The Real Young Miss’s Secret Identities Revealed

They were already unconscious from being shot. The strange thing was that their bodies were all pricked with needles.

Yan Zheng looked at the wounds on their bodies and walked in front of Jiang Li with his mouth agape. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Jiang Li holding a dagger in her hand.

"This is..." Yan Zheng did not know what had happened in the Angel Resort, but he could feel that this thing's origin was very special.

Jiang Li waved the dagger in her hand and said disdainfully, "My old friend came to visit me."

Yan Zheng's expression was quite ugly. He said in a low voice, "I want to take them away."

These people were not from the right background, and they were extremely dangerous. They could not stay outside.

Jiang Li heard the ringtone of her phone, and she noticed that it was a text message about Fu Jiuxiao. She sighed helplessly.

Something so serious had happened to her, and Yan Zheng had rushed over. How could Fu Jiuxiao not know about it?

Jiang Li composed herself and said to Yan Zheng with a smile, "Do you need me to go with you to record my statement?"

Yan Zheng wanted to say 'no'. After all, Jiang Li was still faking her death. However, he thought of something and asked, "Any ideas?"

Jiang Li's tone was light, but her voice was cold. She said, "What if they're with the bomber?"

Yan Zheng called out to his colleagues and carried the three men into the car.

Jiang Li turned her head to look at the curled-up driver. When he was facing the bullets, he was still rather fearless. However, he was filled with lingering fear and curled up beside the car, not daring to move at the moment.

She said to the driver, "You don't have to follow us anymore. Get a few people to clean up the surroundings."

"Don't leave any traces behind."

The driver nodded and watched as Yan Zheng brought Jiang Li and Erlong into the police car. He could only bite the bullet and contact someone to clean up the place.

Jiang Li was sitting in the back seat of the car, playing with the dagger in her hand. No one knew what she was thinking.

Yan Zheng was sitting in the passenger seat. He could see Jiang Li's movements when he turned his head. He said helplessly, "You wiped away all the fingerprints."

Jiang Li curled her lips and smiled coldly. She reminded Yan Zheng, "They were wearing gloves."

They should be reaching the police station soon.

All of this was done in secret under the dark night.

When Jiang Li got out of the police car, she plunged into Fu Jiuxiao's arms.

All her previous fatigue and anxiety disappeared completely the moment she was surrounded by Fu Jiuxiao's aura.

It was as if there was only her and Fu Jiuxiao in this world.

Fu Jiuxiao patted her back gently and coaxed, "Don't be afraid."

Yan Zheng happened to walk over, and when he heard those two words, he could not help but roll his eyes.

Would Jiang Li be afraid?

Jiang Li wished she could put needles all over those three people's bodies.

Yan Zheng coughed lightly. "I'm sorry, the two of you. I have to bother you."

"Can you pull out the needles from their bodies?"

Those three men were unable to speak or move because of those needles, so they could only maintain their stiff posture.

He really wanted to know which acupuncture points Jiang Li had hit.

Jiang Li leaned in Fu Jiuxiao's arms and turned to look at Yan Zheng. "Wait a little longer."

"Okay!" Yan Zheng left quickly.

Fu Jiuxiao hugged Jiang Li lightly and lightly kissed her lips. "Do you want to go home?"

If Jiang Li said 'yes', they could leave immediately.

Statement recording?

Interrogation?

All these would have nothing to do with them.

Jiang Li raised her head and tiptoed to kiss Fu Jiuxiao's chin. "I want to know who sent them."

At first, she thought that they were on the same side as the bomber, but she was also confident that this matter would not be easily exposed.

So, it was another group.

Fu Jiuxiao took a coat and put it on Jiang Li, walking into the police station with her.

The three assassins were all injured, and after treating their wounds, they were interrogated separately.

The whole interrogation process could be said to have no progress, and it was rather bumpy.

When Jiang Li saw Yan Zheng, Yan Zheng scratched his neat hair into a mess, turned around, and shouted, "We have to ask them."

"Put them all in the detention center. I don't believe they can endure it."

When Jiang Li saw Yan Zheng, she could not help but laugh. When she looked up at Fu Jiuxiao, a thought popped up in her mind.

These three assassins would not say it out loud.

Since it was a profession that did not care about their lives, it meant that they were mentally prepared and could sacrifice their lives at any time.

"They can endure it," Fu Jiuxiao said impolitely as if he was watching a show.

Yan Zheng turned around and said dejectedly, "They are assassins. They must be interrogated."

Could it be that Jiang Li did not want them to be interrogated?

Jiang Li had already seen them twice.

"Let me try!" Jiang Li repeated again.

Yan Zheng remembered that Jiang Li had said that she wanted to 'try'. He did not quite understand it at first, but when Jiang Li walked into the interrogation room with an ordinary pendant, he suddenly felt that it was ridiculous.

Hypnosis?

Of course, Yan Zheng had seen the work process of a psychiatrist, and he knew that it was not as simple and easy as what he had seen on TV.

He felt that Jiang Li was taking things too lightly.

Fu Jiuxiao did not really have high hopes for this, but Jiang Li wanted to try, so what if she failed?