Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Jinchen didn't hear any movement from inside, so he broke the door open forcibly.

"Wu Lin!"

He instinctively felt that Wu Lin's current condition was not good, not to mention his behavior of keeping a close eye on the suicide support group.

Jinchen rushed over and closed the computer forcefully. He placed his palm on the back of Wu Lin's hand, but his palm was pulled back in an instant.

The temperature that had previously seemed so healing to him now seemed so scorching.

As long as he felt this temperature, Wu Lin would think of other things, such as the beating heart under the skin, and the organs and blood that maintained vitality with the heartbeat.

Every association indicates one thing: Jinchen is a living person just like anyone else out there.

Wu Lin didn't like the living touch, just as he used to hate his own existence. No matter how well he hid it, once he had an attack he would be exposed immediately.

"Get out." Wu Lin's voice was extremely hoarse, and he didn't even want to hear Jin Chen's rising and falling breathing.

Jinchen still saw the medicine bottle that Wu Lin subconsciously hid. He didn't ask anything, but just stood beside Wu Lin and said, "How can I go out without worrying about you when you are like this now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Lin suddenly grabbed a scalpel from the drawer under the table and pointed the blade directly at Jinchen's neck. The two were very close to each other, and the blade was less than three centimeters away from Jinchen's carotid artery.

For Wu Lin, a forensic doctor, accurately finding the carotid artery and then piercing it is even easier than giving an acupuncture needle.

"Do you like me?" Wu Lin stared at Jinchen with gloomy eyes, his pupils slightly shrank.

"Yes, I like you."

Jinchen answered without any hesitation. He never looked at the scalpel against his neck. He just lowered his head slightly and stared at Wu Lin.

There is even an empty gag, "Murdering the captain is not a good behavior."

"Didn't Jiang Lu tell you to stay away from me?"

Wu Lin sneered calmly, but his eyes looked particularly crazy, "I will kill you. I don't like living people."

Jinchen: "..."

It's a bit difficult. There should be no ghosts in this world.

Since I can't change myself, I can only change my wife's slightly morbid thoughts.

"You probably don't have the ability to kill me yet."

Jinchen still answered in his unique low voice, and whatever he said sounded like flirting, even though this was not a perfect place for flirting - but who knows.

The finger that had been holding the gun for years gently lifted Wu Lin's chin, and the fingertips even crossed the line and pressed on the thin lips that were tightly pursed to the point of being bloodless. Although this action made Wu Lin even more angry, the cold touch of the scalpel against his neck was a little painful.

"Let go." Wu Lin gritted his teeth and turned his head away. His other hand, which was not holding the knife, was controlled behind his back by Jin Chen, and he had no way to struggle.

They shackled each other.

Jin Chen chuckled softly, as if to deliberately inject temptation, "Excuse me, dear, you can't hold the knife steadily."

Wu Lin's hands were still shaking slightly. He was interrupted by Jin Chen before he could take the medicine. Now every pore on his body showed restlessness and hostility.

"It seems that you underestimated the quality of forensic scientists."

Wu Lin sneered coldly and moved his wrist.

The sharp blade cut through the skin of the collarbone in an instant, and blood flowed.

But Jinchen didn't even have his breathing disordered. He forcibly parted Wu Lin's lips, rubbed his fingertips on the tips of his teeth, and smiled nonchalantly.

"You can't kill me, Wu Lin."

Jinchen used his hand that was restrained at his waist to push Wu Lin to the edge of the table. The pain from his elbow hitting the edge of the table made the scalpel unable to slip out of his hand and fall to the ground.

Jinchen pressed in front of him, and the blood from his neck dripped onto Wu Lin's shirt, spreading out.

"Why do you think that the fact that you're crazy would make me back off?"

"Dating a potential criminal, it looks like Team Jin's career is coming to an end."

Wu Lin sneered coldly, the anger in his eyes was as strong as his complicated thoughts.

Jinchen gently wiped the blood from his collarbone, and the next second his thumb stained with bright red pressed on Wu Lin's lips, raising a smile that could be described as joyful.

"It's safest to keep the criminals locked up, isn't it?"

The taste of blood is not good. Wu Lin enjoys seeing the surge of blood bursting out of the skin, but he has never had the curiosity to taste it.

What's more, it is a passive state where one is suppressed to the point of being unable to move.

This made Wu Lin, who almost became a perfect criminal, very unhappy.

But such suppression obviously would not last long. Wu Lin's resistance was much stronger than Jinchen had imagined, and the two almost came to a fight in the dissection room.

The story ends with Jinchen using his overly strong power to subdue Wu Lin again.

Afterwards, Jinchen restrained Wu Lin against the wall with one hand and pressed on the outside of his thigh in an ambiguous way. Wu Lin's whole body tensed up, his skin trembled and his scalp began to feel numb.

"Jinchen! How dare you!"

Wu Lin swore that if this man dared to mess around in the autopsy room, he wouldn't mind making Jinchen the first case in his criminal career.

"I dare, but not now." Jinchen smiled slowly, took out the medicine from the pocket of his straight suit and stuffed it into Wu Lin's mouth.

Wu Lin suddenly fell silent, and looked at Jin Chen's eyes with ambiguous expressions. Not surprisingly, he saw in his eyes the indulgence that allowed him to do anything.

Jinchen released his hold on Wu Lin, raised his hand to ruffle his soft hair, and hugged him again.

This time it was a gentle hug.

"Are you calm?"

Wu Lin took a deep breath. He couldn't tell whether it was due to the effect of the medicine or the series of confrontations just now, but the trembling and pain were stuffed back into his body.

He leaned on Jinchen's shoulder, closed his eyes and relaxed for a long time.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +15, totaling 45! 】

[The villain's darkening value is detected -3, totaling 87! 】

"Hiss...be gentle."

Jinchen leaned back in the chair with his head tilted back, letting Wu Lin poke him with a cotton swab.

"From your reaction just now, you don't seem to be afraid of pain." Wu Lin threw the sterilized cotton swab into the trash can, covered the wound with soft medical cotton gauze and fixed it.

Jinchen answered quickly, and sighed sadly, "Brother is actually hurt by your indifference. It seems that I really have to swipe my medical insurance this time."

Wu Lin was still not immune to cold jokes and rolled his eyes in front of Jin Chen.

The tightly closed door of the autopsy room was finally opened, and the two people who walked out immediately attracted a large number of onlookers' attention.

After all, there was quite a commotion in there just now!

Yu Jue and Ke Xiu, who had rushed back for the meeting, both opened their mouths wide, "Captain Jin! How did you get injured?"

Jinchen touched the scar that his wife had cut and bandaged herself, showing you a proud look that you didn't understand, and successfully led the topic to a fantasy aspect.

"After all, the police station doesn't have turtleneck clothes to change into."

"Puff——" Duan Xiaobai spat out a mouthful of coffee, his shocked eyes moving between Jinchen and Wu Lin.

Is this a gorgeous kiss?!

Forensic Doctor Wu also planted strawberries for their Jin team! So hot!

Perhaps it was because Duan Xiaobai's reaction was too explosive, and all the colleagues thought in the wrong direction, and their mouths all turned to face the sun.

Wu Lin stared at Jin Chen calmly, then turned around and was hugged by the shoulders again, "This is much better than knowing that we are fighting, and you won't suffer any loss."

Wu Lin: “…”