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In the darkness, Jiang Cheng put away the gun and held Zhou Jin's face.

His snoμ fingers were a little rough, and he wiped away the tears from her face.

"Xiao Wu, I'm the one who disagrees." Jiang Cheng pressed his forehead to μ against her, and lowered his voice, "Don't cry anymore."

"Jiang Cheng?"

Jiang Cheng patted her on the back, feeling unwilling, tilted his head and kissed her toμ hair, and said inexplicably, "...it's better to have long toμ hair."

After saying this, he stood up.Zhou Jin grabbed it subconsciously, but snatched nothing.

"Jiang Cheng!"

Seeing Jiang Cheng's figure disappearing from sight, she tried her best to chase after him. Within two steps, her eyes turned black, and she suddenly fell to her knees on the ground!

She had no choice but to lie down, breathing gently, and it took a long time to recover from the dizziness.

She was afraid of scaring the snake, so she cut off the communication equipment, and if she looked for it now, she was no longer with her.

Maybe it fell somewhere while fighting with that person?

Zhou Jin thought exhaustedly, and then fell into a coma.

After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by the sound of approaching footsteps. There was still a thick darkness in front of her eyes, and she couldn't distinguish friend from foe.

She held the gun, her broken vision gradually brightened, and she held her breath to warn x1: "Don't move."

"Zhou Jin?"

His pace became faster, and he rushed over almost staggeringly, and helped Zhou Jin up.

Familiar voice, familiar smell, Zhou Jin was immersed in the turbulent darkness, and before he could see the other party's face clearly, he knew who he was.

"Jiang Hansheng."

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Jiang Han wrapped his arms around her thin shoulders with a snoomu, and immediately hugged her in his arms.

As the dim moonlight fell, Zhou Jin pressed against his warm chest and heard his heart beating steadily and vigorously.

Her throat was rough, and she asked him in a low voice, "How did you find me?"

Jiang Hansheng tapped her sweaty forehead to μ with his cheek, and didn't answer, but said: "I'm late."

Zhou Jin's consciousness was chaotic, and he was in a half-conscious state, so he couldn't continue to ask questions.

……

It was already past ten o'clock at night when we arrived at the hospital, the partition curtain was pulled, and the doctor gave Zhou Jinqing a wound.

Jiang Hansheng was by her side, his black eyes motionless, watching how the sterilized cotton balls were soaked in red water, and how the hideous wounds were stitched together one by one.

Zhou Jin saw that he was silent, he was strangely calm, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with a sense of oppression like ice.

She could guess that Jiang Hansheng was worried about her.

Just as Zhou Jin was about to say something, a voice came from the partition curtain: "Zhou Jin?"

Zhou Jin hurriedly responded, and soon Yu Dan poked in.

"How are you?"

Seeing that she was wearing a hospital gown, and she had taken off her bulletproof vest and black top, Yu Dan put on a wipe and rushed in.

The more people there are, the smaller the space will be.

Jiang Hansheng stood up first, and said to Dan: "Help me take care of her, will you?"

Yu Dan was slightly surprised: "No problem."

Jiang Han walked out without turning back.

After going out, standing in the quiet corridor, Jiang Hansheng closed his eyes and frowned.

The violence that had been suppressed for many years reawakened, and he recalled the moment when the kαi gun was pulled the trigger.

"Is it fun to kill?"

The incandescent lamps on the top of the toμ seemed to be going out one by one from the end of the corridor, and Qi Yan's voice sneaked in the darkness, swaying coldly in Jiang Hansheng's ear.

"Since Mr. Jiang has profound insights in the field of psychology, don't you understand why I have to kill people?"

His eyes were blurred and he couldn't see clearly, only the injection needle toμ was shaking and overlapping in front of him.

"There is no way, if I don't kill them, I can't get peace."

"For example, Mr. Jiang, you seem to be upright and orderly, don't you want to kill me now?"

……

Jiang Hansheng closed his eyes, and the line from the lower eight to the neck and shoulders was slightly tensed, giving off an extremely cold feeling.

He paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and sisi took hold of snoμ's trembling wrist.

After Jiang Hansheng went out, Yu Dan sat next to Zhou Jin.

The doctor dealt with it very quickly. Before leaving, he gave some simple precautions and when to come again to remove the stitches.

Yu Dan wrote them down one by one.

When there were only the two of them left here, Yu Dan buttoned Zhou Jin's hospital gown and asked her, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhou Jin shook to μ.

Yu Dan's eyes were full of anxiety: "Zhao Ping said that you went to find the sniper snoμ alone, do you know that Professor Jiang and Team Tan are worried about you a lot! Zhou Jin, you are lucky this time, have you ever thought about what happened in case something happens?" What should I do?"

"I have a sense of proportion." Zhou Jin comforted her a little perfunctorily, and then asked, "By the way, how is Zhao Ping?"

Yu Dan said: "Skin wounds, there's nothing to do. Zhao Ping also wanted to see you, so I asked him to go back first. I can't take care of two more sick patients at once."

Zhou Jin was quiet for a while, until now, she found some clues from her confusion.

Zhou Jin asked again: "Where is Bureau Yao? Have you been rescued?"

Yu Dan concentrated his expression slightly, shook his toμ, and said heavily: "After Yao Ju was injured, the group of people dragged him into the car and escaped under the cover of firepower."

Zhou Jin was surprised: "How could this be?"