The Third Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Eighth Chapter Forensic Adults, Please Arrest (Sixty)

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She looked at the empty anatomy room, squinted her eyes slightly, lowered her eyes and played with the scalpel in her hand. After being silent for a while, she put away the scalpel and didn't stop there. It only took a few minutes before and after, as if Just take a look.

The forensic doctor was still wearing a white coat, clean and slender, especially cold and abstinent. He turned around and was about to leave, but at that moment he heard some kind of subtle sound.

It was the sound of a window being pushed open.

Ranbai looked back in an instant, and just caught the young and tall figure who came in indifferently and elegantly through the window. His skills were very neat. Behind him was the white moonlight and the ink-splashing night, which made the murderer's figure a bit hazy. , an indescribable sense of mystery and nobleness, and a vaguely sloppy micro-selection.

"Meet again." The murderer seemed very happy, and laughed lightly in the dark. The lowered voice could not distinguish the original tone, but it was still clear and low, and he joked casually: "Stubborn detective."

The forensic doctor stood there with no turbulence in his expression, light-colored and thin lips parted lightly, and his voice was cold. He couldn't tell the emotion from her tone, only she could hear her spit out two numbers: "01."

The murderer narrowed his eyes lazily, indifferent to the numbers in Ranbai's mouth, and didn't say anything. He walked towards the forensic doctor step by step. His elegant and treacherous aura, in the elegant and noble temperament, revealed his arrogance and arrogance in his bones. mean.

The moonlight half shone on his side face, the silver-white mask covered his original face, and the thin lips that were dark red and bewitched curved into a romantic and cold arc.

Approaching step by step.

Every step I take, it seems to be walking through the valley of roses full of thorns, buckled in my heart.

Ranbai moved one step ahead of him, and the obliquely long shadow that fell on the ground was like a line of smoke, moving between the electric light and flint!

The volley side sweep is vaguely merciless.

The young man reacted extremely quickly to avoid it, dodged to the side, but did not allow him any time to breathe. In the air, the forensic doctor kicked him without hesitation, his long legs straight and with a cold and stern force.

Under the mask, no one could see the murderer's expression clearly. He leaned slightly to avoid it, and then stretched out his hand at that moment. His long, slender fingers easily clasped the forensic doctor's long legs when he kicked him. ankle.

The touch in one hand, the skin is beautiful, Wei Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingertips lightly brushed the skin of the white-stained ankle, and he smiled calmly: "We detective adults will start it as soon as we come up, isn't it too enthusiastic? "

The murderer's body temperature was extraordinarily cold, like the snow in the winter, and there was a slight coolness in the place where his fingertips rubbed. Dianbai supported the operating table next to him with one hand, and with a clever effort, he broke free from the restraint and spun half a circle in the air. Standing still, she said coldly, "I said hello to you."

Wei Ran raised her eyebrows lightly, noncommittal.

And in the next second, a punch slammed into his face and greeted him with a gust of wind when it hit.

Wei Ran turned his face sideways,

He quickly clasped the dyed-white wrist, tugged the person directly into his arms, and casually restrained her movement, "Others always beat people but not in the face, you're better, come up and say hello directly to the face. "

"Why, you want to disfigure your brother?" The murderer held the man in his arms. He leaned over, his breath was cold and seductive, his thin lips almost brushed his white ears, approaching the distance, one centimeter from the tip of the forensic doctor's ear. She stopped, the breath she exhaled sprayed on the tip of her ear, and she said with a low smile, "Brother's face is expensive."

Ranbai was almost leaning against the slender young man's arms, her back was pressed against the murderer's cold chest, separated by a thin layer of clothing, she could touch the other party's body temperature, it was as cold as snow, she sneered: "Mr. love."

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In the gloomy and gloomy night, half a ray of moonlight penetrated into the dissection room, on and off, vaguely sketching the two shadows that fell on the ground, overlapping together, regardless of you and me.

look up,

The tall and tall figure half hugged the person in his arms, leaned over and whispered in his ear, cold and ambiguous.

The murderer has long eyelashes and drooping, curvy and attractive curves. He slowly took out a blood-red rose, and then walked around the forensic doctor with one hand. The hand holding the rose was skinny and slender, like a work of art. The blood and red flowers contrasted with each other, making it appear more and more cold and white, against the cold and evil color of abstinence.

"Have a nice night." He whispered, his voice was pleasant and pleasant, his movements were noble and elegant, and he pinned the rose to the pocket of the forensic doctor's white coat, "I am very happy to meet you."

Wei Ran's long eyelashes half covered the color of the beautiful eyes, as if the deep twilight had precipitated, and he licked his thin lips, and the white and cold fingertips rubbed the back of the forensic doctor's neck. He lightly hooked the forensic doctor's white collar.

That is to say, at that moment, the forensic doctor suddenly moved. She grabbed the young man's wrist in an instant, and bent her leg back and kicked the man.

The two were shaking hands.

The blood-red rose that was pinned to the pocket of the forensic doctor's white coat swayed left and right with violent and violent movements.

The originally beautiful and soft petals fell into the hands of the dyed white, as if it had become a deadly knife, flashing with a sharp awn, and directly scratched and wiped the neck of the murderer, leaving a slender bloodstain on the neckline.

Wei Ran's movements paused for a moment, he felt a slight and insignificant tingling sensation in his neck, raised his fingertips and wiped it casually, and when he lowered his eyes, he could see a little blood stained on the fingertips.

He laughed suddenly, those light brown eyes were dark and deep, like a deep pool under the moon, the contradiction suppressed the dangerous interest, and he slowly praised, his tone was cold and strange, with a faint romantic meaning, A tone that is lingering like a ballad, almost drowning people in it: "Very good."

Hurt him with a gift from him.

very good.

"I really underestimate our big detective." He seemed strangely happy, unpredictable and strange, like an impenetrable mist.

The forensic doctor was calm and indifferent, the bunch of blood-red roses seemed to be her sharpest weapon, and she easily pinched five petals and flew out between her fingers, causing a fierce wind.

Wei Ran caught the few petals with his bare hands, clenched them in his hands, and slowly crushed them with force. The flower juice mixed with bright red blood flowed from his hands, and the complexion was cold and white, interweaving a thrilling beauty.

"Tick."

Drops of blood fell on the ground.

Ranbai stared at the murderer and asked, "Do you like it?"

In an instant,

She seemed to hear the murderer's low-pitched laugh, the tone bewitching and deadly.

The speed of the man's shot was very fast, and he couldn't catch it at all, and afterimages swayed out, and even the black windbreaker seemed to carry the wind.

During the fight, Wei Ran was reluctant to hurt his favorite baby in front of him. Inadvertently, the forensic doctor bumped into the cold corner of the operating table. Her expression was hidden in the darkness, and she could see the cold eyebrows and eyes, and she stared thoughtfully. The mask the killer was wearing.