Forensic Medicine Qu Xiaoshui

Chapter 501 The Betrayer: Qin Gan (17)

The black-haired man took a few steps forward and approached Qin Gan.

Those words Qin Qian said deeply hurt his heart, and the resolute but still upright back also hurt his eyes.

"I don't need to bother you." The black-haired man's voice sounded behind Qin Gan.

Then, a huge thrust came from the back.

The reflexes he had developed over the years reminded Qin Gan that he should dodge quickly, but Qin Gan couldn't move his hands and feet at all.

He could only let himself fall down the steps.

His only movement was to hold the serum tightly to his chest.

His body rolled to the bottom, and Qin Qian was lying motionless on the ground like a corpse.

The little boy next to the shelf shrank back in fear. His little heart was full of fear and longing for his family, and he didn't dare to approach Qin Qian at all.

Of course, even if he wanted to get closer, he couldn't move.

Qin Qian felt that he had passed away for a short time, but he didn't really know how long he had been lying on the ground. It was different from the pain caused by his flesh and blood before. It's almost shattered.

He looked up at the little boy with difficulty, and was relieved to see that he was still alive.Then, realizing that the serum in his hand was also intact, Qin Qian finally smiled.

At this moment, Qin Gan's hair was disheveled, his body was covered with blood and dust, and his usually pretty face was also covered with dried blood.

Not to mention that smile is pretty, but it looks like a ghost, it's terribly frightening.

The overhead lights went out at some point, and the entire basement was dark and silent.

Qin Qian tried his best to stand up.His hands supported the ground, and his body shook a bit, but he still couldn't stand up.

He judged that his spine should have been broken, so he couldn't stand up.

Qin Gan remembered that the black-haired man said that the snake venom on the boy would kill him within three hours. Time was running out, so he had no choice but to crawl towards the boy with the syringe in his mouth and use his hands and feet.

At this time, the wound on Qin Qian's body was no longer bleeding, and his crawling posture was very strange. Ten fingers grabbed the ground vigorously, his thighs were bent, and he used the power of the soles of his feet to drive his body forward.

After a while, Qin Gan's ten fingers were bloody.

But he still achieved his goal.

Qin Qian crawled to the boy's side, he opened his mouth, but he could no longer utter a single syllable.

Qin Gan grabbed the boy's arm. The little boy was obviously very, very scared, with tears all over his face, but he didn't escape for no reason.

Obviously he was most afraid of injections, but at this moment he let the uncle in front of him who couldn't even see his face clearly give him an injection.

The light yellow snake venom serum was injected into the boy's body. Qin Qian threw away the syringe and hugged the little boy with his broken body, as if he wanted to convey a kind of strength to him, telling him not to be afraid, and to believe that he would be able to be saved.

While holding the boy, Qin Qian dipped his knuckles into saliva and wrote his last words on the wall, which was also the best wish he could give the boy in his magnificent life:
【Save the children】

It was Qin Qian's limit to write this line.

He could no longer see anything.

But whether it was an auditory hallucination or the real footsteps, Qin Gan let go of the little boy and crawled towards the opposite direction of the boy with great effort.

Qin Gan felt that he had climbed to the edge of the lake, where there was clear water, warm sun, gentle breeze, and pleasant-smelling but unknown flowers.

The breathing gradually became weaker, and Qin Qian still had a happy smile on his lips, and finally stopped moving.

In this life, he has been worthy of many people, and also sorry for many people.

If he could do it again, Qin Qian felt that he would never regret becoming a people's policeman.

The black-haired man stood beside Qin Gan and waited for 2 minutes. Seeing that his breathing had not stopped, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It's hard not to be surprised by Qin Gan's desire to survive, but the black-haired man doesn't intend to take his life and cause trouble for himself.

He walked to the shelf, casually picked up a wrench, and smashed it on the back of Qin Gan's head.Just a little effort was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Qin Qian's breathing completely disappeared, and his sharp eagle-like eyes lost their luster forever.

The black-haired man held the murder weapon and stood not far from Qin Qian's body and watched him for a long time. The expression on his face seemed to be crying, not crying, half smiling, and he didn't know whether he was mocking Qin Qian for dying so easily, or Laughing at his hypocrisy.

He took out his mobile phone to illuminate, picked up the syringe on the ground, snapped the cover on, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then he turned around and looked at the panicked eyes of the little boy, grinning, with a moody tone:
"You are really a great hero. Since he saved your life, and you have done me such a big favor, I will grant his last wish."

The black-haired man picked up the child on the ground, went to the side of the suitcase, tied up the little boy's hands and feet, and put him in the suitcase again.

At this time, only the man's mobile phone was shining a light source in the basement. The black-haired man looked around and felt that he had left no important clues, so he quickly left the scene with his suitcase on his shoulders.

He did keep his promise and loaded the suitcase into the car.

At this time, what he was driving was not the previous car, but a sedan with an unassuming red paint color.

After getting in the car, the man immediately took out a pocket, took off his gloves and shoe covers, stuffed them in casually, put on a maroon men's wig, and took out a pair of sunglasses from the passenger seat.

He took a picture with the rearview mirror, satisfied that there were no flaws, and then drove away from the scene.

Near a residential building, the man stopped the car, he opened the suitcase on the back seat, and carried out the little boy whose face was flushed from suffocation.

The man quickly untied the child, then took off his sunglasses, smiled at the boy and said:
"Come on baby, look into my eyes."

The man's smile was gentle and good-looking, like the most gentle and kind person, which made the child who had no discernment ability panic and frightened, and actually had a feeling of wanting to get close.

The little boy looked into his eyes obediently.

The man's eyes seemed to have a kind of magical power, as if a colorful vortex gradually formed, and even the voice seemed to come from afar:
"You slept in the park, and when you woke up, you couldn't find your mother or your father. You couldn't remember where your home was, so you had to keep walking, and then you met a kind security man. He gestured, wanting to go to the police uncle, he will help you go home."

The boy's consciousness became drowsy, and his eyelids gradually became heavy.

The man lifted the child out of the car.

He casually took a piece of clothing that was about the same size as the little boy and put it on for the boy, and stuffed the blood-stained clothes into his pocket.

(End of this chapter)