"Doctor Sang, do you want to dissect here? You're crazy! The man was dumbfounded.

"Can't you? I'm a more impatient and carefree person. ”

Sang Ziqing picked up a piece of Yang Tianfu's skin and shook it back and forth.

There is a smooth and delicate water surface fit.

There must have been something very conscious going on inside this corpse.

The man was a little embarrassed, tugging at a strand of hair on his forehead and swaying.

"It's not a question of whether you're free or not, Dr. Sang, you'd better return to the team..."

Back?

Sang Ziqing searched desperately in his mind, gradually recalling the content of this single word.

It's a dark and unbearable past!

He staggered across from the coffee table, knelt on the couch, and slammed his head against the wall desperately.

After a while, there was a vicious pool of blood on the edge of the white wall.

"The puppet stood on the stage and danced, thinking that it was of its own volition. Ah~ Everyone is a puppet who has been put on the line by the rules! I hate the words 'leader' and 'boss', I'm not free anymore! Prisoner, prisoner under the framework of power, this damn life..."

Sang Ziqing's forehead was hit into a bloody blur.

He jumped off the couch, staggered in front of the coffee table, and stomped on the fallen apples.

"I need medicine! Need a fresh thrill! ”

"Let's go, everyone, and go back to the desperate past! The body was left on my operating table, and the relevant information about the deceased was sorted out and sent to my room, and I remembered to prepare coffee and new records. ”

Sang Ziqing wiped the blood flowing from his forehead to his jaw, picked up a banana on the ground, and gnawed on the belt.

The remaining three were messy for a moment, and then began to take care of the corpse and the equipment at the scene.

"I thought it was a fight, but I didn't expect it to be a crime committed by a raider..."

The newcomer of the Countermeasures Bureau, who was packing the documents on the table, breathed a sigh of relief and said with palpitations.

"That's Dr. Sang, it's not the same as the legend, I thought it was the kind of mature appearance that far surpassed his peers, but now it seems, it's more like wanton, crazy, free and easy..."

"It's really romantic..."

His eyes lit up with longing.

Suddenly, a heavy fist slammed into the newcomer.

"Tian Xiao, talk less and do more!"

"Doctor Sang, it's dangerous."

"Night Captain, are the rumors true? It is said that he only relied on three love letters to solve a love murder case, as well as the blood river incident in Tianhai Central Hospital, and the blood painting incident in the Xingmang Villa area..."

Turning around, he resumed his busy night and lost his mind for a moment, and replied earnestly:

"Yes, a half-hung psychology student, excellent profiling ability, but... But why don't you just refuse to let go of yourself? ”

Ye Tianming dismantled the computer on the table and threw it in Tian Xiao's arms.

"Take it away!"

"The contents of the cupboard are too!"

Tian Xiao laughed and said: "I will become his sword, become his sword, or become his Watson, we are not much different in age!" ”

"Stupid!"

Ye Tianming scolded, his arm muscles swelled, and his fists slammed into the wall.

In a moment, a heavy safe was pulled out.

Ye Tianming lifted the heavy silver box and threw it beside Tian Xiao.

"Almost, the police station will cooperate with us in other information."

"I'm tired!"

Dropping a word, Ye Tianming led another person out.

Tian Xiao looked at the mess in the house, and smiled helplessly.

"What a sparkling guy..."

With that, the muscles of his arms burst through his combat uniform, revealing black fur.

The two hands hooked their sharp claws and tore their mouths open.

Through the open mouth of the blood basin, only the boundless darkness of the throat can be seen.

He lifted the safe and threw it into his mouth, approaching a table full of papers and computers.

After all the scattered utensils were added to his abdomen, Tian Xiao stared at the huge cabinet again.

"Tear it down, itchy..."

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Bureau of Countermeasures, Dissection Room.

Sang Ziqing shrunk behind the door, poking his head out from time to time to scan the corridor.

Every time there was a sound of footsteps, it made him very nervous.

There was no other reason, but recalling Ye Tianming's words, he felt that Ning Lu would really kill himself.

"It's a rare adventure, it's like standing on the edge of life and death, this dangerous throbbing is fresh and felt, and the last time I felt this feeling was eating Lulu's food..."

He carefully scanned the dissection room's furnishings, still the same as before he left.

This extra room is a special decompression room created for Sang Ziqing.

He occasionally took on the role of a forensic doctor, performing autopsies on the corpses of some of the marauders.

"Damn, it's damn it!" Sang Ziqing scolded secretly.

If it weren't for the intoxicating feeling of flesh cutting, and the texture of flesh and blood being too charming, he would definitely not appear in such a ghostly place.

And behind that corpse, it is very likely that there is a new medicine primer for treating headaches.

The chances of getting new drugs are slim, but they must not be missed.

Sang Ziqing, who was hugging him tightly, suddenly heard a kicking sound of small leather shoes.

He was overjoyed and the gloom in his heart was swept away.

The boy hiding behind the door hid even more, waiting for the people in the corridor.

A silver-haired Lori in a white dress jumped in with brisk steps.

Suddenly, Sang Ziqing jumped out and took the little girl into his arms.

"Ah, Xiao Xiaolu, you really want to kill me!"

The unshaven face kept rubbing against the little girl's face.

Ning Lu was silent for a moment, and clenched her fists suddenly.

"Let go, you're disgusting!"

A heavy straight punch hit Sang Ziqing in the face.

"He said he missed me, but he disappeared for half a year! And, just now in the hallway, I heard your heart relax. It's not me who is twenty-seven, you're happy, aren't you? ”

Sang Ziqing smiled slightly, noncommittal.

Compared with Ning Lu, Xiao Xiaolu is simply signed.

The soft fist hit in the face, no different from being hit by a marshmallow.

"Hey, hey..."

"So where have you been for the past six months?"

"I replenished the medicine, but unfortunately in the end there was not much survival."

Sang Ziqing let go of Ning Lu and took out the black book in his arms.

It's still a dense tape of weird characters, and a third of the page is filled.

It's just that the content of the latest record has also been turned into a dim and yellow.

He showed the book in front of Ning Lu, pointing to the strange words that she didn't know at all.

"Look, look, this is the village chief of Xiahe Village, in order to compete with Shanghe Village for the medicinal herb business, he actually traded with the plague ghost, the result, the result, guess what?"

"He killed the entire Shanghe village, and then his grandson also contracted the plague."

"I warned him not to listen to them... The last time I saw him, he was like an empty shell of wood, his eyes were dead, and he sat on the bank of the river, and was taken off by the countermeasures bureau and left with him. ”

"That look of regret to the point of numbness, it really made me laugh to death!"