After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

He has been a bodyguard for so many years and has protected at least fifty employers. He has met all kinds of people.

But even the most vicious serial killer will have a desire for life in his eyes.

The young man in front of me looks so soft, but his eyes are filled with more than just a lack of desire to live.

There is also the madness of wanting to die and the dead silence.

No matter how confident the bodyguard is in his physical strength and skills, he would not dare to act rashly in front of a person who is not afraid of death.

If the bodyguard had not been protecting his middleman employer behind him, he would have definitely abandoned Fu Zhanpeng if he was beaten again and faced the risk of death.

Under Wen Yinuo's relentless pursuit, the bodyguard carried Fu Zhanpeng and ran throughout the living room to avoid Wen Yinuo.

After chasing for several rounds without catching up, Wen Yinuo stopped, raised the ashtray in his hand, and threw it hard at the bodyguard and Fu Zhanpeng he was holding.

With a "clang", the ashtray hit the wall, leaving a noticeable large hole.

The bodyguard who protected Fu Zhanpeng at the critical moment breathed a sigh of relief.

so close.

If this hits your head, your brain will burst out.

While Wen Yinuo had no weapon in his hand, the bodyguard quickly put Fu Zhanpeng down and quickly began to clean up other things in the living room.

Anything that could be used as a weapon by Wen Yinuo must be thrown where he cannot reach it!

Otherwise, with that madman's reckless attitude towards life, they would all be dead!

After finally cleaning up the coffee table, the risk was reduced by half.

Turning around, Wen Yinuo pointed his bare hands at the unconscious Fu Zhanpeng and beat him violently.

The bodyguard rushed over and tried to separate Wen Yinuo and the unconscious old man.

As a result, the boy, who looked thin and small, chased people for several laps and consumed a lot of physical energy, and no one knew where he got the strength from.

The bodyguards just couldn't tear it apart.

When Fu Jincheng arrived with doctors and police, and forced his way into Fu Zhanpeng's house, he saw this magical scene.

There were five people in a living room, two of them were lying in the corner dying, and one was holding Wen Yinuo's waist tightly, trying to drag him out.

Fu Zhanpeng, whose head and hands were covered in blood, was pinned down and beaten by Wen Yinuo.

Fu Jincheng wanted to go in, but was stopped outside by the police:

"Family members, calm down! The danger inside has not been completely eliminated!"

When the police saw this scene, they were stunned for a moment, then they came to their senses and rushed over to pull Wen Yino together with the bodyguard.

It took three people, two policemen and a bodyguard, to pull down the blood-thirsty Wen Yinuo.

Before the two policemen could speak to persuade him, Wen Yinuo, completely unaware of who was holding him, began to struggle violently.

On the way to rescue the hostages, the two policemen, who had already heard Fu Jincheng's story and seen Wen Yinuo's psychological test report with their own eyes, were unable to do anything about the person who had fallen ill.

For normal people, they can still persuade them with words.

He is a mentally ill person and a victim at the same time. What can we do?

Fu Jincheng, who was stopped outside, looked at the tears and blood in Wen Yinuo's eyes, broke through the police's blockade, rushed into the living room, and hugged Wen Yinuo in his arms.

Wen Yinuo was still unclear in mind and had no idea who was hugging him.

Just feeling the familiar and safe warm breath, the violent struggle gradually stopped.

The hatred in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"Brother...Brother is dead." Wen Yinuo murmured unconsciously, "It's all because of him...it's all because of them that my brother was killed!"

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao? I'm not dead, I'm still alive." Fu Jincheng knelt on the ground, holding Wen Yinuo in his arms in a completely protective manner, "Brother is not dead. He's alive and well."

"I'm holding you now."

Wen Yinuo was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit Fu Jincheng's shoulder hard.

Although the boy's voice was unclear, Fu Jincheng could still hear it clearly.

"Liar... liar."

"I heard it, I heard it all! I heard that my brother died in a car accident!"

The police controlled all the criminals in the living room, and when they looked at Fu Jincheng, their eyes were full of confusion.

They really couldn't understand how a teenager with poor health and mental illness could kill four kidnappers.

I want to ask, but now the main suspect is beaten to the point of being either dead or alive, and the victim is mentally ill.

At this time, routine inquiries could not get out a single word.

Anton also squeezed in at this time.

After taking a look at Fu Jincheng and Wen Yinuo, Anton was overwhelmed.

Given the current condition of these two people, it is better to hope that one of them can communicate normally with the police or doctors than to hope that the sun rises from the south.

Alas, at critical moments, you still have to rely on yourself.

Anton first negotiated with the doctor, watched Fu Jincheng accompany Wen Yinuo to the ambulance, contacted Lin Songan and asked him to take care of him, then took the initiative to ask the police to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation.

All the way from Fu Zhanpeng to the police station, Anton was in tears and his expression of sympathy was so moving that the two more sentimental policemen almost cried.

Anton was terrified all the way, but he finally put his heart at ease when he saw that he had won the sympathy of his eldest brother and sister-in-law.

In the hospital, Lin Songan, who had just finished a ten-hour operation, received a call from Anton and did not rest for a second.

He pulled Zhao Lingyun, who had also left the operating table, and rushed to the hospital where Wen Yinuo was as quickly as possible.

The two people who missed Anton's call during the operation rushed to the hospital, not knowing what exactly had happened.

Zhao Lingyun quietly opened the door of the ward, glanced at Fu Jincheng who was sitting silently beside Wen Yinuo's bed, and closed the door silently again.

She winked at Lin Songan.

The two of them walked away from the ward, almost ten meters away, before they spoke.

"What happened?" Zhao Lingyun was very worried. "Wasn't he fine yesterday? Why did he need a sedative today?"

When he video chatted with Wen Yinuo yesterday, the boy excitedly shared that he and Fu Jincheng made a wedding gift for her personally, and would give it to her after it was completely completed in two days.

One day... no, less than one day.

In just nineteen hours, how come one of her two younger brothers suddenly fell ill and the other one lost his soul?

"I'm asking that, too." Lin Songan said anxiously, "Anton is such an idiot. He just told me to keep an eye on them."

"You didn't tell me a word of what happened."

"You're not answering the phone now."

A few more minutes passed, and the two of them made more than 30 missed calls to Anton. They were so anxious that they affected people passing by.

"Don't answer it! Don't answer it! Next time we see each other, I'll skin him alive and hang him at the hospital entrance as a flag."

Lin Songan cursed with gritted teeth.

Finally, this time the call went through.

Lin Songan took out the headphones, put one on himself and one on Zhao Lingyun.

Anton, who answered the phone, was never vague about business.

Without them even opening their mouths, I knew what they wanted to ask.

Just pour it out all at once.