Countdown [entertainment]

Jiumu tapped the headset with Li Jisu's fingertips.

Li Jisu's voice came: "The bullet is specially made, and when it enters the body, it will cause a secondary explosion. As long as Lin Mo's marksmanship is not that bad and the bullet does not stay in the body, Lin Zhaoshi will die."

He tapped the mouse twice and enlarged the screen: "I can't survive."

Jiu Mu tapped on the headset again to show that he knew, Li Jisu said "ok", and then restored the circuit in the house according to the plan.

All that's left is the acting skills.

Jiumu took off the left earphone and put it in his pocket, adjusted the earphone microphone on the right to communicate with Lin Mo, and his tone became urgent for a second: "Lin Mo! What happened! Are you okay?!"

Jiumu's voice came from the earphones, and at the same time the lights on the roof returned to full brightness, Lin Mo woke up like a dream, his eyes moved inch by inch from the pistol to the face of the person in front of him.

——He met Lin Zhaoshi's unbelievable eyes.

He let go of his hand, and the gun slammed to the ground.

Jiumu pushed open the door and rushed in. When he saw the situation inside the room, he froze in place for a moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, his lips moved, and he said the word "Lin" for a while, but he didn't know who he was calling.

"Jiu... Brother Jiumu..." Lin Mo was completely stunned. The moment he saw Jiumu, he seemed to have grasped at straws, and looked over for help.

Lin Zhaoshi still maintained the posture of walking towards Lin Mo, but the gunshot and the severe pain from his body just now made him realize something, and his eyes moved down very slowly, and fell on his chest.

——On the left chest, there is a small wound, which can hardly be seen if it is not bubbling blood.

But it was such an insignificant trace that directly broke his heart.

The sound of Lin Zhaoshi's body crashing to the ground awakened the two people who were at a loss. Lin Mo rushed forward, tears streaming from his eyes, and shouted heart-piercingly: "——Dad!!"

"Uncle Lin!" Jiumu also ran over, knelt down to support Lin Zhaoshi, his eyes were full of shock and sadness: "Uncle Lin... Uncle Lin, are you okay..."

"Lin Mo, hold on, I'll call an ambulance!" Jiumu took out his phone from his pocket, and was about to unlock the screen to make a call in a frenzy. He had just pressed two numbers when suddenly his arm was pulled and he couldn't hold the phone steady. It fell to the ground.

Startled, Jiumu looked in that direction and met Lin Zhaoshi's eyes.

At that moment, Jiumu's heart seemed to miss a beat. The disbelief and the gushing resentment in Lin Zhaoshi's eyes let him know that Lin Zhaoshi had figured everything out in a flash.

I figured it out that this was Jiumu's plan, and I figured it out that the reason he had been dormant by his side for so long was to kill him.

"Nine..."

I don't know if it's because of the rapid passing of life, or because of Jiumu's resentment that he planned to end his own life by his beloved son, Lin Zhaoshi almost gnashed his teeth and said this word.

Panting hard for breath, he paused and said: "You are ruthless."

Jiumu just looked at Lin Zhaoshi calmly and indifferently, without any disturbance on his face because of Lin Zhaoshi's words, accepting his last evaluation.

"Dad!!" Lin Mo's brain was in a mess, and he couldn't make room to think about what Lin Zhaoshi said to Jiumu. All his attention was on Lin Zhaoshi's passing life.

The silent confrontation between the two was broken.

When Lin Zhaoshi heard Lin Mo's cry, his thoughts were in a trance for a moment, and the next second, his expression suddenly softened, a hint of pleading appeared in his eyes, his lips trembled and he whispered to Jiumu: "Lin Mo... "

Having been with Lin Zhaoshi for so long, Jiumu immediately understood what he meant.

In fact, Lin Zhao didn't need to release his posture to beg him. Jiumu's original plan was to fake Lin Mo's shooting as self-defense.

Jiumu didn't know how he felt at that moment. He knew that Lin Zhaoshi hated the people who betrayed him the most in his life, let alone Jiumu, who was so close to him, the most respected and related by blood.

Jiumu never thought that Lin Zhaoshi would let him go after being a ghost, but he never thought that Lin Zhaoshi would choose to beg him at the end of his life.

——For Lin Mo.

Perhaps this is the father's love that he has never experienced in his life.

"Dad...Dad, hold on! Please...Dad!!"

Lin Mo's eyes were red, and he shook Lin Zhaoshi's arm like crazy, while trying to block the bleeding wound with his hands.

Lin Zhaoshi gradually became weak all over, the cold gradually spread from his heart to his limbs, his eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and it was difficult to open them.

His consciousness is dissipating, but he is still thinking about what he told Jiumu just now.

"Lin Mo." Jiumu's eyes regained his composure, and he called Lin Mo's name.

Lin Mo turned a deaf ear, throwing himself on Lin Zhaoshi's body and weeping heartbreakingly.

"Lin Mo!"

Jiumu called him again, but the latter only cried for a short while, and still ignored him.

Jiumu took a deep breath, grabbed Lin Mo by the collar and picked him up, then punched him hard in the face.

Lin Mo was so stunned that he forgot to sob while sobbing, and stared blankly at Jiumu with teary eyes.

"If you don't want to go to jail, just listen to me!" Jiumu said coldly.

"I……"

Jiumu punched Lin Mo hard on the side of the neck again. The latter swayed, covered his neck subconsciously, and looked at Jiumu in disbelief.

The skin there became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiumu rubbed his wrist, and said in a deep voice: "He brought the gun. He wanted to rape Ye Chuyao. You tried to grab the gun while fighting with him, but you missed the trigger and shot him." Killed him. This is self-defense, understand?"

Before Lin Mo could reply, Jiumu bent down and picked up the pistol, and wiped the butt of the gun in Lin Zhaoshi's hand to get his fingerprints on it.

When she was about to get up after wiping, Jiumu felt her trousers being tugged.

He heard a slightly weak "Thank you."

Jiumu made a move.

Oddly enough, he turned his head, and saw that the hand that was pulling him just now fell to the ground feebly.

Lin Zhaoshi closed his eyes in relief.

From the corner of his eyes, Lin Mo saw Lin Zhaoshi closed his eyes, then pushed Jiumu away like crazy and rushed over.

Jiumu pursed his lips, his fingertips stuck in his flesh and stimulated him to regain his sanity, and he looked away from Lin Zhaoshi's face with difficulty.

Fragmentary footsteps came from the corridor, it is not known whether Yin Qing brought the police or Ji Haoran's people had arrived.

As soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, he immediately ran to the bed and took away the tie from Ye Chuyao's mouth, and said to her, "Lin Mo must be self-defense, understand? He's out of his mind now, and I can't reason with him anymore , there is no monitoring in the room, you are the witness."

Ye Chuyao nodded again and again, her mind was still in great fear and shock, but she said in a trembling voice, "Jiu, brother Jiumu, help me take off my skirt."

Knowing that Ye Chuyao understood what she meant, Jiumu let out a sigh of relief, and quickly untied the rope that bound Ye Chuyao's wrist: "You do it yourself, I'll delay."

After speaking, he stood up and strode out.

As soon as he went out, Jiumu bumped into Yin Qing and Mu Yuxue Cao Kun head-on.

"Jiu..." Yin Qing's words got stuck in her throat.

The blood stains on Jiumu's pure white suit spread from the neckline to the sleeves, which was particularly shocking against his pale and cold face.

Yin Qing's breath was stagnant, she rushed over and pulled Jiumu past her, and began to check.

"It's not my blood." Jiumu said, "It's okay."

He raised his eyes and politely greeted the people behind Yin Qing: "Officer Cao."

Cao Kun really fucking wanted to blacklist Yin Qingjiumu, the two bastards. He even just listened to Yin Qing's sentence "a homicide may happen". Moreover, Jiang Yi's law and order has been very good recently, and there have been no particularly serious cases. If it involves human life, how could there be no news at all before.

Cao Kun almost fell asleep while waiting in the car with Mu Yuxue, and Jiumu returned the walkie-talkie that Yin Qing gave to Jiumu, so the car was full of people listening to Yin Qing rolling dice with people at the bar The sound of hands can be regarded as allowing Cao Kun, a veteran cadre, to experience the vitality of a young man playing disco.

In the end, he directly turned the volume down to the minimum, because he had been working overtime for several days in a row, and he was so tired that he leaned on the back of the chair and fell asleep.

While half-asleep and half-awake, Mu Yuxue woke him up from his dream with "Captain Cao, something happened" and rushed out of the car with his gun and police officer's ID.

Cao Kun's heart skipped a beat when he saw the blood on Jiumu's body, it seemed that it was really a big deal.

He strode over and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

Jiumu replied: "Someone wanted to rape a girl, and the girl's boyfriend shot him dead in self-defense."

After a pause, he added, "Or maybe it's an overdefense."

Cao Kun's right eye twitched, Jiang Yi's law prohibits guns, where did he get the pistol.

He couldn't help thinking that Jiumu had said that he had a good relationship with that Li Jisu, and that Jiumu was the first to leave the scene of the crime, which made him unable to stop thinking about self-directing and acting.

When Cao Kun was about to enter, Jiu Mu suddenly reached out to stop him: "Captain Cao, there are still some misunderstandings here."

"Let's talk later!"

Cao Kun was so angry that he blocked his hand and walked straight in.

Before turning the corner, a girl suddenly screamed.

Cao Kun was taken aback, stopped in his footsteps, and turned his head to look at Jiumu inquiringly.

Jiumu's face was flat, and he mouthed Cao Kun: "Strong, rape."

Cao Kun took a deep breath, walked more lightly, turned his head to Yin Qing and Mu Yuxue and said, "You guys stay outside first, the crowd will cause the victim to panic."

He walked in and saw Lin Zhaoshi lying on the side of the bed with blood oozing from his chest.

When the ambulance and the police car arrived at the downstairs of the villa, Yin Chenyi, who was sleeping soundly, and the other middle-aged men who were indulging in sex, realized that something was wrong, and ran downstairs one by one with their clothes on.

Everyone was shocked when they saw Lin Zhaoshi who was bloodless on the stretcher and Lin Mo who was crying next to him and was about to faint.

Ji Haoran and Yin Chenyi wanted to rush over but were stopped by the police outside the cordon, saying that everyone here would be investigated.

The two anxiously wanted to inquire about the situation, and cast their gazes on Jiumu from afar, but the latter stood by Cao Kun's side all the time, ignoring their intentions.

The investigation of the case is second, and the situation of Lin Zhaoshi, Ye Chuyao and Lin Mo is the most urgent matter at the moment.

The police cleared the way, and the ambulance rushed all the way and took the three of them to Jiangyi City Hospital.

Ye Chuyao's mood was fairly stable, Lin Mo's mental state was very strange, and of course Lin Zhaoshi was the most serious.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, the corridor lights were dim, and only the five characters in the intensive care unit at the end were continuously and strongly lit.

However, the lights in the ICU only lasted for a short ten minutes, and the doctor came out: "Sorry, the patient's heartbeat had stopped when he was pulled over. The best rescue time was not for cardiopulmonary cerebral resuscitation. The direct current defibrillation we just did not work. Restoring heart rhythm. We did our best, sorry."

Already the expected result.

The doctor said again: "Can the family members of the death notice sign it?"

Lin Mo also entered the ward. Cao Kun was just about to say that his family members were not there, when Jiumu came out amidst the silence.

His face was always indifferent, and his tone was calm: "I'll sign."

"Are you?" the doctor asked as he handed over the paper.

Jiumu said, "His son."

The author has something to say: A few sentences were added at the end of the previous chapter to point to the next question.