Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 452 Nightmare
As Jin Ping'an rushed over, Fang Donghai easily turned to the side and kicked him in the heel.

If your Achilles tendon is attacked, you'll fall down no matter how much hatred you feel.

Jin Ping'an, who was lying on his back, tried to grab Fang Donghai's leg, but the other party wouldn't give him that chance.

puff.

Fang Donghai pulled his hand away only after the hilt of the short sword had been embedded in Jin Ping'an's abdomen.

The moment the short sword left his hand, it seemed to liquefy and pierced into Jin Ping'an's abdomen.

Without a dagger to stop the wound, blood gushed out of the opening in his abdomen as if it were deadly.

Jin Ping'an, lying on his back, raised his head, but instead of looking at his abdomen, he used all his strength to say to Fang Donghai, "You...stop...right there..."

The nerve pain in my heels and abdomen makes it impossible for me to stand up.

Jin Ping'an didn't even have the strength to speak, and could only watch helplessly as Fang Donghai turned around.

boom! boom! boom!
Three gunshots rang out in succession, hitting Fang Donghai.

Fang Donghai had no intention of killing Jin Ping'an's bodyguard.

However, since the other side saw that he had been shot, in order to protect the secret of the mask, they absolutely could not leave him alive.

Fang Donghai pulled a pistol from the holster of another bodyguard's corpse and fired a bullet back without turning his head.

Without a doubt, the bullet hit him squarely in the head.

Jin Ping'an, his vision blurred by tears and blood loss, stared intently at Fang Donghai with eyes full of resentment, but Fang Donghai shook off the bullets from his body as if nothing had happened.

For a moment, Jin Ping'an didn't know whether the scene of the masked killer shooting him was a hallucination caused by excessive blood loss.

However, a few shards of glass, smaller than a fingernail, fell out of the hole in his pocket as he shook.

Jin Ping'an placed his left palm on one of the fragments, gripped it with all his might, and plunged it into his palm.

After doing all this, he completely lost consciousness.

Fang Donghai didn't notice Jin Ping'an's subtle movements. With a grim expression, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, whose screen had been shattered by a bullet.

Without Blackwater's support, Fang Donghai had to rely on his mobile phone to contact some bounty hunters for backup.

The broken phone meant he would have to walk to the nearest town.

Most of the guards in the entire estate were heading towards the clock tower garden.

Before everyone arrived, Fang Donghai pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the dying Jin Ping'an.

At this moment, Jin Ping'an had already fainted due to pain and blood loss.

boom!
The bullet aimed at Jin Ping'an was intercepted by a small mass of black matter.

"go to hell!"

boom! boom! boom! boom……

Fang Donghai knew the pistol couldn't harm him, but he still emptied the magazine at Jin Ping'an in a fit of rage.

The continuous gunfire provided the armed forces inside the manor with a clear direction.

Fang Donghai knew he couldn't delay any longer.

So he threw down his pistol and broke through the nearest wall.

The crying face mask is the most effective mask when facing ordinary people, bar none.

He easily broke free of the encirclement and headed towards the distant town.

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Drop, drop, drop...

"Huh...huh...huh..."

With heavy breathing, Jin Ping'an slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling and part of a breathing mask.

A sense of weakness permeated every cell of his body.

Jin Pingan turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, his gaze first falling on the electronic clock.

The date above is one day earlier than I remember.

As Jin Ping'an continued to observe, the hospital ward was completely shattered; everything before was just a nightmare illusion.

The image of Cheng Lejia being grabbed by the neck and lifted up flashed through my mind again.

The next second, Jin Ping'an's eyes blurred with tears.

“Squeezing someone doesn’t necessarily kill them… How could a normal person… break someone’s neck with one hand… Le Jia must still be alive… That was all just a figment of my imagination…”

Jin Ping'an endured the throbbing pain in his chest and kept reassuring himself.

No matter what excuses he made, he couldn't convince himself that it was a hallucination.

Jin Ping'an reached out and pulled off his oxygen mask, then got up from the hospital bed, supporting himself with one hand and clutching his abdomen with the other.

The newly stitched wound started bleeding again because of the movement.

Because the short sword itself is not very large, the area of ​​the stab wound is very small.

Jin Ping'an reached behind his back to untie the bandage, then tightened it with all his might, before tying an even tighter knot in front of him.

As long as the abdominal bandage is tightened enough to affect breathing.

Let alone the pain from the wound, you might not even feel it if someone stabbed you where the bandage is.

This also helps to stop the bleeding.

This is one of the few useful pieces of knowledge that Jin Ping'an has learned.

To relieve the pain in his abdomen, Jin Ping'an's first reaction was to raise his left hand and search for the piece of phone screen embedded in his flesh.

When committing murder, the perpetrator is unlikely to carry anything unrelated, especially an item like a mobile phone that contains a large amount of information.

This was the only clue he had to find out the killer's true identity.

However, the medical staff obviously wouldn't overlook such an obvious wound and had already cleaned up the fragments.

Jin Ping'an's movement of pulling out the oxygen tube and getting up indeed alerted Jiang Kaiji, who was guarding outside the ward.

Tian Hao entrusted him to look after Jin Ping'an.

Tian Hao knew he wasn't good at comforting people, and even if someone sacrificed their life, he wouldn't show any emotion until the case was solved.

So Tian Hao simply stopped meeting with Jin Ping'an and had Jiang Kaiji talk to Jin Ping'an on his behalf.

"Why did you get out of bed! Your wound was only stitched up a short while ago!"

As soon as Jiang Kaiji opened the door, he saw Jin Ping'an standing barefoot by the hospital bed and quickly went over to support him.

"Where are the things?" Jin Ping'an asked, head down.

Jiang Kaiji ate some rice cereal, then, remembering Tian Hao's instructions, suddenly realized: "Things? You mean the shards of glass in your palm? When the doctor was cleaning the wound earlier..."

"Where's the trash can?!"

Jin Ping'an, who had lost control of his emotions, grabbed Jiang Kaiji's arm and roared.

Those shards of glass were his only clue to finding the killer, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Even if it means searching through every trash can in the hospital, or even all the garbage trucks, we have to find it!

"You didn't throw away those glass shards! Hey! Stop scratching! Your wound was just stitched up!"

Jiang Kaiji wanted to break free from Jin Ping'an's grasp, but he was worried that if he used too much force, the stitches in his wound would come undone.

He had no choice but to pull out one arm, take a small bag containing blood-stained shards of glass from his pocket, and shout, "It's right here! Calm down!"

Jin Ping'an immediately let go and snatched the transparent packaging bag.

This small, transparent bag didn't contain glass; it contained his hope for revenge.

(End of this chapter)