Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Li Xiucai repeatedly explained, for fear that Constable Feng misunderstood himself, "I didn't eavesdrop! Really? Constable Feng! I didn't! "

"I I'm just afraid... "

Li Xiucai's whole body was shaking so much that he didn't even dare to look into the room where the corpse was placed.

Constable Feng looked at him coldly for a while, and finally said to Maoqi, "girl, let him go first."

Mao Qi had no objection and let Li Xiucai's hand go.

As soon as Li Xiucai was free, he immediately walked towards Constable Feng, feeling his arm and breathing. It was obvious that the pain was severe.

When Shen Qing saw it, he said, "Mao Qi is a martial arts practitioner. It's a bit heavy. If you accidentally hurt your hand, I'm afraid you won't be able to write well in the past six months."

Li Xiucai's body froze and suddenly looked up at Maoqi, with venomous eyes.

But soon he realized something. He bowed his head in a hurry and said, "that What shall I do? "

"What can we do?" Mao Qi sneered and said indifferently, "who let you peep? You deserve it. It's good that you didn't waste your hand directly."

She didn't seem to be joking. When she said this, her eyes were cool on Li Xiucai's arm. It seemed that if she did it again, she would really waste Li Xiucai's hand.

Li Xiucai's face was pale and he didn't dare to speak.

Constable Feng wanted to say a few words for Li Xiucai, but suddenly he was surprised when he looked at Shen Qing. When he got to his mouth, he said, "Li Xiucai, you'd better be careful. We already know who the killer is now."

"Ah? Do you know who the killer is? Who is it? " Li Xiucai suddenly looked up at Constable Feng. His face turned white and his pupils contracted. On the surface, he was surprised and happy.

But in fact, from the bottom of his eyes was panic.

The murderer was found, but he was afraid. Why?

After finding out this, Feng thought of what Mao Qi had just said in his room. His heart was cold and he soon had a guess.

But he nodded quietly and said, "someone saw the killers last night. They are two killers, but we haven't had time to ask who they are. We'll find out later."

"Yes Is it? Who is that man? What if that man is the murderer and he lies to you on purpose? " Li Xiucai said.

"I don't know if I'm lying until I ask, but I'll find out who the killer is again. OK, Li Xiucai, do you want to go to the man with us?" Constable Feng stares at Li Xiucai and asks.

But Li Xiucai shook his head quickly. After shaking his head, he seemed to find it strange that he was too eager to refuse, so he explained in a voice: "I I'm afraid. What if the murderer gets angry and wants to kill? I I still won't go. I'll go to other people... "

"All right, let's go. Be careful yourself." Constable Feng was not at all surprised by Li Xiucai's refusal. He nodded, and suddenly put his hand on Li Xiucai's shoulder. He pinched it and made Li Xiucai's face whiter. He almost cried out in pain.

But the head portrait of Feng was totally unaware of his heavy hand. He took back his hand and left with Shen Qingshi Maoqi.

As soon as the three left, Li Xiucai's face changed and ran in the other direction.

When they got to a deserted Zen room, three people went in. As soon as they went in, Constable Feng asked in a deep voice, "girl, did you find that Li Xiucai was eavesdropping long ago? Those words were all fake?"