The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 272 The Cinnabar Mole in My Heart (Part [-])
Song Zhen almost ran downstairs, he was not a god, and he didn't know why Ji Qian followed him, and even appeared here.

But he knew that if Ji Qian was exposed here and involved in this case, it would be of no benefit after all.

Especially in today's turmoil, he doesn't want her to make any mistakes.

Before the other police cars could catch up, and before the rest of the hotel could react, he had to get her away.

Finally rushed downstairs, following the direction of Huo Yuan's room, he came to the right side of the hotel, where there was a surface parking lot.

A white car was parked diagonally on the ground, the rear of the car was inside the parking line, and the front of the car was still outside. It seemed that it was suddenly interrupted when it was backing into the garage.

On the ground at the side of the vehicle, there was a shadow lying, presumably it was Tang Kaixiang's body.

"Boss!" Qiu Sen shouted hastily, he was already drenched through, and when he saw Song Zhen, he rushed over as if he had found a backbone.

Song Zhen ignored him and hurried into the rain.

Qiu Sen: "..."

In a few seconds, Song Zhen's whole body was soaked, it was really raining too much.

As soon as he approached the car, he discovered the existence of another person.

The man was standing on the other side of the car, hunched over, as if talking to someone in the back seat.

Song Zhen was vigilant, and walked around the front of the car.

"Jissy, Jissie!" The man called Jissie's name with a lot of concern in his words.

Song Zhenxuan felt a little relieved, at least this person has no bad intentions for Ji Qian.

"Let me see." Realizing that Ji Qian's state was not right, he said to the man.

Ding Jingbiao turned around and frowned the moment he saw Song Zhen.

He naturally knew Song Zhen, not for anything else, because Min Shuzhen took Song Zhen's photo and told him not to let Ji Qian get in touch with this person.

But in terms of Ji Qian's current state, he couldn't handle it at all, so he had to let it go.

Song Zhen walked over, and only then did he understand what Qiu Sen meant by "terrified".

I saw Ji Qian huddled into a ball and squatting at the foot of the back seat, her elbows resting on the seat to cover her head tightly, her whole face was buried in the gap formed by her elbows, and only one could be seen. A black head.

The most important thing is that the rear seat of this car is very narrow, and she can actually squeeze herself in, as if this is the only way to gain a sense of security.

"Ji Qian?" Song Zhen said, but just as she reached out her hand, she scratched her paw, "Don't come here! Don't come here!"

She seemed to be stimulated by something, closed her eyes and roared, the voice came out of her throat, like the roar of some kind of small animal.

That claw was very sharp, and there were red marks on Song Zhen's arm, and he was keenly aware that something was wrong.

"What did she see?" He hurriedly asked the man behind him.

Judging from the fact that Ji Qian was in the back seat and her body was not wet, she should have been in the back seat all the time, and this man should be her driver.

"I happened to see that person smashing it down."

The rain was pattering, and the communication between the two could only be heard with a roar. Song Zhen didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, and asked again: "Did it happen after seeing this scene?"

Ding Jingbiao frowned, and then replied: "She seems to be afraid of lightning and thunder, and she hugged her head all the way, very scared."

Song Zhen knew that if he asked again, he might not be able to ask anything, so he just approached directly.

"Jissie!" he shouted, his deep and deep voice seemed to have the sound of gold and stone, sonorous and powerful.

Ji Qian was startled and froze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Song Zhen's iron arms directly wrapped around her back.

But the interior of the car was narrow, and if Ji Qian didn't cooperate, his other hand would have no leverage at all.

However, after being startled for a while, Ji Qian was even more frightened, and she didn't know what to cooperate with.

"Ah!" she screamed, her voice full of panic, "Don't come here! Don't come here!"

She waved her hands indiscriminately, although she didn't know how to do it, she was extremely aggressive. Song Zhen didn't know how many times she was caught or beaten.

He had no choice but to lean over and was about to take her into his arms, but she scratched his face with her paw.

"hiss--"

Rao Song Zhen couldn't help but suffer.

But also taking advantage of this time, he grabbed her troublesome hand and directly pulled her into his wet arms.

"Ji Qian, I'm Song Zhen."

His voice, accompanied by a sigh, felt a little lost, a little helpless, but more distressed.

The sound was very soft, falling on top of Ji Qian's head, but it made her tremble inexplicably, and then she shrank back.

At this moment, while her other hand was also relaxed, Song Zhen reached out and hugged her whole.

Qiu Sen got an umbrella from nowhere and put it on top of the two of them, but he was in the rain.

Especially since he is still short and his arms are so long, it is quite embarrassing.

Song Zhen took it calmly, mainly because the one in his arms couldn't get wet.

It was only after this hug that I realized that she was shaking violently, as if she was being sifted through chaff, she seemed to be trapped and not awake.

Although she didn't wave her hands again, she grabbed his clothes and pressed them against his chest, as if to keep a distance from him.

For a moment, Song Zhen couldn't tell what it was like.

He hadn't figured out how to face her, but she broke into his sight with such a distressing appearance.

Thinking of the small ball she was stuck in front of the seat just now, and feeling the light weight in his hand at this moment, his heart suddenly ached uncontrollably.

The wind and rain hit the face coldly, and the rain flowed down the brows and cheeks. It's only autumn, but the world is already showing a cold feeling.

But only she in his arms is so real.

Reaching out his hand, regardless of her resistance, he hugged her tighter.

"Jissie." He called her name, stroked her back again and again, like coaxing a child.

The hands in his arms clenched even tighter, causing his neckline to slant, and the back of his neck ached.

However, she didn't realize it, and seemed to be doing some kind of painful struggle.

In the end, Song Zhen felt her heart burn. It turned out that she buried her head in his arms. The heat may be her tears.

Soon, he carried the man to the side of the police car they had driven earlier.

Qiu Sen quickly opened the door of the back seat, and Song Zhen immediately put Ji Qian on it, and without looking back, he ordered: "The ambulance will be here soon, you can help me take her to the hospital first, she is emotionally unstable, If it’s impossible, let her get a sedative injection first.”

In Ji Qian's situation, it should be some kind of stress disorder, but the case is entangled, so he must deal with the case first.

Unexpectedly, just when he was about to let go of Ji Qian, Ji Qian's hands were tightly clutching his clothes, as if treating him as a driftwood when drowning, refusing to let go.

In the distance, sirens sounded from far to near.

Qiu Sen was worrying about how the two of them would be separated like conjoined twins, but Song Zhen actually got into the car and slammed the door shut.

"..." Where is this sung?

Qiu Sen touched his nose that was almost swept by the car door, looked up at the sky, and felt that he, who was single, was abused to pieces again.

Ding Jingbiao, who was following Song Zhen, turned dark and wanted to step forward, but Qiu Sen stood in front of him.

"It's Ji Qian who doesn't let go. Didn't you see that she's in a bad condition? Don't make any trouble!" He said righteously.

Although he is a bit shorter than Ding Jingbiao, his momentum is not lost at all.

That's right, Qiu Sen was only afraid of Song Zhen, and the others were not as afraid as he was.

Thinking of Ji Qian's reaction just now, Ding Jingbiao either advanced or retreated for a while, stuck in place like a wooden stake.

In the car, Song Zhen hugged Ji Qian, trying to coax her down.

He was wet after all, there was no way to get her out of the car just now, if he hugged her a little longer now, I'm afraid she would catch a cold.

Unexpectedly, she just closed her eyes tightly, her hands were tightly clutching his clothes and did not let go, like some kind of subconscious behavior.

And her curled up posture is very similar to the appearance of a fetus in the mother's womb, which is a posture of self-protection.

The hot feeling in her chest has never dissipated, and she is still crying.

Feeling distressed in his heart, Song Zhen couldn't help but think deeply: What happened to her that would cause her to react like this?

Bowing his head, he took her hand.

Her fingers are slender, like white jade, with a cool feeling.

Song Zhen's hand was extremely warm, and the moment she grabbed her hand, she seemed to shiver.

"Jissie." He yelled, pressing his forehead against the two bluish-white curls on top of her head, "Don't be afraid, okay? Look, I'm here."

There was a warm touch on the back of her hand, as if she felt safe, she gradually let go of her hard fingers.

He took her hand and put it on the side of his face. Maybe it was because the beard was too piercing, but this unique touch made her no longer tremble.

Once some people take it to heart, it becomes a cinnabar mole in their heart, how can they get rid of it just by saying it?

It was the same for him, and it was the same for her.

　Should I update [-] today, or save [-] until the end of the month?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)