The front of the train hit an empty train that had not had time to withdraw from the station, and in an instant, the alarm bell in the carriage rang loudly, and everyone was shocked and fell to the ground.

The bomb didn't explode, but the huge impact force still prevented the passengers in the carriage from dodging and were injured.

Sweetheart was still screaming, and suddenly she felt something stuffed in her mouth, and then she bit her upper and lower jaws together uncontrollably under the heavy blow, and if it wasn't for the thing blocking her tongue, she would have bitten through it.

She looked at Situ Qinglang in shock, and when the impact stopped and the dust settled, Situ Qinglang pulled his wrist out of her mouth, the wound was already bleeding, and a row of bloody and blurred tooth marks were bitten by the sweetheart under the action of inertia.

"Qinglang, your hands ......" Sweetheart's mouth was full of blood, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Situ Qinglang gasped, just now it was like death beckoning to the two of them, but the sweetheart luck was really good, she chose the right thread, that little trick saved the lives of at least thousands of people in the whole car in a time of crisis.

The train stopped, Situ Qinglang stroked his sweetheart's head, hugged her tightly and asked, "Are you injured?"

Sweetheart shook her head desperately, almost scared away.

Situ Qinglang was about to say something, when he suddenly heard the sound of the subway opening the door, and suddenly he remembered the suspicious figure, and suddenly turned around and saw the young man in the hoodie rushing out of the subway.

"Stop!" He jumped up, and instantly left his sweetheart behind, the soldier's duty made him reflexively arrest the suspect, the sweetheart only felt a very fast wind passing in front of him, and in the next second, Situ Qinglang had already blended into the crowded flow of people outside, so fast that she was dumbfounded.

The crowd was crowded and ran out, Situ Qinglang was tall and couldn't break through well in the crowd, the sweetheart was anxious in her eyes, she knew that Qinglang must have found some suspicious person, if she let that guy run away, maybe it would cause some trouble to Qinglang, it would be bad!

Who is it? Who is Qinglang's eye?

Her eyes locked on a man in a blue hoodie, the man was wearing sunglasses, and kept looking back at Qinglang's shrunken position, and the sweetheart instincted that that guy might have something to do with the explosion!

Situ Qinglang was stuck in the crowd, watching the hoodie man about to squeeze out the only subway door that could still be opened, he was anxious, and kept saying "let go", but all the passengers were eager to survive, and his words were drowned in the boiling cries for help and abuse in the blink of an eye.

Sweetheart's heart raced, and she slammed into the crowd, struggling out with all her might, with only one thought in her mind - she couldn't let him run away!

It was too late, and the slender sweetheart squeezed to Qing Lang's side in the blink of an eye, she had never been so determined and brave, completely ignoring any danger that might occur, she gritted her teeth and squeezed outward, and with the advantage of her body, she squeezed faster and faster, and was only one step away from grabbing the hood on the man's clothes.

"Stop, stop!" Sweetheart stretched out his hand, and the boy turned around, his eyes flashing under his sunglasses, extremely dark.

He deftly avoided it, and the sweetheart threw himself into the air, and when his feet were unstable, his whole body leaned forward, but the crowd was very thin in front of him, and the sweetheart staggered out of the train in an instant, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Sweetheart!" Situ Qinglang was shocked. Sweetheart gritted her teeth as if she was deaf and immediately got up, ignoring the pain in her knees, and chased forward like a gust of wind.

Situ Qinglang was also surprised, he never thought that his sweetheart could run so fast, squeezing into the crowd in the blink of an eye like a cluster of dancing flames, he squeezed out after him, ran out with long legs, and started a fierce chase in the station.

Outside the subway, there were riot ** and special police officers from the Hong Kong Police Station guarding outside, but the crowd broke them up, and the sweetheart ran and shouted: "Catch him, he may be the suspect!"

"Sweetheart, stop chasing him!" Situ Qinglang is about to go crazy! How can this girl run so fast, he almost thinks she can take off on the ground!

Sweetheart's brain was blank, only mechanical running, catching him, she had to catch him, she saw that there was a ** running towards them, but everyone was a little slower, that person ran too fast, sweetheart was about to be dazzled!

He ran towards the elevator, the metal door of the helicopter had just opened, and it would be troublesome to let him in, and he was still two steps away from it.

Sweetheart...... You can!!" she gritted her teeth and threw herself at him with all her might!

Situ Qinglang was simply stunned, he roared out of control: "Sweetheart!"

Damn, if that door closes, it's over!

Sweetheart soared into the air, and a second before she landed, she thought to herself - am I flying?

She grabbed the man's hood, and her out-of-control body pressed heavily on him, sturdy him as a cushion of flesh!

"Sweetheart!" Situ Qinglang caught up after a step, half of his soul was scared away, Sweetheart pressed on him and grabbed his hand hard and twisted it behind him, and his small body burst out with amazing strength, making the people under him struggle.

The special police soon arrived, and the sweetheart was hugged by Situ Qinglang, she was desperately panting, unable to speak, and watched them handcuff the person, her brain was in chaos, as if her brain had become a mess when she ran just now.

Situ Qinglang patted her on the back, she was panting, she ran too fast and wanted to vomit, and when she bent over and retched, she heard the special police officers say to Situ Qinglang: "Sir, please go back to the police station with us, we need your assistance in the investigation." ”

"Okay, no problem. Situ Qinglang still has the strength to speak, but Sweetheart is weak, if it weren't for Qinglang to rely on, she would almost be lying on the ground.

Her throat was blazing, her heart was about to jump out of her throat, she clutched the corner of her clear clothes, desperately trying to say a word-

Actually, I'm useful, in fact, I can help you.

Situ Qinglang was shocked in his heart, he never thought that the seemingly weak little oil bottle sweetheart would make such an amazing move, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, although her face was flushed, her expression was flying, as if she was eagerly waiting for her recognition and praise.

"Thank you, you're really great!" Situ Qinglang hugged her tightly and kept repeating the sentence, as if he couldn't find a better sentence to express his emotion and gratitude.

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