In the process of the two of them rolling down, the sharp boning knife cut He Wanjin's carotid artery. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info blood, like a fountain, with the rolling of He Wanjin's body, blood lotus flowers bloomed in the air.

"Quick, save people, Xiao Ruan is looking for something to help him stop the bleeding." The policeman Wang, looking at the blood flowers in the sky, hurriedly called Xiao Ruan to come forward for first aid.

"Me? This...... Where can I find something to stop the bleeding? This is an artery...... Xiao Ruan looked at He Wanjin, who had rolled in front of him, and swallowed his saliva, not knowing what to do.

"You have a way, didn't your school teach you first aid?" Lao Wang glanced at Xiao Ruan and ignored him.

Lao Wang walked quickly to He Wanjin's side and covered the wound on He Wanjin's neck with his hand. Despite this, the blood kept gushing outward, and no matter how tightly Lao Wang covered it, he couldn't stop it.

"It doesn't work! Quick, find something to help him stop the bleeding, why hasn't the forensic doctor arrived yet? The old king said angrily.

"I contacted the medical examiner before, and he said he would come with the special case team." The policeman, who couldn't remember his last name, replied.

"Coming with the special security team? Okay, you guys look for something to stop the bleeding, this man is dying. Also, also, Xiao Fang, you go to see Lao Zhang, he seems to be injured too. Xiao Li, call an ambulance, call an ambulance. Lao Wang was in full swing arranging the work of several people.

Hearing Lao Wang say this, I also looked at Lao Zhang curiously, he has indeed been lying on the ground since he fell down and has not moved. However, there are no obvious scars on his body, right? Did you fall out of an internal injury?

No, he didn't fall and get hurt, he just looked at He Wanjin with great guilt, as if He Wanjin's injury was caused by him.

Xiao Ruan reacted quickly, rummaged through the briefcase, found a brand new pair of white gloves, unpacked it, stepped forward quickly, and covered He Wanjin's wound.

However, this was useless, the snow-white gloves were quickly dyed red, and the blood was still not controlled.

Just as the police were in a mess, trying to save people, there was a heavy wheezing sound from the top of the stairs. Following the sound, an old man with gray sideburns was holding the handrail of the stairs with one hand and covering his lower abdomen with the other, bending over, gasping for breath, and standing there with trembling legs. This old man is He Wanjin's father. It seems that the chase on these floors has exhausted all his physical strength.

In the hand where Daddy He was holding the handrail of the stairs, he was holding the blood-stained chef's knife. Seeing He Wanjin lying in a pool of blood, and the policemen who were scrambling to save people, the old man spoke: "Don't save him...... Don't save him...... Let him die, let him die, I don't have such a son, I don't have such a son......"

Daddy He burst into tears, pointing his trembling finger at He Wanjin on the ground. You can see how sad he is at this time. As a father, how much sadness, how much heartache, and how much despair do you have to be able to kill your own son. For many years, he has worked hard, been mean to himself, and indulged his parents. At the end of the day, it's not gratitude, it's not love. No respect, no affection.

Yes, it's just constant demanding, constant pressing. Even if Daddy He's beloved wife, He Wanjin's biological mother, is already on the hospital bed, when she is in danger. All he thinks about is money, his house, and his face. He even insulted his father and cursed his mother.

Parents, give us life. Parents raised us from a young age. Perhaps, they can't give us everything we want, but they've done their best. When we find fault with their shortcomings, who ever thinks about when we have given them pride. Time has robbed them of their appearance and health. And we, exhausted their dreams. If we can't give our parents infinite scenery, at least, we shouldn't let them work anymore.

He Wanjin, endlessly demanding, forced his parents into a dead end. How could he have imagined that his phone call to his father asking for money and quarreling became his mother's talisman. The mother who has always pampered him and protected him is gone, who can dispel the strong killing intent from his father for him?

Having said that, if He Wanjin's mother hadn't been urged to death by his phone call, how could his father have killed him?

Life, sometimes, is so impermanent, inexplicable, inexplicable, one coincidence after another, contributing to the tragedy of a village. He Wanjin was the victim of this tragedy, but his parents were also implicated. Of course, his wife deserves it, and Ding Chunxiang has been hit by the ball of bad luck and is destined to die.

The policemen looked at the tearful old man in amazement. Tiger poison does not eat children, who can understand the determination of a father to kill his son.

Father He held a sharp knife in his hand, step by step, and slowly approached.

Police officer Xiao Ruan looked at the old man's face, then looked at the knife in the old man's hand, let go of He Wanjin in his hand, took out the matching gun, pointed at Father He and said, "Put down your weapon, stand in place, raise your hand, and go forward, I'm going to shoot." ”

Lao Wang quickly stepped forward and pressed the glove that was pressing on He Wanjin's wound, and yelled at Xiao Ruan, "Xiao Ruan, put the gun down." ”

"Boss, he's got a weapon." Xiao Ruan looked at Father He and slightly tilted his head to reply to Lao Wang's words.

"What kind of weapon is a kitchen knife?" Lao Wang obviously looked down on the sharp kitchen knife in Daddy He's hand.

Isn't that a weapon? But I saw with my own eyes that this sharp kitchen knife pierced a hole in the body of that beautiful woman named Ding Chunxiang, and I saw the bones from the knife to the flesh. It's not a weapon, so what is? Do you have to have a gun?

Obviously, I am not the only one who thinks like this, Comrade Xiao Ruan must also think so, he has not put down his gun for a long time, and has been staring closely at Daddy He who is slowly approaching.

"Xiao Fang, you go up, give the old comrade's knife, let this recruit learn hard." Lao Wang let go of He Wanjin's hand. Because, He Wanjin has already choked his breath.

Seeing that his son had already choked his breath, Father He slowly sat down on the steps, and the knife in his hand also fell on the steps, sliding to Xiao Ruan's feet one by one. Daddy He cried, crying extremely sadly, in one day, he lost his beloved wife who had been with him for decades, and his son, whom he had regarded as a treasure since childhood.

Whose fault is this chain of tragedies? Chen Xiaodong? Or Lilac? Or is it He Wanjin? may also be inextricably linked with Daddy He. How to judge right and wrong? Did the ball of doom hurt them? Or did they hurt themselves? Who knows?

"Comrade policeman...... You guys...... Arrest me...... I'm the one who kills ...... Kill him...... Arrest me...... Sentence me to death...... I can't live anymore......" Daddy He cried and prayed.

The policeman Wang, his eyes were full of sympathy, as an old policeman with non-rich experience, he must have seen the reason. Quietly wiping away his tears, Lao Wang said to Xiao Ruan: "Xiao Ruan, put him in prison and bring him back to the bureau to assist in the investigation." ”

"Boss? Are you crying? Xiao Ruan's eyes were sharp, and he saw Lao Wang's action of secretly wiping his tears.

"What are you crying about? The wind is strong, and there is sand...... "Lao Wang stopped making a sound, looked down at the two corpses on the ground, and then looked up at the big words 'eighteenth floor' in the stairwell. He sighed deeply and said, "When will the special case team arrive?" Xiao Li, make a call to the forensic doctor and urge them. ”

"Boss? Those guys are so arrogant, why are you in a hurry to find them? I see, eighty percent of them also eat white rice. Xiao Ruan was quite unconvinced when he heard this.

"You know what? On the eighteenth floor, I don't know how many more people will be killed, and only they can hope to save more people. Lao Wang sighed, he naturally attributed this series of murders to ghosts.

What does this concern us? It's all a good thing that Chen Xiaodong's ball does...... If you want to find her, don't rely on my head. "Hehehe, senior sister, you are mistaken, this is not what I came up with...... Author, you give it to me, is it that if I don't get beaten in a chapter, you will be uncomfortable? ”

Author: "Amitabha, good, good...... What did you say? I don't understand ......" (To be continued.) )