On the dance floor on the first floor of the bar, the brilliant lights continued, hitting people's frightened faces like white-faced monsters, rampaging in the darkness and fleeing in all directions.

These people had already lost their order, and ran out of the door and upstairs like crazy, except for a few who didn't know whether they were bold or frightened and didn't know how to react, and stood in place, pushed and staggered by the crowd around them.

And the eyes of these people, at this moment, are all looking in the same direction.

At the front of the dance floor, on the round lead stage, a tall woman in a long black dress covered her face with her long messy hair, but her movements were extremely clear.

She was holding a fruit knife in her hand, and with a force, one by one, she stabbed her slender neck violently, and with each blow, the blood was like a blowout, fierce and turbulent.

Scarlet blood pierced Schumann's eyes and fell to the ground, and on the stage, bewitching flowers bloomed.

Schumann frowned, then glanced at the stairs that had been crowded with crowds, paused slightly, then took off his high heels casually, grabbed the fence in front of him, and jumped suddenly-

But it fell back to the same place.

Schumann turned his head in astonishment, and met a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, but those eyes were full of heavy depth.

"What do you do?"

Jiang Yan's tone was not good, and even brought some reproach, Schumann pursed his lips and looked down at the big hands that were firmly holding his waist:

"The police handle the case!"

After saying that, she had already slapped her hands away, jumped along the fence on the second floor, jumped to the dance floor on the first floor, and landed steadily.

Looking at her flexible and skillful movements, the corners of Jiang Yan's eyes twitched inexplicably.

In the past few years, has she been a policeman, or has she learned to juggle?

Jiang Yan gritted her teeth hatefully, but her eyes followed Schumann's figure closely, and saw her against the crowd, finally squeezed to the front of the dance floor and jumped on the stage.

The woman leading the stage had collapsed to the ground at the moment, still holding the fruit knife in her hand, but the silver blade had been stained red with blood, and the blood fell down the blade little by little, fusing with the large red on the ground.

The woman's body and face were covered with blood, her hair was haphazardly congealed with blood, messily attached to her sideburns, her original appearance was already a little indistinguishable, only the pair of eyes that stared at the boss, looking straight in the direction of the ceiling, motionless.

Jiang Yan's eyebrows were twisted into a "Chuan" character at this moment.

It's her?

Schumann was now crouching down, pressing his hands together on the wound on the woman's neck, but he could not stop the outpouring of blood, which flowed through her fingers, and soon stained her hands scarlet.

Schumann's face was solemn, and he took off his shirt without hesitation, and pressed the wound again, but the woman's life was still under her hands, like those blood, little by little, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It can't go on like this, Schumann was distracted, turned his head and shouted at the man standing behind him:

"Call an ambulance!"

Maybe it was because her voice was too calm, so that those dull thoughts eased for a moment, and finally someone shuddered and took out the phone, trembling and pressed 120.