Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3375 Forensic Master, please arrest (60)

She looked at the empty anatomy room, squinted her eyes slightly, lowered her eyes to play with the scalpel in her hand, and after a short period of silence, she put the scalpel away without staying, only a few minutes before and after, as if It's just a look.

  The forensic doctor was still wearing a white lab coat. He was clean and slender. He was particularly cold and abstinent. He turned around and was about to leave, but at that moment heard a slight noise.

   is the sound of a window being pushed open.

Ran Bai looked back in an instant, and just caught the young and long figure coming in through the window indifferently and elegantly. Behind him was the white moonlight and the splashing ink night, which made the murderer's figure hazy. , The unspeakable sense of mystery and nobility, faintly reveals the loose selection.

  "Meeting again." The murderer seemed very happy, and chuckled in the dark. His low voice couldn't distinguish the original tone, but he was still clear, low and nice. He casually teased: "Stubborn Detective Master."

  The forensic doctor stood there with no waves in her expression, her pale lips were lightly open, her voice was cold, she could not hear emotions from her tone, and only listened to her spit out two numbers: "01."

The murderer squinted his eyes lazily, indifferent to the numbers in Ranbai's mouth, and did not express anything. He walked to the forensic doctor step by step. With an elegant and treacherous aura, he did not hide the slightest arrogance in his bones in the aristocratic temperament of Yazheng. mean.

  The moonlight half shone on his side face, the silver-white mask concealed his original face, and his thin red and bewitching lips curled up in a romantic and cold arc.

  Approach step by step.

  Every step I take, it seems to be walking through the valley of roses full of thorns, clinging to my heart.

  Ranbai took a step ahead of him, and the oblique shadow that fell on the ground was like a line of blue smoke, moving between the sparks and flints!

  The volley side sweep is faintly ruthless and fierce.

  The youth reacted extremely quickly and avoided, and flashed to the side, but he did not allow him any time to breathe. In the sound of breaking through the air, the forensic doctor kicked him without hesitation, his long legs straight and cold and stern force.

Under the mask, no one could see the murderer’s expression. He leaned back slightly to avoid him, and then stretched out his hand at that moment. The long, well-knotted fingers easily clasped the white and lingering part of the forensic doctor’s long leg when he kicked it. ankle.

The touch with one hand is beautiful and skinny. Wei Ran squinted her eyes slightly, and gently stroked the skin of the white ankle with her fingertips, and smiled calmly: "Our detective adults will do it as soon as they come up. Isn't it too enthusiastic? "

The murderer’s body temperature was extraordinarily cold, like winter snow, a slight coolness appeared in the place where his fingertips rubbed, and the white-dyed one hand supported the operating table next to him, with a clever effort, he broke away from the clamp, and rotated half a circle in the air. Standing still, she said coldly: "I said hello to you."

   Wei Ran raised her eyebrows lightly, noncommittal.

  In the next second, he greeted him with a punch on the face, and when it hit, there was a gust of wind.

Wei Ran looked sideways. He quickly clasped his white wrist and directly pulled the person into his arms with a forceful force. He casually restrained her movement, "Everyone hits people and doesn't hit the face. It's okay for you." , Come up and greet directly on the face."

"Why, want to ruin my brother's face?" The murderer half held the man in his arms, he leaned forward, his breath was cold and charming, his thin lips almost wiped the white ears, approaching the distance, one centimeter from the tip of the forensic doctor's ear. Stopped, the exhaled breath was sprayed on the tips of her ears, and she smiled lowly: "Brother is expensive."

Ran Bai almost leaned in the arms of the slender young man, with her back against the murderer’s hard chest, and with a thin layer of clothing, she could touch the other’s body temperature. It was as cold as snow. She sneered: "Mr. love."

  In the gloomy night, half a ray of moonlight penetrated into the dissection room, extinguished, vaguely outlines the two shadows that fell on the ground, overlapping each other, regardless of you and me.

   look up,

  The tall and straight figure half embraced the person in his arms, leaning over and whispering in his ear, cold and ambiguous.

The murderer's long eyelashes were lightly drooping, curving and seductive. He slowly took out a blood-red rose, and then walked around in front of the forensic doctor with one hand. The hand holding the rose was skinny and slender, like a work of art, and rose. The color of the blood red flower contrasted with each other, and it appeared more and more cold and white, and it was set against the cold and evil color of asceticism.

  "Happy evening." He whispered, with a nice tone and elegant movements. He pinned the rose to the pocket of the forensic lab coat, "I am very happy to meet you."

Wei Ran's long eyelashes half cover the sly eyes, as if precipitating deep twilight, lightly licking thin lips, white and cold fingertips rubbing the back of the forensic doctor's neck, the delicate skin under the fingertips is as shiny as jade, He lightly hooked the white collar of the forensic doctor.

  At that moment, the forensic doctor suddenly moved. She buckled the young man's wrist in an instant, and her leg bent back towards the man.

  The two played against each other.

  The blood-red rose on the pocket of the forensic lab coat swayed from side to side with violent and violent movements. The color was gorgeous and beautiful, and one of the rose petals was pulled down by the cold white fingers.

  The original beautiful and soft petals fell into the hands of Dye Bai, like a deadly knife, shining sharp awns, and directly scratched across the murderer’s neck, leaving a long thin blood mark on the neckline.

  Wei Ran's actions paused for a moment, he felt a slight tingling sensation in his neck, raised his fingertips and wiped it casually. When he lowered his eyes, he could see blood stains on his fingertips.

He gave a sudden laugh, those light brown eyes were dark and deep, like a deep moon under the moon, contradictions suppressed the interest of danger, slowly admiring, his tone was cold and weird, with a faintly romantic meaning. The tone that seemed to be lingering like a ballad, almost drowning in it: "Very good."

  Use the gift he gave to hurt him.

very good.

   "I really underestimated our big detective." He seemed a little weirdly happy, unpredictably weird, like an impenetrable mist.

  The forensic doctor was calm and cold, and that bunch of blood-red roses seemed to have become her sharpest weapon, easily pinched five petals and flew out between her fingers, bringing a sharp wind.

  Weiran caught the few petals with her bare hands, held them in her hands, and smashed them slowly and forcefully. The flower juice mixed with bright red blood flowing from his hands, and her complexion was cold and white, intertwined with a thrilling beauty.

   "Tick."

  Blood drops fell on the ground.

   Ran Bai stared at the murderer and asked, "Do you like it?"

  In an instant,

  She seemed to hear the murderer laugh in a low voice, the tone was confusing and deadly.

  The person was very fast when he shot, and he couldn't catch it at all. Afterimages dangled, even the black windbreaker was windy.

In the fight, Wei Ran was reluctant to hurt his favorite baby in front of him. Inadvertently, the forensic doctor's waist hit the corner of the cold operating table, and her expression was concealed in the dimness. She vaguely saw cold eyebrows, and she stared thoughtfully. The mask worn by the murderer.

  (End of this chapter)