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This shot was extremely accurate, it directly pierced through Qi Yan's body.

He suddenly bent his knees and half-kneeled on the ground, the wounds caused by the bullets immediately poured out.

Qi Zhen was frightened by the gunshot and her heart skipped a beat. If it wasn't for Jian Liang's support, she would almost collapse.

"Ah Yan!"

She wanted to go there, but Jian Liang hugged her tightly, "It's dangerous, don't go!"

Qi Yan acted as if he didn't know the pain, his eyes never left Kαi Qi Zhen, raised his dagger, and continued to walk towards her.

"Kill you, kill you..."

Jiang Hansheng hid behind his back, staring at everything in front of him with a cold face, as if waiting for something.

Then, bang bang bang——!

The special police fired three shots in a row, all hitting Qi Yan.

The bullet pierced through his body, splashing a splash of fresh straw, and finally stopped Qi Yan's pace.

At the last moment, he wanted to see Qi Zhen's face clearly. He only saw the horror on her face. What's cruel is that this is a common reaction to the death of a stranger.

For some reason, just before he completely lost consciousness, he thought of Wen Hongsheng.

Five years ago, when he heard the news that Wen Lang had been shot dead by the police, his usual indifferent face showed extreme sadness. , holding back tears.

Holding his cramped heart, he turned and went downstairs, but unexpectedly, he stepped on the ground and fell down from the manuscript stairs.

Wen Hongsheng died of grief.

He couldn't help but hate Wen Lang, and he couldn't help hating ordinary people in the world.

When they died, there were tears and flowers to see them off, but his life disappeared in the long night, and until the last moment before his death, he couldn't see the expression of grief and despair for him on Qi Zhen's face.

He just heard a piece of piano music, playing the wrong note, but it was full of joy, it seemed to come through time and space, and swayed in his ears.

In the distance, there seems to be light.

Qi Zhen was sitting in front of a dilapidated piano, playing it, while his brother stood by and listened quietly.

The two of them turned to μ and smiled softly at him.

They asked, "Go home, Yan?"

Qi Yan wanted to go there, but just took a step, he knelt down on both knees, then fell forward and fell heavily on the ground.

The red and blue lights flickered alternately, and the SWAT team gradually surrounded him. One of them knelt down to examine Qi Yan's body, and reported to μ to confirm his death.

In the long night, the cold wind howled.

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Huaisha City People's Hospital, intensive care unit.

Sunlight poured in from the glass windows, the light was soft and soft, illuminating everything brightly.

Zhou Jin wanted to open her heavy eyelids, and a brilliant light came rushing towards her face. It took her a while to get used to it before she could barely see the ceiling clearly.

She smelled faint disinfectant, and the smell of sunlight on the quilt.

In a short time, Zhou Jin lost her memory, and even forgot why she was lying in the hospital.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Hansheng lying beside the hospital bed. Zhou Jin could see his slightly messy hair and broad shoulders.He even sleeps in a gentle manner, and he doesn't seem to have any nightmares anymore, and his breathing is even and quiet.

Zhou Jin's whole body seemed to be falling apart, her right breast was held in Jiang Hansheng's breast, but she didn't feel it.

Zhou Jin moved her fingers with her thoughts, and the numbness brought about by the axillary circulation gradually revived her senses.

As soon as Zhou Jin moved, Jiang Hansheng woke up.

He raised toμ to look at her, and unexpectedly bumped into her eyes. Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly got up to stroke her forehead: "Are you awake? I'll call the doctor."

Zhou Jin exerted some strength to hold his s0u.Jiang Hansheng was held back by her, and leaned down again, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Jin's voice was hoarse, "Fool, how can you just jump at the place where the manuscript is..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Hansheng's lips, stroking the hair on her forehead.

Because Zhou Jin looked at him with that look again.

While Zhou Jin was talking harshly to Qi Yan, her eyes kept looking at Jiang Hansheng in the distance, just like when she dragged him home back then, her eyes were gentle and firm.

So, how could he not follow?

Jiang Hansheng didn't explain much, but kissed her forehead to μ, and asked back: "I should ask you this question."

Zhou Jin blinked and said, "I'm invincible, but you are different."

She immediately thought of Jiang Han's voice in those videotapes, thought of his suffering, and seeing him standing beside her bed in a healthy and clean manner, Zhou Jin wanted to cry.

She seemed to be promising, saying: "Professor Jiang, I will protect you, and I will be by your side from now on."

She spoke seriously and seriously, no matter how careful Jiang Hansheng observed, he didn't find that she had any intention of coaxing him.

Jiang Hansheng's breathing became disordered, and after a while, he said, "Ye."

It took a lot of effort for Zhou Jin to say these words. After a short pause, she said wearily: "I really want to kiss you. As far as I am concerned, it is still a bit difficult."

Jiang Hansheng's smile deepened, and he kissed her lips with a low toμ.

Zhou Jin was very satisfied with his initiative.

She tilted her eyes out of the clear window, looked at the golden light, and sighed softly: "It's so sunny today."

"kindness."

Zhou Jin said again: "We're still wearing couple outfits."

Her ending turned up playfully.

Jiang Hansheng was confused for a moment, looked down at his hospital gown, then at hers, and soon laughed almost helplessly.

He said: "It's better to wear less of this kind."

Zhou Jin couldn't help laughing out loud, her throat parted, and she coughed several times in succession.

She covered her mouth and said, "No, cough cough... no, my heart hurts from laughing."