman," Luo Wenzhou said in a deep voice, taking out his ID from afar and lifting it up, "If you have anything, you can tell me."

Dong Xiaoqing took a step back and the eyes that fell on Luo Wenzhou finally had a focal distance. After a moment, her blood-stained face gradually subsided, but the deep sorrow and anger fell out. Dong Xiaoqing's eyes were red from the eyelids to the eyeballs. She looked like a mute. The world could not hear her voice. The ears that occasionally encountered inquiries, but they didn't know where to start.

Luo Wenzhou carefully tried to move forward one step closer: "Relax, don't hold that knife all the time, isn't it heavy? How dangerous."

"I..." Dong Xiaoqing subconsciously lowered the tip of the knife a little as he said, "My father..."

Luo Wenzhou looked at the knife in her hand and carefully calculated his confidence in taking her off with one blow. While approaching Dong Xiaoqing quietly, he continued, "Your father is very unfair. We all know that this will definitely be restored to his innocence in the future."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Dong Xiaoqing's tears fell: "My dad...my dad is not wronged."

Luo Wenzhou was stunned: "What did you say?"

"He is also one of those people, they..."

As soon as Dong Xiaoqing said this, a sudden Li Feng swept over. A sudden car accelerated without warning and turned violently, hitting Dong Xiaoqing directly. Luo Wenzhou had no way to react. Dong Xiaoqing had already wiped him and flew out, and he didn't even have time to come out of his throat.

The fragments of the front windshield seemed to be raindrops rolled up by the strong wind, spraying Luo Wenzhou all over his body. The car that caused the accident accelerated again without hesitation, stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards Luo Wenzhou. Luo Wenzhou probably used the power of the prehistoric force to dodge, but was still hung by the rearview mirror on one side of the car. The rearview mirror broke on the spot. He instinctively tightened his muscles to protect his head, and rolled out to the side of the road away from the road.

The perpetrator was indeed very experienced. He knew that he would be more dangerous if he was delayed for a second and did not waste time chasing him. He hit Luo Wenzhou along the way, and when he saw that he could not kill him, he decisively gave up.

The road on the back door of Hengai Hospital is a bit desolate. It is not the peak time at this time. The road is empty. The crazy car is whistling without a trace in the shattered front gear!

Luo Wenzhou's body was numb by the scratch, and it took him a while to struggle to get up. Until then, the other people reacted one after another and rushed to Dong Xiaoqing. He also contacted the Municipal Bureau Office: "Nanshan Road at the back door of Hengai Hospital, white xx sedan, license plate Yancxxxxx, wanted in the whole city... No, the whole province and the whole country, even if he went to the Pacific Ocean, he would throw me back!"

Dong Xiaoqing's head had been deformed, and a shoe flew directly across the road. Her naked hands and feet were covered with dust and blood, and she was so dead that she could not die anymore.

"Fuck bastard." Luo Wenzhou couldn't help but say something swearing, his eyebrows were itchy, and he wiped the blood from his hand casually - it turned out that a small mouth was cut by the splashed glass.

Luo Wenzhou gasped violently and said a few breaths: "What's wrong with Tao Ran and Xiao Haiyang? Have you arrived at Dong Xiaoqing's house?"

Lang Qiao first executed his order without a doubt, and he didn't have the chance to speak until then: "I was about to report to you, but just now, Deputy Tao called and said that there was no one in Dong Xiaoqing's house and there was a fire... Boss, what's going on? Also, why do you want this car?"

Luo Wenzhou closed his eyes fiercely.

Dong Xiaoqing, who was injured by a knife, was scared and frightened, and the people who ran around gathered together again. They did not dare to get close to each other, and only whispered on both sides of the road.

Dong Xiaoqing fell in broad daylight.

The girl has a bad temper and is stubborn. On the one hand, she claims that she is ready to pay the victims by losing all her money, and on the other hand, she is always firmly defending her father's reputation.

So why did she take risks and why did she assassinate Zhou Huaijin?

Why do you need to contact Xiao Haiyang in advance?

What did she want to do? What did she want to give Xiao Haiyang?

And the sentence she said at the time of her death, "He is also one of those people"...

Who are the "those people"?

Who is so bold that he dares to kill and set fire in front of the criminal police?

Luo Wenzhou couldn't breathe for a moment.

At this time, Fei Du in Hengai Hospital was almost spitting out his internal organs. When he rinsed his mouth, his hands were trembling.

Fei Du unbuttoned the two shirts in annoyance, poured a handful of cold water on his face, grabbed his wet hair behind his head, and stuffed two pieces of mint candies into his mouth. He finally accumulated the strength to walk upright until the mint candies were completely melted. Fei Du glanced at the blue-colored self in the mirror, and inserted his trembling fingers into his pocket.

Zhou Huaijin bent down and curled up on the bench in the hospital. His blood-stained hands were stirred together nervously, and the tendons on his neck were exposed outside. Suddenly, a wet wipe fell from the sky. Zhou Huaijin raised his head blankly and saw Fei Du walking to him, but he didn't look at him, but just looked at the lights in the operating room.

"Damn it," Fei Du said first, "President Zhou probably doesn't know me well, but I occasionally play with Huaixin."

Zhou Huaijin reluctantly cheered up to deal with him: "I know, Mr. Fei, I have long admired..."

"I have long admired you," Fei Du interrupted him. "Zhou Huaixin never leaves his brother. Every time he mentions Mr. Zhou, he seems to have not been weaned, and his ears are about to grow calenders."

Zhou Huaijin took a deep breath and clasped his hands tightly together.

At this time, several medical staff hurriedly ran over them inadvertently. The movement alarmed Zhou Huaijin. He stood up in shock and looked in the direction of the operating room for a while, as if he could not sit still, and kept wandering around. His gentle and elegant person who was usually worn on his face like a mask was gone, his hair was scattered, and his hands were involuntarily folded, as if he was asking for mercy by an unknown god, murmured to comfort himself: "It's okay, it's okay... it's definitely okay."

"A knife that long, once in and out, the possibility of nothing is fine is very small." Fei Du interrupted him ruthlessly, "Mr. Zhou, although life and death are fate, he is still for you."

Zhou Huaijin collapsed her shoulders weakly: "I know, I just..."

"I'm not talking about him blocking your knife," Fei Du said slightly aggressively, "Mr. Zhou, you know what I mean. I mean the cause and effect of the whole thing - do you believe that those who deceive the world will be retribution? If you cheat, the bad luck will come true."

Zhou Huaijin trembled suddenly.

Fei Du: "Do you want to start with how to plan the kidnapping of yourself?"

Several black-clothed bodyguards next to them approached quietly and nervously surrounded Fei Du.

Fei Du's pale mouth held a sarcastic smile, completely ignoring these parallel goods - if they were useful, Zhou Huaixin would not have been on the verge of life and death in the rescue room.

After a while, Zhou Huaijin waved his hand and spoke softly: "You are right."

"It's all gone, go out," Zhou Huaijin said to the bodyguards, "Let me talk to Mr. Fei."

Fei Du walked to the vending machine, bought two bottles of water, and handed it to Zhou Huaijin.

"I'm the one I'm looking for." Zhou Huaijin took half a bottle, took a deep breath, and said without contacting the village and behind the back, "I chose Hengda, who was in the tutor."

"Aren't you afraid that the police will go too late. Are they drowned you in the river in a fake drama?"

"Someone is watching from the side. If something goes wrong, they will save me. We are all looking for locals who are familiar with the path. They are not easy to be caught by the police - it doesn't matter if they are caught. I can prove that they are enthusiastic passers-by."

This is indeed very convenient.

Fei Du nodded: "You are not in China all year round, so you may not be so familiar with the terrain. The two kidnappers were contacted by Hu Zhenyu, right? Why choose Baisha District?"

"I am the planner and the decision-maker. Others just follow my instructions and don't have to involve others." Zhou Huaijin paused and forced a nod. "Please choose Baisha District. First, the road is smooth to get out of the airport, and second, the locals are asking for help. Moreover, we are not obviously involved with Baisha, so it is not easy to be suspected."

Fei Du: "The person who helped?"

"It's just a little help from a friend." Zhou Huaijin shook his head, "It has nothing to do with this matter."

"I... I suddenly learned about his death that day and realized that this was an opportunity." Zhou Huaijin said hoarsely, "I am just a glamorous mascot in the group. Zhou Junmao has one hand covering the sky. Even if he dies, Zheng Kaifeng is the tycoon, so it's not my turn to talk."

Fei Du: "I think Mr. Zhou is at least better than Yang Bo in terms of identity and qualifications."
Chapter completed!