There were hurried footsteps behind him, and police lights flashed.
Ji Xing had her back to everyone, and had not yet recovered from the extreme panic. She murmured in panic: "You didn't fall... How did you get down?"
Han Ting looked up, and Ji Xing looked over in fear. There were layers of parallel rain shields on the outer wall.
He whispered: "I got hung for a while. I was caught by Tang Song."
He said it calmly, but he gasped in his heart. He didn't know what he was thinking at the time. Why he only thought about cutting her rope, but didn't bother to avoid Zhu Houyu's collision.
Ji Xing was still shaking slightly, looking at the rooftop and shivering. She hugged him tighter, tears streaming down her face.
The flashing police lights dazzled her eyes, and she suddenly saw that his shirt sleeve was scratched. She was startled and pulled over to see that there was a bloody scratch on his arm. She tilted her head to look at him face to face, and his face was a little pale. Probably not just because of fatigue, but also other injuries.
Ji Xing's lips trembled slightly, her eyes were wet again and again, she choked and pulled him: "Go to the hospital."
"Wait a minute." His expression tightened, pinching her jaw to prevent her from leaving.
At this time, Zhu Houyu's body was covered with a white cloth and sent to a car.
Han Ting then let go of her cheek and said, "Let's go."
Ji Xing looked back and saw that the body was gone. The police were collecting evidence on the side, and the police officer who had just shot and killed the suspect was taking notes. Tang Song was also there. After talking to a police officer, he walked over quickly and said, "You don't have to stay at the scene, go to the hospital first."
Han Ting said, "Okay."
Tang Song immediately took him to the ambulance. Several police officers followed, and they had to take notes after the physical examination.
The ambulance drove out, and where the wheels rolled over, there was only bright red blood on the piece where Zhu Houyu fell. In the car, Han Ting looked at Tang Song. Tang Song had a cold face and a very ugly expression.
Han Ting asked him, "Why did you even get an ambulance?"
Tang Song said, "The old man ordered it. He is really good at foresight. If there was no rain shield on this floor (to let me go up), the ambulance would be very useful today."
He rarely spoke in such a tone, even Ji Xing was stunned, lowered her head and dared not breathe.
Han Ting looked at him for a long time and said, "Sorry."
Tang Song's face was tense, and he didn't say anything at first. After a while, he was still in a bad mood and said, "If you want to do this again next time, tell the old man in advance to dismiss me."
Han Ting said, "I promise. There won't be a next time."
Tang Song's face relaxed a little, looked at him, and saw that he didn't look very good, and asked again, "Are you okay?"
Although Han Ting had practiced martial art, he was not a professional after all. He just hit the rain shield and was pulled hard by him and thrown against the wall, so it was naturally not so easy.
"It's okay." Han Ting said, his head resting on the mobile bed and closing his eyes to rest. His head had just hit the wall, and now he was relaxed and a little dizzy.
Just as he closed his eyes, his hand was grabbed tightly, he felt warm and wet in his palm, so he opened his eyes slightly.
Ji Xing held his hand tightly, and tears were flowing. She was just crying, but there was no sound. She was really scared and still very slow.
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