As the old saying goes, when the sky falls, there is a tall man on top, and this is now verified.

After I squatted down like this, I heard a bang above my head, and then countless people cried and called for my mother, and a few unlucky ones died on the spot, and the corpses fell limply and weakly.

I wasn't hit by the table, I was just hurt by the chaos. By the time Baal crawled out of the crowd, I noticed that my forehead was bleeding.

I also know medical knowledge, I touched the wound with my hand, and knew that it was a skin injury, as long as the bleeding was stopped in time, it would be fine.

There's nothing to do now, so I can only press with the palm of my hand, use this local method to stop the bleeding, and take a look at the surrounding situation while I have time.

These people can't control it, and even without exaggeration, they are about to burst out.

The person in charge of Group B is not stupid, the table can be left off from the upper floor, which means that Pulsatilla is still in the building, and the purpose of restricting the freedom of this group of people is to be afraid of being fished in troubled waters by the disguised Pulsatilla, since Pulsatilla has not escaped, there is no need for us to admit death.

With a wave of his hand, the person in charge let the group go. The special police of Group B are all guarding the door, ready to control and investigate the new personnel.

Although I was injured and a little dizzy, I followed and wanted to continue to help.

But at this time, the walkie-talkie of the person in charge of Group B rang, and Jiang Shaoyan finally spoke, he knew that the table was left behind, and asked the person in charge of Group B what the consequences were.

The person in charge didn't hide it, and he specifically mentioned me. Jiang Shaoyan cared about me very much, and when he heard that I was injured, he was a little anxious, so he asked me to go back to the police station quickly through the walkie-talkie.

I said in my heart, I don't want to go back to the police station, now I finally have a chance to catch Pulsatilla, I am looking forward to seeing the moment he is escorted out, and even if I don't hold back, I may spit on him a few times.

I was in a hurry, so I leaned next to the walkie-talkie and wanted to reason with Jiang Shaoyan, but he didn't give me a chance and went offline again.

The person in charge of Group B only recognized Jiang Shaoyan's words and immediately let me go. I thought about it and discussed it, but I didn't expect that as soon as I said a few words, the person in charge was annoyed and took out a look to drive me away.

I sighed helplessly, and said forget it, I am a small forensic doctor, and I have no right to speak.

Originally, there was a black car parked at the side door, and if I drove it back to the police station, the problem was, I didn't have the car keys.

I swooped to the front of the hospital again, trying to get a taxi.

It's very lively here, on the one hand, there are two SWAT cars parked, and on the other hand, the strange incident of the fire alarm and the table just now has also been reported here. There was a small group of people gathered at the main entrance, either probing and stilting to watch the excitement, or commenting on the SWAT car, speculating about what was going on.

I looked around and saw that there was a taxi with an empty sign, but the driver was not there, so it was probably bustling.

I shouted to take a taxi, which was a reminder to the driver, and I ran to the taxi again.

The driver is quite interesting, perhaps intimidated by my current virtue. I was dirty, and my forehead was covered in blood.

As soon as I got in, he got in, but instead of asking me where I was going, he said to me with a bitter face, "Dude, my car is broken, why don't you get another one?" ”

I don't believe what he said, his car broke down and he still has the leisure to watch the excitement? Obviously they just don't want to pull me.

I was holding my breath, but now I was angry, slapped the car seat hard, and yelled at the driver, "You dare to refuse to ride?" Do you want to do it in the future? ”

This driver is also an old fritter, and he is not afraid of me saying this, and he still has a bitter face and wants to force me out of the car. But I came again, saying that I was a police officer and that I had to go back to the police station immediately if I had something, which made him sensitive.

I don't have a police officer ID in my pocket, but I don't need a certificate to prove anything, I've been a police officer for so long, and I can show some police temperament between words.

The driver had no choice but to get out of the car and take me away.

I was a little physically and mentally exhausted, and I didn't want to talk anymore, so I leaned back on the passenger seat and stared blankly at the road ahead.

I walked like this for five minutes. The taxi's walkie-talkie rang, and someone asked, "T3586, where are you?" ”

In fact, this is a group message, and T3586 must also be a license plate. Unexpectedly, the driver of this car reacted, he picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "I just passed by the Tianma Building, who is looking for me?" ”

But there was no response on the intercom. The taxi driver couldn't help but curse again, saying who was joking with him?

I was meant to listen. But after a while, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a motorcycle appearing behind us, and it was approaching at a rapid speed.

I was a little sensitive, and I sat up straight. I have an idea, the intercom question just now won't be related to this motorcycle, right?

When it reached the level of the taxi, I noticed that the motorcyclist's helmet did not have a windshield mask, but a windshield. Thus showed his hair and face.

He has white hair and his face is full of folds, who else would it be if he wasn't a pulsatilla?

I panicked, and I really didn't expect him to get out of the building so quickly and catch up with me.

My appearance was looked at by the taxi driver, and he didn't understand what I was panicking about, and said to me, "Brother policeman, what's wrong with you?" ”

Didn't wait for me to answer. Pulsatilla's motorcycle was already driving next to the co-pilot. He was so ruthless, as if he was juggling, he freed one hand and took out a small copper hammer.

He kept the motorcycle at the same speed as the taxi, and slammed the co-pilot's glass twice with a small brass hammer.

With two snapping sounds, two big holes leaked out of the glass. I was so frightened that I hurried inside.

The taxi driver got angry and didn't ask me anymore, but scolded the pulsatilla, saying that this old calf smashed his car for no reason, purely looking for death.

The taxi driver was also a very impulsive person, and he hit the steering wheel and asked the taxi to deflect towards the Pulsatilla, trying to hit the motorcycle back.

In normal times, the motorcycle was hit like this, and it was a very serious car accident, but the pulsatilla was really strong, and the taxi was just off, and his motorcycle was also off, and he kept a certain distance rhythmically.

The taxi driver was stunned, at this moment, he must have come back to his senses and guessed something.

Pulsatilla finally stopped smashing the glass, and I was finally able to catch my breath temporarily. While holding the phone, I said to the taxi driver, "This motorcycle driver is a murderer in several cases, you must drag him down, and I will contact my colleague." ”

I thought I was fine with that, but the taxi driver didn't cooperate with me at all and was frightened by the word murderer.

He didn't have the courage to continue crashing with Pulsatilla, and twisted the steering wheel to make the taxi make a 180-degree turn.

I didn't expect the taxi driver to be like this, he was dumped enough, but I also understood what his intentions were.

We are where we are, too far from the police station, but close to the hospital, he must want to drive the taxi back and find the SWAT.

It's just that he suddenly made such a U-turn and let a Toyota car rear-end it, which really hit the butt of our car.

I don't know if it's related to the rear-end collision, anyway, the taxi turned off, and the driver hurriedly lit the light, but the car keys were twisted around, and there was no reaction at all.

Someone in the Toyota got down, it was a fat car owner, he must have been angry in his heart, and while walking to the taxi, he shouted, "Dude, do you know how to drive?" ”

How can I and the taxi driver have time to pay attention to him? I watched the pulsatilla's every move.

He saw that we couldn't escape, but he leisurely parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, jumped out of the car, touched his waist, and took out the quick knife.

The fat car owner's eyes are also thieves, and when he sees the pulsatilla full of murderous spirit, he doesn't care about what to reason with us anymore, so he turns around and runs, and he doesn't even want a Toyota.

I was in a hurry, and I knew that it was useless to get out of the car, and I couldn't escape at all.

I was ruthless, locked the car back, and urged the taxi driver to hurry up and light the fire to see if he could run it from time to time to escape.

The taxi driver's face is not good-looking, and he is a little red. Pulsatilla was not interested in the taxi driver, and when he got closer, he jumped on the front cover of the car and crouched in front of me.

He and I looked at each other in this way, and even though it was through the windshield, I felt that the windshield was like it didn't exist.

Pulsatilla moved, he raised his knife, pointed the tip of the knife at me, and then he suddenly stabbed the knife in.

The knife was so sharp that there was an extra tear in the windshield in an instant. I subconsciously dodged back, so that the knife stopped in front of me because the distance was not enough.

Pulsatilla snorted, seemingly pleased with my reaction, and he definitely took me for a rat and wanted to tease me before killing me.

He drew his knife again and stabbed it in again. It's just that he's too careless, or the taxi driver is too long-faced.

At such a critical moment, the taxi driver turned on fire, and accelerated to get out of the car, allowing the taxi to run out.

Now Pulsatilla was completely passive, he held the knife tightly, and deliberately pinned it, trying to find a balance through it, so as not to let himself fall out of the car.

I looked at the twisting tip of the knife in front of me, and suddenly there was a fierce force in my heart, and I found the opportunity, pressed my hands on the back of the knife, trying to push it hard and get it out.

But I had a hard time doing it, and even when I used my hands, I was a little bald on my own.

The taxi driver was completely confused, didn't care about anything, and drove blindly. I thought of another way and yelled at the taxi driver, "Stop." ”

The taxi driver didn't respond. I scolded angrily, but I also knew that he couldn't be blamed for this, he must not have encountered this kind of scene before.

I nudged him and repeated.

The driver finally reacted and braked suddenly. This is good, Pulsatilla held the knife tightly, and the whole person rolled off the front cover of the car, and after falling onto the road, it was like a potato, rolling several times.

But his physical fitness is really good, so it's okay, and he can still struggle to stand up.

I saw that the driver was still stunned, and shouted at him again, "Drive!" ”

The driver stepped on the gas pedal again and slammed into the pulsatilla. But this time it wasn't so easy, and Pulsatilla ran to the side and avoided it.

I came up with a fighting spirit, trying to let the driver reverse and continue to run the pulsatilla, but no matter how I gave the order, no matter how I shouted, the taxi driver was disobedient, stepped on the accelerator with all his might, and led me to the central hospital