Chapter 3380 Forensic Adults, Please Arrest (Sixty-Two)

Chapter 3378 Forensic adults, please arrest (62)

This is his home ground.

Another "click" sound, cold and crisp as thin glass.

The handcuffs were gently stroked by Wei Ran on the forensic doctor's wrist.

The hands of the two were completely tied together by handcuffs.

"I like it very much." In the long-term occupation, youth and coldness collided with the most confused and sexy, like a devil and seductive. He gave a low smile in Ranbai's ear, and his tone was cold and sturdy, with a gentleman's voice. "Thank you for your hospitality," said gracefully.

The forensic doctor's brows were pressed down, with a coldness like frost and snow. Those eyes were like a cold river in a winter night, and it seemed that they could freeze people in them. She suddenly raised the wrist that was handcuffed.

Because the two were handcuffed together, once Ranbai moved, Wei Ran would also follow.

The murderer raised his hand with the strength of the dyed white, and the cold silver-white handcuffs shackled the two of them tightly, glowing with a cold light, and absurd ambiguity was faintly born in this atmosphere.

Wei Ran liked the way the two of them were handcuffed together, and he fondled the cold handcuffs, lazily and frivolously: "What should I do, the forensic doctor is also handcuffed."

"Very happy?" Ranbai looked at Wei Ran coldly.

"A little bit." He answered slowly, seemingly true and false.

As he said that, Wei Ran casually shook his wrist, the handcuffs collided with a crisp and cold sound, and the clasped hands of Ranbai also swayed with his movements.

Wei Ran looked like he had found a new and interesting toy. He couldn't put it down for a while and played with it. He seemed to have some novel interest. Every time Dianbai moved expressionlessly with the murderer's movements, his wrists swayed in the air. , she controlled her strength, and dragged the person directly in front of her, with a deep voice: "boring."

Dyeing her white brows was uncontrollable indifference and irritability. She originally wanted to find the key to the handcuffs, but who knew that the murderer smiled long, the uncuffed hand was playing with a cool and small object, and she asked casually, "Lord forensic doctor? Looking for this?"

That's the key to the handcuffs.

Wei Ran just slipped out of the dyed white pocket.

Ranbai glanced coldly, and quickly retracted it, with a calm voice: "Sir, do you think I have to use the key to open the handcuffs?"

"I don't need it." Wei Ran raised his eyebrows lazily, he dragged his last tone, his tone was gentle and frivolous, with a bit of evil spirit, "Then I..." threw it away.

Before the remaining two words were finished, they were annihilated between the lips and teeth.

Ranbai grabbed the young man's black tie with one hand, and with a ruthless force, he pulled the man in front of him, and lowered his eyes to bite the murderer.

It was really biting where the blood vessels in his neckline were.

Wei Ran made a move.

He could have refused, but he didn't.

"Clap--" a sound.

The key to the handcuffs fell off his fingertips and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, but no one paid any attention.

Dianbai was pulling the murderer's tie, and the white fingers were wrapped with black texture, lining the color of cold abstinence. When Wei Ran raised his chin slightly, his thin lips moved up while breathing, and he bit the corner of his lips along the line of his neck. , Blood soon oozes out, a strong bloody smell spreads out, and the murderer snorts in a hoarse and hoarse voice.

But he didn't push away the dyed white, instead his crazy and confused choices deepened. He was half leaning on the cold operating table, a ray of moonlight leaked in and sprinkled on the youth, flickering and flickering, with a long leg bent, black trousers lining. With straight lines, it contains the desire for strength and beauty.

Wei Ran's handcuffed hand rested on her bent knee at will, and pressed her kiss in that way.

The panting was fast and sexy.

Ranbai forcibly destroyed the pair of handcuffs holding the wrists of the two with the most brutal means, and whispered in the young man's ear, "Sir, your kissing skills are not good."

The dismantled handcuffs fell mercilessly to the ground.

In the next second, the forensic doctor ripped off the black tie that Wei Ran was wearing and wrapped it around his fingertips. Such a movement was both tempting and cold.

"No?" Wei Ran laughed hoarsely, with a bewitching tone, a bit playful and presumptuous, "Then why do we, the forensic doctor, pant so hard?"

Ranbai is calm and indifferent: "This kind of kissing method will make anyone gasp."

Wei Ran was leaning halfway on the operating table, as if he had no bones all over his body. When his long legs were bent, the ankles were white. His eyes were gleaming because of the kiss. When dyed white, there is a dark and deep sense of danger, and when he chuckles, it is a little careless: "But no forensic doctor will kiss a criminal."

With an expressionless face, the dyed white wrapped the torn tie around the murderer's wrist, tightly binding his hands.

Wei Ran let the dyeing white move, lowered his eyes and watched her tie him up, muttered, and said with a very indecent ruffian: "So our forensic adults still like this kind of gameplay?"

Yanbai ignored Wei Ran's words, tied him to death, and then stood up indifferently and took a step back. The white coat was sternly smoothed by her, and it became meticulously cold again, with half-drooping eyes. , looked down at the murderer.

The night became more and more gloomy and gloomy. There was no light in the dissection room, and it was plunged into a dead silence. Only a few strands of white and quiet moonlight came in from the half-opened window, spreading a bright light on the ground. Mie Mie outlines the outline of the man, bathed in the moonlight.

He sat up slightly, leaning lazily on the operating table that was so cold that there was no trace of temperature, and bent a straight and slender leg.

Dianbai has never seen the murderer look like this before, the black trench coat is open, the snow-white shirt is very messy, and it is worn loosely on the body, full of indentations and wrinkles, the silver-white buttons are untied several times, the tie is pulled out, and the neckline is again When people tear it apart, the lines of the collarbone are unobstructed, glowing with a lustrous jade-like luster, dotted with red marks and mottled, which is reverie.

The scenery looking down was half-covered and half-hidden in the shirt, making it more and more seductive and seductive. The hem of the shirt slipped out of the belt at some point, and the metal buttons on the belt were cold in color, and a thin and beautiful waist line was faintly visible.

In particular, his shirt sleeves were loosely rolled up, his hands and wrists were tied together by black ties, and the diamond ring on his tail finger was cold and shiny, and his cold white skin turned red under friction, with fair complexion. It contrasts with the pure black tie, and even the color of the phalanx looks pale, creating a distinct and strong visual contrast.

In this way, it is messy but not embarrassed, but has a cruel and wild beauty, revealing an ambiguous ecstasy.

The forensic doctor looked at him silently, frowning imperceptibly, but it didn't seem to be there.

Wei Ran noticed the dyed white eyes, and raised his eyes lazily, just in the sight of the forensic doctor, his eyes were facing each other, and he slightly raised his lips.

"Does it look good?"