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Wen Rao and Zhu Hexu took a closer look and saw that the person hanging in the air who was about to fall at any time turned out to be one of the depression patients they had been investigating.

"Save me! Save me! I was pushed down!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Death is terrible! Help me!"

The depressed patient shouted to Zhu Hexu and Wen Rao, and extended his hands to them.

"Don't move! I'll find a way to save you!"

Zhu Hexu signaled him not to move his body, after all, the antenna was already crumbling.

"Dean, prepare the rope, hurry!"

Zhu Hexu shouted, approaching the rooftop little by little.

Wen Rao also wanted to go there, but was stopped by him.

"Don't go over, support me! Help me pull the rope for a while, and I will find a way to put the rope on him and pull him over."

"Wen Xu, he kept shouting that someone pushed him down. Could it be another person?"

Wen Rao's words reminded Zhu Hexu, who used his headphones to notify other teammates and immediately found another depressed patient, who was probably a fake killer.

If you kill this patient, you can blame everything on him, and he can escape unscathed.

"Ah! Ah ah ah! Help! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of of of of use..."

The patient yelled and even urinated in fear.

The more Zhu Hexu refused to let him move, the more he shook and became more excited.

Zhu Hexu didn't dare to jump over easily, as the antenna might not be able to bear the weight of two people.

Seeing that the antenna was crumbling and could no longer bear the weight of the other party, someone brought a rope. Zhu Hexu wrapped one end of the rope around his waist and made a loop around the other end to put it on the person.

Just then, Zhiqua!

Because the patient kept shaking violently, the antenna finally couldn't bear it any longer, and it fell rapidly with the patient.

"Wen Rao! Catch it!"

Zhu Hexu didn't have time to say anything, so he threw one end of the rope to Wen Rao. Wen Rao wrapped the rope around his body as quickly as possible. At the same time, he pressed back and shouted loudly to the others,

"Come and help! Hold the rope! The more people, the better!"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Zhu Hexu jumped up and headed towards the falling patient.

When the patient let go of his hand out of fear, Zhu Hexu grabbed his arm tightly.

"Don't let go!"

Zhu Hexu shouted through gritted teeth.

"Ahhh! Don't let go either!"

The patient cried with snot and tears.

At this time, Wen Rao was leading a group of doctors and security personnel to pull the rope upwards.

The patient felt the rope swing, and waved his other hand in the air. He finally grabbed Zhu Hexu's hand, but because of fear, his nails dug into the back of Zhu Hexu's hand.

The backs of Zhu Hexu's hands were immediately covered with blood marks, and bright red blood flowed down the backs of his hands.

"Don't let go! Hold on tight!"

Zhu Hexu reluctantly spoke.

The rope that tied him pulled them up little by little.

One of his hands was scratched to pieces by the patient.

When the two finally returned to the platform, Zhu Hexu covered his injured arm and leaned heavily against the wall, with big beads of sweat on his forehead.

"HeXu! Are you injured?"

Wen Rao loosened the rope and looked at him.

"The arm is dislocated, it's okay."

After Zhu Hexu finished speaking, he gritted his teeth, found the dislocated position, clicked twice, and reset himself.

During this period, he bit his lip in pain, his short hair was soaked with cold sweat, and his whole figure looked like he had been fished out of the water.

Wen Rao looked on with horror.

At this time, the voice of a colleague came from the earphones.

"Hexu, we caught the guy pretending to be depressed. He also had an offensive weapon on him. He was about to call Ye Ruili."

A colleague brought good news.