The woman was tied up. For fear that she would hurt song Yue, Zhao Dazhi tied her to the bed.

He asked song Yue, "what does sister-in-law want to ask?"

"You all go out." Song Yue rushed out and gave Xiaobao to Zhao Dazhi, "Xiaobao, you wait outside, and your sister will come out in a moment."

Although Xiaobao was reluctant, he nodded his head cleverly.

After waiting for someone to leave, song Yue closes the door.

Then she took the pocket watch like box out of her pocket and opened it to the woman.

The woman didn't dare to make a sound just now. Now she saw that song Yue was the only one. She was bold again: "little girl, please let me go. I don't know anything!"

Song Yue smile: "you see what this is?"

The woman looked at the box in her hand uncontrollably, only to see the strange pattern on it rotating, her eyes gradually straightened and became dull.

Song Yue then asked: "you are now in Wangjia village four years ago. If you look carefully, what are you doing?"

The woman's eyes were dull: "I... I'm holding a child and I'm going to sell him to a couple."

Song Yue's face was cold and he continued to ask, "what's the child's name? How big is it? Boy or girl? "

"His name is Xiaobao. He's two years old. He's a boy. He's very beautiful!"

Song Yue asked again, "how did he come here?"

"A woman sold it to me. She said she couldn't afford it, so she sold it to me and asked me to send it away."

"What kind of woman? Do you remember what she looked like? "

Song Yue said, directly took out the sketch pen and paper, ready to draw.

"She... She is a young woman... Square face... Small eyes... The bridge of her nose is a little collapsed..."

Women keep talking, song Yue is from time to time to ask a few words, and then write.

The nib rustled against the sketch paper.

Song Yue's painting was very fast. In less than ten minutes, he drew the appearance of a woman.

She lifted up the paper and said, "look, is that her?"

A woman's eyes focused for a moment, then became dazed: "yes, that's her!"

Song Yue looks at the woman again, big square face, not good-looking small eyes, some collapsed garlic nose, face.

On the whole, it's a totally unpleasant face.

Putting away the paper and pen, she looked at the dull woman and said in a voice with mental strength: "you are terminally ill. You know you are guilty. You decide to confess all your crimes to the police and all the people in your organization. Remember?"

The woman mechanically repeated, "yes, I'm guilty. I want to confess."

"Well, now you can wake up."

Song Yue hit a ring finger, the woman's dull eyes began to focus.

She pushed the door open and went out: "call the police. We don't need to do anything here."

Just then, her cell phone suddenly rang.

It's Yao manrou who is looking for her.

Song Yue feels strange, she made a "quiet" gesture, connect the phone: "hello?"

Yao manrou was crying, her voice was very flustered: "Yue Yue, where are you? There's something wrong with your aunt. Can you come back immediately? "

"Auntie? What happened? " Song Yue was stunned for a moment and then remembered that her diary did say that she had a little aunt, an actress and a big star.

It's just that she later

wait!

It seems to have been said in the diary that her aunt had an accident during the shooting!

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