Forensic Medicine Qu Xiaoshui

Chapter 499 The Betrayer: Qin Gan (15)

Blood flowed from Qin Gan's leg, and the flesh was turned outward. A few drops of blood splashed on the black-haired man's trouser leg, and were quickly absorbed by the black cloth before disappearing.

Qin Gan clenched his teeth, and only let out a shallow muffled groan. Sweat trickled down his neck into the neckline. The blue veins on his neck bulged ferociously, but he laughed and said:
"What? What age is it, you still play such a childish game of torture? Can you do it?!"

The black-haired man ignored Qin Gan's provocation, and continued to draw another deep wound on Qin Gan's body expressionlessly.

This time the blood splashed on the man's face, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, closed his eyes to reflect on it, and then showed a sinister smile.

He laughed loudly, and the laughter became louder and louder, almost dying of laughter.

Crazy laughter echoed in the basement, just like the background music of a horror movie, eerily permeating:

"So the blood of the police and those people has the same taste? It seems that in the face of death, identity really doesn't matter at all."

The black-haired man seemed to be stimulated by the warm blood, and his whole body became more and more insane, and the warmth that once surrounded him was completely wiped out.

The man at this time only made people feel fearful, like a vampire who was extremely eager to kill and blood, and combined with his handsome appearance, it made people feel a sense of killing beauty in a trance.

His lips became bright red from licking blood, as if a thick layer of rouge had been applied, and his whole body was like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness.

Then he began to enjoy the questioning process, as if he had turned on an incredible switch and became a different person.

Asking for the password seemed less important. He enjoyed the moment when deep wounds were drawn on Qin Qian's body, and also enjoyed the feeling of blood splattering.

But the man persisted in asking questions, and every time he asked, a deep wound was cut on Qin Qian's body.

Just like in Ling Chi, Qin Gan could feel every time his flesh and blood were cut open.

At first, Qin Qian would answer that he didn't know, but later he simply saved the effort of answering, didn't say anything, and concentrated on fighting the pain in his body.

Some wounds gradually stopped bleeding due to blood coagulation, but more wounds were torn open again, which made Qin Qian look like a blood man, and his skin became pale.

Realizing that Qin Qian would die if he moved the knife again, the black-haired man regained his senses and finally stopped.

He picked up a white towel from the shelf, carefully wiped the butterfly knife in his hand clean, folded it, and put it in his pocket.

Looking at Qin Gan who was sitting on the chair with more air intake and less air output, the man sneered: "The mouth is really tough."

Obviously it was the one who committed the violence, but the black-haired man felt that he had failed completely. He was easily aroused by Qin Qian, who was now begging for death.

He wants to take the code to the grave.

Thinking about it this way, the black-haired man felt that there was a cloud of depression entrenched in his chest, blocking his throat, making him feel like he couldn't breathe, which made his breathing sound heavier and more powerful. So as not to suffocate.

He kicked Qin Gan hard, and left the basement angrily.

The sound of opening and closing the door sounded again, Qin Qian's head drooped, feeling the fishy sweetness in his mouth, and there was no pain in any part of his body, but he knew that the man should have left.

Before facing death directly, Qin Qian firmly believed that he would be able to withstand any torture, and he could do it without saying anything.

But when he was really so infinitely close to death, Qin Gan realized that he would also be afraid.

Qin Qian didn't know how long he could hold on. He didn't even groan later, because he was afraid that he couldn't help it, so he really told the black-haired man the password.He simply hypnotized himself as a mute, who couldn't even speak, so naturally he wouldn't tell others the password.

Whatever the man's real intent in asking for the password, it's definitely not a good thing for the undercover agents who store their identities in databases.

Feeling the gradual loss of blood, Qin Qian began to feel cold, his lips became pale, and he swayed uncontrollably.Both the skin on the face and the skin on the body become pale.

There is almost no complete part of his body, and the only place without a knife wound is probably his face.

Qin Qian's consciousness gradually became blurred, and his eyes could not focus.

Qin Qian felt that he was about to die.

After an unknown amount of time, the upstairs door was opened again, and the black-haired man quickly walked down the stairs carrying a suitcase.

The reappearing man changed his clothes and put on new shoe covers and gloves for himself.

He didn't rush to open the suitcase, but walked to the shelf, picked up a metal baseball bat, and picked up Qin Gan's head.

Seeing that his chest was still heaving, and estimating Qin Qian's blood loss, the black-haired man relaxed.

At this moment, Qin Gan was having a hard time even standing up on his own.

He pushed Qin Gan's wound with a baseball bat, and awakened Qin Gan from his coma with pain.

The black-haired man showed a nasty smile, and said:

"I've brought you back a great present."

Qin Gan struggled to even raise his head, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't support it at all. In fact, he had no interest in what the black-haired man brought back, it was nothing more than something used to torture him.

He is just waiting to die now, and when he really dies, his companions and comrades-in-arms will be safe.

I don't know if I noticed something was wrong when I didn't wait until I went online in the casino. I really didn't want my disappearance to affect the investigation of the bombing plan.

At this moment, Qin Qian still had time to think about something, but soon, his eyes widened, and the anger and vitality burned in Qin Gan's lifeless pupils again.

What did he see? ! !
This man actually brought a child! !

The black-haired man opened the suitcase and carried out a child whose hands and feet were bound.

He carried the child to the side of the tool rack, and casually placed the child on the ground.

His movements were quite gentle and did not hurt the child, but the child continued to cry.

Only then did Qin Gan realize that the black-haired man did not seal the boy's mouth, but the boy did not cry.

There is only one possibility.

The boy is dumb.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, I don't have the patience to continue playing games with you."

The dark-haired man walked up to the shelf.

This time he didn't choose a torture device, but opened a well-sealed freezer. He took out a medicine bottle that was only the size of a knuckle, and then randomly tore open a syringe.

Qin Qian watched helplessly as he injected the medicine into the syringe and walked slowly towards the child.

　Thanks to Ling Dafang for the two monthly tickets

　　Thank you so much for your support, darlings.
　　I'll be able to catch up soon enough,
　　Please support me a lot!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)