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Chapter 46 The White-haired Killer ([-])
There is an old saying that when the sky falls, there is a tall boy who will hold it up, and this saying has now been verified.

After I squatted down like this, I heard a bang above my head, and then countless people cried for their father and mother, and some unlucky ones died on the spot, and their bodies fell limply on their sides.

I wasn't hit by the table, just hurt by the confusion.After struggling to climb out of the crowd, I found that my forehead was bleeding.

I also know medical common sense, felt the wound with my hand, and knew it was a skin trauma, as long as the bleeding was stopped in time, it would be fine.

There is nothing to do now, I can only press with my palm, stop the bleeding with this simple method, and take a look at the surrounding situation while I have time.

These people couldn't control it anymore, and it was no exaggeration to say that they were about to go berserk as a whole.

The person in charge of Group B is not stupid, and the table can be left upstairs, which means that the pulsatilla is still in the building. The purpose of restricting the freedom of this group of people is to fear that the pulsatilla in disguise will fish in troubled waters.

The person in charge waved his hand and let the group go. Group B special police were all guarding the door, ready to control and investigate the newcomers.

Although I was injured and a little dizzy, I followed and wanted to continue to contribute.

But at this time the intercom of the person in charge of Group B rang, and Jiang Shaoyan finally spoke. He knew about the table being left behind, and asked the person in charge of Group B what the consequences would be.

The person in charge didn't hide anything, and specifically mentioned me.Jiang Shaoyan cared about me very much. When he heard that I was injured, he was a little anxious, so he asked me to go back to the police station quickly through the walkie-talkie.

From the bottom of my heart, I don't want to go back to the police station. Now that I finally have a chance to catch Pulsatilla, I am looking forward to seeing him being escorted out. If I don't hold back, I might even spit on him a few times.

I was in a hurry, and leaned over to the walkie-talkie, wanting to argue with Jiang Shaoyan, but he didn't give me a chance, and went offline again.

The person in charge of Group B only accepted Jiang Shaoyan's words and let me go immediately.I thought about talking and discussing, but I didn't expect that the person in charge would get annoyed just after I said a few words, and showed the intention of driving me away.

I sighed helplessly, and thought to myself, forget it, I am a small forensic doctor, and I have no right to speak.

Originally, there was a black car parked by the side door, and it would be just right for me to drive back to the police station. The problem is, I don't have the car key.

I swished to the main entrance of the hospital again, wanting to take a taxi.

This place is very lively. On the one hand, there are two special police cars parked, and on the other hand, the fire alarm and the strange incident of leaving the table just now have also spread here.A small group of people gathered at the main entrance, either poking their heads up to watch the excitement, or commenting on the special police car, guessing what happened.

I looked around and found a taxi with an empty sign, but the driver was not in the car, and it was probably bustling.

I yelled for a taxi, as a reminder to the driver, and ran to the taxi again.

The driver is very interesting, maybe he is frightened by my current virtue.I was very dirty and had blood all over my forehead.

As soon as I sat up, he got in too, but instead of asking me where I was going, he said to me with a bitter face, "Dude, my car broke down, why don't you change it?"

I don't believe what he said, his car broke down and he still has time to watch the fun?Obviously just don't want to pull me.

I was holding my breath, but now I got angry, slapped the car seat hard, and yelled at the driver, "Do you dare to refuse the ride? Do you want to do it in the future?"

This driver is also a veteran, he is not afraid of what I say, he still has a sour face and wants to force me out of the car.But I said something again, saying that I am a policeman and I have to go back to the police station immediately if I have something to do, which made him sensitive.

I don't have a police officer's card in my pocket, but I don't need it to prove anything. I have been a policeman for so long, and I can reveal some police temperament in my words.

The driver had no choice but to get up and take me away.

I was really exhausted physically and mentally, and I didn't want to talk anymore, so I just leaned on the co-pilot and stared blankly at the road ahead.

It's been like this for 5 minutes.The taxi's intercom rang, and someone asked, "T3586, where are you?"

In fact, these words were sent in groups, and T3586 must be the license plate.Unexpectedly, the driver of this car responded. He picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "I just passed Tianma Building, who is looking for me?"

But there was no response from the intercom.The taxi driver couldn't help but curse again, saying who was joking with him?
I was just listening.But after a while, I looked in the rearview mirror and found that a motorcycle appeared behind us, and it was approaching quickly.

I was a little sensitive, and I sat up straight.I have an idea, the question on the intercom just now is not related to this motorcycle, right?
In this way, when it caught up to the level of the taxi body, I noticed that the motorcycle driver's helmet did not have a windshield visor, but a windshield instead.This shows his hair and face.

He has white hair and wrinkles all over his face. Who else would he be if he wasn't a pulsatilla?
I panicked, and I really didn't expect that he could sneak out of the building so quickly and catch up with me.

The taxi driver saw my appearance, and he didn't understand why I was in a panic, so he said to me, "Brother policeman, what's wrong with you?"

Did not wait for my answer.Pulsatilla's motorcycle has already driven to the side of the co-pilot.He was so ruthless, as if juggling, he freed up one hand and took out a small copper hammer.

He kept the motorcycle at the same speed as the taxi, and then hit the passenger glass twice with a small copper hammer.

With two bangs, two big holes leaked in the glass.I was so scared that I hurriedly moved in.

The taxi driver got angry and stopped asking me. Instead, he yelled at Pulsatilla, saying that the old man smashed his car for no reason, just looking for death.

The taxi driver was also quite impulsive. He turned the steering wheel and turned the taxi towards the Pulsatilla, trying to hit the motorcycle.

Normally, if the motorcycle was hit like this, it would definitely be a serious car accident, but Pulsatilla is really strong, just as the taxi veered, his motorcycle also veered, keeping a certain distance rhythmically.

The taxi driver was stunned. At this moment, he must have recovered and guessed something.

The pulsatilla managed to stop smashing the glass, and I was finally able to catch my breath temporarily.While holding the phone, I said to the taxi driver, "This motorcycle driver is the murderer in several cases, you must detain him, and I will contact my colleagues right away."

I thought there was nothing wrong with saying that, but the taxi driver didn't cooperate with me at all, and was frightened by the word murderer.

He didn't have the guts to continue crashing with the pulsatilla, so he turned the steering wheel and made the taxi make a 180-degree turn.

I didn't expect the taxi driver to be like this. I was dumped enough, but I also understood his intentions.

Our current location is too far away from the police station, but close to the hospital. He must want to drive the taxi back and find the special police.

It's just that he made such a U-turn suddenly, causing a Toyota car to rear-end, and it actually hit our car's ass.

I don't know if it has something to do with the rear-end collision. Anyway, after doing this, the taxi turned off, and the driver hurriedly turned on the ignition, but the car key turned back and forth, but there was no response at all.

Someone got out of the Toyota. It was a fat owner. He must have been angry. He walked towards the taxi and shouted, "Dude, can you drive?"

How can the taxi driver and I have time to pay attention to him?I pay attention to every move of the pulsatilla.

Seeing that we couldn't escape, he parked his motorcycle on the side of the road leisurely, jumped out of the car, touched his back, and took out the sharp knife.

The owner of the fat car has thieves. Seeing that the Pulsatilla was full of murderous looks, he didn't care about arguing with us anymore, so he turned around and ran away, not even wanting the Toyota car.

I felt anxious, and I knew it was useless to get off the car, and there was no way I could escape.

I was so cruel that I locked the car, and urged the taxi driver to turn on the ignition quickly, to see if I could run around and escape the catastrophe.

The taxi driver's face was not very good-looking, and he was a little red.Pulsatilla wasn't interested in the taxi driver. When he approached, he jumped on the hood of the car and squatted in front of me.

He and I looked at each other in this way. Although we were separated by the windshield, I felt that the windshield didn't exist.

Pulsatilla made a move. He raised the knife and pointed the tip of the knife at me. Then he suddenly exerted force and stabbed the knife in.

The knife was so sharp that a split appeared on the windshield in an instant.I just dodged back subconsciously, letting the knife stop dangerously in front of my eyes because of the lack of distance.

The pulsatilla snorted and seemed satisfied with my reaction. He definitely regarded me as a mouse and wanted to play with me before killing me.

He drew his knife again and stabbed in again.It's just that he was too careless, or the taxi driver was too long-faced.

At such a critical moment, the taxi driver caught fire, and even accelerated to start the car, causing the taxi to rush out.

Now Pulsatilla was completely passive. He held the knife tightly and pinned it on purpose, trying to pass it, find a balance, and prevent himself from falling off the car.

I looked at the tip of the knife twisting and turning in front of me, and I felt a sudden ruthlessness in my heart. I saw the right opportunity, pressed my hands on the back of the knife, and wanted to push it hard to get it out.

But it was very difficult for me to do so, and even when I exerted strength with my hands, I was a little bit bald.

The taxi driver was completely dumbfounded, he just drove blindly without caring about anything.I thought of another way and yelled at the taxi driver, "Stop."

The taxi driver didn't respond.I cursed secretly angrily, but I also knew that he couldn't be blamed for this, he must have never encountered such a scene before.

I nudged him and said it again.

The driver finally reacted and slammed on the brakes.This time, the Pulsatilla was holding the knife tightly, and rolled off the hood of the car. After falling on the road, he rolled several times like a potato.

However, his physical fitness is really good, so it is not a big problem, and he can still struggle to stand up.

I saw that the driver was still in a daze, so I shouted an order to him, "Drive!"

The driver stepped on the gas pedal again and slammed into the Pulsatilla.But this time it was not so easy, Pulsatilla ran to the side and avoided it.

I came up with a lot of energy and wanted the driver to reverse the car and continue to crush the pulsatilla, but no matter how I ordered or yelled, the taxi driver was disobedient and stepped on the accelerator with all his strength and took me to the Central Hospital.

(End of this chapter)