Chapter Twenty-Six: The Man in White

In the dark night sky, a crescent moon hangs lonely on it, and a faint cold moonlight spills on the earth!

Zhuo Wenjun and Zhao Zhiming curled up on the stool, looking at the time, it was only eleven o'clock, and now they began to feel that the night was difficult, if it weren't for Lin Haoxuan's big bag of food enough to pass the time and replenish energy, this night would seem to be longer and sad, Zhao Zhiming stretched his waist, moved his cold hands and feet, and tried to make himself more sober.

Zhao Zhiming twisted his neck and said: "Alas, it turns out that staying up late is so hard, no wonder that kid ran away without a trace, and cheekily said that he didn't want us to see the upset, obviously he just didn't want to keep vigil." ”

Zhuo Wenjun yawned, took out a small mirror, looked at his face, and said: "Alas, women staying up late are the easiest to get old, after this case, I will definitely sleep more and make up for it." ”

Zhao Zhiming involuntarily yawned and said, "You girls are just a lot of things, always worried about your flower and moon appearance, Wenjun, you look at it first, I'll go to the toilet." ”

Zhuo Wenjun raised his head and looked around, stood up, and said, "Zhiming, can you wait and go again?" To be honest, I'm not afraid of gangsters, this gloomy hospital always gives me the creeps. ”

Zhao Zhiming just wanted to make fun of Zhuo Wenjun, at this time, a man in white slowly walked over at the end of the corridor, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, two bright red marks on his face, a machete in his left hand, and an instrument in his right hand, and walked towards Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun with hooked eyes, making people feel extremely hideous and afraid, and an indescribable danger became stronger and stronger with his steps.

Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun suddenly became nervous, their right hand had pressed the gun on their waists, the man in white suddenly threw out an iron can from the instrument rack, Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun thought it was a bomb, quickly lay down, and at the same time pulled out the pistol in their waists, the iron can fell to the ground, did not explode, but immediately emitted an unpleasant smell, the gas quickly caused strong irritation to Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun's eyes, nose, respiratory tract and skin, etc., making them feel very, very uncomfortable.

Zhuo Wenjun immediately covered his mouth and nose, coughed constantly, tears were about to come out, at this time, the man in white had already put on a gas mask, rushed up with a machete, Zhuo Wenjun tried his best, a side kick swept towards the lower plate of the man in white, the man in white flashed slightly, and at the same time bullied forward, the machete had arrived in front of Zhuo Wenjun, Zhao Zhiming was in a hurry, the pistol smashed over, the man in white saw an unknown object attacking in the haze, and hurriedly used the machete to chop, and the pistol fell behind.

At this time, Zhuo Wenjun had already relieved his breath, a side kick, kicked the hand of the man in white holding the knife, the man in white was also quite strong, endured the pain in his wrist, the machete slashed diagonally to the bottom, Zhuo Wenjun hurriedly closed his legs to stabilize his body, the gun in his hand opened the insurance, and he couldn't care about the quiet of the hospital anymore, raising his hand to the man in white is a shot, the man in white couldn't dodge, and was shot in the shoulder, at this time, Zhao Zhiming also pounced, and the man in white saw that it was difficult to please, and hurriedly fled towards the exit of the corridor.

The sound of gunfire obviously pierced the tranquility of the hospital, and all the closed wards opened their doors to watch at this time, but when they opened the door, they saw that the gas in the corridor had not yet dispersed, and the irritated people's eyes were difficult to open, and they felt depressed and panicked, thinking that the hospital had been shot and caught fire, so the patients on the entire second floor could run and start moving, and those who could not run and could not move also came to the corridor with the help of their families, and the doctors and nurses also came out one after another, comforting the patients while checking the cause.

Zhuo Wenjun and Zhao Zhiming didn't dare to run away to breathe fresh air, so they could only hide in Niu Ben's ward to gasp, the fight just now was already very draining their energy, coupled with the gas stimulation used by the man in white, they were powerless to pursue the man in white at all, not to mention that protecting Niu Ben was the most important thing, so they could only write down the appearance of the man in white in their minds and wait for tomorrow to do the puzzle.

After relieving his breath, Zhuo Wenjun was finally able to speak: "Zhiming, how can this man in white have tear gas?" is still so arrogant, and he came directly to assassinate Niu Ben with great fanfare. ”

Zhao Zhiming took a breath, shook his head and said: "Who knows how he got the tear gas, but after all, we injured the murderer and kept Niu Ben's safety, tonight is like this, I think the man in white will never come to attack again, and the police should arrive soon, not to mention that the murderer was injured by you."

Zhuo Wenjun was a little proud, obviously enjoying Zhao Zhiming's last sentence, and was about to speak, when the door of the ward was suddenly opened, Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun raised their pistols and pointed them at the door, and shouted: "Who?" ”

The lights in the ward were on, and there was a panicked doctor standing, obviously frightened by the guns of Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun in the ward, and the doctor said tremblingly: "I, I am the doctor on duty, there is a mess in the hospital, I, I have to check each ward and observe the situation of each patient according to the routine, you, who are the two of you?" ”

Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun looked at the doctor's frightened look, breathed a sigh of relief, and slightly blamed themselves for being too nervous, so they put the gun away, Zhuo Wenjun took out his documents from his pocket, and said with a sense of accomplishment: "We are from the procuratorate, responsible for protecting the safety of this patient, just now a murderer wanted to assassinate him, but we repelled him, nothing serious, you go and talk to the person in charge of the hospital, so as not to panic too much." ”

The doctor on duty nodded, flipped through the medical records, then pointed to Niu Ben on the hospital bed, patted his chest and said, "It turns out that there are two young and promising prosecutors, it's good to have you here; Can I check on this patient, I'm afraid that the gunshots and tear gas just now have affected him somewhat, this patient is very weak in his own right, and checking it can reassure both the hospital and you. ”

Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun looked at each other, nodded, seeing that this doctor was so frightened, he didn't wear a mask to cover half of his face like the killer on TV, and he didn't hold a silenced pistol in his hand, only an ordinary medical record book, it shouldn't be a killer, okay, let him check Niu Ben to see if there is any change in his condition, so that he can feel at ease The doctor took the medical record book, slowly walked to the side of the bed, looked at Niu Ben's face, and said: "On the surface, the face is still very normal." Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun put their minds at ease again, the doctor didn't touch Niu Ben immediately, so this doctor should not be a murderer who was in a hurry to kill Niu Ben.

Zhuo Wenjun looked at the doctor's professional expression and gestures, and suddenly remembered what Lin Haoxuan said, "The doctor is only 1.85 meters tall, and the nurses are all 1.65 meters tall. I couldn't help but glance at the doctor, who seemed to be a little taller, so I asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Doctor, how tall are you?" ”

The doctor on duty smiled sincerely and said, "I'm 1.9 meters, and the two prosecutors still have the habit of interrogating doctors?" As he spoke, he used his hand to probe Niu Ben's pulse.

Zhuo Wenjun's face changed as Zhao Zhiming's face changed, and when his mind turned, Zhuo Wenjun shouted tentatively: "You are not a doctor, who are you?" ”