Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

"System, immediately connect to the nearest alarm center and call the police anonymously." Bai Ze made a decisive decision, "I'll make a quick decision."

"Lin Mian, leave your body to me for now."

[System prompt: The alarm has been successfully reported, and the system will continue to follow up the police's handling process. ] Listening to Bai Ze's unhurried voice, Lin Mian suddenly felt very lucky that he had met a very reliable person and...his system.

Lin Mian smiled: "Okay."

Lin Mian closed his eyes and voluntarily gave up his control.

This body fell back slightly, and the fingers holding the wine glass lost strength, but soon, Bai Ze regained control of the body.

He tightened his fingers, breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to the Lin family's parents who were concentrating on listening to the music: "I met an acquaintance, and I want to go out and have a word with him."

Mother Lin patted the back of his hand lovingly: "Go."

After Leng Yue started playing, Zhang Qi was in a strange state. His fat left hand was holding the wine glass tightly, his palm was flushed with blood, his face was not very good-looking, and he stood motionless beside Bai Ze.

Zhang Qi was so big that he blocked the view of the audience behind him. Some people had voiced their dissatisfaction, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

Bai Ze stood up, pursed his lips gracefully, and asked, "Director Zhang, is it convenient for you to go out and have a chat with me?"

Zhang Qi was brought back to his senses by this yell, and turned to look at him, his eyes full of savagery before he could restrain himself.Two drops of cold sweat fell on Zhang Qi's forehead, his brows were furrowed, and he said coldly, "Let's talk next time, I'm afraid it's inconvenient now."

Bai Ze simply pushed Wen Runian out, lowered his voice and said, "It's about Wen Runian, I think you should be very interested."

The voice of condemnation grew louder, Zhang Qi glanced back, cold light was reflected on the top of his smooth head, and he walked out first: "Follow me."

Bai Ze followed closely behind, keeping an eye on his every move.

Zhang Qi is a nimble fat man with fast steps and is very familiar with the structure of the clubhouse, so he led Bai Ze straight up to the rooftop.

Zhang Qi looked around and said, "There's no one here, so go ahead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ze clasped his shoulders and wrists instantly, pressed his arms to the back, and pressed them firmly against the wall.

Zhang Qi also reacted very quickly, he slammed the hand holding the wine glass against the wall, and stabbed behind him with the sharp broken wine glass.

Bai Ze dodged the blow, pinched his wrist with his slender and powerful fingers and snapped it back.

With the clear sound of fractures and sharp cries of pain, the half cup also hit the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

With both hands cut behind his back, Zhang Qi ignored the pain and was still struggling violently. He kicked back restlessly with his little thick legs, and shouted loudly, "Who the hell are you! How did I offend you!"

A hint of impatience flashed across Bai Ze's face, he bent his knee and pressed hard against Zhang Qi's knee. Zhang Qi smashed his tongue and let out a muffled grunt. There was a heart-rending pain in his leg, and there was no sound in an instant.

At this moment, the roof door creaked, and Bai Ze turned his head to look, only to see Wen Runian holding a cigarette case in his hand, looking at him in surprise.

Wen Runian was wearing a black V-neck sweater. The sweater was not too thick. When the wind stirred it, he could vaguely see the lines of his strong chest muscles. His curly hair was disheveled in the wind. He had a horrible expression on his face: "I saw you together, It's a little strange to follow. I didn't expect that in just over twenty years, your taste has become so strong..."

Hearing Wen Runian's voice, Zhang Qi began to struggle again, panting and shouting: "Wen Runian, save me quickly, he is a lunatic!"

Bai Ze glanced at Wen Runian emotionlessly, suppressed Zhang Qi with one hand, took out the magic rope with his left hand, tied Zhang Qi tightly, and tied it to the decorative pillar of the building.

Zhang Qi is a mortal, but his psychology has been distorted, no different from a demon. The magic rope flashed with silver light, and it tightened more and more. He screamed again and again.

Looking at this scene, Wen Runian felt something discordant flash in his mind, and wanted to make fun of it. It was not until Bai Ze found a gun from Zhang Qi's waist that he took a deep breath and exclaimed: : "What's going on, Zhang Qi is carrying a gun!"

Zhang Qi saw that he had been seen through, and when he was desperate, he no longer pretended, raised one corner of his mouth, looked at Wen Runian contemptuously, and said with a sneer, "Of course it was prepared for you."

Wen Runian frowned: "For me?"

"I have known you for 29 years, and I have loved you for 29 years. Over the years, I have devoted my heart to you, and I have never changed my mind. When I was in college, I bought hot water and bought snacks. I am more careful than those girls who like you , I don’t care even if I’m ridiculed by the whole school!” Zhang Qi’s eyes were wide open, filled with bloodshot eyes, and his eyes were fierce, “Even if you reject me countless times, I still like you as always…”

"But, I found out a while ago that you are already married!"

"Being deceived for so many years is simply unforgivable. If I can't get it, no one else can get it!" Zhang Qi laughed nervously, "I want to go to hell with you, and let you belong to me forever and ever!"

Wen Runian shook out a cigarette, held it to his lips, and asked with a frown, "So, the explosion on the set has something to do with you?"

Zhang Qi closed his eyes: "That's right, it's a pity that it failed."

Wen Runian took out a match, lit a cigarette, and concluded, "What a mental illness."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Qi's expression became ashen, painful and determined, as if he had lost all his strength, he let out a miserable laugh, and suddenly opened his mouth halfway, put his tongue between his teeth, and was about to bite hard go down!

Bai Ze pinched his jaw with one hand, while the other hand slashed at the back of his neck neatly.

Zhang Qi rolled his eyes and passed out.

Wen Runian touched the back of his neck, gave a thumbs up, and said sincerely: "This hurts so much, Lin Mian, you are not a ghost, you are a werewolf."

"Don't block the way." A bony hand stretched out from behind Wen Runian, and pushed him away fiercely, revealing an indifferent and handsome face.

Wen Runian staggered from being pushed, touched his nose in embarrassment, and asked, "Leng Yue, why are you here too?"

Leng Yue glanced at him sideways: "The main character of the concert is gone, there is no need to continue it, so I ended it early."

Wen Runian rubbed his hands together: "Then you heard everything?"

Leng Yue nodded and didn't answer him again, then looked at Bai Ze, her voice softened a bit: "The guests are all gone, uncles and aunts are in the lounge, and the manager is accompanying them."

Bai Ze nodded, looked at the watch, the pointer pointed to seven o'clock.

There are still five hours before the special medicine expires.

There was a sharp siren sound downstairs, and after a while, the police went up to the roof.

The young policeman looked at the rope tied around Zhang Qi's body and said in amazement, "Why does this rope still glow?"

Bai Ze took back the magic rope and said flatly, "Yeguang's."

It was already dark and the temperature was lower, Bai Ze handed over control of his body to Lin Mian again.

Regrettably, they had to cooperate with the police to make notes, and it took them two hours to go back and forth.

At nine o'clock in the evening, they picked up the two elders and went to Leng Yue's house. Leng Yue's housekeeper aunt prepared a sumptuous dinner for them. They talked and laughed at the dining table, just like a real family.

After eleven o'clock, the two elders couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep in the guest room.

The remaining three sat on the carpet in the living room and chatted, as if they had returned to the past many nights.

Leng Yue raised her glass and drank it down: "Do you still remember why we were admitted to the Drama Academy?"

Lin Mian laughed: "Because I said, with our talents, we will definitely make a name for ourselves in the entertainment industry."

"We are all getting old." Wen Runian suddenly said with emotion, "Only Lin Mian will last forever."

Leng Yue shot two cold lights and asked: "Should I thank you for letting him stop forever?"

"Stop quarreling because of me." Lin Mian held Leng Yue's hand, "A Nian has already explained to me about Ya Yuan."

Leng Yue frowned: "But..."

"Stop torturing yourself." Lin Mian sighed, "Even if it's for me."

Lin Mian took out the crumpled note from his pocket, put it in Leng Yue's palm cherishedly, and said with a smile, "I want to exchange this IOU. I take care of my family, if I have a chance in the next life, I will repay your kindness, three wishes..."

Lin Mian's voice lowered, Jing Jing bent the corners of his eyes, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, his eyelashes were thick and dense, like fine brushwork with smooth brush and ink, and the light-colored pupils were the most inked, like a bowl of extremely clear tea soup, There are countless nostalgia ups and downs.

Those eyes are so hot that people feel sour.

"Three wishes you forget about me and be happy every day..."

Leng Yue clenched the note tightly, her eyes trembled, and countless tears overflowed from his eyes. He gritted his teeth tightly, and only after a while did he choke and say: "Not good."

"One IOU can only be exchanged for two wishes at most, and I can't do the third one."

Lin Mian's body cooled down without warning, his soul became weaker and weaker, his hands and feet lost strength, his body tilted, and he fell to the ground.He half-closed his eyes, showing a slight smile: "I don't have much time...you promise me..."

His body was surrounded by a soft mist, becoming more and more transparent... Leng Yue held him in her arms and said stubbornly: "No, I don't agree!"

If I don't agree, you won't leave.

Drop by drop of warm tears fell on Lin Mian's face and seeped into his bones. He slowly closed his eyes, and his flesh and blood gradually turned into mist, leaving only a white skeleton.

Wen Runian opened his blood-red eyes, watching the skeleton turn into tiny light powder, flying in the air, drifting away...

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