Feng Shuhui came today to make a desperate bet, she had to force Han Jin to submit to her reputation and dignity, she couldn't really die, but the ruthlessness of her body couldn't be more real.

Han Jin stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

If Zhou Lanxiang saw him laughing like this, she would definitely be frightened. Han Jin easily didn't smile at strangers, and if he laughed in this situation, he was really angry.

The last time he laughed like this was when he was twelve years old, he smiled at Wang Manho, and the next second he aimed the muzzle of the gun at his head and blasted it over, if it wasn't for the grandfather who took a part of the gun in advance, Wang Manho's head would have to be blasted into rotten tofu on the spot.

Han Jin looked back at Ma Dadao after laughing, "You go buy a few bottles of soda, don't you entertain the guests at home?" ”

Ma Dadao felt that he really needed to hide for a while, so that the two of them could have a good talk. With him as an outsider, the two young people have some things that are hard to say!

Ma Dadao was as good as a stream, and slowly swayed to the alley shop to buy soda, Han Jin looked back at the window, Xiangxiang has always saved face, and he would definitely not stand there and watch in this case, he waited for Ma Dadao to close the door, squatted down and smiled at Feng Shuhui again.

"If I don't marry you, you'll die?"

Feng Shuhui is not stupid, the purpose of her coming today is to make Han Jin soft-hearted, not to force him to hate herself, so she didn't mention the stubble, and her tears fell down again.

"Han Jin, if I don't marry you, my life will be ruined, and I won't be able to live...... I even started to prepare the dowry, and I used to make shoes and clothes for you, don't you like it very much? I made you another pair of shoes, and the soles are all ......."

As soon as she mentioned this, Han Jin's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and she didn't let her continue, she took out a small knife from a pile of tools in the courtyard where Ma Dadao was doing handiwork, and put it in her hand, her tone was calm without a trace of emotion, "If you want to die, then die here, in front of me, let me see how determined you are." ”

Feng Shuhui's tears stopped at once, and she looked at Han Jin and didn't know what to say at all.

She thought that she was both soft and hard, even if Han Jin didn't agree to her, he would be a little jealous or guilty of her, no matter what kind of feelings, it was better than avoiding them like these days, she could always find an opportunity to get close to him again.

Unexpectedly, he directly handed himself a knife.

Feng Shuhui's heart was crossed, since tears couldn't move him, then he could only really give him a little power! If you can't let him soften her heart, then make him jealous, if she is scared back by a knife, then there is really no hope!

Feng Shuhui gritted her teeth and grabbed the knife and put it on her wrist, "Han Jin!" Don't push me! I can't make it to life, and you won't be better! ”

Han Jin squatted in front of her, without a trace of fluctuation on his face, "Then show me if you die." ”

Feng Shuhui was so excited by him that she really cut off her wrist as soon as she was ruthless!

The knife was very sharp, and it immediately cut a shallow cut, and blood gushed up at once.

Feng Shuhui didn't expect the wound to be so big, she was so frightened that she threw the knife and completely collapsed on the ground, but she still didn't forget her purpose, "Han Jin, you forced me to death!" Don't think about peace of mind in your life! I'm dead and I'll haunt you! Let you live in peace every day......"

Before she finished scolding, Han Jin picked up the knife and stuffed it in her hand again, held her with both hands, pointed the knife at her wrist, and said to her casually and coldly, "This little wound can't die, it only hurts the small veins, and it doesn't even touch the main vein." ”

As he spoke, the knife pressed down little by little, and the sharp blade cut through her skin, little by little, deep into her wrist.

Han Jin continued to explain to her while pressing down the blade hard, and as he explained with his indifferent and emotionless explanation, the sharp and cold blade also cut Feng Shuhui's wrist little by little.

"If you want to die, you have to cut it at least half an inch, the aorta on the wrist is below, like this, first cut the upper vein, now it is the large vein of the vein, and now it is the aorta, do you feel it, this blood vessel has to be cut, completely broken, and another half an hour of blood before you can breathe."

"Actually, if you want to die faster or cut the major artery in your neck faster, it only takes two minutes for the blood to spurt almost completely."

"In fact, killing people is no different from killing chickens, and in the end you will kick your legs if you want to die, you must have seen killing chickens, and when the blood is almost gone, you are the same as that chicken, trembling all over your body and kicking your legs a few times and you don't know anything."

After Han Jin finished speaking, he had slowly and little by little cut the big blood vessel in Feng Shuhui's hand.

Feng Shuhui was so frightened that she trembled like chaff, and she couldn't make a sound at all, Han Jin let go of her, and she crawled desperately towards the door inch by inch.

Han took a step further to follow her, and as he walked, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands vigorously, there was not a drop of blood on his hands, but he grabbed her arm, threw the handkerchief on the ground after wiping, and was still explaining to Feng Shuhui.

"You move more, move more and the blood will flow faster," he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Deputy Director Ma must think that we need to have a good talk, at least half an hour to come back, and when he comes back, your blood should also flow clean." ”

"Don't worry, if you want to die, I will definitely fulfill you, but you can't die at my doorstep, whether you want to die or not, you can only die here today."

Feng Shuhui looked at her bleeding wrist, the hideous wound on it turned over the flesh and blood, she seemed to really see her blood vessels that had been cut by Han Jin, and she was so frightened that she just wanted to run for her life now!

Han Jin is a demon who kills people without blinking! How could she think that she would be blessed to marry this man!

But I don't know if it was too frightened or too much bleeding, she desperately crawled out, but she could only move forward little by little, the courtyard gate was only a few meters away, but she didn't seem to be able to climb in her life.

Han Jin put his hand in his pocket, and just watched Feng Shuhui desperately crawl out, but he was so trembling that he couldn't climb out.

A heavy trail of blood stretched out in her direction, and he watched her climb more and more slowly, and the blood around her was getting more and more, but he looked at it indifferently, motionless.

The sky in April was clear and blue, the lilac tree under the courtyard wall was in full bloom, and the heavy fragrance of flowers mixed with the bloody smell permeated the small courtyard, Feng Shuhui was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound at all, Han Jin didn't speak, only the blood stains were getting heavier and heavier, the bloody gas was getting thicker and thicker, and the courtyard was so weird that it was like a human purgatory.

It wasn't until Ma Dadao pushed open the door and came in that the strange tranquility of that moment was broken.

Feng Shuhui had already fainted, and was immediately sent to the hospital by Ma Dadao, Han Jin didn't follow, but just explained, "I cut the vein, I can't die!" "He didn't really want her to die, otherwise he could have made her wait for Ma Dadao to come to save her?

Han Jin carefully washed his hands under the tap in the yard, took off his coat and threw it in the yard, and then went in to find Xiangxiang.

Zhou Lanxiang sat in Ma Dadao's living room reading a red treasure book, with the honey water that Han Jin brought to her at hand, it may be that the things she had been worried about were solved, her face was much better when she relaxed, and her lips recovered a little blood, and the faint cherry powder was more fragile and beautiful than the cherry blossoms in early spring.

Seeing Han Jin enter the door, she looked up, her eyes were too clear and distinct, and Han Jin suddenly didn't dare to take another step.

If she hadn't been here, his knife wouldn't have just cut Feng Shuhui's hand. Because she was there, he was just scaring Feng Shuhui.

Han Jin's gaze stroked Xiangxiang's face inch by inch, Xiangxiang, you have to be all the time, always be the bottom line in my heart.