Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3378 Forensic Master, please arrest (63)

   Wei Ran’s voice was lazy and dull, almost surging his eardrums.

Because of the kiss, the young man’s eyebrows are springy, his long eyelashes drooping arcs are alluring, the tails of his eyes are red, and the light brown eyes are still filled with shattered light, and the mist is filled with moist mist. The light-colored eyeballs seem to be Born to be indifferent, but at this moment there is affection, a flower color is hazy in it.

Under the straight and tall bridge of the nose, the thin lips are red to the utmost, with sparkling water, as if they have applied the most colorful rouge in the world, and the **** that has not faded. If there is no glamour and confusion in this beauty Ascends out like a demon that deceives people's minds.

  Dyeing white eyes darker, did not answer.

Seeing that Ranbai didn’t speak, Wei Ran didn’t care, or he didn’t even want to wait for the forensic doctor’s answer. Aristocratic and unhurried, his aura is still very strong, and there is a faint sense of oppression that people dare not look directly at.

   Wei Ran lowered her eyes, stared at her hand wrapped in a tie for two seconds for no apparent reason, and then smiled casually: "Don't say it, beauty tricks work for me."

He raised his eyes slightly, squinted to look at Yen Bai, the moonlight fell on his handsome side face, bright and dark, and outlined a three-dimensional and deep outline. He only listened to his chatting and smiling openings, which seemed like a smile instead of a plausible. False: "My forensic doctor uses it again, and it's dead."

   "It's almost the same." Ran Bai didn't care what Wei Ran said, she said coldly, stepping forward and approaching.

  In the end, he put one hand on the side of the murderer, almost half-pressing him.

  Wei Ran calmly looked at her with a faint smile.

  The cold blade touched the skin, and Wei Ran couldn't help but squinted her eyes slightly with the touch, and her physiological response trembled slightly.

The small and cold scalpel gently raised the murderer’s jaw, making the murderer look up slightly. The lines stretched from the lower jaw to the neck were slender, thin, and faintly seductive. His thin lips were half-curved, like a smile but not a smile, which seemed strangely depressed. With a kind of excitement and morbid pleasure.

   "Mr. ran so many times, don't you plan to run anymore?" The tone of dyed white remained at a level, calm.

  This is the first time Wei Ran has been so restrained in his life, but he has no thought of resisting at all. The subtle shudder and cold horror brought by the blade of the skin can never be imagined.

This time, I slashed the murderer’s jaw carefully, and drew it along the line on the neck. The blade is close to the fragile blood vessel of dark blue color at zero distance. As long as a slight force is applied, a thin blood streak will be pulled out, and the blood will wind out. , The white-dyed movement was careless, and gestures slightly on his neck, as if measuring something.

The blade hanging on the neck at any time did not cause Wei Ran to feel jealous and fearful. On the contrary, the cold touch made his heartbeat become strangely slow. With one sound, it became more and more slowly, suppressing in the height of mental tension. With extreme excitement and calmness, he answered not hurriedly or slowly, and was light and lazy when he paused, so as to give people a kind of provocation: "I don't want to run."

"Stab!" With a sound, the sound of the white silk shirt being slashed by the tip of a knife was subtle and not to be ignored. It seemed more and more dangerous in the silent and silent atmosphere, and accompanied by the sound of the clothes shattering, there was another one that fell. Voice: "What does the gentleman want to do."

"Want to do it." Wei Ran's eyes were sentimental, his light-colored eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, slowly setting off a cold and steep abyss, he stared at her blatantly, frivolous and presumptuous, the tone was narrow and pleasant, and the fascination People entangled in it, drowned in the deep sea, dragged down very deliberately, where the pause gave people the illusion of arrogance and ambiguity, and finally spit out a syllable: "You."

   "01." The forensic doctor sneered coldly, somewhat sarcasm, her voice was very low, with a faint mocking texture. After a pause, she said calmly again: "Weiran."

When Wei Ran was invited by forensic doctors several times, he never thought about disguising, and didn't mind revealing his identity. He gently hooked the corners of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and he was a little bit weird: "Our forensic sir. Guessed it."

   "Baby is so smart." His tone gave people a very romantic illusion. It was the grace of a gentleman and the bewitching of the devil, whispering like a lover.

"boom--"

  Slightly,

  The mask fell to the ground.

  The gentle and handsome face is completely displayed in the line of sight, and the gentle brush strokes are like the most perfect work of art in the world.

  Yan Bai looked at that delicate and cold white face lightly. He had already thought about it, but it was not surprising.

  And at this moment,

  A sudden knock on the door broke the condensed and weird silence in the dissection room.

  The whitening movement stopped, she turned her eyes down and glanced at the direction of the door.

  The door is not even locked in the dissection room. With just a light push, someone can come in, and then you can directly see the messy and ambiguous picture on the operating table.

Wei Ran raised the corners of his lips playfully, didn't say a word, didn't mind, he squinted at the forensic doctor who was moving slightly next to him, and suddenly leaned down, his thin lips lightly opened, and he slid down slightly. The face, biting the awe-inspiring silver scalpel in a moment, pressed the tip of the snow-white tooth lightly, held it in the mouth, and with a little force, it was easily snatched from the forensic doctor.

   "Forensic Doctor Song?" But fortunately, the person outside did not come in directly, but knocked on the door and asked.

  Yan Bai's eyebrows dyed a little bit of coldness, and did not speak, after noticing Wei Ran's movements, he gave Wei Ran a cold glance.

  The young store manager smiled, Sven Wen, his hands tied by the black tie slightly lifted, suddenly grabbed the hem of a white forensic coat, and then forcefully pulled the person into his arms.

Ranbai originally thought Wei Ran wanted to save herself, and didn't stop it, but who knew that the murderer seemed to have no consciousness of breaking away from the shackles, and came to provoke her, accidentally and unpreparedly, fell into the arms of the young man.

  It was so quiet that there was no sound inside, and people probably had already left. Xu Zelin muttered in a low voice: "Why forgot to lock the door."

  Speaking, Xu Zelin went directly to the door of the dissection room and locked it, then turned and left.

   Wei Ran muttered, lazily half hugging the person, the delicate jade chin resting directly on the forensic doctor's shoulder.

"The shopkeeper is free?" Dyeing white frowns, his fingers touched the young man's white forehead slightly, pushed him a little away, stood up straight and looked at the young man, his eyes smoothly fell on Wei Ran's thin lips with a scalpel, his lips were red. Against the silver blade, the blade shone with a cold light, and under the moonlight there was a sense of forbidden and deceptive danger.

  "Open your mouth." The forensic doctor was expressionless.

  Wei Ran leaned against her body halfway, smiled at the words, opening her lips very cooperatively.

  Dyeing Bai went to get the scalpel, but the murderer licked her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally, and the place where Yingrun's tongue was gently hooked was soft and numb.

  "……"

   "I just want to hug." Wei Ran replied loosely, as if justified.

  (End of this chapter)