How to cough up blood

For the next three days, Ji Zhisheng and Xi Jin visited the eight Zhou Qings in Ouyuan District.The focus was on the three people that Ji Zhisheng inferred.

The little girl comes from a middle-income family and suffers from depression. Her father is in a high-risk job and her mother is a primary school teacher.The courier brother borrowed a lot of money from his mother who was seriously ill in his early years, but later he was rescued and owed a lot of debt.A rebellious high school student with poor grades and quarrels with his family. He often runs away from home and does not return at night.

There's still a lot of bits and pieces that just don't fit together.

Seeing that Ji Zhisheng was growing moldy in the room for the past few days, Xi Jin dragged him out and went out to relax.

There is no bustling place to go around the hotel, there is only a fairly quiet street, which used to be a commercial street, but now it is very empty, especially in the evening now, there are only hawkers setting up stalls and children after school on the side of the road .

"Professor Ji, what do you want to eat, may I treat you?" Xi Jin walked beside Ji Zhisheng with his hands in his pocket.In fact, besides Xiao Liu, he was the most tiring during the time when he was out on the job.

Ji Zhisheng shook his head, buttoned the top hole of his shirt, took off his glasses and put them in his pocket, relaxing his eyes.

"I don't have anything to eat, didn't you say you want to eat?"

He was still thinking about the whiteboard in the hotel room, looking a little absent-minded.

"Alright, then I'll go buy it, and you can eat some too."

Xi Jin looked around, "Don't move here, wait for me."

Ji Zhisheng nodded, and waited for him quietly under a tree, with a lazy and gentle demeanor, and the fireworks from the surrounding barbecue seemed incompatible with him.

In the corner, a young man wearing a mask raised his head slightly, and his indifferent eyes fell on Ji Zhisheng's back. He raised his hand and pressed the peaked cap on his head, turned around and disappeared in place.

Ji Zhisheng turned around as if feeling something, and after a while, he frowned, the feeling of being stared at was like a glow on his back but disappeared.

But when he didn't find anything unusual, when he turned around, a person quietly appeared behind him, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Don't move, don't make a sound."

Ji Zhisheng froze, his lower back was pressed against a hard object, it was

muzzle.

After realizing what it was, Ji Zhisheng's body suddenly sounded the alarm, his heart beat rapidly, his muscles tensed up, and he was ready to go.

The young man in a peaked cap wearing a mask clamped Ji Zhisheng's wrist with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Follow me."

He pulled Ji Zhisheng, and slowly walked to a very unremarkable and uninhabited alley next to him.

When approaching the entrance of the alley, Ji Zhisheng suddenly got into trouble, he broke free from the restraint of the man in the peaked cap, slashed his hands to snatch the gun from his hand, and at the same time shouted coldly: "Who are you?!"

The young man in the peaked cap ducked sideways, raised his eyes to reveal a pair of black and white eyes, with a cold and straightforward killing intent, and his voice was inorganic.

He said, "The one who killed you."

On the other side, Xi Jin came back in a good mood after buying fried skewers, and found that the place where Ji Zhisheng was standing was empty.

He froze for a moment, and then called Ji Zhisheng, but the other person didn't answer for a long time. He frowned, and ran to the side to ask the owner of a small skewer cart, "Hello, brother, let me ask, the person who was standing here just now Man, did you see where you went?"

The stall owner slapped his cattail leaf, thought for a while, and said, "I remember, did you ask that little brother with long hair?"

"exactly."

"I was dragged away just now, so close, it looks like it should be a brother or something, hey? Would you like to call his brother?"

Hearing this, Xi Jin frowned even deeper.

brother?

Apart from Junior Brother Qin Yan who is no longer in Ouyuan District, Ji Zhisheng, is there anyone else he knows who can be called a brother?

This is impossible.

Moreover, according to that guy's habits, he probably won't be embraced by others and not resist...

Did you go back to the hotel?But there is no reason not to answer the phone.

Xi Jin looked at the screen of the mobile phone which kept showing that no one was answering, feeling a little flustered inexplicably.

Deep in the alley.

Under the cover of night, only the sound of punches hitting the flesh can be heard.

The young man dodged Ji Zhisheng's attack, the gun turned into a dagger, and the cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at Ji Zhisheng's neck.

Ji Zhisheng's breath was slightly disturbed, his glasses were still in his pocket, he couldn't see the young man's movements clearly, he was kicked by the young man's fierce kick, he had a lot of injuries, and he didn't dodge this time, a scarlet scratch was drawn on his neck .

"Who sent you?"

The low and melodious ringtone of the mobile phone kept ringing, Ji Zhisheng's voice was a little breathless, the sharp look in his eyes was like an unsealed sword, he raised his leg high, and kicked the youth hard on the side of the neck.

"Do you... don't want to kill me at all, or you can't kill me."

They've been fighting for a while, and this man's strength is obviously superior to his. He is definitely a trained killer. He obviously had several chances to shoot, but he let him go every time.

Either he was afraid, or he didn't want to kill him at all.

Hearing this, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly, rolled on the ground, and swept across like a leopard in the dark, firmly pressing Ji Zhisheng against the wall.

The young man put the gun against Ji Zhisheng's forehead, put his index finger on the trigger, and there was a light click.

"court death."

Ji Zhisheng's back hurt from being stunned, his eyes were dark, he closed his eyes and leaned back, panting, his heart beating violently: "Is... T sent you here?"

Xi Jin shouted his name loudly from outside the alley, it was not difficult to hear anxiety, but when it came into the alley, it seemed a little unreal.

The heartbeat sounded like a beating drum in the eardrums, and Ji Zhisheng felt dizzy one after another in his head. He quietly put his right hand into his pocket and touched the glasses inside.

The soft mid-length hair was pasted behind the ears, and Ji Zhisheng showed his scratched and fragile Adam's apple, which was a silent show of weakness that made people relax their vigilance.

The young man didn't speak, and there was no human emotion in his eyes. His hand holding the gun seemed to be a little loose, "You don't need..."

In the next second, Ji Zhisheng's figure exploded, and his right hand quickly came out of his pocket, and his three fingers pinched the thin lens tightly, almost leaving an afterimage in the air, and slashed fiercely towards the young man's throat!

The young man's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously hid back. Ji Zhisheng turned his head and held the gun tightly with his left hand. His eyes were filled with coldness. Under the young man's slightly surprised gaze, he smiled and pulled the trigger on his own initiative.

boom!

The street was silent for a second, and the next moment, there were screams one after another.

Xi Jin raised his head suddenly, and quickly locked the direction of the alley, a strong intuition told him that Ji Zhisheng was there.

How could there be gunshots... His heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he ran away.

And as soon as he ran to the entrance of the alley, a man in a peaked cap rushed out of it, and then Ji Zhisheng yelled unsteadily in the alley: "Grab him! Watch out for guns!"

Xi Jin's eyes froze for a moment, and without thinking, she swung the fifty skewers of mutton wrapped in tinfoil in her hand, and the fragrant mutton skewers hit the young man's face viciously. He picked half of the mask off his face.

A little black tattoo was faintly exposed on the side of the young man's face.

But just for a moment, he pulled it back, stared at Xi Jin indifferently for a second, turned around and ran away.

Ji Zhisheng ran out in two or three steps, leaning his back against the wall and lowering his head to pant, while calling Xiao Liu to inform the police station, he said to Xi Jin: "Leave me alone, chase after me!"

Seeing that there was no gunshot wound on his body, Xi Jin breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran after the young man in the peaked cap.

After Ji Zhisheng and Xiao Liu passed the letter, their whole body relaxed as if they lost their strength.

He couldn't help coughing a few times, raised his head and loosened his collar, and touched his scratched neck. The wound was actually not very serious, but the place where the gun muzzle scratched the skin was hot and painful.

The man holding the gun was definitely not simple, and his every move was extremely heavy. His body was aching, and many places should have been blue.

He waited here for more than half an hour before he saw Xi Jin running back from a distance.

Xi Jin panted heavily, his sharp facial features revealed a bit of wildness, he looked at Ji Zhi and said: "... He didn't catch up, he seemed to have been prepared and took advantage of the loophole, the local police station and our people have already sent this The neighborhood is cordoned off, but I guess..."

Probably still can't catch it.

He frowned and said, "That guy is very powerful. But how could he follow you, T...?" He can only guess like this now.

Ji Zhisheng shook his head.

His face was a little pale, and he still maintained the posture just now. The dizziness that lingered in his head for a long time made him realize after a while that he seemed to have hypoglycemia again.

Especially the fingers pinching the lens just now, the forearm of the right hand has a slight cramp due to the sudden force.

Xi Jin finally realized that there was something wrong with Ji Zhisheng's silence, he took a step forward to support him, and asked in a worried voice, "Are you injured?"

"...It's okay." Ji Zhisheng coughed a few times, raised his head and said, "It's a little scratched, just go back and get some medicine."

Xi Jin's eyes fell on the wound on his neck for the first time, her expression tightened slightly: "Your..."

Ji Zhisheng lent him a little bit, "Let's talk when we go back."

Xi Jin had no choice but to shut up, holding the mutton skewers in one hand and supporting Ji Zhisheng in the other to walk back.

hotel room.

Ji Zhisheng lay on the bed exhausted, his eyes were a little empty.

"Drink some glucose water first," Xi Jin plucked at Ji Zhisheng's backpack for a long time, found a few bags of glucose granules in his side pocket, and flushed some with the water in his thermos.

"...Thank you," Ji Zhisheng sat up and took a sip, then paused, "Hot?"

Xi Jin: "Otherwise?"

Seeing that Ji Zhisheng stopped talking, he raised his hand and shook a transparent box in his hand, which was full of plastic rubber bands: "Professor Ji, didn't you say you don't have any? What are these?"

Ji Zhisheng held the thermos cup and looked up: "..."

Then she watched helplessly as Xi Jin took the nail clippers and cut them clean and threw them into the trash can.

Ji Zhisheng: "..."

He felt more pain from the kicked wounds on his body and the scratches on his neck.

He pretended not to notice, and after drinking the glucose, he found a bottle of ointment, unbuttoned his shirt collar, squeezed the ointment on his fingertips, raised his neck in a strange way, rubbed it on the wound, and rubbed it away little by little.

But because I couldn't see it, and I didn't know whether to apply it properly, I could only find the place based on the feeling of pain.

Xi Jin couldn't stand it anymore, and took the ointment, "I'll do it."

"...Oh, good," Ji Zhisheng reacted slowly, sat on the bed with his legs crossed, and raised his head towards Xi Jin, "Thank you, Deputy Commander Xi."

There was a bloody scratch on the clean neck for no reason, which was very dazzling.

Comrade Xi Jin, who has been single for 27 years, felt distressed silently, squeezed out the ointment and carefully applied it.

His fingers are different from Ji Zhisheng's, even with light pressure, the calluses on the fingertips are still a bit stinging, and the wound is sensitive, Ji Zhisheng snorted subconsciously.

Xi Jin: "..."

He blushed when he heard this voice, and froze immediately, neither did he make a move, nor did he not make a move.

However, Ji Zhisheng was still teasing him, because of his posture, his throat was squeezed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "...Deputy Captain Xi, are you trying to poke a hole in my neck with your hand strength?"

It is probably the first time that Ji Zhisheng asked someone to help with the medicine, and it was still in this intimate posture.When people are a little nervous, they have a lot of conversations subconsciously, and he chats with Xi Jin occasionally.

Xi Jin didn't speak for a long time, her ears became more and more red.

From his angle, he could see the tip of Ji Zhisheng's tongue, the occasional swallowing movements because of raising his head, and even the corners of his eyes that were a little physiologically teary due to the stimulation of the ointment.

Xi Jin forced herself not to look, and ruthlessly scolded herself as a beast.

The wound on the neck was almost wiped off, Ji Zhisheng thought for a while, and said: "Deputy Captain Xi, I must have a wound on my back, please wipe it off for me."

Anyway, he can't wipe it off by himself, so he might as well ask Xi Jin to help.

Ji Zhisheng didn't pay attention to Dao Xijin's froze fingers, turned around on his own initiative, lifted up his shirt, revealing half of his fair back and the tight and smooth lines of his lower back.The only things that stand out are the few blue bruises on the back and the black branches of the rose tattoo.

He tilted his head, revealing half a cold and gentle side face, there were sporadic watery glints in his eyes, and the tails of his eyes were reddish, the amorous glance that he had inadvertently glanced at, restrained and seductive.

Ji Zhisheng: "Excuse me, deputy captain, let's get started."

Xi Jin: "..."

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