Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Ran woke up.

When he opened his eyes, it took a full 10 minutes to accept the fact that he was still alive. Looking at the whiteness in his eyes, and listening to the beeping sounds of various instruments that could not be named, Lin Ran moved. Moving stiff fingers, there is no rejoicing for the rest of the life, only full of absurdity and unreality.

A group of doctors and nurses came and went, with no expressions on their faces, and they did not speak. They only focused on recording various data in their hands, and occasionally popped out a few words, "We still need to rest, and then do observations." Lin Ran was a little out of breath.

When the ward became quiet again, Lin Ran looked at Shen Ze who was standing not far away, still in a daze. The man was wearing a black windbreaker and leaning against the tea table in a corner with his hands in his hands. He didn't look like an upright citizen at all. The police are like stars walking under the spotlight.

Also, this person has always been "not decent".

Director Sun pushed the door open and walked in with the chill all over his body, frowning tightly, walked to Lin Ran's bedside, put his hand to his lips and coughed softly, "Is there any other discomfort?"

Lin Ran turned his eyes away from Shen Ze, his eyes wandered around, but he didn't have any foothold, finally he just stared at the ceiling and shook his head, and said hoarsely, "Why is senior brother here?"

Director Sun naturally knew what Lin Ran meant. Except for the direct leaders specially approved by the provincial department, no one knew about his being an informant. Even Shen Ze couldn't stretch his hand so far.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you later." Director Sun handed Lin Ran a glass of water to moisten his mouth, "What's the matter with the injury on your body? Did Hei Er find out?"

"In the future?" Lin Ran repeated with a sigh, this word sounds really extravagant.

Shen Ze walked over at a pace. The moment he saw Lin Ran, he denied this conjecture, because the injury is not serious, but it is not serious. If it was Hei Erxia's hand, Lin Ran would definitely not have it. The chance to live, even to die happily is an extravagant hope.

"How did you find me?" Lin Ran closed his eyes and spoke extremely calmly, as if he was talking about some trivial daily life.

"Someone called the police, saying that there were floating corpses on the river beach at Yunding Wharf, so Aze took them there." Director Sun said.

Lin Ran listened, and suddenly smiled. Those sober and unacceptable facts overlapped one after another, wrapping everything tightly with blood. After stabbing himself, the man casually threw himself into the sea. , just like throwing away an inconvenient and unsightly garbage.

Director Sun has always said that Fang Bai is a person who does great things. Lin Ran didn't believe it before, but now he believes it. Not everyone can shoot at their companions without changing their faces, at least he can't.

"Brother Rong is dead." Lin Ran clenched his hands under the quilt tightly, but there was no emotion on his face, he was indifferent and calm, his voice was extremely low, but Shen Ze and Sun Ju were shocked. Tougher than they imagined.

Bureau Sun turned around, and subconsciously touched the cigarette on his chest. Through the glass of the door, he saw the bright red "No Smoking" sign, and he came to his senses. This is a hospital, and there are still wounded people lying on the bed. Only then sighed and let go.

"What about you." Shen Ze pulled a chair and sat down, obviously in a relaxed posture, but his eyes were a little sharp, staring straight at Lin Ran, "Ah Ran, why did you get hurt, and why did you appear there. "

Lin Ran was startled when he heard the words, his pupils were so dizzy that he couldn't find any focus, he turned his head slightly, but the sign of refusing to answer was obvious, this was not a good thing, Shen Ze knew it.

He was used to seeing all kinds of people in the interrogation room, used to all kinds of small actions and uncooperative actions, and understood what Lin Ran's appearance represented. Although psychological suggestion guidance had always been his specialty, he didn't want to transfer that to On Lin Ran.

There was never any unreasonable hesitation or silence. Chen Rong died, Lin Ran was injured, but he kept silent about the remaining Fang Bai. He didn't want to mention the embarrassment and embarrassment in it for the time being. Shen Ze chose to keep this dignity.

"It's fine if you come back. I'll take over the work over there. Don't worry. There are enough police officers waiting for Hei Er. It's just a matter of time before he gets caught. Don't think too much about it." Shen Ze patted Lin Ran on the shoulder. , looking at his unconsciously frowned brows and slightly trembling eyelids, felt for the first time that those old foxes in the Provincial Department had made a wrong move.

Lin Ran is not suitable to be an undercover agent, at least not right now.

"Heal with peace of mind. This is a private hospital with good confidentiality. If you need anything, just ring the bell and call for someone. If you are injured at work, go to Bureau Sun for reimbursement." Shen Ze tried to make his tone a little more relaxed, giving Lin Ran some buffer room for.

Shen Ze made a gesture to leave, but when he just walked to the door, he heard Lin Ran on the bed saying "Be careful with Fang Bai", full of exhaustion, with no strength but loud and loud.

Sun Bureau leaned against the wall without saying a word, Shen Ze's hand holding the doorknob also paused, the whole ward fell into deathly depression, there was obviously no sound, but Shen Ze seemed to hear some sighing sound, Lin Ran His own, Mr. Sun's, his own.

When all the guesses become the truth, the opposite ending is unavoidable, which is ridiculous and a pity.

The three people over there had their own concerns, and Wen Yan's side was not much better. He repeatedly confirmed that there were no eyeliners around him several times, and then used a brand new phone card to call the police, and then immediately destroyed it on the spot.

Wen Yan is not afraid of what Shen Ze and the others find out, anyway, the final task is to stew cleanly, and it is impossible to be too watertight. Fortunately, Shen Ze and the others are more careful and blocked the real news, so it spread to the second ear of Hei It's just the fake news of "found a body".

If he saved a person, he had to go under the black eyelids and act out "Heaven and earth conscience, I really want to kill him, the stabbing was so hard and deep that the blood spurted out three feet high, it's a pity that he died It shouldn't be the drama of "simply heartbroken".

"Brother Bai, the boss is looking for you." A young man with a small cut came to the door, knocked on the door cautiously, and then opened his mouth respectfully, not daring to lift his head.

He is actually not much younger than Wen Yan, but he still shrinks his neck and calls out brother, because he admires He Xinxian, admires his courage to shoot as soon as he says to shoot, and Xin envy that he can be appreciated by the boss, but there is also a little indescribable of contempt.

Turning around and stabbing someone around you has been despised from ancient times to the present. Even those who dawdle on the tip of a knife like them like to talk about brotherhood, but this person doesn't even bother to pretend.

If he was the boss, he wouldn't dare to put this person by his side, maybe one day he would become the second Chen Rong or Lin Ran?

The moment Wen Yan opened the door, he had already shown "kind eyes", raised his chin slightly, and signaled him to lead the way and follow behind. The little pony in front would never have imagined that some people seem to be ignorant of their relatives. The emotional killer actually eats toffee secretly.

Standing at the door, Wen Yan knew that Hei Er's intentions were not good. There was no one in it. It was a cold room with four walls, except for the harsh light that hurt the eyes of the beating person and a long table, there was nothing else. , just a few big blue characters that read "Leniency for Confessions, Strictness for Resistence", it is almost the same as an interrogation room.

Obviously he is a desperado who has been in the black area, but he insists on copying the legal system mechanically, which seems ridiculous and absurd. Wen Yan sighed. He knew what Hei Er wanted to do, but he wanted to fight a psychological offensive and defensive war. .

For Fang Bai, Hei Er's attack was pinched at seven inches, and a little slack could defeat him, because he had long been nailed on the pillar of shame of "killing his companion with his own hands", and he could not move. Here are the eyes, Here is the nose, here is the hand, here is the foot, every place has a crack, and it can be smashed with just a light touch.

Wen Yan turned his gaze around, and thought "Fortunately, I'm the one sitting here", then raised his head to look in the direction of the ceiling, and said softly, "Boss, what do you mean by this?"

"It's nothing, it's just that there was a bit of arguing underneath, and the noise made people's ears hurt, saying that you were indiscriminate and shot your brother with knives and guns."

"Broken two people in one breath, I can't get through here, I have to pretend to give an explanation, right?" Hei Er's voice came through the gap in the corner, and brought a cold wind that seemed to be there, blowing warmly Yan Han's hairs stood on end.

"Two people?" Wen Yan frowned, obvious surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly relaxed, curling the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with obvious irony: "How can He De, why bother Boss to find someone specially?" staring at me."

Wen Yan knew that his face must be 360 ​​degrees, all-round, and high-definition enlarged in front of Hei Er's eyes, so he thought about dressing up and pretending to be anxious, "I worked hard for you and killed two brothers, but you are looking for someone to follow me" Only by looking good can it appear that Hei Er's layout is meticulous and step by step.

"Don't say it so badly Xiaobai, even though you are mine now, this is your 'old club' territory after all, so I have to help you out, right?" The phrase "old club" was bitten by Hei Er The ones are heavy, dragged on for a long time, and are unpleasantly tight.

"Old club?" Wen Yan sneered, loosening his neck, "It seems that you know everything."

Wen Yan said "you" instead of the usual "boss", and the look of the smashed can was in the heart of Hei Er. While wearing others, the recoil cannot be ignored.

His temperament is too wild and ruthless, and he has no shortcomings and weaknesses, so he can only be a weapon, not a person around him.

He didn't have the confidence to let this person work for him.

"What do you want?" Hei Er asked bluntly.

"Enough money and enough goods." Wen Yan also answered bluntly. He knew what Hei Er was worried about, and he made people suspicious by hiding it. When honesty and greed were drawn to the contour line, Hei Er would have Hold this pawn in the palm of your hand.

Just like what I said to Lin Ran, "There is nothing in this world that can speak for me, except money and power." Not working for anyone, but only for money and power, although it is dangerous, it is also the simplest.

There was no echo from that end for a long time, just when Wen Yan's heart started beating, he suddenly heard a burst of almost arrogant laughter. vomit.

"Fang Bai, Fang Bai, it's not a good thing to live too sober." Hei Er smiled, "But I appreciate people like you."

As soon as Hei Er finished speaking, the door of the interrogation room opened.

Wen Yan was only taken aback for a moment, then slowly got up and walked to the door, looking at the two rows of people who were bending over and calling "Brother Bai", put their hands in their pockets, turned their faces halfway, and nodded slightly towards the farthest corner of the room , Hei Er clearly saw that although the man lowered his head, his eyes never lowered.

He really couldn't let go of such a person.

The author has something to say:

Wen Yan: Who would have thought that there would be a handful of toffee under the black windbreaker that was flapping in the wind? Didn't expect it!