After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

The pen in Feng Yin's hand touched the paper heavily.

She took the phone with the satellite map, zoomed in, confirmed the latitude and longitude, marked the range, and stood up.

The people around him dispersed silently, showing their respect for the wise man.

Officer Wang reacted quickly, picked up the paper Feng Yin painted, and looked for professionals.

After finding a professional, Officer Wang pointed at the data on the paper and asked, "Is it correct?"

"What's wrong?"

Professionals didn’t react, but these data look familiar?

"Calculate the range of drowning people in the river."

"what!"

Professionals quickly brought it over. They had not yet calculated how it came out.

"No, what data is this?"

A strange piece of data appeared. Officer Wang looked at the picture of the little man next to the data and remembered, "It's the people who were fished out and found their location."

That's it!

"Awesome, awesome, if this is really the case, this data is completely correct - why are you going!"

Officer Wang ran away.

"Follow me!"

Officer Wang found Feng Yin's figure. She had already walked in front of the mother who was sitting on the ground begging.

Officer Wang's hair is standing on end, what is Feng Yin going to do!
What can she say!
He really couldn't guess at all.

The mother sitting on the ground had a pair of shoes reflected in her pupils.

She slowly raised her head, and Feng Yin, who had not yet completely taken off his equipment, saw that he was a frogman.

The woman immediately wrapped Feng Yin's legs and begged loudly: "Please, please, find my son!"

"Relax for a moment. I'm a body hunter. It takes three hours at a time, and the price is 2000 yuan for three hours."

The woman was stunned for a moment, but turned around and nodded crazily. "I promise, I promise!"

Feng Yin stretched out his hand, pulled up the woman kneeling on the ground and said, "I will try my best, but the result may not be certain. This is the position I calculated, but I need to rest for an hour."

"Good! Good!"

The women all agreed, as long as someone goes to catch it, it will be fine.

Feng Yin sat down, eating the energy bar given by Lin Yu, and watching the comments in the live broadcast room.

They were asking Feng Yin why he wanted money?
They were condemning Feng Yin for asking for money.

They were cursing Feng Yin for being unsympathetic and selfish.

"You are all reincarnations of bull-headed and horse-faced people. You don't eat the fireworks of the world. You can drink the northwest wind every day to keep you full."

"I haven't been immoral for a day or two. Why are you kidnapping me with the morals you say? As if I can listen."

"Does your modesty deserve to make me sad? Don't overestimate yourself. You are not as important to me as the buns I ate this morning."

"If I say these two words, it will hurt your glass heart. Tell me which words you said, and I will say them again."

"See if I don't beat you to death!"

"But pull it down, put away your noble morals, and love the world. The counterfeiters don't even bother to pay attention to you."

The women on the side were dumbfounded. Is this man really a corpse collector?

She didn't care about her scolding and venomous tongue, but she cared about whether she could catch her son.

And she spent this money willingly, why would anyone scold her?

"Why do people scold you?"

The woman calmed down a little and asked.

Feng Yin showed the woman his cell phone and said nonchalantly: "They are fighting for your injustice, saying that I shouldn't collect money."

The woman had a strange expression, even a little scared.

"Don't listen to them. I'm willing to give you money, but you must go down and get my son! Please!"