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One policeman was holding a note in his hand, and the other three were a little vigilant in their eyes, all of them surrounded Qin Chuyi. When I saw that the battle was not quite right, I always felt that something was going to happen.

"Is it Qin Chuyi?" The policeman who took the lead asked.

He nodded, just as overwhelmed as I was.

"Do you recognize the dead man just now?" Straight in with a single knife that hardly gives the slightest respite.

Qin Chu and I nodded www.biquge.info each other.

"Acquaintance."

Several other policemen walked up to Qin Chuyi's side, surrounding all the possibilities that could turn around and escape.

"This is from the pockets of the dead, you can come with us."

"No, it's not, we do know her, but her jumping off the building has nothing to do with Qin Chuyi!" I was a little nervous and kept arguing. "Yes, if you take me away, I also know Song Qiulan!"

The policeman looked at me, and didn't mean to take it with me, but shook his head. Several other policemen took Qin Chuyi in the direction of the police car.

"No, you don't want to do this, he didn't do anything, we were all downstairs when it happened, and everyone on the side can testify!" I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely, and I kept looking in the direction of Qin Chuyi.

"Miss, look at it." The police put the piece of paper in front of me.

It is Song Qiulan's handwriting, but it is not very skilled, and the writing is crooked.

Asked Qin Chuyi what he had in his pocket.

"This ...... What does that mean? "I read it upside down three times, and I still don't get it.

"Miss, we don't understand either, so we're going to take him away. Don't worry, if it's really nothing, we will release him soon and let you know as soon as possible, don't worry. We serve the people and will not make the mistake of grasping the people. ”

I nodded mechanically, not knowing what to say. Just now I was too anxious, Song Qiulan's purpose in writing this thing should be very clear, there is something in Qin Chuyi's pocket. But I'm pretty sure he doesn't have anything in his pocket.

The blue-red light on the police car gradually faded away from my sight, and I watched Qin Chu leave blankly, but I didn't know what would happen in the future.

What the hell is wrong with the world, why is everyone suddenly leaving me.

The crowd gradually receded, and the corpses had been removed, leaving a large pool of blood, like a symbol that could never be erased, telling of the loss of a life. Song Xiulan was different from ordinary people, it seemed that the blood was thicker, and the cleaner who wiped the floor used a lot of force to remove a layer from the surface.

Asked Qin Chuyi what he had in his pocket.

What does this phrase mean? I don't understand. What can I put in my pocket? I subconsciously touched the pocket of my clothes, patted it gently, and the whole person was stunned.

The bag of clothes that was still deflated just now was bulging, and I was nervous all of a sudden, what did I put in my pocket? (To be continued.) )