Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

In Gu Luming's eyes, the whole process seemed to be in slow motion.

Until he was held by Yi Tian and Duan Xiaobai, his trembling pupils were fixed on the bloodstains on the ground, "Why...?"

They had planned everything, but they never expected that these policemen would actually dare to attack believers!

"How dare you? You can't break the rules!"

Gu Luming was taken upstairs. When he came to his senses from the shock, he turned his head and stared at Jinchen, "What's the point of you killing those idiots even if you catch me?"

Jinchen hugged Wu Lin, who was trembling a little after seeing the scene in the basement. Hearing this, he glanced at Gu Luming concisely and forcefully: "Oh, that's a tranquilizer gun."

"Idiot." Jinchen returned the word.

Gu Luming: “…”

His wrinkled face twitched. He had never expected this answer and was taken away unwillingly.

Both Gu Luming and Gu Huan were very concerned about the documents in the Qinghuan site. After learning about the police plan, they immediately sent a large number of capable believers, and not many people were left in the gallery.

But Yu Jue, who was waiting in the gallery, quickly replied.

"Team Jin, we successfully obtained the documents in the archives room and arrested the security guards and believers who stayed here, but we didn't see the 'people who rushed over to help' you mentioned."

Jinchen held the phone in his hand as they walked through the corridor where the darkness was the highest. Wu Lin's trembling was noticeably more intense.

But he has never been afraid of the dark. It must be some smell or environment here that awakened his altered memory.

Jinchen was afraid that he would get stressed, so he simply held him sideways and let Wu Lin hold the phone.

"Send people to search the mountain leading to the old site. Gu Huan and the remaining believers are likely in that mountain."

Otherwise, it would have been unlikely for Shadow Ghost to gather empty cars and fuel in such a short time on the mountain road that day.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Lin lost the strength to even hold the phone, and leaned limply in Jinchen's arms.

The memories that popped into my mind were like the cold tide on a summer night, drowning my mouth, nose, heart and lungs. It was impossible to tell what was real or false, and the only real emotions were the pain and despair.

It seemed as if he had personally experienced such despair many years ago.

"Wu Lin! Wu Lin!! Ambulance! Call an ambulance quickly!"

In a trance, Wu Lin heard many voices, but left that familiar and powerful embrace.

Jinchen shouted anxiously, the ambulance sirens blared, and... a lot of crying.

My memory was instantly pulled back to that night ten years ago.

"If I'm not mistaken, you've been suspended for investigation because of this case."

A sinister, gentle voice cut through the darkness of the basement. Wu Lin, who was only sixteen years old, hid behind a heavy door and could only hear the conversation outside through the gap.

"Isn't this what you wanted to see? I won't investigate this case anymore. Give Linlin back to you."

Master.

It is Master’s voice.

Young Wu Lin had no way to describe his feelings at that time. Half a month had passed since he was inexplicably diagnosed with mental illness and locked up in this basement. Even though he was not an ordinary teenager in the secular sense, it did not mean that he could withstand such inhuman treatment.

Just before his willpower was about to be completely wiped out, he finally heard the voice of his master, which represented safety and salvation.

But no.

The master was unable to save him.

Through the crack in the door, the man asked his men to capture two people, who were said to be undercover police officers here.

He let the master make the choice.

"Your colleague or your talented apprentice? Choose, old friend. I am always patient when dealing with you."

After that, there was chaos again. Wu Lin’s last memory of that dark night was the man walking into the basement, grabbing his hair and pressing him into a bucket filled with medicine smell, and the gentle voice he heard in his ear when he was almost suffocating.

"Your master gave you to me. From now on, you will be my successor. The first step... is to learn how to kill."

"Come, let me teach you."

……

Wu Lin fell into a coma for no apparent reason, and even the experienced doctors had to constantly investigate the cause. After three days in the hospital, even the victims who had been shot with an anesthetic gun woke up, except Wu Lin.

Jinchen cannot stay in the hospital all the time.

Gu Luming has been arrested. As one of the website's managers, getting him to talk is the top priority right now.

They also need to keep searching for the lost believers, the escaped Gu Huan, and the instigator Gu Luhui who has not appeared so far.

Only by finding Gu Luhui can we find out what happened ten years ago.

But even though he was extremely busy, Jinchen still found time to come to the hospital every day, under the pretext that he must be the first person his wife saw when she opened her eyes.

The doctor didn't understand and was shocked.

Wei Yan, who had recovered long ago, secretly asked his aunt who was an obstetrician and gynecologist, and the answer he got was hormone overflow and maternal complex. Upon hearing this, Jin Chen was very rude and beat up the not-so-intelligent technician.

On the third night, Jinchen heard from the doctor that his condition had improved and he might wake up in the next two days, so he rushed home and cooked a soft and delicious chicken soup, and took a bath that he had been taking for three days and nights.

When we arrived at the ward, Wu Lin had not woken up yet, but his breathing was steady and he was not in a nightmare like he had been in the past two days. He looked in danger all the time.

Jinchen breathed a sigh of relief silently, sat down beside the bed, pulled over the hand that was not receiving the IV and played with it, pinching the thin fingertips inch by inch.

After a while, the fingers that were held curled up a few times and softly hooked Jinchen's fingers in response.

Jinchen looked up instantly, and Wu Lin opened his eyes. His scattered vision took several seconds to focus. He hooked Jinchen's palm again, slightly opened his pale lips, and murmured a few words in a hoarse voice.

"hug me……"

Jinchen heard it clearly and did not miss the fragility in Wu Lin's eyes.

He leaned over and held Wu Lin in his arms through the infusion tube that could not be compressed.

"Be good, it's okay."

Wu Lin didn't have much strength left, he just buried his head in Jin Chen's neck, a few tears silently slid down.

"What if..." After a while, Jinchen heard Wu Lin ask again, "What if I was kidnapped by Gu Luming when we went to catch him, and you had to choose between saving the team members or saving me who is full of suspicion, what would you choose?"

It was very difficult to speak due to the dry throat. Jinchen did not rush to answer. He stood up slightly, hugged the person in his arms, took the cup of water and fed him a sip.

The ward was very quiet. Jinchen held him in his arms, gently rubbing his cold wrist where the infusion was coming from, and guessed something.

"For any dedicated police officer, the answer is to save people, even if they are suspects."

He noticed Wu Lin's slight struggle, but he didn't allow him to be rejected and hugged him in his arms, staring into his fragile and red eyes.

"Wu Lin, did you...remember something?"

Wu Lin's lips moved, and after a moment he said in silence: "Ten years ago, Master rescued the undercover policeman and gave up on me."

And he suffered from serious mental disorders due to the day-to-day torture in the basement. As Jinchen said, he not only lost his memory, but also had his most painful memory changed.

To this day, Wu Lin doesn’t even know how he escaped from that devil’s cave after his master left.