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When Mother Jin heard his anger, he harshly scolded him for being heartless and heartless.     

Jin Lin wasn't angry. He let Mother Jin get angry and asked," What's the reason why Mother is so anxious? What role did Jin Ran play in this case?"     

Mother Jin was stunned for a moment and said unhappily," I think even if something Ran Ran happen, your conscience won't be disturbed. You' re just a heart of stone, and you're the only one in your heart. "Why didn't you die ten years ago?"     

He suddenly felt his throat tighten and his chest tighten as if something was about to come out.     

Ji Chuan voice echoed in his ears. It was weak and hoarse as he asked for help.     

He could never forget how shocked and complicated he was when he saw Ji Chuan and his father tied up a bomb. At that moment, he seemed to have lost his ability to speak. He couldn't do anything. He could only stare blankly at them and stared at the countdown. His mind went blank.     

To others, being eighteen years old was the first step towards growth. When they reached adulthood, they would have a new world.     

To him, death was waving at him.     

The first adult gift to him was to make a choice in the lives of his father and Ji Chuan.     

Ji Chuan cried and cried for help.     

He stood where he was and could not move. He was facing two living lives and a demon who had killed dozens of lives.     

"I'll give you a chance. There were three remote controls in front of you, and one of them was real. "As long as you press the remote control and the bomb doesn't explode, I' ll release the two of them."     

"Father..." He tried to get an answer from his father.     

"Jin Lin, never make a deal with a demon. When you look at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you."     

"Don't do it. Jin Lin Save me. I do n' t want to die."     

That was the first choice he faced in his life. It was a third of the possibility. If he chose the right one, his father and Ji Chuan would not be in danger. He thought he was smart and was about to press the remote control.     

"Jin Lin!" His father raised his voice.     

He raised his head and looked at his father in confusion.     

"You're never a criminal. Xiao Chuan and I are hostages, not your family. "If whether or not my life will survive is an imposition on you, I will choose not to survive."     

Before he could understand what this meant, his father directly kowtowed to the pillar.     

Blood splattered from above his head, causing his eyes to sting.     

He couldn't figure out why his father would leave in that way and why he would n' t let him save him in a third of the possibilities. If he didn't commit suicide, one third of them would have survived.     

He did not understand, but he also understood.     

He wanted to bring his father and Ji Chuan home safely, but it didn't work. He was facing hostages and his family, while tens of thousands of people were facing a killer demon.     

If he didn't catch the murderer one day, he would n' t get peace.     

"I'll trade with him." This was the first time he wanted to trade with the demon.     

The man shook his head." I gave you a chance, but you don't cherish it."     

The person pressed the remote control and the bomb exploded. Ji Chuan body turned into pieces at the moment the bomb exploded, and his cries also turned into pieces.     

His father's body also turned into pieces.     

The eighteen-year-old had witnessed two relatives die before his eyes. Before he could react, he was held hostage by that person.     

As a bargaining chip for escaping with the police.     

When he saw the police, his only reaction was that he would never make a deal with a demon.     

Because of his struggle, that person was killed. As a result of his struggle, he had been lying in the hospital for half a year.     

He didn't do anything, but he became the hero who captured the demons.     

A hero was an empty name to him.     

After many years, he finally understood why his father had done so.     

The three remote controls in front of him were all remote controls for detonating bombs. The so-called one-third of them might be tricks played by the murderer.     

The goal was to make him repent for choosing the wrong remote for the rest of his life.     

He would never forget that person's name.     

Wang Zheng.     

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The night was quiet. There was no sound around. Su Baiqing stared at the phone and did not move for a long time.     

After a moment of silence, she moved her trembling fingers across the screen.     

He closed his eyes and saw that tall and tall figure. His deep voice and smiling expression were all engraved in her heart.     

It was everyone's nature to be afraid of death. She was also afraid.     

When she found out that she was sharing her body with another person, she was helpless and, thinking about dying. But what she was afraid of was not death, but never seeing him.     

Even if death came, she wanted to listen to him at the end.     

She seemed to have made up her mind and pressed the number she had memorized in her heart.     

"I'm Jin Lin, who is it?" His deep voice was still as pleasant as his memory.     

Su Baiqing eyes turned red, tears welling up in his eyes. She had never been a crybaby. In that winter, she had thought that she was going to die and did not cry when she was knocked unconscious.     

But when she heard the familiar voice, she couldn't stop her tears.     

"Jin, Jin Lin." Her lips trembled as she spoke.     

Jin Lin's entire body shook. His pupils dilated when he heard a faint voice. His throat slid as he asked hoarsely," Little White, is it you?"     

Su Baiqing held her cell phone. Her tears were like broken faucets, and her eyes blurred. No sound could be heard from his throat as he nodded heavily.     

At that moment, all the emotions surged into his heart, as if he could only feel better if he sobbed.     

When he heard the sobbing on the phone, his heart seemed to be gripped tightly by a pair of big hands, making it impossible for him to breathe.     

"Jin Lin, I hurt ……"     

Her voice was soft and soft, as if it would break at any moment.     

"Where are you?" He clenched his hands tightly and tried his best to maintain calm.     

The call came to a halt and the sobbing disappeared, as if everything was an illusion.     

Jin Lin was panting with difficulty. She closed her eyes and looked like Su Baiqing was covered in wounds.     

The door to the surveillance room was pushed open. Lin Liang's expression was a little complicated," Captain Jin, this is the information Jin Ran contacted everyone over the past year, but ……"     

Jin Lin interrupted him," Check this number."     

Lin Liang looked at the screen and pointed at the number on the data." That's the number, Shen An."     

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"I gave you a chance." Shen An walked towards the Su Baiqing with a faint smile on his lips." You don't cherish it yourself."     

Su Baiqing lay on the ground, crying uncontrollably.     

"How many people are struggling, crying, begging for mercy in front of me," he said in a deep voice as he stomped on Su Baiqing shoulder. "I hope I can let them go, but what they don't know is that what I like most is the way they' re struggling under my feet. Only then will I feel the most exciting and surging moment."     

He licked his lips, his face full of killing intent.     

Su Baiqing cheek pressed against the floor, and his shoulder hurt to the bone.     

She closed her eyes, tears dripping down the floor, and her heart felt desolate. As if he had made a decision, his slender fingers gripped the floor, wishing he could cut it open.     

When he opened his eyes again, his big eyes were exceptionally bright and crafty.     

Her shoulder hurt from being stepped on. She frowned and looked up at Shen An." Release."     

His voice was filled with killing intent and displeasure.     

Shen An stared at her and the smile on her face grew even more serious." Ran Ran, congratulations on your return!"