Chapter 3378

Wei Ran's voice was lazy and dull, almost killing people's eardrums.

Because of just kissing, the young man's eyebrows and eyes contain spring, the arc of long eyelashes is attractive, and the end of his eyes is red. The light brown eyes are still broken light, dense with moist and misty fog. The light colored eyes seem to be naturally amorous, but at the moment they contain affection, and the color of a flower is hazy in them.

Under the straight and high bridge of the nose, the thin lip color is extremely red, with sparkling water color, as if it had been painted with the most gorgeous Rouge in the world, the lust has not faded, and the lustful confusion rises out of such beauty, just like a demon bewitching people's mind.

Dyed her white eyes a little deeper and didn't answer.

Seeing ranbai didn't speak, Wei Ran didn't care, or he didn't want to wait for the forensic doctor's answer. Even though he was somehow reduced to such a controlled and imprisoned appearance, he couldn't see the slightest panic from the murderer. He was as calm as an aristocrat. His aura was still strong, and there was a sense of oppression that people didn't dare to look directly at.

Wei Ran lowered his eyes and stared at his hand wrapped and tied by his tie for two seconds. Then he smiled carelessly: "don't say, the beauty trick works for me."

He slightly raised his eyes and half narrowed to dye white. The moonlight fell on his handsome side face, suddenly bright and dark, outlining a three-dimensional and profound outline. He only listened to his mouth, smiling rather than true: "the forensic adult will give his life again."

"It's almost the same." ranbai doesn't care what Wei Ran said. She said coldly, stepped forward and approached step by step.

Finally, one hand propped on the murderer's side, almost half pressing him.

Wei Ran looked at her with a light smile.

The icy and cool blade touched the skin, which made Wei Ran couldn't help narrowing her eyes and trembling with the nature of physiological response.

The small and cold scalpel gently provoked the murderer's jaw and made the murderer look up slightly. The lines stretched from his jaw to his neck were slender and thin, vaguely attractive. His thin lip half provoked a radian, which seemed to strangely suppress a sense of excitement and morbid pleasure.

"Mr. ran so many times that he didn't intend to run again?" ran Bai's tone remained flat.

This is the first time in Wei Ran's life that he has been so clamped down, but he doesn't have the slightest resistance. The slight shivering and cold horror brought by the blade stroking the skin can never be imagined.

This time, he scratched the murderer's jaw carefully and fell on his neck along the line. The blade was close to the Dai cyan fragile blood vessels at zero distance. With a little force, he would pull out a slender blood filament. The blood meandered out. The white dyeing action was careless and slightly scratched on his neck, as if he was measuring something.

The blade hanging on his neck and falling at any time not only did not make Wei Ran feel afraid and scared, but the cold touch made his heart beat strangely slow, one sound at a time, becoming more and more slow. He suppressed extreme excitement and calmness in the high tension of his spirit. His answer was not slow, and he was light and lazy when he paused, so that he gave people a kind of provocation as if there were no words: "I don't want to run."

"Stabbing -" a sound, the sound of the white silk shirt being gently picked and scratched by the tip of the knife was subtle and can not be ignored. It became more and more dangerous in the silent, silent and condensing atmosphere. With the sound of clothing material fragmentation, there was a sound: "what does that gentleman want to do?"

"Want to do it." Wei Ran's eyes were affectionate, and his light colored eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of fog, slowly sinking and setting off a cold abyss. He stared at her blatantly, frivolous and presumptuous, and the tone was sweet and pleasant. He entangled people in it continuously and drowned in the deep sea. He dragged down deliberately. The place where he stopped gave people the illusion of arrogance and ambiguity, and finally spit out a syllable: "you."

"01." the forensic medicine sneered coldly, a little sarcastic. Her voice was very light, vaguely showing the texture of ridicule. After a pause, she said calmly again: "Wei Ran."

When Wei Ran was invited by the forensic several times, he never thought of camouflage and didn't mind revealing his identity. He gently hooked the corners of his lips, which was somewhat strange and spoiled: "we forensic adults guessed it."

"Baby, that's smart." his tone gives people the illusion of romance. It's the elegance of a gentleman and the bewitchment of a devil, whispering like a lover.

"Bang -"

With a whisper,

The mask fell to the ground.

The gentle and handsome face is completely displayed in the line of sight. The gentle and jade like strokes seem to be the most perfect art in the world.

Dyed white light looked at that delicate cold white face, had already thought of it, not surprisingly.

And just then,

A sudden knock on the door broke the cold and strange silence in the anatomy room.

Dyeing white stopped. She looked down and glanced at the direction of the door.

There is no lock in the anatomy room. As long as you push it gently, someone can come in, and then you can directly see the messy and ambiguous picture on the operating table. The dark and cold moonlight falls down, and the light is not clear.

Wei Ran stirred up the corners of his lips, didn't speak, and didn't mind. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the forensic doctor who was slightly moving next to him. Suddenly, he leaned down, and the thin lips with a sweet color were slightly stretched. He turned his face slightly. In an instant, he bit the silvery scalpel, gently pressed the tip of snow-white teeth, held it in his mouth, made a little effort, and easily took it away from the forensic doctor.

"Forensic doctor song?" but fortunately, the man outside the door didn't come in directly, but knocked on the door and asked.

Ran Baimei's eyes were a little cold and didn't speak. After noticing Wei Ran's actions, she glanced at Wei Ran coldly.

The young store manager smiled politely. His hands tied by a black tie raised slightly, suddenly pulled the hem of a forensic white coat, and then pulled the man into his arms.

Ranbai originally thought that Wei Ran wanted to save herself and didn't stop it, but who knows that the murderer didn't seem to have the consciousness to break away from the shackles at all, and came to provoke her. For a moment, she accidentally fell into the arms of the young man unprepared.

Hearing that there was no sound inside, Xu Zelin whispered, "why did you forget to lock the door?"

With that, Xu Zelin went directly to lock the door of the anatomy room, then turned and left.

Wei Ran whispered, half holding the man lazily, and put his exquisite jade like chin directly on the forensic shoulder.

"The store manager is idle?" ran Bai frowned, put her fingers slightly against the young man's white forehead, pushed the man away, stood up straight and looked at the young man, and her eyes fell on Wei Ran's thin lips holding the scalpel. The bright red lips lined the silver blade, and the blade glittered with a cold light. Under the moonlight, there was a sense of taboo and perplexing danger.

"Open your mouth." the forensic officer's face was expressionless.

Wei Ran leaned against it, smiled and opened his lips.

Ran Bai went to get the scalpel, but the murderer licked his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally. The place where the tip of his tongue was gently hooked was soft and numb.

“……”

"Just want to hug." Wei Ran answered very loosely, as if it was natural.