I practiced shooting skills all morning and it was almost time for lunch.

White Latte sat cross-legged in the hole, with a scarecrow target in front of him.

He still couldn't do "hit wherever he pointed within twenty meters", but he unlocked another skill... five consecutive shots from the revolver!

Compared with other firearms, the revolver is more powerful, but the firing rate will be much slower!

Whenever a bullet is fired, you need to tick the wheel with your fingers and pull the hammer again.

It is equivalent to that every time the revolver fires, there are three steps: "pulling the wheel", "pulling the hammer", and "pulling the trigger".

But in the past few days of practice, I don’t know how many bullets I fired. The white latte is already too familiar with these three movements, so he can basically complete them seamlessly.

Hold the revolver firmly with his right hand and aim the barrel at the target in front of him.

His fingers seemed to turn into dancing elfs, into blurry gray shadows, jumping between the wheels, triggers, and hammers!

The muzzle of the revolver spews flames!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Five gunshots were heard, one by one!

Five bullets, angrily shot coherently!

There was a huge hole in the scarecrow's chest instantly.

Straw crumbs flew like snow in the cave!

"It seems quite awesome."

Grass clips fell on his face and were blown away by a white latte. He grinned.

This skill not only requires fast hand speed, not only familiarity with the gun, but also requires extremely rich shooting experience and sufficiently familiar with recoil... In short, this is a skill fed from countless shootings and countless bullets!

"very nice!

"I'm hungry, go to have a meal first."

...

After lunch, I walked out of the cafeteria.

Bai Latte suddenly saw a carriage driving out of the courtyard.

The person driving was Sun Shui Kettle, and angry curses came from the carriage.

"You dog stuff, be careful!

"Your grandma, my wound has not healed yet, so I can't suffer from the bumps.

"Damn it, I can't even understand even if I drive!"

This voice is, Grandma Zhang?

Is Grandma Zhang in Sun Shuike's carriage?

The carriage came, and Sun Ke saw the white latte, as if he had seen the savior!

“The medical department is in chaos.

"Grandma Zhang insisted on being discharged from the hospital, and she also insisted on letting me see her off!

"Old Bai, come with me and help me!"

The white latte was speechless and jumped into the car quickly.

Looking in the carriage, she was stunned for a moment, and was about to scold Grandma Zhang, who was pretending to start scolding, decisively took out the revolver and pulled the hammer with a "click".

"Before, in the Medical Department, there were many people and eyes, which was very inconvenient.

"Otherwise, I would have wanted to talk to my mother-in-law for a long time.

"Old Sun, drive quickly and go to a place where there is no one.

"Give my mother-in-law and my gun to create an opportunity."

The carriage suddenly became quiet.

Only the sound of wheels rumbling.

Sun Shuike was amazed and turned his head secretly, giving Bai Latte a look of admiration.

Haven't noticed before that Lao Bai is so arrogant?

It's really not a good material hahaha.

Grandma Zhang’s home is almost on the other side of the town, and it is very far away. Finally, she was free and she was free, so she whipped her kettle!

Bang!

"drive--"

...

Medical Department, in the ward.

The director was holding a scalpel and dissecting a body.

Dr. Xiaoyu next to him, his eyes were firm.

She could see the densely packed doctors and nurses outside the door, hear them whispering, and hear words such as "medical garbage" and "rule to blame".

But she doesn't care.

The director is dissecting the second patient she died!

She decided that the patient died strangely!

No matter what, she had to look at it, and she had to figure out why the patient died!

Grandma Zhang was frightened and yelled and hurriedly wanted to be discharged from the hospital. She was arranged by the director to take her away in an ambulance. What did Grandma Zhang see and there was no chance to ask again.

But it doesn't matter!

The body is still there! The body will give the answer!

The director's scalpel is not particularly exquisite. After all, he is from a traditional Chinese medicine doctor and he can hardly use a scalpel on weekdays. The level of dissecting corpses is extremely low.

And this is a corpse that died last night and was already stiff.

There was a wound on the chest of the corpse. At this time, the director gritted his teeth, grabbed the scalpel, inserted it into the old wound, and tried his best to break it!

If it weren't for so many people watching, if it weren't for the doctor's face, the director would have wanted to take a big kitchen knife and swing it up and chop it up!

After a lot of effort, the patient's chest finally opened.

You can see a crimson ball of meat lying in the messy flesh and blood fascia. This ball of meat is the heart that stops beating.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The doctors and nurses outside the door shut up, stretched their necks, and leaned into the room.

All of them widened their eyes, fearing that they would miss every picture.

They all raised their ears, for fear of missing every sound.

But when the director didn't bother me, he directly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves.

Then he stretched his hand towards the heart, plucked it, and his face gradually became gloomy.

The director was stunned for a moment, looking distraught.

He reached out to the throat of the body, pinched and touched.

“He was indeed… killed…

"We didn't hear his cry for help because his throat was crushed in advance."

There was a sound of gasping in the field.

But the director continued.

“This is a pinched heart.

"Before the patient, there was a wound on his chest.

"The murderer reached into his hand through the wound and pinched the patient's heart.

"I squeezed it hard, and twisted it. I twisted it by 180 degrees.

"Even... I was taken out of my chest and put it back."

Dr. Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, shook her head vigorously, and made up a mess of thoughts, trying her best to understand the director's words.

The director means...

When the patient was lying on the hospital bed with the wound on his chest.

The murderer came over in the middle of the night, crushed the patient's throat, then put his hand into the patient's chest and played with the patient's heart?

How would it feel to insert a hand into your chest?

What does it feel like if the heart is held by one hand and twisted by the other hand?
To be continued...