Chapter 3375

She looked at the empty anatomy room, slightly narrowed her eyes, lowered her eyes and played with the scalpel in her hand. After a little quiet, she put the scalpel away without stopping. It was only a few minutes before and after, as if she was just looking at it.

The medical examiner was still wearing a white coat, clean and slender, especially cold and abstinent. He turned to leave, but at that moment he heard a slight sound.

It's the sound of the window being pushed open.

Ran Bai looked back in an instant and just caught a tall young figure. He turned the window indifferently and yuppie. His skill was very neat. Behind him was a bright moonlight and ink splashing night, which obscured the murderer's figure. There was an unspeakable sense of mystery and dignity, and a scattered micro selection.

"See you again." the murderer seemed very happy and smiled in the dark. The lowered voice could not distinguish the original tone, but it was still clear, low and pleasant. He joked carelessly: "stubborn detective."

The forensics stood there without any waves. The light color, thin lips and cold sound quality could not hear the emotion from the tone. They only heard her spit out two numbers: "01."

The murderer squinted lazily and was indifferent to the numbers in dye's white mouth. He walked towards the forensic step by step. His elegant and treacherous aura showed the arrogance in his bones without any concealment in the temperament of the elegant aristocracy.

The moonlight half shone on his side face, the silver mask covered his original face, and the thin lips with bright red color bent into a romantic and cold arc.

Step by step.

Every step is like walking through the Rose Valley full of thorns and clasping it in my heart.

Dye Bai took a step ahead of him. The oblique shadow falling on the ground was like a thread of smoke, moving between lightning and flint!

The side scan in the air was merciless.

The young man quickly avoided and flashed to the side, but he was not allowed to have any breathing time. In the sound of breaking the air, the forensic doctor kicked him without hesitation, with long legs straight and cold strength.

Under the mask, no one could see the murderer's expression. He leaned back slightly to avoid it, and then stretched out his hand at that moment. His slender fingers with distinct bones easily clasped a white Ling ankle when the forensic long leg kicked it.

The tactility mastered by one hand is beautiful. Wei Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, gently crossed the dyed white ankle skin with his fingertips, and smiled calmly: "our detective started as soon as he came up. Is it too warm?"

The murderer's body temperature was particularly cold, as if it were winter snow. There was a slight coolness in the place where her fingertips had been rubbed. Dye Bai supported the operating table next to her with one hand. With a clever force, she directly broke away from the clamp, spun in the air for half a circle and stood firm. She said coldly, "I said hello to you."

Wei Ran picked it lightly and made no comment.

And in the next second, a punch greeted him in the face, and when it hit, it brought bursts of wind.

Wei Ran Kan turned his face. He quickly clasped his dyed white wrist, pulled the man into his arms, and casually restrained her movements. "Others beat people without hitting the face. It's good for you to come up and say hello directly to the face."

"Why, do you want to destroy your brother's face?" the murderer half clamped the man in his arms. He bent down casually, his breath was light and cold, and his thin lips almost wiped the dyed white ears, approached the distance, stopped one centimeter away from the tip of the forensic ear, and his exhaled breath sprayed on the tip of her ear. He said with a low smile: "my brother's face is expensive."

Dye Bai almost leaned against the slender young man's arms, his back against the murderer's cold chest, separated by a thin layer of clothing material, he could touch each other's body temperature. It was cold like snow. She said coldly: "Sir, I'm quite narcissistic."

In the dark night, half a wisp of moonlight penetrated into the anatomy room and faintly outlined the two shadows that fell on the ground, overlapping together, regardless of you and me.

Look up,

The tall and straight figure half hugged the person in his arms and leaned over to whisper in his ear. The ice was cold and ambiguous.

The murderer's long eyelashes drooped gently, and the radian was tender and attractive. He slowly took out a blood red rose, and then wound it around the forensic medicine with one hand. The hand holding the rose felt cold and slender, like a work of art. It matched with the rose blood red color, and looked more cold and white, with the cold and evil abstinence color.

"Have a nice night," he whispered, with a pleasant tone and elegant movements. He pinned the rose in the pocket of the forensic white coat. "I'm very happy to meet you."

Wei Ran's long eyelashes half covered the strange and beautiful eyes, as if precipitated a deep twilight, gently licked his thin lips, his white and cold fingertips gently rubbed the back neck of the forensic medicine, and the delicate skin under his finger belly was as jade, so he gently hooked the forensic medicine's snow-white collar.

That is, at that moment, the forensic medicine suddenly had an action. In an instant, she buckled the young man's wrist, bent her legs back and kicked the man.

The two men fought in a whirlwind.

The blood red rose pinned on the pocket of the forensic white coat swayed left and right with the violent and fierce action. Its color was gorgeous and strange. One of the rose petals was pulled down by the cold white fingers.

The originally beautiful and soft petals fell into ran Bai's hand, as if they had become a deadly knife, flashing a sharp awn, directly scratched the murderer's neck, leaving a slender blood mark on the neckline.

Wei Ran paused for a moment. He felt a slight stinging pain in his neck. He raised his fingertips and wiped them at will. When he hung his eyes, he could see a little blood on his finger abdomen.

He suddenly smiled. His light brown eyes were dark and deep, like a deep pool under the moon. The contradiction suppressed the dangerous interest. He slowly appreciated. His tone was cold and strange, vaguely with a bit of romantic meaning, like a ballad, which almost drowned people in the tone: "very good."

Hurt him with a gift from him.

Good.

"I really underestimate our great detective." he seems to have some strange pleasure, elusive strangeness, like an impenetrable mist.

The forensic medicine was calm and cold. The bunch of blood red roses seemed to have become her sharpest weapon. It was easy to pinch down five petals and fly out between her fingers, with a sharp wind.

Wei Ran caught the petals with his bare hands, held them in his hands, and slowly crushed them. The flower juice mixed with bright red blood flowed from his hands. His skin color was cold and white, interwoven with a soul stirring beauty.

"Tick."

Blood drops 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 laughter. The tone was bewitching and deadly.

The man was so fast that he couldn't catch it. He shook out afterimages. Even the black windbreaker seemed to be windy.

In the struggle, Wei Ran was reluctant to hurt his favorite baby in front of him. Inadvertently, the back of the forensic hit a corner of the cold operating table. Her expression disappeared in the dark, and she vaguely saw cold eyebrows and eyes. She stared thoughtfully at the mask worn by the murderer.