Chapter 143 Harvest and the entrance to the police station

I think that one thing that a human being cannot understand for the rest of his life is how he will die.

Just like him, he never thought that he would die in such a private house.

He had never thought about how he could die at the hands of such a thing even though he had become an investigator and had already studied thermal weapons.

He would not have thought that the young man lying on the ground downstairs could easily kill him eighteen hundred times.

He would never have thought that all this was caused by an ordinary person.

After he died, Jiang Wan took out a scabbard from his body.

The scabbard was very short, but only as long as the index finger. It seemed that it could only accommodate part of the front half of the knife.

Even the daggers he used were like this.

Jiang Wan touched the scabbard in her hand, and information related to it flashed in her mind.

“Class E non-relic: choir’s signature pen.

After storing the tool for a certain period of time, the stored tool will track the predetermined target within a certain range.

Within this range, the tool will always move toward the target.

Choir members usually need a lot of supply and training: they need to provide a sufficient amount of mourning for the choir within a certain period of time.

After a certain amount of use, a sufficient amount of Lamentation is needed to provide the choir. "

She sensed the message in her mind and breathed a sigh of relief.

This is why the opponent only launched one attack on himself at the beginning. He could not - and did not dare to launch attacks continuously.

She staggered two steps, pulled a blanket from the sofa and covered the man's body. She shouted several times into the room, calling Zhang Tinglan out.

Her face was white; it was frightened and her white complexion was reflected in the moonlight.

Her hands trembled when she opened the door, and she stumbled as she walked out. She looked at Jiang Wan, and after seeing the scars on her body, tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Fear, worry, guilt, complex emotions burst out in my heart.

She staggered and hurried to Jiang Wan's side. When she was trying to help Jiang Wan to the sofa, she saw Jiang Wan shaking her head.

"He's still down there..."

When she heard what Jiang Wan said, she looked panicked: "Yes... yes! I'll go find him, I'll just go find him!"

Before she could finish her words and before she even stepped out, her arm was held by Jiang Wan.

"Help me go." She shook her head, the wounds on her body had not stopped bleeding.

"But your injury..."

"Let's go." Zhang Tinglan shook her head resolutely when she saw the other party. At a loss and without any opinion, she followed Jiang Wan's opinion.

The two of them walked all the way down, and when they reached the deserted street, they were immediately shocked by the scene.

They saw blood flowing into a river, trickling down to water the trees nearby. In the large river of blood, Chen Qing's body lay in it.

But there was a small clean space in the river of blood. It was as if he had been avoided by the blood. His whole body was clean and flawless, except for the person lying there motionless.

They saw that the blood flowing underneath them was already a little black in color. Zhang Tingyun staggered back two steps, letting the blood splashed on his heels dye him bright red.

"He...what happened to him?" She looked at Chen Qing and asked Jiang Wan beside her: "What did he encounter on the street?"

She listened to the question and opened her mouth but did not answer. She looked at the young man's body in the blood river and did not even dare to think about whether it was a body or a corpse.

Her fingertips were slightly cold, and she used her hand to push away the creature holding her arm bit by bit and resolutely. She staggered, but walked extremely resolutely.

She walked forward step by step. She heard Zhang Tingyun's footsteps behind her. She turned back and blocked the kindness of the girl who wanted to continue to support her.

"Chen Qing?" Her voice was trembling, but she was trying to suppress it.

She walked forward slowly, and her arms that had lost their body temperature stretched out to his neck. She touched it gently and felt the weak pulse. She watched with sleepy eyes and saw Chen Qing's open eyes. eyes.

"Yo... coming?"

She looked at Chen Qing's translucent white face and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was more comfortable than the previous battle, and more joyful than the previous joy after escaping from death.

Then, she heard Chen Qing say again: "Can I borrow some clothes?

The clothes are torn. "

Listening to Chen Qing's words, she lowered her eyes and turned red on her cheeks.