mask personality

The nurse panicked and left the abnormal patient whatever she asked for, turned around and left in a hurry.

Ji Lin held the bandage soaked in Wen Dong's blood and handed it to the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, his usual indifferent expression showed a bit of gluttony, like a large beast smelling delicious prey.

Afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, unhurriedly flattened the messy and random bandages, folded them neatly, and finally placed them on his side of the pillow, showing every kind of preciousness in his movements, as if treating a rare treasure .

Wen Dong sat on the sidelines and watched the whole process. He could see that his whole body was crisp even to the bones and seams, and the heart in his chest was vibrating again and again, and each beat seemed to hit his soul—

Maybe he is also a pervert in his bones, Wen Dong thinks, otherwise why Ji Lin's behavior that makes ordinary people feel panic or even terror, in his own eyes, shows an extremely astonishing attraction?

After a while, Wen Dong put his hand on his heart, and changed the subject almost abruptly: "Ji Lin, you...you haven't answered my previous question."

Before Wen Dong remembered, he was obviously asking Ji Lin. The person who wanted to kill Ji Lin was punished by the mask, not because he failed to kill him, but because he shouldn't have killed him from the beginning. He was asking Ji Lin What does Rin think.

Afterwards, Ji Lin almost tricked him into taking a kiss away.

Thinking of this, Wen Dong unconsciously raised his hand again, and pressed his fingers lightly on his lips.

A smile of desire flashed across Ji Lin's eyes for a moment, but Wen Dong didn't notice it. He turned his head and coughed, and finally got down to business: "I agree with you, I don't think... the leader of the mask would think to kill me."

Wen Dong suddenly raised his eyes to look at Ji Lin, although he already had this guess in his heart, but now he really heard Ji Lin himself say this directly, he still couldn't help being shocked.

Shocked because of the content of this sentence, and also because... because Ji Lin would actually be honest with him.

"Objectively speaking," Ji Lin rapped on the hospital bed with sharp knuckles, and said clearly, "If the leader of the mask really wants to kill me, then this is equivalent to declaring war on the police, but the mask has been silent for 13 It has been a long time, and it has just resurfaced not long ago, and it is too eager for quick success to declare war on the police at this stage, and it does not conform to their good patience."

Wen Dong nodded in agreement, he was about to say "I think so too", but before he could open his mouth, Ji Yan suddenly laughed, and then turned around: "But in fact, I think more about the subjective aspect , although there are many differences between the current mask and the mask of 13 years ago, especially in the selection of targets and planning methods, but at the same time there are still many uses and reservations, so in my opinion, the current leader of the mask is not very good. It may be that a brand new person borrowed the name of the mask, and it is more likely that it was a member of the mask, then..."

Speaking of this, Ji Lin paused for a moment, then suddenly looked sideways at Wen Dong, he slightly hooked his lower lip, and said slowly: "Then, he should recognize me."

"He should know me."

This sentence sounds ordinary at first, but in the context of this moment, it is like a thunderbolt exploding in Wen Dong's ear.

The leader of the mask recognizes Ji Lin.

Wen Dong couldn't help but think deeply about the deep meaning behind this sentence, couldn't help but think deeply about the connection between Ji Lin and the former mask, but at the same time, he didn't dare to think deeply at all.

Wen Dong's thin lips parted slightly, but he felt his throat was so tight that he couldn't make a sound immediately.

"My little rose," Ji Lin's tone was almost harsh, "Scared?"

This is just the tip of the iceberg of my bloody past, is that scary?

But Wen Dong shook his head without hesitation. After the moment of shock passed, he immediately returned to his usual indifference. It doesn't seem so unexpected."

Ji Lin didn't answer immediately, he still looked straight into Wen Dong's eyes, as if trying to tell the authenticity of Wen Dong's words.

Wen Dong met Ji Lin's gaze, neither dodging nor evading, allowing him to test or scrutinize.

After a long while, Ji Lin narrowed his eyes and gave a low laugh. I don't know if he believed what Wen Dong said, but he finally said the last sentence, his tone was still ordinary: "He should know me, since So, for a pervert like me, I think that rather than killing me directly, a better way should be to try to instigate me, after all, what they are best at is to induce, isn't it?"

Wen Dong was silent, and had to admit that Ji Lin's speculation about the criminal's psychology was really very accurate.

Ji Lin looked up at the clock on the wall, it was past one o'clock in the morning.

"It's getting late," Ji Lin ended the topic, and said in a natural tone, "Is it time to rest?"

Wen Dong's day today is really exhausting. Before when he was talking about the serious business, he could barely keep his spirits up. Now all the questions he wants to know have been answered for the time being. Inquiring, but not in a hurry, so now that Ji Lin asked, Wen Dong's mind suddenly relaxed, and sleepiness swept over him immediately.

"Yes," Wen Dong covered his lips and yawned, and said slowly, "It's time for you to rest, sick."

Ji Lin lay down, one hand was not convenient for him, Wen Dong helped him cover the quilt, and he also lay down on the accompanying bed.

This was the first time they fell asleep in the same room, Wen Dong thought that he would not fall asleep easily, after all Ji Lin was sleeping on the other bed.

The dark night will magnify everything, Ji Lin's breathing, Ji Lin's body temperature, Ji Lin's seemingly nonexistent vegetation...

But to Wen Dong's surprise, it was probably because he was extremely tired, or Ji Lin's scent of grass and trees did have a sleeping effect, and he fell asleep after a while.

The sound of breathing from the side was steady and even. Ji Lin opened his eyes in the dark. If someone looked at his eyes at this time, they would find that his eyes were clear.

There was no light in the ward, and it was very dark, but Ji Lin's eyesight didn't seem to be affected in the slightest. He sat up on the bed, leaned towards Wen Dong, and found the place where Wen Dong was injured with stitches effortlessly and accurately. arm.

Ji Lin gently encircled Wen Dong's slender wrist with one hand, rubbing the protruding wrist bone with the palm, and gently rubbing the slender fingers of the other hand along the direction of the wound.

Wen Dong was still asleep, unaware of Ji Lin's movements.

Ji Lin is good at profiling anyone's psychology, but she can't analyze her own emotions at this moment.

He just clearly realized that something had really changed. As Wen Dong said, a hunter should only care about whether the prey is delicious, not whether the prey will hurt, but he is not like this now.

Mingming Wendong's blood is very delicious, the color is very beautiful, even the stitched wound has a strange beauty.

But he didn't feel the slightest excitement.

On the contrary, his heart seemed to be tightly held by someone. He couldn't feel the pain, but he felt that his breathing was tight.

Ji Lin didn't know if this feeling was the so-called caring or distressed, he only knew that if possible, he hoped that the wound would not appear on Wen Dong's body, but on him.

in his body...

on him...

At this moment, the mad beast in his heart began to yell uncontrollably. Ji Yan suddenly closed his eyes. In the darkness, the mad beast was waiting for an opportunity, and there was no need to hide. So in the next second, he let go of Wen Dong's arm and gently released it for him. He got caught in the quilt, and took out a pocket dagger from the pocket of his trousers hanging aside.

The location and length of Wen Dong's wound has long been deeply embedded in Ji Lin's mind. He held the dagger with his still intact left hand, aimed at the position corresponding to Wen Dong's wound on his right forearm, and without hesitation, slashed fiercely!

Blood spewed out instantly, but the corners of Ji Lin's lips were raised high, his eyes were surprisingly bright in the dark, full of joy.

Human feelings are really strange things, Ji Lin thought, the deepest pain given to a person is probably to make the person he cares about suffer first.

Obviously, he was wounded all over his body and even lay in the emergency room, but Ji Yan didn't feel the slightest bit, but Wen Dong had one and only such a flesh wound on his body, but it could easily drive him crazy.

Ji Lin lowered his eyes and stared at the bleeding wound on his arm for a long time, and on the edge of pleasure, a kind of intuition that was almost professional instinct emerged——

The so-called hitting a snake to hit seven inches, so the murderers who killed Fu Yan and Yun Xing were really punishing them themselves?

Is there a possibility that the murderer wanted to punish someone who cared about Fu Yan and Yun Xing?

Ji Lin doesn't know much about Yun Xing's family situation, but he is familiar with Fu Yan. At least he knows that Fu Yan's brother Fu Heng is a "brother-in-law". If Fu Yan is dead, who is the most painful person in the world? Apart from Fu Yan's girlfriend, Yunxing, is Fu Heng.

Therefore, it is very necessary to investigate Fu Heng's social relations.

At this point in his thinking, Ji Lin ignored his wounds, and immediately turned to the side to unlock the phone, ready to send a message to Tang Chu.

However, when I opened WeChat, Tang Chu's message popped up first——

Officer Tang: Teacher Ji, are you asleep?Didn't you ask me to check the shareholders behind Yashen Private?I found out that it is the Fu Group, which is Fu Heng's company.

Officer Tang: Mr. Ji, you said this...isn't it a bit of a coincidence?

The author says:

Xiao Ji: I don't know what distress is, but I hope to be hurt for my wife!

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