Chapter 80 Please God bless me...
The moldy brick wall at the entrance of the alley exuded a chill. When Shen Qing was roughly dragged out of the teleportation array by the little ghost, his back hit the tile wall heavily.
There were faint drops of blood seeping from her back, flowing down along the hem of her clothes, and spreading dark red flowers on the bluestone slabs.
He gasped in pain and fell weakly to the wall.
The little ghost was holding a green will-o'-the-wisp and spinning around anxiously. Its translucent body flickered, and its shrill voice echoed back and forth in the narrow alley.
"Ma'am, please hold on! How can I help you?"
The shrill voice was actually tinged with tears. If anything happened to Shen Qingze, not only would Yeluvis take action, even the Black and White Impermanence would tear his hands off.
Shen Qing bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to wake up, and a sweet and fishy feeling surged in his throat.
He remembered that the silver bell on Ye Xiang's wrist was exactly the same as that of the man in black robe, so he was basically sure that the two were definitely in the same group.
Now is not the time to be entangled. Ye Xiang will not hurt Xiao Qihao, but his determination to kill Shen Qingze is colder than the rotten water at the end of the alley.
His trembling fingertips left messy afterimages on the phone screen. He thought that the only place that could accommodate him was the police station.
But when I opened the taxi app, I remembered that it was definitely not a wise move to expose my location so blatantly.
He had heard the sound of wind not far away, and was afraid that the pursuers were coming.
Cold sweat slid down his forehead into his eyes. Shen Qing staggered and held onto the mottled wall. His fingertips fumbled for the last teleportation talisman in his arms. The cinnabar on the talisman had long been blurred by the blood stains.
The little ghost suddenly let out a shrill scream, and in the distance came the sound of tiles breaking.
Shen Qing pressed the talisman against his chest, and his spiritual power gathered with difficulty like a stream that was about to dry up. The talisman suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light.
"I'm counting on you... If you can really get to the police station and find a police captain named Fang..."
Before his consciousness fell into darkness, he heard the little ghost's heart-wrenching cry. He used the last bit of his strength and consciousness to activate the teleportation talisman, hoping that the god of luck would bless them...
Inside the talisman formation, he vaguely saw a blood-red long blade emerging from the shadow at the alley entrance, and his own blood-stained palm falling limply. His consciousness completely dissipated, and he fell powerlessly into the darkness.
Yeluvis... Please, God bless me...
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Fang Changling's pen tip poked heavily on the case analysis chart, and the blue-black ink spread on the whiteboard.
"Xi Yang, the seventh victim's wound is jagged, obviously caused by a modified paper cutter. Do you really want to label this serial murder as a homicide?"
"There is so much information, how would I know that the intern made a mistake and gave you a case from another group?"
Qin Xiyang rubbed his forehead tiredly. He had been working overtime for several days in a row. During his lunch break, a stupid intern sent the wrong reports to several research groups.
The purple bruises under his eyes made him look much older...
"Have you checked the records of the theft at the gold shop last Friday?"
Another police officer from the case team asked,
A reckless newcomer suddenly overturned a chair, and the metal legs of the chair made a harsh sound when they rubbed against the ground.
"Modifying a paper cutter requires specific tools, and surveillance shows that the suspect..."
"Something happened! Quick!"
The glass door was banged against the wall. Xiao Zhang, a police officer from the intelligence team, turned pale and his tie hung askew around his neck.
"Outside! Consultant Shen, he..."
Fang Changling's pen fell to the ground with a "click". The moment he and Qin Xiyang looked at each other, the air seemed to freeze.
The two rushed to the corridor almost at the same time, and the sound of their leather shoes hitting the ground was like rapid drumbeats.
The crowd gathered in front of the police station parted like a tide, and Shen Qing lay on his back on the asphalt road, his whole body soaked in dark red, with his hair stuck to his pale forehead.
His right hand was still tightly clenched, and inside it were strands of burnt talisman ashes and a bloody protective sword, which glowed strangely in the sunlight.
“Get out of the way!”
Fang Changling knelt on one knee, his fingertips trembling as he probed for his carotid artery.
The warm blood quickly dyed his cuffs red. Qin Xiyang had already opened Shen Qingze's collar to check the wound.
The constant chatter in the crowd was suddenly interrupted by the sound of police sirens. When Fang Changling looked up, he saw veins popping out on Qin Xiyang's forehead, and his teeth almost biting his lower lip until it bled.
"Stretcher! First aid kit!"
Fang Changling roared as he picked up Shen Qingze. The blood-soaked cloth stuck to his palms like a piece of melting ice.
Qin Xiyang was protecting the injured man's drooping arm as they stumbled into the police station. The glass door behind them reflected several quickly disappearing figures in the crowd.
Shen Qingze couldn't hear clearly what was going on around him. His consciousness had completely sunk. He could only feel himself floating, feeling very uncomfortable and panicked...
The smell of disinfectant made Shen Qingze's nose sore. He opened his eyes with difficulty. The incandescent light on the ceiling turned into a pale spot of light in his field of vision.
Amid the regular ticking of the monitor, he could feel that he was lying in a very warm place.
It seemed that the people beside him noticed his movements, and there was a sound of cloth rubbing anxiously.
"Qing Ze?"
Fang Changling almost fell to the bedside, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
"How do you feel? Where does it hurt? What's going on?"
He asked questions in rapid succession, his voice more hoarse than ever before.
Shen Qing wanted to speak, but was seized by a sudden violent cough. A fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat. He subconsciously clenched the corner of the quilt, and the wound that had not yet completely scabbed was faintly visible between his fingers.
Qin Xiyang, who was whispering with the female doctor in a white coat by the window, turned around suddenly, and his military boots slammed heavily on the ground.
The female doctor, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked quickly forward. As her fingertips rested on Shen Qingze's wrist, the monitor beeped rapidly.
"Don't talk."
The female doctor opened Shen Qingze's eyelids and observed his pupils.
"Your pulse is too fast. You need a sedative."
"Don't use the medicine yet!"
Qin Xiyang suddenly held her hand, his brows twisted into a knot.
"Let him explain the situation first."
Before he finished speaking, the female doctor gave him a fierce look.
“People are like this!”
Shen Qing shook his head with difficulty, his throat aching as if he had swallowed broken glass. He raised his hand with great effort and patted the palm of Fang Changling's hand. His nails stained with blood scabs left dark red marks on his skin.
When Qin Xiyang leaned over, Shen Qingze's voice was almost lost in the sound of the monitor: "...Qihao...save him quickly..."
Qin Xiyang frowned instantly, and he told Fang Changling what he heard in disbelief.
Fang Changling's face turned pale instantly, because he remembered that a few days ago, Xiao Qihao called him and said that he wanted to take a leave, and he and Shen Qingze would go to investigate a case and would not return to the police station for a few days.
Now Shen Qingze is so injured that he is unconscious.
What about Qihao? ! Where is Xiao Qihao!
He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and his eyes were red. He wanted to wake Shen Qingze up, tell him the truth, and tell him what had happened!
But the female doctor stopped him directly and ordered the two of them not to enter the ward until the patient woke up and stabilized.
Fang Changling stood outside the door, looking at Shen Qingze who was unconscious on the bed, with complicated eyes...
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