Chapter 8 I am not a murderer
In addition, when you buy a starship ticket, you will also get two free buffet coupons. As long as you are on the Shengjia Starship, you can go to the restaurant and enter with the coupons at any time.
Because of this, Bai Qianchun felt that a starship ticket of 666 star coins was still worth it.
After she put the suitcase and the small flower pot away, she couldn't help but go out in the small room.
The public places of the starship are gathered on the second and third floors, and there is also an observation deck on the top floor.
Bai Qianchun took a few glances at the lively and laughing second and third floors before walking towards the top floor. From the viewing platform on the top floor, you can look up at the stars and see the vast universe of galaxies and the mysterious distribution of nebulae. It can be said that It is an excellent location to learn about the universe.
After coming to this star from the ancient martial arts world, she had only been on the Feng family battleship when Feng Youyu came to the main star, but the battleship did not have such a large viewing platform for enjoying the scenery, and she was weak that time. Non-internal personnel in the battleship were also restricted in their scope of movement, so they did not have the opportunity to appreciate such a beautiful cosmic galaxy.
Bai Qianchun felt regretful and took this opportunity to admire it on the viewing platform for a long time. From the rubble celestial bodies that passed by the starship to the ever-changing nebulae, she watched with gusto.
Unlike her, a country bumpkin who had never seen the universe and galaxies when she first arrived, the orthodox interstellar people had long been tired of seeing them, so no one else came up to the viewing platform except her for the entire afternoon.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, when her stomach began to rebel, Bai Qianchun reluctantly left.
"Ah——" A harsh female scream came from the direction of the fifth-floor superior warehouse.
Bai Qianchun paused as she walked down, turned her head and looked keenly in the direction of the screams, narrowed her beautiful dark eyes, and moved her nose slightly as she pulled down her mask.
This is the taste of blood!
"What's wrong, what's going on?"
"The Sheng family starship is so clean. It's unlikely that we encountered some cockroaches or mice."
"Women are troublesome and make a fuss about everything."
The doors to the superior warehouse opened one after another, and dark heads poked out of the doors curiously.
Those who love to join in the fun even go out and head towards the direction of the screams.
The originally quiet corridor began to become noisy.
Bai Qianchun thought for a while and walked in that direction behind a gentle man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
"It's none of my business. I'm not a murderer. I was just passing by. He was already like this when I saw him. It's really none of my business."
At the corner of the corridor, people in twos and threes gathered there with astonished faces. A middle-aged aunt, dressed like a nouveau riche, stood in the center with a fat face and a pale face, looking anxiously to her. People around me were explaining something loudly.
Lying on the ground was a young man whose life or death was unknown. A large pool of dazzling blood had formed under him. If you look closely, you can see that his hands and feet were still twitching slightly.
Bai Qianchun glanced at the half-shrunk jeans on his right foot, and her dark pupils shrank suddenly.
It's him, Du Le.
One step faster than her was the man in a suit wearing gold-rimmed glasses in front of her. His expression suddenly changed. He quickly pushed away the two or three people in front of him and rushed to Du Le's side. Then he knelt down and pushed the man aside. The person turned over, took out the treatment device and started emergency inspection.
Only then did Bai Qianchun see clearly the fatal injury on Du Le's body. A hole was opened right at the heart, and bright red blood gurgled out as if it would never stop.
The man in the suit looked at the details of the injury displayed on the treatment device, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. Then he raised his head, and the sharp eyes behind the frame swept around him and shouted calmly.
"The heart is broken, the tendons are broken, and there are people with light powers. Are there any people with light powers? Come and save them."
Although he looks gentle and polite, he exudes a pressure that makes people unable to help but obey his command.
Bai Qianchun paused slightly as he walked out. A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old in the crowd was pushed in awkwardly, knocking Bai Qianchun aside.
After he staggered to his feet, he apologized in a panic with his handsome, immature face, and said tremblingly, "I, I am, but my level is only D."
The man in the suit looked at him with a heavy face and sighed silently, "Just give it a try. He only has one breath left. Just do your best."
In fact, even an S-class light power user can only guarantee that he can stop the bleeding and repair the superficial wounds, but the missing blood and broken heart cannot be repaired, not to mention the murderer's methods are extremely cruel. , the knife severed most of the tendons around his heart.
The heart is equivalent to the driving energy core of the robot. If the tendons connecting the heart are broken, it is equivalent to cutting off the connection between the human body and the energy source that drives people alive. The consequences of this can be imagined.
Another thing is that most of the light power users in the interstellar world are mainly engaged in combat, not healing, and have not done in-depth research on treatment, so these light power users are helpless when their internal organs are injured.
If Du Len could hold on for a few more breaths, send him to the hospital, have an artificial heart made and implanted in time, and arrange for an authoritative heart expert to connect the tendons, and an S-level light power user to assist, he might still be able to save his life. His little life.
But there are only recuperation cabins on the starship, and the doctors are not authoritative experts.
The young and immature boy pursed his lips, nodded vigorously, and then hurriedly walked over and pressed the position of Du Le's heart wound, and a bright light began to release from his hand.
The blood that kept pouring out of Du Le's heart slowly stopped with the light treatment, and gradually stopped bleeding.
The man in the suit glanced at him in surprise, "Is your light power the main healer?"
The boy's eyes were red, and he nodded shyly. His face turned pale as the light power was greatly output, "Yes, I plan to take the medical examination."
Then he continued with a choked voice, "But I can't save him, his heart and veins are broken, I, I can't do anything."
The man in the suit already knew this just now. He comforted the boy with a calm face and understanding, "You have done well enough. Even an S-class light power user can't save him."
Bai Qianchun, who was watching from the sidelines:
No, are today's light power users so cool?
This is not what the relevant reports she saw on the Star Network said before. It introduced how powerful the light powers were and how they played a very powerful role on the battlefield. They praised the fact that every person in the Huayao Empire had light powers. This battlefield can save hundreds of thousands of deaths and so on.
This is the result
Bai Qianchun stopped waiting and walked out of the crowd, "Let me try."