Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3377 Forensic Master, please arrest (62)

  This is his home court.

   There was another "click", cold and crisp as thin glass.

  The handcuffs were caressed by Wei Ran and clasped on the wrist of the forensic doctor.

  The hands of two people were completely locked together by handcuffs.

"I like it very much." In the long-term fall, youthfulness and coldness collided to produce the most confused sexiness, like a demon, he gave a low smile in his white ears, his tone was cold and squishy, ​​like a gentleman. Elegantly said: "Thank you for the hospitality."

  The forensic doctor lowered her eyebrows, with frosty coldness, her eyes were like a winter night, and she seemed to be able to freeze people in them. She suddenly lifted the handcuffed wrist.

  Because the two are handcuffed together, once the white dye moves, Wei Ran will move with it.

  The murderer raised his hand with the strength of the white dye, the cold silver handcuffs handcuffed the two to death, glowing with cold light, in such an atmosphere faintly gave birth to absurd ambiguity.

  Weiran liked the appearance of the two being handcuffed together. He touched the cold handcuffs with a little affection, lazily and frivolously: "What should I do, the forensic master is also handcuffed."

   "Very happy?" Ran Bai looked at Wei Ran coldly.

   "It's kind of." He answered slowly, seemingly true or false.

  While speaking, Wei Ran casually shook his wrists, the handcuffs collided with a cold, crunchy sound, and the white-dyed and clasped hands shook with his movements.

Wei Ran looked like he had found a new and interesting toy, and he couldn’t put it down for a while. It seemed to be a bit of a novel interest. Every time he dyed his face blankly with the murderer’s movements, his wrists swayed in the air. , She controlled her strength and directly dragged the person in front of her, her voice deepening: "boring."

White eyebrows are uncontrollable indifference and irritability. She wanted to find the key to the handcuffs, but who knew the murderer had a long laugh. The uncuffed hand was playing with a cold and small object and asked casually: "My forensic doctor is Want to find this?"

  That is the key to the handcuffs.

   Wei Ran just walked along from his white-dyed pocket.

   Ranbai glanced indifferently, and quickly retracted and realized, with a calm voice: "Mister thinks I must use the key to open the handcuffs."

   "No need." Wei Ran raised his eyebrows lazily. He dragged the ending sound, his tone was gentle and frivolous, with a bit of evil, "Then I..." threw it away.

  The remaining two words have not been finished, they are annihilated between the lips and teeth.

  Ranbai directly grabbed the young man's black tie with one hand, with a cold force, dragged the person in front of him, lowering his eyes and biting the murderer.

   is really biting at the position of the blood vessels in his neckline.

   Wei Ran takes a break.

  He can refuse, but he does not.

   "click--" there was a sound.

  The key of the handcuffs fell off from the fingertips and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, but no one paid any attention.

Dyeing white pulled on the murderer's tie, her white fingers were wrapped in black texture, and the color was cold and abstinent. When Wei Ran lifted her chin slightly, her thin lips moved upwards as she breathed, and he bit his lips along the line of his neck. , Soon bleeding came, and the strong smell of blood permeated, and the murderer snorted silently and dumbly.

But instead of pushing away the white dyeing, his crazy and confused choice deepened. He half leaned on the cold operating table, a ray of moonlight leaked in and sprinkled on the young man, flickering in and out, with a long leg bent, and black trousers. With straight lines, it contains the desire for strength and beauty.

  Wei Ran’s hand cuffed by the handcuffs was placed on her bent knee at random, and she kissed in that position.

  The gasp is quick and sexy.

  Ranbai used the most rude means to forcibly destroy the handcuffs that held the two wrists, and whispered in the young man's ear: "Sir, you can't kiss."

  The dismantled handcuffs fell mercilessly to the ground.

  In the next second, the forensic doctor pulled off the black tie Wei Ran was wearing, and wrapped it around his fingertips. Such an action was deceptive and cold, and his natural temperament was cold and abstinent, and there was a kind of contradictory seduction.

   "No?" Weiran smiled dumbly, with a confused tone, and a bit playful and presumptuous, "Then why are our forensic adults so hard?"

   Ran Bai calm and cold: "This kind of kiss, anyone can breathe."

Wei Ran half leaned on the operating table, looking lazily as if he had no bones all over his body, and his ankle was white when he bent his long legs. His eyes were squiggly because of the kissing, and he stared unscrupulously at this time. When dyed white, there was a dark and deep sense of danger, and when he chuckled, he was a little carelessly playful: "But no forensic doctor can kiss a criminal."

   Dyeing expressionlessly wrapped the torn tie around the murderer's wrists, firmly binding his hands.

  Wei Ran allowed the whitening movement, looked down at her to tie herself, muttered, and snorted: "So our forensic adults still like this kind of gameplay?"

Ran Bai ignored Wei Ran's words and tied it to death. Then she stood up straight and took a step back. Her white coat was sternly smoothed out by her, and she became meticulously cold again, her eyes half-downcast. , Looked at the murderer condescendingly.

The night is getting darker and darker. There is no light in the dissection room, and it is plunged into a deadly darkness. Only a few wisps of white and quiet moonlight fall in from the half-opened window, laying a clear and luminous floor on the ground. Describing the outline of the person, bathing in the moonlight.

  He slightly propped up and sat up, lazily leaning on the operating table that was so cold that there was no trace of temperature, bending a straight and slender leg, looking a little casual and indifferent, but his aura was particularly cold-blooded and dangerous.

Yen Bai has never seen the appearance of a murderer. The black windbreaker is open, and the snow-white shirt is very messy. It is worn loosely, covered with indentations and wrinkles. Several silver buttons are untied, the tie is pulled out, and the neckline is covered. When a person pulls it apart, the line of the collarbone is unobstructed, glowing with a jade-like luster, dotted with red marks, which is a reverie.

  The scenery looking down is half-concealed in the shirt, and it becomes more and more abstinent and seductive. The hem of the shirt slipped out of the belt at some unknown time, and the metal buttons on the belt were cold in color, and the thin and beautiful waist line was faintly visible.

Especially the sleeves of his shirt are loosely rolled up, his hands and wrists are tied together by a black tie, the diamond ring on his tail finger is cold and shiny, his cold white skin glows red under friction, and his complexion is fair. Set against each other with the pure black tie, even the color of the finger bones looks pale, intertwined with a sharp and strong visual contrast.

   looks like this, messy but not embarrassed, but has a brutal and wild beauty, revealing an ambiguous ecstasy.

  The forensic doctor looked at him silently, and frowned his eyebrows imperceptibly, as if he didn't.

   Wei Ran noticed the white gaze, and raised his eyes lazily, just hitting the forensic doctor’s line of sight, his eyes were facing each other, and his lips slightly curled up.

   "Does it look good?"

  (End of this chapter)