you are my white moonlight

It's ten o'clock in the evening in the N area, and it's early morning in China.

Only the green lights were on in the long hospital corridor, eerie and quiet.

The door of the nurse's station was pushed open. She took off her black clothes and changed into a white coat. The hat and mask covered most of her face, and the liquid in the glass bottle was pumped into the needle.

The little nurse who was on duty fell to the ground.

Pressed the earphone, "The preparations are complete, we will start after a while."

Intravenous injection of 10% potassium chloride will cause cardiac arrest in a short period of time, and the pain will end in sleep.

The bodyguards at the door looked at each other, moved away, and slowly opened the door.

At four o'clock, An Ning was fast asleep, completely unaware of the approaching danger, and exhausted the air in the needle tube.

After successfully inserting the infusion tube, her hand was suddenly imprisoned, and the person on the hospital bed turned over, looking like a different face!

Jian Youqing slashed her wrist with a knife, and the needle fell to the ground. She broke free and wanted to bend down to pick it up, but Jian Youqing crushed it with her foot.

The other party was obviously angry, took out a dagger from his waist, and stabbed Jian Youqing step by step. He could have dodged, but his legs and feet were too slow, and he was hit on the arm.

Blood oozes instantly, and the sleeves are stained red.

Ke Yu's lips trembled, "Jian Youqing, you..."

Jian Youqing looked back and stared coldly, "Don't talk."

The nurse slowed down and approached her, "Stop struggling, you know you can't escape, and I'm just following orders, which will make you die very happily."

"Heh." Jian Youqing sneered, "The Shao family is really incompetent, they don't even have the ability to find out the truth, they just have a strong body."

The moonlight was shining, and the distance between the two was only a few meters. Behind Jian Youqing was the bed, and she was groping under the mattress.

"Actually, sometimes, the truth is not important. When emotions have accumulated to a certain extent, they just need an outlet to vent." After speaking, Jian Youqing rushed towards her again, leaning back to dodge, a sharp dagger slashing through the air.

The killer shifted his weight forward and took the opportunity to roll to the other side of the bed, with the dagger pressed against Ke Yu's neck.

The long arms wrapped around the body and imprisoned, "Miss Jian, you probably don't want innocent people to be hurt for you, but what should I do, you are too uncooperative."

Shallow marks, blood oozes out, Ke Yu's body trembles.

With red eyes choking, "Jian Youqing, don't worry about me, just run away, I'm just a servant, I'm not worthy of you..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the little girl is really naive now." Ke Yu was pushed against the wall, and instead clamped her neck, blushing and struggling to break her hand away.

"This place has already been surrounded by our people inside and out. I just want Miss Jian to go in a more dignified way. If she is left with a whole body, if she continues to resist, the scene will be quite ugly."

Ke Yu was almost suffocating, and Jian Youqing's heart sank.

The cruel fact is that she has no wings to stand out from the encirclement.

bang.

Jian Youqing threw the electric baton in her hand, raised her hands, her face was extremely ugly, "Let her go, she is just a servant in charge of serving me, she is still your Shao family..."

The dagger sank into the lower abdomen and was pulled out, covered in blood.

Bang, Ke Yu fell to the ground, curled up and groaned in pain, Jian Youqing's eyes instantly became moist.

"Jane Youqing, let's go..."

The killer put the knife on the quilt to dry it, "It's up to you next, don't worry, it won't hurt very much."

Jian Youqing bit her lower lip tightly, "Are you so sure that you will kill me as you wish?"

"Unless you have wings and can fly out from here." A murderous look flashed in her eyes, and she rushed towards Jian Youqing. In the next second, her forehead was pierced by a bullet.

And it wasn't Jane Youqing's hand.