I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

"The glass shards have been removed, and now we just need to suture the wound."

Song Wenmin wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, then looked at the young man, "Are you okay? If you can't hold on, you can use some anesthesia. It's amazing that you can hold on to this point."

Chen Jiajun took the towel out of his mouth and uttered two words: "Continue."

After getting through the fear in my heart and the intense pain at the beginning, it was no longer so difficult to endure.

Looking at him now, his distorted facial features were mixed with a hint of violent madness.

……

After a while, Song Wenmin took off his mask wearily, his voice a little weak: "Jiying, bandage it."

"Ok."

The young female doctor bandaged the sutured wound with gauze, her eyes filled with admiration. "I didn't expect you to actually make it."

"Young man, try a different path. Gangs aren't the right path after all."

After washing his hands, Song Wenmin leaned back tiredly on a chair and turned on the TV. He couldn't help but say a few words, "With your perseverance, you wouldn't be bad at doing other jobs."

Chen Jiajun took out some more money and put it on the table next to him: "Thank you, I have to go now."

As I stood up, I suddenly felt dizzy and my legs went weak and I sat back in the chair.

"You've lost too much blood and are not fit to walk. Your wound has just been bandaged and may tear easily."

Song Zhiying brought over a basin of water and said, "Wash your face and rest for a while before leaving."

"Yes, this much medical expenses is enough for you to rest here for an afternoon." Song Wenmin said casually while watching TV.

"Okay." Chen Jiajun also felt that he needed to recover his strength first, otherwise he wouldn't be able to walk far, and might even fall as soon as he went out.

After the high-intensity perseverance, the body is now completely exhausted.

However, he did not wash off the oil stains on his face, but just wiped the sweat off his face, took the glucose drink to replenish his water, and ate some snacks such as red dates.

Not long after resting, a piece of news coming from TV made him prick up his ears.

"Here's a special news story. Chen Jiajun, the suspect in four murders, struck again in the Nanshui District at approximately 12 noon today. Police tracked him to the Chengxin Auto Repair Shop between Jincheng and Shoucheng, where they discovered the body of Nanshui resident Kang Rengang. Also dead were four brothers surnamed Che from Chengxin Auto Repair. It's been confirmed that all five were murdered by Chen Jiajun. According to police, he has fled back to Jincheng and was spotted on Meirong Street half an hour ago with serious injuries. His left waist..."

"Citizens on Beauty Street should be especially careful. If you spot the person in the photo below stitching a wound, or if you see him on the street, please call the police immediately, ensuring your own safety. Once again, we remind you that the suspect is extremely ruthless. If you encounter him, please avoid him or flee. The police have increased his maximum reward to 1 million won... Jincheng TV reports."

The three photos shown on TV were headed by a portrait on an ID card.

The other two photos are from surveillance cameras at Jincheng Hospital. One shows a man wearing a white coat and a mask, and the other shows him in maintenance clothes.

Chen Jiajun looked away from the TV and happened to see the father and daughter looking back at him.

Three pairs of eyes met, and the air was completely silent.

Anyone who is not a fool can see that there is no such coincidence.

A wound on the left waist that needs stitching, a set of repair clothes, beauty street...

Song Wenmin moved his throat, suppressing his inner tension and breaking the dull atmosphere: "What a coincidence."

After he finished speaking, he realized that his words were ambiguous, so he quickly added: "You and the criminal in the news both had injuries on your left waist, and the clothes you wore were somewhat similar. It's quite a coincidence, but you are different from him. You are kinder than him, haha."

Song Wenmin forced a smile. He originally thought that he was a gang member. Gang members were not that scary if you didn't have any grudges with them. They would usually do things within the rules.

But now, I find that it is not the case at all.

This kind of thug who has killed more than a dozen people without blinking an eye——

How could he not be afraid?

The young female doctor's face also turned pale. There were several women involved in the serial murder case. She...

Noticing that his daughter had lost her composure, Song Wenmin quickly winked at her and said, "Zhiying, go get this young man some more food."

"Oh, oh, okay." Song Zhiying came to her senses and walked towards the door anxiously, "I'll get it."

Before he took two steps, a voice came from behind him: "Stop."

"I was framed for the serial murders." Chen Jiajun tore through the hypocrisy and said, "You can rest assured, I don't kill innocent people."

"Let my daughter leave, or I will fight you."

Song Wenmin didn't believe it, so he grabbed a scalpel and stood up, glaring at the villain. Although the villain was weak, he was not without a chance of fighting.

But his trembling hands betrayed his lack of confidence.

"What are you going to use to fight? Sit down." Chen Jiajun raised his pistol calmly.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Song Wenmin's scalpel fell from his hand and he sat back in his chair dejectedly.

Only then did I remember that the guy in front of me was a ruthless person who didn't even use anesthesia when suturing wounds.

It is indeed as people say, you have to fight for what you have.

I couldn't help but feel extremely regretful. When this evil guy was about to leave, I actually let him stay. Otherwise, this situation would not have happened now.

"You didn't kill that female college student or the female celebrity whose body was found this morning?" Song Zhiying turned around at this time, calmed down, looked away from the gun, and mustered up the courage to look into the other person's eyes.

"No." Chen Jiajun replied.

"Oh." The female doctor breathed a sigh of relief. A person's eyes can't lie. "I believe you."

"So you were wronged." Song Wenmin also echoed in order to ease the tense atmosphere.

While they were talking, a loud sirens sounded from a distance.

In just a few seconds, the dense sirens became more and more shrill, and soon several police cars drove past the window and seemed to stop not far away.

"The entire beauty street should have been blocked off. The police will start checking every shop soon. You can't leave."

The young female doctor advised, "Turn yourself in. With your current injuries, it's impossible for you to escape."

"Yes, since you didn't kill those people, I believe the police will find out the truth sooner or later and give you justice." Song Wenmin also persuaded.

"justice?"

Chen Jiajun picked up a towel and began to clean the oil stains on his face. "The first person I beat to death told me that there was no justice at all."

This scene fell into the eyes of the father and daughter, and they became more and more nervous.

What we hear now means that even if this person is not the serial killer, he has taken several lives.

He washed off the disguise on his face, as if trying to put on a final show of respect before his death. It seemed that he was ready to fight to the death. If a fight broke out, both father and daughter would be at risk of injury or death.

"Can you please let my father leave? I will stay and be your hostage." said the young female doctor.

Song Wenmin immediately stopped his daughter: "No, I'll stay. I'm old. Zhiying, you go."

"None of you can leave." Chen Jiajun put down the towel and turned his angular face to the side.

In my ears, I could hear footsteps coming from outside.

Tread...  

"Open the door, the police are investigating."