The Monster I Was Redeemed

When Jin Pingan rushed over, Fang Donghai easily turned sideways and kicked his heel.

If your Achilles tendon is attacked, you will fall down no matter how much hatred you have.

Jin Pingan, who was lying on the ground, wanted to hug Fang Donghai's calf, but the other party would not give him this chance.

Poof.

The dagger stabbed into Jin Ping'an's abdomen, and Fang Donghai didn't withdraw his hand until the hilt of the knife was gone.

The moment the dagger was released, it was like an activated liquid, drilling towards Jin Pingan's abdominal cavity.

There was no dagger to block the wound, and blood was pouring out from the opening in his abdomen as if it was life-threatening.

Jin Pingan, who was lying on his back, raised his head, but he did not look at his abdomen. Instead, he used all his strength to say to Fang Donghai: "You... stop..."

Neuralgia in the heel and abdominal cavity, let alone standing up.

Jin Ping'an didn't even have much energy to speak, and could only watch Fang Donghai turn around.

boom! boom! boom!

Three gunshots rang out one after another, hitting Fang Donghai.

Fang Donghai undoubtedly killed the bodyguard beside Jin Pingan.

But since the other party saw that he had been shot, in order to protect the secret of the mask, he must not leave him alive.

Fang Donghai took out his pistol from the holster of another bodyguard's body and fired a bullet back without looking back.

There was no doubt the bullet hit him in the head.

Jin Ping'an, whose vision was blurred by tears and blood loss, stared at Fang Donghai with eyes full of resentment, but he shook off the bullets on his body like a normal person.

For a moment, Jin Ping'an didn't know whether the scene where the masked murderer was shot was a hallucination caused by his excessive blood loss.

However, a few shards of glass smaller than a fingernail fell from the holes in his pocket as he shook.

Jin Pingan put his left palm on one of the fragments, held the fragment with all his strength, and stabbed it into his palm.

After doing all this, he completely lost consciousness.

Fang Donghai didn't notice Jin Ping'an's little movement. He put his hand into his pocket with an ugly expression and took out the mobile phone whose screen was shattered by bullets.

There was no Blackwater to support this operation, so Fang Donghai could only rely on his mobile phone to contact some bounty hunters to support him.

The broken phone meant that he needed to run to the nearest town on his own two legs.

Most of the guards in the entire manor were heading towards the location of the Bell Tower Garden.

Before anyone arrived, Fang Donghai took out his pistol and pointed it at the dying Jin Pingan.

At this time, Jin Pingan had fainted due to pain and blood loss.

boom!

The warhead fired at Jin Ping'an was intercepted by a small ball of black material.

"go to hell!"

boom! boom! boom! boom……

Fang Donghai knew that the pistol could not harm him, but he still vented his anger and emptied the magazine towards Jin Ping'an.

The continuous gunshots provided specific directions for the armed teams in the manor.

Fang Donghai knew that he couldn't delay it any longer.

So he dropped his pistol and broke out towards the nearest wall.

The crying face mask is the best mask to use when facing ordinary people, bar none.

He easily escaped from the encirclement and ran towards the distant town.

……………………

Drop, drop, drop...

"Huh...huh...huh..."

With heavy breathing, Jin Pingan slowly opened his eyes. Valley camel

What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling and part of a respirator mask.

A feeling of weakness filled every cell in his body.

Jin Pingan turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, and his eyes first fell on the electronic clock.

The date above is one day longer than I remembered.

As Jin Pingan continued to observe, the hospital ward was completely shattered, and everything before was just a nightmare fantasy.

The image of Cheng Lejia being grabbed by the neck and lifted up came to mind again.

The next second, Jin Pingan's eyes blurred.

"Just pinching won't necessarily kill someone... How can a normal person... break someone's neck with just one hand... Le Jia must still be alive... Those are all illusions I dreamed about..."

Jin Pingan endured the pain in his chest and kept comforting himself.

But no matter how he made excuses, he couldn't convince himself that it was an illusion.

Jin Pingan reached out and pulled off the oxygen mask, supported the hospital bed with one hand, and stood up from the hospital bed covering his abdomen with the other hand.

The newly sutured wound began to ooze blood due to erratic movement.

Since the dagger itself is not that big, the area of ​​the stab wound caused is very small.

Jin Pingan reached out to untie the bandage on his back, used all his strength to tighten the bandage, and then tied a tighter knot in front of him.

Just tighten the bandage on your abdomen tight enough to affect your breathing.

Not to mention the pain coming from the wound, even if someone stabs you where the bandage is, you may not feel it.

This can also solve the problem of hemostasis.

This is one of the few useful knowledge Jin Pingan has learned.

After getting rid of the pain in his abdomen, Jin Pingan's first reaction was to raise his left hand and look for the fragment of the mobile phone screen embedded in his flesh.

When committing murder, it is impossible for the murderer to carry irrelevant items, especially an item with a huge amount of information such as a mobile phone.

This is his only clue to find out the true identity of the murderer.

But the medical staff obviously would not let go of such an obvious wound, and had already cleaned up the fragments.

The sound of Jin Ping'an pulling out the oxygen tube and getting up really alarmed Jiang Kaiji, who was caring outside the ward.

It was Tian Hao who entrusted him to take care of Jin Pingan.

Tian Hao knew that he would not comfort people, and even if someone died, he would not show any emotion until the case was solved.

So Tian Hao simply refused to meet Jin Pingan and asked Jiang Kaiji to enlighten Jin Pingan on his behalf.

"Why did you get out of bed! The wound was just stitched up not long ago!"

As soon as Jiang Kaiji opened the door, he saw Jin Pingan standing barefoot next to the hospital bed, and quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Where are the things?" Jin Pingan asked with his head lowered.

Jiang Kaiji mused for a while, then remembered Tian Hao's explanation, and suddenly realized: "Things? You mean the glass slag in the palm of your hand? When the doctor cleaned the wound before..."

"Where's the trash can?!"

Jin Ping'an, who was out of control, grabbed Jiang Kaiji's arm and yelled.

Those broken glass pieces were his only clue to find the murderer, and there must be no mistakes.

Even if you go through the trash cans in the entire hospital, even all the garbage trucks have to find it!

"Those glass shards were not thrown away! Hey! Stop scratching! Your wound was just stitched!"

Jiang Kaiji wanted to break free from Jin Pingan's hand, but he was worried that he would use too much force and cause the wound to collapse.

He had no choice but to pull out an arm, take out a small bag containing bloody broken glass from his pocket, and shouted loudly: "The stuff is here! Calm down!"

Jin Pingan immediately let go of his hand and grabbed the transparent packaging bag.

This small transparent bag contains not glass, but his hope for revenge.

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