Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 195: Wufu 32

Xun's body was full of gunpowder smell, from guns and ammunition, and from explosives flying through the entire mining area. This is probably the closest time in Lin Chen's history to the truth from the iron blood in Xun's bones. However, it would be redundant to say anything and ask any question now. The sound of Xing Conglian's breathing gradually slowed in his ears, like hot milk infused with honey, making people sleepy.

Lin Chen's fingers gradually loosened, but when he was about to fall asleep, there seemed to be something in his heart that reminded him that he shook the injured hand hard, and the pain made him suddenly sober: "Duanyang, are you still alive?"

He opened his eyes suddenly and asked.

Lin Chen thought he had escaped the perception of Xing Conglian by the small hidden action. Xing Conglian loosened his arms around Lin Chen's hand, supported his body and sat by the bed. He raised Lin Chen's swollen hand that was about to rot. His face cooled down. This is of course not entirely because Lin Chen's left ring finger on the suspected iron ring, at least the sentence Cong Lian told himself.

Lin Chen's fingers curled slightly, although his movements were still tense, but looking at his eyes was full of love: "Don't be angry, wait for me to explain to you."

Yes, **** love. Xing Conglian felt that Lin Chen had a skill that was completely unskilled. In short, when Lin Chen looked at him with a peaceful but affectionate eye, he could only obediently pick up the headset just thrown on the ground to understand the latest progress .

Just then, a loud clatter sounded.

Although it is very clear that the dynasty must have been eavesdropping just now, but now young people dare to slap the door with a terrible attitude, there must be some emergency.

"Boss, boss opens the door!" A faint voice from the dynasty came through the door.

Lin Chen also propped up the bed and wanted to sit up. Xing Conglian glared at the man on the bed as if warning, and opened the door from the past. Before he spoke, the dynasty said, "Boss, Doctor Duan will not do it."

Xun Lian took a deep breath. Although he knew that death might not be a relief for Duan Wanshan, but at this moment, he still felt that death was cruel, and no one could escape.

Suddenly, Lin Chen's weak voice came from behind: "Doctor Duan ... Which paragraph?"

He turned around and saw that Lin Chen's face was twice as white as before, and even the blood on his lips was completely gone, which was no different from the white paper.

He saw the fear again in Lin Chen's eyes-"Duan Wanshan?"

Lin Chen asked.

When hearing this name from Lin Chen's mouth, Xun Cong even had a kind of creepy feeling. After all, it was Lin Chen, and he could guess the answer when he saw his face.

"Take me." Lin Chen finally sat up hard.

The dynasty ran to the floor on Lin Chen's bed and squatted down, with a look of helplessness: "Brother Achen, why are you hurt so badly, what are you going to do?"

Xing Conglian certainly did not want to take Lin Chen to meet Duan Wanshan. Lin Chen's current situation was obviously not suitable for any sorrowful life or death.

"Take me." Lin Chen insisted again, "If Duan Yang is still alive, please tell him, come back sooner, faster ..."

Lin Chen's voice was trembling, but she was calm. Obviously, when he wanted to be awake, even if someone shot a gun at his temple, he would keep his eyes open. Xing Conglian's face sank again. He went to the bedside of Lin Chen and asked, "What if I say no?"