When I returned to the hotel, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. I originally wanted to go to the Tengma Diaotai that night, but who knew that the sudden incident had caused a lot of trouble.

But I was proud and said, "You don't know what contribution I have made."

Although the surveillance video proved that Yi Wan San was innocent, at least half a street of people saw him chasing Ma Chao all the way. When asked about the reason for the fight, Yi Wan San suddenly had a thought.

He said "honestly": "At that time, he and I were talking about Zhang Tong's case."

The two police officers who took the transcripts for him subconsciously glanced at each other.

Zhang Tong's case was a hot case in Nantian County.

Ten thousand three thousand pretended not to see it, and continued to "express" his grievances: "I'm just kidding me, I told him that at that time, you and that woman were on the bridge, and who killed the person may not be sure."

"Who knew he was anxious. He threw me such a hot casserole. Comrade police, it was hot and hot. If you were to be splashed, how could you not be anxious? I was anxious at that time and jumped up and chased him and beat him..."

His expression was aggrieved and sincere, and he was indeed injured, and his whole body was smelling of seafood. The police sympathized with him and nodded at him.

Speaking of this, Ten Thousand San Shu was relieved: "Look, did I successfully invade the police, throwing bricks and causing me to slowly throw out the suspicious points of the case of the little boss lady?"

Cao Yanhua said: "Brother San San, stop throwing it away. Take off your clothes quickly and see if your shoulders are hot. And your hands are covered, right?"

Ten thousand San felt that he was indifferent, and he was a little hurt. However, he was very helpful to him because someone was nervous about him.

So he took off his coat, lifted the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it off his head.

After taking it off, I found that Muyo and Yan Hongsha were both opposite each other. Tyranny San was a little embarrassed. Seeing that both of them were calm, they felt incredible. They thought to themselves, what kind of world is now? When a woman saw a man taking off her clothes, she didn't say he could avoid it.

When Cao Yanhua helped 13,000 to deal with cold compress, Luo Ren briefly explained the speculation he had talked with Mu Dai before.

Yan Hongsha was originally lying on the sofa, but she sat up after hearing this: "The evil sword is on Ma Chao?"

Thinking about it, it’s so annoying: “That’s right, just his ruthless rumor.”

Neither Yi Wansan nor Cao Yanhua made a statement immediately. After a while, Cao Yanhua said: "If it is really on him, this Ma Chao will be... weaker, right?"

He was chased by his third brother for half a street. It was not that he looked down on Ten Thousand Three, but to be honest, Ten Thousand Three's combat power was ranked fifth among the five of them.

Yan Hongsha said: "This cannot be seen whether the individual is strong or not, but what the destructive power looks like. The old clam is quite powerful, but wasn't it taken away by us? Ma Chaowei is weak, did Muyo almost be sent to prison by him?"

It seemed to make some sense, and Cao Yanhua didn't say anything.

Luo Ren pondered: "Let's assume that the evil Jian is on Ma Chao, then what's going on with the other people? Ten thousand San obviously didn't push people, and four people stood up and said they were convinced that they saw it."

When Cao Yanhua mentioned those four people, he became angry: "It's a big loss now that there are surveillance monitors. If he had been released in the past, he would have been cheated to death by them."

Mu Dayi thought for a while: "Can it be Ma Chao's instructor?"

Yan Hongsha didn't understand: "Ma Chao was so immersed at that time."

Kiyo explained: "This kind of instruction is not necessarily the face-to-face teaching that we are familiar with. After all, the evil censor in him may be similar to a kind of mental control, which allows people to say specific words."

Cao Yanhua said: "If this is the case, he will also control my third brother, so why should he be so embarrassed to be chased?"

Kimyo didn't answer, but Ten Thousand San said hesitantly: "Is it possible that he can't control me?"

He raised his hand, and had just tied a bandage on his hand, wrapping it like a bear's paw: "I remember, as soon as my hand pressed his face, he screamed, as if...it hurts so much."

At that time, his hand was bleeding, and the blood hit Ma Chao's face. The blood of the five people had surrounded three evil swords. Is it because their blood had a restraining effect on evil swords that Ma Chao's reaction was so intense?

But is the evil Jian afraid of their blood to the extent?

***

In the middle of the night, Luo Ren turned over from the bed and sat up. After thinking for a while, he put on his clothes and came out.

Without driving, the car was too conspicuous here. Fortunately, the city was very small and we arrived at the hospital soon.

I looked at the time, at 2 a.m.

The hospital was very quiet, and the hustle and bustle of the day seemed to have fallen asleep. There was a nurse on duty in the outpatient hall. I knew someone was coming in and I didn't even bother to raise my head, just thinking that he was the family member of any visiting patient.

Luo Ren was not in a hurry and followed the signs and searched for it layer by layer. Ma Chao's condition was very serious. Now he was either in the morgue or in the intensive care unit.

He was soon found.

I don’t know if it’s lucky. The standards for intensive care here are quite simple. Although various instruments barely meet the standards, the staff are equipped with relatively loose. After checking the readings of various instruments, the nurse on duty yawned and pushed the door open.

Luo Ren avoided in the shadows and watched her disappear at the end of the corridor before quickly dashing to the door and entering.

When the door was closed, the room suddenly became quiet. The life index of the digital screen flashed with green light in the darkness. The slight sound of various instruments running was not 100% silent at all.

Ma Chao's breathing sound wandered in the dark room, and his chest was fluctuating slightly.

Luo Ren walked to the bed, turned on the flashlight mode on his phone, and looked at Ma Chao's face.

The burning bubbles he saw before, like a pictographic character "mouth", had almost faded, leaving only a light red mark.

Luo Ren put his phone aside and took out the knife he carried with him. The blade passed through the belly of the index finger of his left hand. He watched the blood curd, then reached out to Ma Chao's face and shook it gently.

Blood dripped on Ma Chao's face and slid down his cheeks.

Apart from the color, it is no different from the slip of a drop of water. The imagined burning bubbles and abnormalities did not happen.

Luo Ren frowned, paused, and quietly retreated.

***

When I returned the same way, the night wind was rustling, my mind was very messy, and I had many questions.

If Jing Jian is afraid of blood, why does he have no reaction to him? If he is not afraid, how can he explain the matter of 13,000?

When I turned into an alley, my eyes drooped and I suddenly saw the shadow on the ground.
Chapter completed!