Mo Yifu didn't expect the police to come so quickly and didn't escape being questioned.

The young policeman in front of him was a little pale and seemed a little nervous.

"Mr. Policeman, please hurry up and ask, there are still people waiting for me at home. She knows everything about me very well, even more than I know myself...... If you don't believe it, you ask her?" he said and pointed to Lin Tong, who was dressed exquisitely.

The young policeman glanced at Lin Tong, a long pink dress, like a bright lily in the breeze. I couldn't help but purse my mouth, swallow my saliva, and leave everything else behind.

Lin Tong glanced at Mo angrily, the autumn waves flowed, and there were thousands of styles.

At this time, I thought of using others as a shield, should I praise you for being smart, or should I hope this young policeman is stupid.

Suddenly, the smile in his eyes became stronger.

"Comrade policeman, don't listen to his nonsense. You see, I'm only 24 years old this year, I'm white and beautiful, but my family keeps urging me to go on a blind date. In particular, my brothers were always worried that I would stay at home and divide the property. What to say, the girl who married, the water that was spilled. Marry me off and they'll be at ease. To be honest, I really don't lack money in my family. You see, I bought all this stuff myself. As for this obscene-looking fat man, he and I definitely just met today, and I don't know anything about the family arrangement. You know?"

Lin Tong's mouth was like a river gushing, and Mo Yifu and the young policeman were stunned when they heard it, and they didn't open their mouths for a long time.

A moment later, Mo Yifu broke the silence of the three of them.

It seems that she heard something in her words, and she was squeezing herself openly and secretly, and she was holding back a fire of ignorance in her heart.

Then he shook the exquisite packaging bag in his hand, as if a kind of declaration: You are the rich second generation, I should be a poor ghost who clings to the rich second generation? What do you say that you are not familiar with me, do you wear these men's clothes yourself?

The young policeman looked at the two, especially those expensive clothes and cosmetics, and it was impossible to afford them with their shabby otaku looks.

Can't afford it.

So these things definitely belong to the young girl next to them.

It's just that there are other public testimonies to prove that the deaths of the two people downstairs really have nothing to do with Mo Yifu and Lin Tong.

As the saying goes, the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.

A good person must not be framed, nor a bad person must be spared.

The young policeman suddenly took out the handcuffs from behind his back and stretched them out to Mo Yifu's hand. Caught off guard, unguardable. There was not the slightest warning.

Lin Tong exclaimed: Be careful.

He took a step forward and tried to stop the young policeman, but he didn't stop him.

The young policeman's body passed directly through Lin Tong's body, as if she were transparent or non-existent.

She has seen some movie clips before, people who travel back in time and space can only observe as spectators, and cannot interfere with people and events at that time, because generally a small act may have a huge impact on the future or past you, and even affect whether you can exist normally now.

It feels complicated and high-end.

Lin Tong saw the young policeman pass through his body as if nothing had happened, and the first thought that came to his heart was that this product was definitely crossed.

After all, in the value system of young people, it is not strange to meet a traverser. There was a drama a few years ago, where are you from, and this kind of theme is also there. has poisoned a lot of female audiences. Lin Tong is no exception.

Seeing that the police stretched out their hands to the back, Mo Yifu had no choice but to give a warning in advance. Unexpectedly, her behavior actually made Mo Yifu have a good impression: This stupid girl is not without conscience!

sighed slightly: Alas~

Listening to this sound in Lin Tong's ears, it seemed to be the last confession of life, his eyes were slowly moistened, and his feelings were fully deployed.

Listening to the ears of the young policeman, it was like thunder nine days away, and it instantly sounded in front of him. I thought that "it's none of my business", but now I have put the trouble in front of me.

Mo Yifu stretched out his right hand, like a traffic policeman directing traffic, and waved his hand gently: Come here!

The tone was full of enthusiasm, revealing a hint of the illusion of a fellow villager seeing a fellow countryman and two tears in his eyes.

The young policeman straightened up and looked at the fat man opposite, whose legs seemed to be welded to the floor of the café, and he couldn't sell a single step. The arrogance faced by him is so arrogant, and there is a tendency to be more prosperous, for him, who has just turned into public office, his momentum is much weaker.

Mo Yifu changed his hand, and continued to seduce and tease with his index finger, as long as the other party is resolute, this plan will have no effect. This is a routine similar to psychological warfare.

Strategically despise the enemy, tactically value the enemy.

The young policeman saw that the situation was not right, and before he could withdraw the hand he handed out, he was clamped by a white hand. It was very disturbing to him. Fate suddenly became firmly in the hands of someone else's life.

This feeling is like grabbing toys between children, and a little girl who is a little weaker always can't grab a burly boy.

Mo pulled it over without the slightest resistance.

The policeman in the state of soul is like seeing a rare boss.

With a snort, he fell into Mo Yifu's arms. Like a ripe old cotton flower waiting to be picked, it falls softly on the dry ground. There is no wind, no rain, only a wisp of crisp ghosts.

Held in the palm of your hand.

The young policeman knew that the deadline was approaching, and he opened his mouth slightly to explain his past and future affairs clearly, and no one would live himself as a timid and stingy person.

"My name is Zhang Mo, I used to be a police officer, and I thought I was safe because I was on a mission. But suddenly encountered violent terror, and innocent people died tragically. Strictly speaking, I'm actually a victim. ”

Mo Yiyi looked at the person who was applauding, but he was slandering in his heart. You dead ghosts, dead dead, and so much talking. The content is so similar, is it all a task handed in at a print shop?

When the young policeman named Zhang Mo was about to continue to tell his story, Mo Yifu gently squeezed his right hand, as if he was struggling to pinch open a walnut.

The snap is incomparably crisp and pleasant, much worse than the moral sentiments and artistic attainments of some indiscriminate people.

"Don't say it. Listened to it too many times. Hurry up and talk about the big guy behind you. What can I say to you little kids? Get promoted and new, marry Bai Fumei, and go to the pinnacle of life. Then, when you are not busy, drive your favorite bus and travel around the world. Or basking myself in the warm eyes of the afternoon, simply put, I am looking for sin. So, you can hit the road with peace of mind. ”

Squeak squeak can't squeak......

Mo Yifu gently shook off the smoke that gradually dissipated in his hand, and looked into the endless distance.