Ye Zhihan said that he could, Lu Jun's brows furrowed even tighter, Ye Zhihan and this bloody corpse were comrades-in-arms, let him do it himself, isn't it too cruel?

Lu Jun took the first step to take the needle handed over by the forensic doctor, "Or I'll come?" In broad daylight, you should find a darker place to rest, right? ”

The needle that Lu Jun had just received was taken away by Ye Zhihan again when he was defenseless. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ye Zhihan didn't seem to care about doing this, and even the tone of his voice sounded so relaxed, "It's better for me to come to the Lu Bureau, living corpses and dead corpses are corpses, it's better to be a dead corpse, my comrade-in-arms, I'll send him personally, I think he will understand?" ”

Ye Zhihan really didn't hesitate for half a minute, stepped to the side of the trolley bed in a few steps, and stabbed Yan Song's neck.

Although Yan Song struggled very hard, the second the needle was inserted into his throat, his body suddenly stopped, and his blood-red eyes widened and stared at Ye Zhihan.

Ye Zhihan came into contact with that terrible gaze, his heart hurt suddenly, but he still grabbed the other end of the needle without hesitation and pushed it back, the dark red blood, in the needle, gathered more and more, and Ye Zhihan's heart hurt even more.

Yan Song's eyes widened, his mouth opened, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound, Ye Zhihan didn't dare to look at his eyes, just stared at the needle, the blood in the needle tube was about to be full, Yan Song's expression was even more painful, he didn't say anything, as if he understood Ye Zhihan's thoughts, Ye Zhihan just lowered his eyes, stared at the needle, and saw that the blood in the needle was full, he quickly stopped the movement in his hand, stretched out his hand, and took an empty needle.

The blood that Ye Zhihan personally fed was personally withdrawn from his body little by little, how could Ye Zhihan be embarrassed?

Lu Jun looked at Ye Zhihan's slightly trembling hands, and his heart was tumbling helplessly, he was originally a national hero who defended his family and the country, but he wanted to use such a cruel method to deal with him, this kind of ending, no one can regret it.

Ye Zhihan's face was unusually pale, but with a surprisingly calm, one needle after another of blood was mercilessly withdrawn by Ye Zhihan, until Yan Song's blood-red eyes slowly closed, and in the end, when Ye Zhihan put down the needle again, Yan Song's facial contour had collapsed, and his face gradually turned carbon black, until then, Ye Zhihan slowly closed his eyes, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Knowing that Yan Song was completely gone, and there was no sign of a living corpse, he endured the discomfort in his heart and pulled out the last needle of blood from Yan Song's neck.

He was distressed, he regretted it, but he knew that when they opened their eyes again, the end could only be this end, Yan Song's end, maybe one day he Ye Zhihan would also experience it, one morning and one night, he could only face it calmly.

Ye Zhihan turned around and handed the needle to the forensic doctor beside him, his eyebrows and eyes stretched out with relief, as if he had done an extremely ordinary thing, and he couldn't see the slightest sadness.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he said to Lu Jun, "Please send someone to send him to the crematorium, right?" The sooner the better, so as not to have too many dreams at night? ”

Lu Jun looked at Ye Zhihan in a daze and didn't say anything, Ye Zhihan continued to speak, "When the cremation is over, I will ask the Lu Bureau to bury him for me, and it is not in vain that he is so young, so he gave his life to drive away the Japanese invaders!" ”

After speaking, Ye Zhihan walked directly towards the door.

Although he kept comforting himself, he was still uncomfortable and a little unbearable, he walked out of the dissection room, through the long corridor, and walked to the courtyard of the Public Security Bureau, it was already noon, the early winter sun, particularly dazzling, Ye Zhihan walked out, his tired body, leaning against a wall that was rushing towards the sun, trying to use the discomfort brought by the sun to drive away the indescribable pain in his heart. (To be continued.) )