Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 442 Chen Changmin's Resurrection 2

The moment his back slammed into the glass coffee table, the entire tempered glass shattered into countless tiny fragments, reflecting a dazzling, deathly light under the chandelier.

"vomit--"

Gao Jianxiang curled up in the shards of glass and retched violently, with stomach acid mixed with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

His hands instinctively covered his abdomen.

Chen Changmin walked over, grabbed Gao Jianxiang, and slammed him against the television set hanging on the wall.

click-

The television screen shattered completely.

Gao Jianxiang scrambled to his feet, knowing that if he didn't fight back, he would probably be beaten to death by the enraged Chen Changmin.

He grabbed the flower basket beside him and threw it at Chen Changmin, trying to slow Chen Changmin down.

Chen Changmin picked up a chrome-plated golf club from the corner of the wall; the metal shaft gleamed coldly under the light.

He swung his arm in a wide arc, the cue stick whistling through the air before slamming heavily onto Gao Jianxiang's spine.

With a sharp "snap," a purplish-black bruise instantly appeared under Gao Jianxiang's skin.

“Snap! Snap!”

After several powerful strikes, the tip of the cue stick was covered in tiny beads of blood. Chen Changmin, panting heavily, suddenly threw the deformed cue stick aside with a clatter.

He turned and walked toward the oak bookshelf, his forearm muscles clenching as he gripped the edge with both hands.

With a low growl, the two-meter-tall bookshelf emitted a teeth-grinding groan and slowly tilted forward.

"boom--"

Hundreds of books cascaded down like an avalanche, completely burying Gao Jianxiang. Amid the deafening crash of the bookshelves, the faint cracking sound of bones breaking could be heard.

Chen Changmin then jumped to the back of the bookshelf and stood on it, jumping vigorously.

Gao Jianxiang was crushed by the bookshelf and nearly lost his life.

Chen Changmin stepped on the collapsed bookshelf, his heavy leather shoes leaving several dented footprints on the wooden shelf.

He hopped around casually a few times, as if the bookshelves beneath his feet weren't pressing down on him, but rather the hopscotch grids of a child's house.

With each rise and fall, a faint groan and a creaking sound of bones bearing the strain could be heard from beneath the bookshelf.

Having jumped enough, Chen Changmin easily landed, casually brushed off the wood chips stuck to his sleeves, and stretched his neck as if he had just finished a warm-up exercise.

He strolled into the kitchen, his leather shoes stepping over the bloodstains on the floor tiles, leaving a trail of fading red footprints.

The refrigerator door creaked open, and the cold light illuminated half of his blood-stained face.

"Tsk."

He disdainfully rummaged through the few remaining foods, finally pulling out half a bag of toast and a few damp biscuits.

He chewed breadcrumbs mixed with the blood still smeared from the corners of his mouth, leaning against the kitchen counter as he ate, occasionally glancing back at the pile of rubble in the living room.

Chen Changmin walked over with the bread in his hand: "I told you before, don't complicate simple issues. Let's talk properly after I finish eating."

Chen Changmin roughly tore open the salt bag, and the snow-white salt grains poured into the mineral water bottle with a "whoosh".

He tightened the cap, his arm muscles tensed, and he shook the bottle violently, the salt grains colliding with the plastic bottle wall, making a "shush" sound.

The moment the salt water mixed, he grinned a ferocious smile, the veins on his forehead bulging and throbbing with the movement.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised the bottle and poured the murky saline solution over his mutilated left ear—

"Sizzle!"

The moment the saline solution touched the wound, it felt like hot oil being poured onto raw meat, instantly producing a strange white foam.

Chen Changmin's neck muscles tensed up suddenly, and his teeth clenched so tightly that they clicked, but he didn't utter a single cry of pain.

Fresh blood mixed with salt water dripped down his earlobe, leaving several light red marks on his shoulder.

His right eye was bloodshot from the excruciating pain, yet it gleamed with a kind of manic pleasure.

The saline solution continued to wash over the exposed ear cartilage, turning the originally dark red wound white.

As the last few drops of saline solution seeped into the wound, he chuckled softly, his salt-covered fingers grinding fiercely against the wound as if he were enjoying the self-inflicted pain.

The salt water washed over the wound, the intense pain causing Chen Changmin to scream and yell.

Gao Jianxiang, who was trapped under the bookshelf, remained motionless.

If it were someone else, they would definitely think he was dead.

Li Jian, who was familiar with the plot, knew that Gao Jianxiang was also blessed with protagonist's aura and would not die so easily.

If he hadn't intervened, he could have easily survived until the very end.

After treating his wounds, Chen Changmin walked over, grabbed Gao Jianxiang's legs, and pulled hard.

"what!"

Gao Jianxiang was dragged out screaming, like a dead dog.

Gao Jianxiang suddenly turned around and kicked Chen Changmin.

Chen Changmin was kicked so hard that he fell flat on his back and sat on the ground.

Gao Jianxiang took the opportunity to run into the bedroom and lock the door.

Gao Jianxiang, covered in blood, staggered around the house searching for anything heavy he could use to block the door.

He gritted his teeth and dragged the heavy treadmill, the metal base scraping against the floor with a screeching sound, sweat mixed with blood dripping from his chin. He flipped the solid wood table over, its legs bracing against the door like barricades.

Finally, he pushed the sofa and bookshelves over, piling them up to form a rickety barrier.

"boom!"

Chen Changmin's leather shoes slammed heavily on the door lock from outside, causing the entire door frame to tremble.

Wood chips fell from the hinges, and a terrifying bulge had appeared in the center of the door panel. Gao Jianxiang braced his shoulder against the refrigerator, clearly feeling the impact of each strike, which made his chest go numb.

"Crack!"

puff-

Gao Jianxiang's pupils suddenly contracted—the sharp tip of the knife had already pierced through the door panel, and wood chips were flying everywhere.

The blade, like a venomous snake's tongue, carved a hole the size of a bowl into the door panel.

Through the jagged crack, Chen Changmin's bloodshot eyeball was pressed tightly against the outside.

His bloodshot eyes were covered with spiderweb-like blood vessels, and his pupils were shrunken to the size of pinpoints, trembling wildly behind the crack in the door.

Even more horrifying, his mutilated left ear was still dripping blood, dark red blood droplets sliding down the blade and hitting the threshold with a "thud".

“Found you.”

A hoarse voice, mixed with the smell of blood, poured in through the hole.

"Meow--"

The eerie scream terrified Gao Jianxiang so much that his legs went weak, and he crawled on the ground, quickly moving to a place where the other person couldn't see him.

Chen Changmin reached his hand in, trying to open the door.

Gao Jianxiang immediately rushed over, grabbed Chen Changmin's arm, tied Chen Changmin's wrist with a cloth strip, and tied the other end to the treadmill.

Gao Jianxiang flung open the window. He straddled the window frame and glanced down, instantly feeling dizzy—the six-story height made the cars on the ground look like toy models.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped out of the window.

The slippery windowsill nearly caused him to fall, and in his haste, his fingernails scratched several white marks on the wall.

At this moment, he was pressed against the vertical outer wall, clinging to the edge, which was less than ten centimeters wide, like a gecko.