I found the hostess of the explosive unit in the crowd, and she knelt there motionless as if she was unconscious.
The onlookers had been persuaded by the police at the scene to get out of the cordon, leaving only the woman kneeling on the ground.
In her current situation, no one dares to touch her easily.
The doctor had not yet arrived at the scene, and the police officers present could only look at the woman and try not to provoke her emotions.
As I stared at the woman, a dark shadow burst out of the blast building.
Directly at the woman kneeling on the ground I didn't think anything about it, I pulled the car door and rushed down, running straight to the woman I wasn't as fast as the shadow, but I wasn't far from the kneeling woman.
It can be said that it was only a few seconds earlier than the black shadow that came to the kneeling women.
The police brother who was present wanted to stop me, but it was also out of a knee-jerk reaction.
When they realized which car I was getting out of, they scattered and didn't come near me and the kneeling woman.
"Can I talk to you, can you still talk normally now, can you understand me," I tried to say to the woman kneeling in front of me.
When I rushed in front of the woman, the black shadow that had been rushing towards her suddenly hid behind a car and did not rush again.
I was sure that the shadow was because of me, so I didn't rush again.
But I don't know how long it can hide, looking at the posture just now, the momentum of the black shadow pounced on the woman in front of me is obvious.
It was a kind of hatred, a resentment that wanted revenge, and I felt it from afar.
The woman hadn't spoken yet, and I couldn't guess why the case had happened.
But she must have done something, otherwise the ghost of the black shadow would not have rushed towards her.
Now that I saw it, I couldn't just look at it, no matter what the woman in front of me did.
I can't just watch her get haunted by her spirit, and then suddenly die without anyone knowing what's going on.
When I finished asking, the woman was visibly trembling, but she still didn't want to communicate with me.
I frowned and asked, "Can you hear me, am I helping you, if you want to live, you'd better explain things to me while the police haven't questioned you yet, maybe I can help you."
I'm just a forensic doctor, and I don't have the right to have a direct conversation with a suspect, let alone a face-to-face question.
But I can't care so much now, in order to save the life of the woman in front of me, I am competing for time with the soul crouching in the shadows.
Maybe I turn around and leave one second, and the next second the woman kneeling in front of me will be ghosted.
Before everyone could take any precautions, she suddenly went insane and went crazy.
Even if she is brought back to the bureau, it is impossible to ask for any clues related to the case.
"No one can help me, no one can help me, I killed someone, I killed someone," the woman who was kneeling on the ground suddenly muttered to herself.
I knew she was talking to me, but she wasn't fully awake yet.
I'm going to have to find a way to get her to her senses and watch me explain things clearly.
As long as I'm here, that ghost thing won't rush directly for the time being, and it seems that it is still a little jealous of me. aa2705221: