Just by looking at it, Ning Bing'er saw that Feige's heart had been lost, and his whole face was slightly purple, which was a symptom caused by the lack of qi and blood, and all this could not be saved by the gods at present, after all, there were no instruments and no medical facilities.

"Fart, I'm so good!" the flying pigeon raised his head in disbelief, unwilling to take care of the delicate child.

This is the first time I have seen Ning Bing'er, and I was attracted by such a watery appearance, this peerless beauty looks particularly eye-catching and comfortable, this is a beautiful and durable little face.

"Okay, that's fine, but after a while, you'll bleed from your nostrils, and if nothing else, it's not surprising that you're likely to bleed. Ning Bing'er turned her head and said coldly.

"Let's go, my God, let's sit over there. Ning Bing'er pulled the stunned man over, unwilling to continue to deal with this man who didn't know what to do and was still proud.

After speaking, Ning Bing'er winked at Ning Xiangtian, and then walked forward quickly, walking to the front of the crowd, unwilling to deal with this poor man.

Bing'er didn't say much after a while, the flying pigeon's nostrils were really bleeding, and he raised his head in panic, trying to stop the bleeding, and exclaimed, "Help!"

But Ning Bing'er still didn't pay attention to the megalomaniac of flying pigeons, she still held Ning Xiangtian's hand, and strode forward like a meteor walking, not caring whether the people behind were wailing or praying, as if she didn't hear it.

"Bing'er, is it really hopeless?" Ning Xiangtian asked in a low voice, the expression on his face was full of doubts and surprises, and he even felt that Ning Bing'er was a god operator, and this advanced prediction ability shocked him.

"Don't talk, I'm going to him. Ning Bing'er blinked her eyes ghostly as she spoke, and she grabbed the fool who wanted to turn her head to look at the back, but was pulled by Ning Bing'er.

"You stupid, don't look at it!" Ning Bing'er reminded in a low voice.

"You're so ghostly, Bing'er, underestimate you. Ning Xiangtian tightened Ning Bing'er's hand and said excitedly.

"Miss Ning, is there really something wrong with the flying pigeon?" Team Li walked over and asked in a low voice, with a puzzled and suspicious look on his face, which looked very cute.

"Yes, whoever let him drag him like this, he doesn't know how to die when he dies. Ning Bing'er said loudly at Team Li.

Deliberately raising the volume and deliberately scaring the flying pigeon, although it is somewhat obvious, but for the flying pigeon who has been bleeding from the nose, the effect is greater.

"Team Li, which part of the flying pigeon is in charge?" Ning Bing'er asked in a low voice.

I haven't met this man in my last life, and I don't understand this man's path, but he looks like a ruthless person, who should be in control of the company's secrets, and now is the time when his nerves are the most vulnerable, and if he is scared, he can find new secrets or get more information, which may be more effective for solving the case.

"I don't know, I haven't been arraigned yet, I'll talk about it when I get back. Team Li said disapprovingly, not in a hurry at all, more like it was none of his business.

"Team Li, you are confused, while his nerves are fragile now, it will have an effect when he asks, how about it?" Ning Bing'er emphasized again, that kind of affirmative little eyes, as well as that firm face, gave people an ironclad sense of perseverance.

"Will it be a violation of discipline?" Team Li asked with some uncertainty, after all, there was no precedent for such a private interrogation, and he was a little afraid to violate discipline.

"Why don't I come?" Ning Bing'er said voluntarily patting her chest, her heart already blooming.

Knowing the internal structure of the organization earlier, being able to decipher the code of the organization faster, is now a top priority, everyone is ready to go, and one more day of delay will be one more day of loss, one more day of uncertainty, and one more day of accidents.

Time and life and property are racing at the same time, and Ning Bing'er is most concerned about whether Sister Xiaomei's whereabouts are in this transaction.

After hesitating for a moment, Team Li looked back at the flying pigeon lying on the corpse, and then at Ning Bing'er with a determined face, hesitating whether to agree, after all, this is not in accordance with the rules and procedures.

"Team Li, I'll talk to him and make sure you don't break your rules. Ning Bing'er prayed again.

Looking at that resolute and sure delicate face, those dark eyes flashed with a strange light, like a meteor under the starry sky, and like a lonely boat on the vast sea.

This is an affirmation that no one has ever given, and it is also a firmness that no one else can give, and it is still the wisdom and alertness that a nineteen-year-old child has not seen.

"Okay, then you can talk, don't go too far. Team Li said helplessly in the end, as if he didn't know how much courage he mustered.

"Bing'er......." Ning Xiangtian looked at Ning Bing'er who walked over without hesitation, and wanted to hold it, but in the end it was unsuccessful, and watched her confidently walk backwards.

It was a self-confidence, a belief that spread in the bottom of my heart, a determination that no one could change, and no one could stop it.

Ning Xiangtian felt in a trance that she was really not important, it was dispensable for Ning Bing'er, and her weight in her heart was not as good as her grand goal.

"Flying pigeon, where do you feel uncomfortable?" Ning Bing'er took his hand and said disapprovingly while trumpeting, her raised eyebrows giving people a hint of ridicule and ridicule.

Glancing at the beauty who inexplicably cared about him, Feige's cheeks were a little nervous, this man is well-informed, but he is still very insulated for women, and he reacts very strongly when he touches it.

"Okay, what's uncomfortable?" said while walking quickly, he frowned and cared, after all, this time the pulse really found that the pulse of the flying pigeon was disordered, and the beating was rapid and slow, sometimes slight and sometimes strong, and there was no rhythm at all.

For a person who is physically strong and often practices martial arts, this little injury is not in the way, but Feige is so weak, Ning Bing'er feels that this man must be often exposed to chemical pollutants, and his internal organs have long been damaged, so he shouted nervously: "Stop!"

Looking at Ning Bing'er's surprised and worried look, everyone waited with bated breath for her to make an amazing decision.

They didn't know much about Ning Bing'er, but looking at her such a professional pulse diagnosis and that focused look, it was impossible to pretend to be so similar, so they had to stop obediently and let her take a closer look.

After staring at it for a few seconds, Ning Bing'er asked nervously, "Do you often come into contact with formalin?"

Hearing the technical and sensitive terms of "formalin", a trace of doubt and surprise flashed in Feige's eyes, and he pretended to be calm and said, "What is that, I don't know." ”

Looking at the head grabbed by the flying pigeon, and the way it was evading, Ning Bing'er guessed that the information that this man had might be sharper and more secretive, and asked again: "Is it true, say, or is it really dead?"

Hearing Ning Bing'er howl so loudly and nervously, Feige turned her head in fear, trembling, and stuck to her in a panic.

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