I have Futian in my heart

Chapter 8 Persecution Delusional Disorder
More than an hour later, Zheng Xiaoming walked out of the police station with a happy face and a bonus of [-] yuan in his pocket.

"This is almost catching up with my full attendance award for a month!
Unfortunately, the clues I provided are not very critical.Otherwise, the bonus is more than just that! "

Zheng Xiaoming was both happy and regretful.

At this moment, Zheng Xiaoming suddenly felt a sharp edge.

It was like the dangerous feeling I experienced when I left Cuiwei Mountain Park the night before yesterday.

And it's much stronger than the feeling the night before!

It's just that when Zheng Xiaoming looked back, he didn't find anything unusual.

If it was someone else, I would only think that I felt wrong at this time!
But who is Zheng Xiaoming?

He prides himself on being an online writer who is well versed in all kinds of routines. Faced with this situation, he felt a "click" in his heart: "No, there won't be perverted killers waiting outside the police station. Let's see who can provide clues to the police?"

Sensing the danger, Zheng Xiaoming's eyes immediately became sharper, carefully observing the surroundings of the police station.

The Nancheng Police Station is in a back street, there are not many pedestrians, and there are a few shops.

Zheng Xiaoming immediately noticed a coffee shop at the intersection across the street.

This coffee shop has a glass wall along the street. If there is a murderer, you can sit in the shop and observe the movement of the gate of the police station.

In a short period of time, countless thoughts passed through Zheng Xiaoming's mind.The first is fear, worry, regret!
What he was most afraid of was attracting the murderer to his own home.Zheng Xiaoming was not too worried about himself, but he was afraid of getting Zheng Yingying involved.

And thinking of someone threatening Zheng Yingying's safety, Zheng Xiaoming suddenly calmed down, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the coffee shop as if nothing had happened!
At noon, the business of the coffee shop was very average, and there were only three customers in it at a glance.

One of them, a man and a woman, didn't seem like a couple, they were strange and awkward, maybe they were on a blind date.

The other is a gentle man with glasses and a shirt, very temperamental.There is a laptop in front of him!

And when Zheng Xiaoming saw this man, his gaze froze slightly, because this man was sitting by the glass wall.

It seemed that this man was the most suspicious!
Zheng Xiaoming looked away calmly, and looked at the shopkeeper who had already greeted him.

The shop owner is a young girl with a smile on her face. Before she can open her mouth, Zheng Xiaoming said, "A cup of black coffee with milk and no sugar!"

The owner's sister: "...isn't this a latte?"

Zheng Xiaoming gave him a strange look: "I didn't let you froth the milk!"

The shopkeeper's sister had something MMP wanted to say, but in the end it all turned into a smile: "Okay, please wait a moment. Find a seat for yourself!"

Zheng Xiaoming nodded, as if walking past the man casually.

The man was typing something on his notebook, and he didn't seem to notice Zheng Xiaoming's passing by at all.

Zheng Xiaoming's eyes turned cold, and suddenly he picked up a chair from the side.With all his strength, he smashed his head at the man.

There was a "click" sound, and the force was too great, and the chair shattered directly.

Zheng Xiaoming was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood. This chair looks quite beautiful, but it is so flimsy. Could it be that it was bought from a certain shop?

And the gentle man was also beaten, with blood left on his forehead, he looked up at Zheng Xiaoming in surprise.

Blood flowed into the man's eyes, and then the man's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he jumped up from the seat and rushed towards Zheng Xiaoming...

Then as soon as he got up, Zheng Xiaoming kicked him in the chest and kicked him back to his seat.

With a click, even the coffee table was crushed this time!This time, Zheng Xiaoming was sure that the furniture must have been bought by a certain family.The seemingly thick tabletop is actually two layers of plywood with foam cardboard filling in the middle.

Of course this is not important!
What's important is that Zheng Xiaoming didn't beat the wrong person, as can be seen from the abusive aura that erupted from this man just now!

His heart was completely put back in his stomach, and before the man got up, he picked up a chair again and threw it on the man.

It wasn't until this time that the other people in the coffee shop realized what had happened, exclaimed and screamed.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Xiaoming yelled louder than them: "Call the police, this guy is a murderous pervert!"

The man got up, and when he heard Zheng Xiaoming's cry, he showed a flustered expression. He didn't care about fighting with Zheng Xiaoming, and turned around to run away.

Zheng Xiaoming wanted to chase after him just now, but he didn't expect that the man turned around suddenly, and with a switchblade in his hand, he stabbed Zheng Xiaoming's neck very fiercely, without any hesitation.

If this knife was really stabbed, Zheng Xiaoming would definitely be dead, and Zheng Xiaoming was so frightened that he retreated violently.

But the man's face was covered with blood now, but his expression was even more ferocious, without the slightest trace of his original gentle temperament.Holding a sharp knife, he rushed towards Zheng Xiaoming fiercely.

At this time, it looked like a wounded beast with a crazy momentum.

Zheng Xiaoming's mouth was parched and he kept backing away, using the tables and chairs of the coffee shop to circle around with this man.

Reckless, really reckless.Looking at the guy who is thin and weak, I didn't expect to be beaten so hard!They were all bloodied, yet they were still so vicious.

Of course, it is also to blame for the poor quality of the chairs in this store.If it were stronger...

Annoyed in his heart, the man followed Zheng Xiaoming around the table at first.But he quickly reacted, pushed the obstructing table and chairs, and rushed towards Zheng Xiaoming.

Zheng Xiaoming dodged in panic, but bumped into the table behind him, losing his balance suddenly.Seeing the danger is inevitable.

At this moment, an electric kettle full of hot water hit the man.Boiling water immediately poured the man all over.

No matter how perverted this man was, he was scalded by boiling water, no matter how fierce he was, he couldn't help screaming at the top of his lungs.

Zheng Xiaoming is ruthless and ruthless, he believes in beating a snake and not dying, but he will suffer from it!

Seeing the man screaming, he temporarily lost his attack power.He actually picked up a table and smashed it viciously on the man.

After being hit hard again, the man screamed more and more horribly, almost fainting.

Zheng Xiaoming was still worried, so he picked up a chair and threw it over, more than ten times in a row.

Suddenly, someone shouted from behind: "Put down the things, don't hit anyone anymore! Otherwise, I'll shoot!"

Zheng Xiaoming's heart trembled, he quickly calmed down from the adrenaline rush, obediently threw away the broken chair in his hand, and raised his hand.

A policeman rushed in, pressed Zheng Xiaoming to the ground, and cuffed his hands behind his back.

Zheng Xiaoming yelled: "Officer, you arrested the wrong person! The man on the ground is the murderer, the murderer of the Cuiweishan case!"

(End of this chapter)