Chapter 213

Sun Qinggui was surprised: "how about people?".

He stepped on it with one foot, leaned forward and looked, his head just sticking in.

All of a sudden, a rubber frame covered his head. Sun Qinggui suddenly became dizzy. He just stumbled under his feet and fell to the ground. At this time, a figure rushed over and killed the rubber frame.

For the first time, she hated her lightness and couldn't come to the top of Mount Tai. She was biting her teeth and lying on the rubber frame. Her free hand beat sun Qinggui's back. Unfortunately, she didn't wake up, she didn't have enough strength, and she couldn't hurt him with HuaQuan embroidery leg.

Sun Qinggui screamed several times.

Later, sun hegui realized that he was wrong, and immediately pulled out the Swiss Army knife at his waist. He didn't think so much. He jumped into the car. Who thought that Jiang Jiusheng had hidden behind the door, and suddenly kicked him with a back spin. He pressed his neck and pressed down as hard as he could.

Sun hegui was caught by surprise. His center of gravity was not stable. He stumbled a few times. He knocked his knee on the iron plate of the container. Such a fall made the knife slip out of his hand accidentally.

With this foot, Jiang Jiusheng made full use of his strength, relying entirely on his body's inertia, and naturally fell out with him.

Sun hegui's knee was scratched, and he swore, then went to pick up the sword that had fallen to the ground.

Just press on the rubber frame to talk about the calligraphy. Half of her body pours out and hugs sun hegui's leg. The rest of her body is still pressing sun Qinggui under the rubber frame. She doesn't know where her strength comes from. She clings to her death, takes a gap and turns around and shouts: "Sheng, run fast."

Sun hegui was hugged by his leg, unable to reach the knife, and was furious. He kicked at the tummy of talking about ink. He kicked several feet even if he didn't get rid of his anger.

Sun hegui is a reckless man with great strength. When talking about calligraphy, her chest was numb and her tears came out because of the pain. But she just did not let go. Like an octopus, she tried her best to hold sun hegui and shouted, "run, Sheng Sheng!"

As soon as she said something, sun hegui kicked her head, and the blood flowed in a flash. The wound on her neck didn't know when it was torn. The whole person was bleeding from above. She took a breath of blood and shouted: "Sheng Sheng, run."

Run?

She can't run, she can't run.

Jiang Jiusheng stood up with his body on his back, picked up a stick, raised it laboriously, and then smashed it into sun hegui's head.

Sun hegui turned his head and hit the stick on his shoulder, but he didn't have enough strength. He just had a bit of pain. He shook off the ink on his leg and grabbed the stick in Jiang Jiusheng's hand.

Beyond our control!

Sun hegui grabs the stick, changes his head to hold it, raises his hand, under the light bulb, there is a rusty nail at the end of the other end of the stick, which is nearly a finger long. He raises his head, points it at Jiang Jiusheng's head, and hits it hard.

She raised her hand and stopped it, but she was powerless. She was pushed back several steps. Her back hit the side wall of the container. Sun hegui held the end of the stick and pressed it down hard. The embroidered nail was just aimed at her neck, pressing down one by one, approaching her throat.

Seeing that Jiang Jiusheng is about to lose his support, he talks about how to get up from the rubber frame, touch the sabre on the ground, and stab at the back of the man.

Sun hegui's body shook, and he fell forward slowly. The knife on his back was pulled out by the way, blood splashed out, and ink was sprayed on his face.

She was stunned. Her hand trembled, and the sabre fell to the ground. There was blood on it.

Sun Qinggui, who was covered in the rubber frame, got up at this time. Seeing sun hegui lying on the ground, his back was full of blood, his eyes suddenly burst. He picked up the rubber frame.

"You killed my brother." Sun Qinggui's eyes were red. He raised the rubber frame to the height of his shoulder and said, "you two damn bitches."

Swearing and hurtling at them.

At the same time, Jiang Jiusheng pushed away the calligraphy, stumbled and fell to the ground, just touching the bloody sabre. She picked it up immediately and pointed to sun Qinggui: "don't come here."

Sun Qinggui's eyes were scarlet. He had no sense at all. He waved the rubber frame in his hand like crazy and smashed it at the ginger Jiusheng sitting on the ground.

Suddenly --

"bang!"

Sun Qinggui was stunned by the gunshot. The rubber frame in his hand fell off to the ground. He shook his hands, touched his left ear, and saw that his hands were full of blood.

"Ah --"

sun Qinggui screamed, paralyzed and sat on the ground.

Jiang Jiusheng suddenly raised his head and said, "Shijin."

She was still holding the sabre in her hand, and was dripping blood. Sun hegui was lying at her feet, with blood all over her back.

This scene is like the flower house of Wenjia eight years ago. At that time, she was the same, holding a knife and crying his name.

A moment of trance, blurred the years.

At this moment, he left all the laws and regulations he had memorized behind him. He just thought that she killed people and made the most instinctive response without rational judgment. He went to her and squatted in front of her, stretched out his hand, under the light, with long and white hands.

"Sheng Sheng, give me the knife." He said.Jiang Jiusheng was suddenly hit by the voice in her head. She raised her eyes and reflected the face of Shijin in her pupils.

In my memory, I also have this voice and such a pair of delicate and beautiful hands as jade.

"Sheng Sheng is good."

"Give me the knife."

She shook her hands and handed the knife to him as if she had been bewitched and bewitched.

Then, like a conditioned reflex, when Jin took the knife, instinctively and mechanically wiped the fingerprints on the handle of the knife with his sleeve, his reason was in a rout. He blurted out and subconsciously said, "you didn't kill it."

Then the siren sounded.

What a familiar scene, what a familiar hand, what's in the brain is crashing and obliterating.

Jiang Jiusheng stared at Shijin.

He took the knife, wiped off the fingerprints, took her hand, rubbed her blood all over his sleeve, then wiped her hand clean and told her, "don't admit it, you didn't kill it."

"Don't admit it, you didn't kill it."

That year, in the flower house of Wen's family, he said the same thing.

No, she killed it, Chen Jie said. Shi Jin holds the weapon in her hand. It turns out that the knife in his hand was handed to him by her. He is not the murderer, she is

She looked at Shijin and called him.

"Shijin."

Her body was teetering, she was shaking, she fell.

"Sheng Sheng!"

He smashed his knees to the ground and hugged her.

Outside the container, the siren sounded constantly. Later, Huo Yining held the gun and pointed to sun Qinggui, who was holding his head on the ground. "Police, raise your hand!"

Sun Qinggui, who had just squatted up, sat back on the ground and raised his hand full of blood.

Huo Yining looked inside the container. Sun hegui was stabbed in the back. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Sun Qinggui was shot in the ear, but it didn't hurt him.

Two witnesses, one on the ground, covered with blood, one in Shijin's arms, unconscious.

The situation was not too bad. When he moved his hand, it was self-defense. After Huo Yining thought about the coping strategies, he ordered: "take people out first and call an ambulance immediately."

Zhou Xiao did the same.

However, no one dares to touch Jiang Jiusheng. Shijin is full of rage. He walks out of the container with Jiang Jiusheng in his arms. He says nothing and his eyes are murderous.

In the whole area, it's like ice and snow. The air pressure is low and cold.

Huo Yining collected his gun, and suddenly his hand was grabbed.

Talking about the body of the ink treasure dragging off force, her face is covered with blood, her body is dirty, and she can't see people. Her eyes are clean. She grabs Huo Yining's hand and says earnestly: "Comrade police, I stabbed that man. You can see that I have blood on my hand, not Shengsheng stabbing." She stressed again and again, "Comrade police, you must not wronged a good man."

This is the second miss of the family.

Huo Yining looked at it for a while, his head was broken and his neck was hurt. Otherwise, it was OK and there was no serious injury. He explained: "if we take defensive actions against the ongoing murders, murders, robberies, rapes, kidnappings and other violent crimes that seriously endanger our personal safety and cause casualties to the illegal infringers, it is not excessive defense and we do not have to bear criminal responsibility."

"Ah?" Talking about ink treasure's face, it's muddled and wiped the blood on his face. It may be that his head is broken, not smart, and his face is the same as that of two lengzi. "I have a lump of shit in my brain now, and I can't understand it very well."

Huo Yining simply summed up: "it means that neither you nor Jiang Jiusheng should be held criminally responsible for stabbing him." Of course, Shi Jin is not a party, and has no unlimited defense right. Fortunately, he has beaten people's ears and saved people, which can also be regarded as self-defense.

Huo Yining breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Jin didn't shoot the kidnapper.

Talking about calligraphy, I understand: "Oh."

Don't go to jail, then she'll be relieved.

Then she turned her eyes. "Bang!" People fall back.

Huo Yining just wanted to help, Zhou Xiao shouted: "Captain, sun hegui is still angry."

"First aid as soon as possible."

Huo Yining just finished his command, and his hand was grabbed again. A bloody hand, he looked down and saw a bloody face and mouth: "Captain, I can save it again."

Finish saying, talk about the two legs of ink, completely unconscious.

Huo Yining: "..."

At four o'clock in the morning, it was good news that Xi Yao received a call from his Secretary Zhou Yue.

"Chairman, miss two is saved."

On Xiyao standing up immediately from the sofa in the ward: "where are the people?"

Zhou Yue replied, "it's in the emergency room now."

"Hurt?" Talking about Xiyao going to the outside of the ward, Yang hurriedly followed.

"I don't know the specific situation. I'm in the first aid room of Tianbei hospital. You can go to see the situation of the second miss in person."

Tan Xiyao hung up and went to the emergency building with Yang.In addition to the blood on the head and neck, the body of Tan Mo Bao was bruised. He took a CT, but it didn't come out. The doctor in the emergency room helped her deal with the wound. Just after the bandage was finished, someone got in the way.

Talking about Xi Yao's expression, he was very worried. He walked quickly to the hospital bed and asked, "is there any injury?"

There was no sound when talking about ink.

Can't you see it? Where was the injury.

It's hard to talk about Xiyao in a low voice. He said in a good voice: "it's good for people to come back."

When talking about calligraphy, he raised his head and said: "didn't you let me die outside? It's disappointing to see me back alive. "

Talking about Xiyao, he quickly explained: "Dad is not sincere, just a quick talker --"

she didn't want to hear a word, and coldly interrupted: "I don't know if he is sincere, but thanks to your blessing, I almost died outside."

When talking about siyaoton, he was speechless.

Yang's voice was very blunt: "why do you talk to your father like this? If we didn't call the police in time, how could you lie here?"

Alarm in time?

Talking about ink, he smiled: "so I also want to thank you, thank you for letting me be torn." If it wasn't for Sheng Sheng, she died at least twice today, thanks to these two people.

"You --"

She intercepted Yang's words: "I said how you would like to disclose my identity as the second daughter of my family. It's to protect your baby daughter from disaster." Otherwise, today's tie up is to talk about Guan Xi.

Just as Yang was about to speak, he suddenly raised his voice when talking about Calligraphy: "your daughter's life is worth money, is my life cheap?" She stares at Yang Shi. Her red eyes are full of anger. "Yang Pinghua, I don't owe you to my mother. Even my mother doesn't owe you to her. She is your heartless husband. He lied to my mother that he is unmarried. You have no eyes to find a scum. Why do you vent on me?"

Talking about Xiyao reaching out to pull her: "calligraphy --"

talking about calligraphy and shaking it away, her eyes are full of red blood. She named her family name and shouted: "and you, talking about Xiyao!" He glared at him, lost control of his emotions, and roared at him, "are you just wasting money on my father? I can only make one call. I have a lot of people to call. I can even ask my friends to send me ransom. But you are my father. I just thought, how can I be my own daughter? I will never care. I will never watch me die. " Her voice choked. She bit her teeth and couldn't shed a tear. She raised her head, covered her eyes and scolded, "my mother is really blind in the dog's eyes."

My own daughter, it turns out that she can watch her death.

Talking about Xiyao's eyes avoiding, he explained: "ink, dad thought you were joking."

Kidnap. His daughter was kidnapped. He said it was a joke.

Talking about calligraphy, he couldn't help laughing and sneering: "it doesn't matter how much you have to ask, only when you don't ask, it's a joke." She turned her head, broke her lips, swallowed all the acid in her throat, turned her head again, and said without expression, "you two roll, now roll."

Talking about Xiyao standing there, I want to stop talking.

Yang turned his head directly and asked the nurse behind him, "how is her health now?"

After all, it's family. The nurse thought that she was worried about the patient, so she comforted him and said, "don't worry, the patient is OK."

Ms. Yang can't wait to ask immediately, "can I have a blood draw?"

The nurse was stunned: "ah?"

Just kidnapped. What's the blood?

Tan Mo Bao understood everything. He looked at Tan siyao and said, "so you didn't come to see me?" She opened her mouth, stuck in her throat, and asked with difficulty, "is it to see my blood?"

Talking about Xiyao's silence for a long time, he somehow felt that his daughter, who had been ignored by him, suddenly became full of stabs. He subconsciously hid his eyes and his eyes retreated. After a few words of hesitation, he said: "your sister's heart condition is very bad. She needs to have surgery as soon as possible, but her blood coagulation function is not good."

"So," Tan Mo Bao looked up, and the wound on her neck was pulled. It was hot, but she was numb and asked her father, "want my blood again?"

Talking about Xiyao's explanation as much as he could, he said earnestly: "ink, she is your sister. If you don't operate this time, your sister will die."

But when she was dying, he let her die outside.

Talking about calligraphy, he sneered and smiled. His eyes were sore, red and hot: "I have nine lives or ten lives, which makes you think I will never die." She blinked her eyes, and the tears that she had endured for a long time came down. "Dad, I'm also flesh and blood, and I'll hurt and die. Talking about smiling life is life, isn't my life?"

Talking about Xiyao in a soft tone: "Mo Bao, this time, when the operation is finished -"

she can't listen, looks up and wipes her eyes: "you said the same thing when I first gave a blood transfusion to tan Xiaoxi. This time, she is a sister, you can save her, but what? You make me draw blood again and again. Only then can you remember that you have a daughter. " She opened her eyes wide and held back her tears, but as soon as she spoke, she choked her throat, like a small animal with a low sob, and squeezed out her throat word by word, "I've been thinking so many times, and I don't care about your family anymore, but I still stay. Why do you think? Is it me? Or am I greedy for your money? "Talking about Xi Yao's silence, he lowered his head. Under the light, he had obvious wrinkles on his face and white temples. Even in a straight suit, he still bent.

This is her father, the only one connected with her blood.

She still couldn't help crying out: "I'm the only one whose mother is you. When I leave, I have no relatives. I don't even know where to put my hukou. You haven't lived such a lonely and helpless life. Of course, you don't know how desperate I have to be. You'd rather be warm and cold in the future and live alone."

Talking about Xiyao stupefied for a moment: "what a person, ink, what are you talking about in the end?"

She turned around, wiped her face with the sleeve of the sick suit, inhaled, and turned.

Don't cry. Be more productive. Talk about calligraphy.

"Dad."

She called out and said, "this is the last time I've called you that." After a pause, her eyes were burned and her voice was hoarse, but she raised her voice. Every word was loud, determined and firm. "From today on, I'll talk about calligraphy and you about Xiyao breaking his father daughter relationship. After that, your Jiangdu family has nothing to do with me. You talk about whether the eldest daughter is alive or dead, and have nothing to do with me."

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