A piece of blood mist floated from Feng Zhigang's head, and then Feng Zhigang fell to the side.
Blood splashed on Yang Lu's face. Yang Lu still maintained his standing posture, looking at Bai Mo with wide-eyed eyes full of fear. Bai Mo kept holding the gun and aiming. He also had his eyes widened, but he didn't. Horror, even less colorful.
Bai Mo felt like he was out of his body, as if the surrounding scenes were beginning to become illusory.
Why do the echoes of gunfire persist in the office? Why can I only hear my own breathing? Why is my breathing so harsh?
A series of strange questions flashed through Bai Mo's mind. He still maintained the posture of holding the gun and aiming, motionless!
The people in the corridor who had been watching the scene were silent for four or five seconds, and then they heard Zhang Chengdong shouting "f*ck" and rushed in first.
Only then did the others recover from the shock and rushed into the company one after another.
All this happened so suddenly. When Feng Zhigang saw Bai Mo, he laughed wildly and then raised his knife to kill. Bai Mo shot and killed Feng Zhigang in desperation.
There was nothing wrong with Bai Mo's shooting, but Feng Zhigang's actions were too problematic.
He used Yang Lu's life to blackmail Bai Mo into meeting him, was it really just for the sake of meeting him? Logically speaking, shouldn't we have some conversations with Bai Mo?
This is why everyone is confused.
Everyone except Teng Jie rushed into the company.
Teng Jie looked at the surveillance screen and fell into deep thought. There was no shock on his face, only deep doubts.
Zhang Chengdong was the first to rush into the office. He ran to Feng Zhigang's side. After making sure that the other party had died, he turned back and glared at Bai Mo.
Bai Mo did not refill the gun as he requested, which made him extremely disgusted as a soldier. But when he saw Bai Mo pointing the gun at him like a fool, Zhang Chengdong sighed helplessly.
Then Zhang Chengdong drew out his dagger and prepared to cut the tape wrapped around Yang Lu's wrists and ankles.
Lu Wan rushed in second. She came to Bai Mo's side, carefully took the gun in Bai Mo's hand, lowered the safety, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that Bai Mo was still raising his hands, Lu Wan pressed his arms down and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, Yang Lu saved him."
A few of the people who came in later went to dispose of the body, while the rest, Chen Xiaoxiao and others, stood aside and looked at Bai Mo, whose eyes were lifeless.
After Zhang Chengdong cut off the tape, Yang Lu stepped over Feng Zhigang's body and rushed towards Bai Mo while wiping the blood on his face.
At this moment, she didn't pay attention to everyone's eyes, hugged Bai Mo from the waist, put her head on Bai Mo's chest and choked.
Bai Mo, however, seemed to be isolated from the world, still standing there stupidly.
Lu Wan saw the wound on Yang Lu's arm, turned to Chen Xiaoxiao and said, "Take her out for bandage."
After Chen Xiaoxiao pulled Yang Lu away, Lu Wan glanced at Fu Xingliang, and the two of them helped Bai Mo out of the office, one on the left and the other on the right.
Zhang Chengdong followed and walked out, watching the two people helping Bai Mo sit on the sofa, shaking his head slightly.
"I suggest you give him a glass of water." Zhang Chengdong said, "This is the first time he kills someone. He is still in the first stage. After the secreted adrenaline is exhausted, there should be other reactions."
In a small city like Meihai City, criminal police rarely need to shoot and kill people. When a hostage situation occurs, the special police basically take over and successfully kill the gangster.
As far as Zhang Chengdong knows, there are currently only two people in the criminal police team who have shot anyone. One is his old comrade Peng Yuetao and the other is Lu Wan.
Walking out of the company, only SWAT and criminal police were left in the corridor, and the reporters had been driven away.
Zhang Chengdong naturally knew that these reporters would be watching downstairs. He took off his helmet, walked into the stairwell, and came to the rooftop.
On the rooftop, Zhang Chengdong reached back and a cigarette was put into his hand.
The person who followed was Peng Yuetao.
Lighting the cigarette, Zhang Chengdong took a puff and stretched, "There is no danger, the hostages are safe!"
"Fuck you!" Peng Yuetao cursed, "I was scared to death. You don't even know it. When I saw Feng Zhi just raised the knife, I tightened my toes, for fear that Bai Mo wouldn't be able to hit him. middle."
Zhang Chengdong curled his lips and took another puff of cigarette, "That kid is definitely nervous for the first time he kills someone. What are you afraid of? Isn't this all muscle memory? And I told him where to hit, and muscle memory alone can do it Is it done, okay?”
"Muscle memory is a piece of shit!" Peng Yuetao said with a sad face, "Bai Mo is the portrait artist of our police force. He is a returnee who graduated from a foreign art major. He only became a police officer two months ago and has learned how to shoot a gun for less than a month! "
"Fuck!" Zhang Chengdong cursed and almost spit out the cigarette in his mouth.
Thinking about Lu Wan's sworn expression just now, Zhang Chengdong couldn't help but shudder, "She's still the same as before, what a crazy woman!"
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Bai Mo felt that his wandering soul had finally returned to his body. At this moment, he was sitting in Lu Wan's car. Fu Xingliang was in the passenger seat. Bai Mo was sitting in the back seat, with Yang Lu and Chen Xiaoxiao beside him.
Chen Xiaoxiao hugged Yang Lu's shoulders. Yang Lu's face was a little pale, and the blood on his face had been cleaned up.
"Fortunately, it's just a skin injury." Chen Xiaoxiao said softly, "I will make a note later and go back to recuperate, otherwise there will be scars."
Yang Lu nodded slightly, her eyes always looking at Bai Mo.
After Bai Mo fired, blood spattered on Yang Lu's face. Feng Zhigang fell to the right rear due to the impact of the bullet. Yang Lu never dared to look at Feng Zhigang, so she didn't see the bloody scene.
All she knew was that Bai Mo shot and killed someone to save her.
At this moment, it seemed that the biggest victim after this shot was Bai Mo.
yes!
Yang Lu suddenly remembered that Chen Xiaoxiao had said that Bai Mo was a painter before and had only been a police officer for more than two months. He has not received any formal education in criminal police knowledge, and he has no psychological construction after the murder.
Sensing Bai Mo looking this way, Yang Lu said softly: "Thank you!"
Bai Mo looked at Yang Lu, not knowing what to say for a moment. His eyes inadvertently saw the bandage on Yang Lu's arm, with some blood oozing from it.
Bright red blood stains! Blood stains as bright red as Feng Zhigang...
Bai Mo felt his stomach suddenly turn upside down, and a stream of heat rushed from his stomach to his throat.
"Ugh!" Bai Mo covered his mouth and tried hard to suppress the feeling of vomiting. Lu Wan, who was driving, noticed something strange about Bai Mo and quickly turned the car to the side of the road and stopped.
Bai Mo felt that he couldn't bear it anymore after braking suddenly, so he opened the car door and rushed out.
After just two steps, Bai Mo bent down and clutched his knees with both hands, and the heartbreaking sound of vomiting rang in everyone's ears.
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After returning to the police station, Yang Lu was taken to take notes, while Bai Mo wrote a shooting report accompanied by Lu Wan.
There was naturally no problem with Bai Mo's shooting. Both the video and the hostages can prove that the hostages were indeed threatened with their lives at that time.
After dealing with this, Bai Mo returned to the studio by himself. This temporary studio had no windows. When the door was closed and the lights were not turned on, the room was dark.
In the darkness, Bai Mo let out a long breath and slowly raised his left hand, the hand that had just shot and killed someone.
Is this what killing feels like?
I don't know how much time passed, but the door was pushed open and Yang Lu slowly walked in.
Coming to the opposite side of Bai Mo, Yang Lu felt heartbroken looking at Bai Mo's dull eyes.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone out and run around." Yang Lu's tone was full of guilt.
A week ago, this advertising company contacted Yang Lu and said that it had taken a fancy to one of her paintings in the campus art exhibition and wanted to purchase the copyright for commercial use.
After that, Yang Lu communicated with the other party several times on WeChat, and came to the company for an interview today at short notice.
"No." Bai Mo forced out a sad smile, "You told me all these things, and your painting book is suitable for commercial use."
It is not difficult to see that Feng Zhigang had planned this scene a long time ago. After establishing cooperation with Yang Lu, he could let Yang Lu go to the company at any time. In other words, as long as Feng Zhigang wanted to hold Yang Lu hostage, he could do it at any time.
But what does he want to do?
This was Bai Mo's biggest confusion after he woke up. Feng Zhigang didn't say anything, laughed wildly for a few times and then attacked Yang Lu directly.
Bai Mo thought of two possibilities, either Feng Zhigang wanted Bai Mo to see Yang Lu die in front of him, or Feng Zhigang was looking for death.
But there are too many details that need to be scrutinized. In Bai Mo's current state, it is impossible to figure it out.
Yang Lu, who was opposite, secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Bai Mo speak. Chen Xiaoxiao told her a lot before she came in. Even a criminal police officer would bear a huge psychological burden when he kills someone for the first time. Bai Mo's abnormal behavior was all over. It's because I just killed someone.
Bai Mo killed someone to save Yang Lu, so Chen Xiaoxiao asked Yang Lu to try to talk to Bai Mo.
"and you······"
Yang Lu was interrupted by Bai Mo before he finished speaking, "Can you let Xiaoxiao take you back first? The case has not been investigated clearly, and I still have too many doubts in my heart. I need to wait for the result."
Yang Lu still wanted to speak, but she heard a cough behind her. When she looked back, she saw a man in police uniform standing outside the door.
"Bai Ju, you're here!" Chen Xiaoxiao's voice came from outside the door.
Bai Yonghui nodded towards Chen Xiaoxiao and then walked into the studio.
Yang Lu knew that the police chief was Bai Mo's father, and suddenly panicked. She whispered to Bai Mo, "Then I'll go back first and call you later."
After saying that, Yang Lu turned around, lowered his head and walked out the door, not daring to look at Bai Yonghui at all.
Bai Yonghui watched Yang Lu leave. He was originally meeting with the mayor, but he rushed back after learning that Feng Zhigang had taken hostages.
Bai Yonghui already knew everything on the way. Feng Zhi had just kidnapped Yang Lu to meet Bai Mo. Obviously Yang Lu and Bai Mo had a special relationship. She must be Bai Mo's girlfriend.
In contrast, Bai Yonghui looked at Bai Mo. His son's performance surprised him.
Bai Mo's face showed fatigue, and Bai Yonghui snorted: "Why, you killed a criminal and frightened yourself to the point of peeing? I have never seen a soldier who was so frightened. If you were on the battlefield, you wouldn't survive." When the second shot was fired.”
Bai Yonghui used a straightforward provocation method.
Bai Yonghui has always shown a loving father's education to Bai Mo. The main reason is that he killed his wife and left Bai Mo without a mother. He has always felt guilty towards Bai Mo.
But this time, Bai Yonghui did not choose to be sincere, because he knew better than anyone that there was not much time left for Bai Mo.
Lu Wan talked about Bai Mo's performance. If people knew that Bai Mo had such a strong reaction after killing someone, it would be difficult for him to be on the front line again.
"There is no need to provoke the generals." Bai Mo stood up and said with a cold face, "There are still many questions that need answers. I won't waste my time here."
Bai Mo walked around the table, passed Bai Yonghui, and walked out of the studio.
It wasn't until Bai Mo's footsteps disappeared that Bai Yonghui breathed a sigh of relief. He could see that Bai Mo was holding on, but that's how police officers are sometimes. How could they succeed if they didn't hold on?
"I said, he is a police officer!" Bai Yonghui said in a deep voice.
There was no one in the studio. It was obvious that Bai Yonghui was not talking to anyone, or that the person he was talking to was no longer alive.
