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Lee Jun-hyun didn't bother to explain.

The program team did not cut it, but let the goal be achieved, Vasco is considered popular, and it has been hyped.

are all discussing that Li Junxian is too ruthless, sets standards privately, and ignores the rules of the program group.

Anyway, if you want to add sin, there is no excuse.

Make up the script to death, full of imagination black.

Slowly, the show came to the part of the North Korean defector.

There was a second commotion on SNS.

"Damn, finally someone who dares to tell the truth has stepped forward."

"Weapon is right, is this a talent show or a story conference?"

"North Korean defector, that's North Korean defector, how can you bear it..."

"Ninja Nimabi, upstairs virgin get rough."

"Don't talk about it, the road is turning black, it's too disgusting!"

"Get out... I've seen a lot of virgins like you. ”

"Although it is right to question it, it is a bit unacceptable to say it in person."

"I'm wondering, what kind of mentality did Weapon have at that time, the first step to eliminate Vasco, but then he came back to life, and then there was a storytelling North Korean defector, why is this?"

"When did hiphop get to this point?"

"There is a good passage about weapon, you should know why I came to this show, everyone understands."

"It's a bit chilling to turn around."

"Get out of the way upstairs."

Anyway, the show is like this, public opinion has become like this, and the "SMTM3" program has become completely popular.

Zheng Xiuyan sat on the sofa, holding a red wine glass in her hand, and turned her head to look at him: "Do you regret it?" ”

"How is that possible?" His eyes were fixed on her, and he smiled easily.

Zheng Xiuyan gave him a charming look: "Tomorrow's public opinion will definitely be that South Korea's top rappers discriminate against North Korean defectors." ”

Li Junxian shrugged and didn't care: "They don't cut a knife, aren't they just to make the show popular?" I carry this pot, as long as hiphop can become the mainstream, such a pot, a hundred more, I can also bear it, hiphop for me..."

"Li Junxian..."Zheng Xiuyan made a straight face: "What are you doing this for?" Is it worth it? ”

"It's worth it, my life, my blood, my soul, even the organs of my body, all belong to hiphop, you know." Li Junxian looked into her eyes: "Of course, I won't leave you behind, you and hiphop are both equally important to me, and they are indispensable to my life." ”

Although she didn't refute it, she could also see that she was very uncomfortable in her heart.

Li Junxian moved to her side, hugged her, and gently held her earlobe: "Hiphop is the junior, you are the mother of the palace, what are you angry about, what are you jealous of." ”

"Who told you I was jealous?"

Although she said that, it was clearly written on her face that I was jealous.

It's not just jealousy because of this.

The night she returned, she saw the scars on his body that had not yet fully healed.

However, she did not ask, but waited for the day when he would say it himself.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, no matter what."

Hold her hand and place it on the top of his chest, the scar under his shoulder.

At home, both of them were wearing one piece of clothing because of the heating.

Her hand could clearly touch the uneven scar.

"Even if it's the same thing, I'll do it for you."

"I know, you are also very tired these days, busy rushing to catch up with the design draft, perfecting, and striving for perfection, and I have been resting with you recently."

……………

"Prosecutor Luo! The office door was pushed open, and a young man rushed in, hunched over, hands on his knees, panting for air.

"What's wrong?" Luo Zi got up from the chair and poured a glass of water for the young man: "Drink some water!" ”

"Whew..."

"Prosecutor Luo, dead... He's dead! The young man gasped.

"Who died?" Luo Zi asked anxiously.

"Both... All... Whew... They're all dead..."

"Everybody's dead?"

"Prosecutor Luo!"

At this time, a young woman rushed in: "Prosecutor Luo, the two parliamentarians and their relatives are dead. ”

"What?" His pupils widened, and he asked in surprise.

"Shoot... The cartridge casing left at the scene is a 5.56 caliber, and according to the inscription on the bottom of the cartridge case, it is the NATO export caliber of the Celestial Empire Type 81. (This paragraph is true, 81 was exported to NATO back then, and even now it is very popular in the United States, and the United States has a high evaluation of 81, even higher than AK.) It's not a blind fabrication)

"According to the on-site investigation, there are at least ten or more people, and there are countless bullet casings left, and every corpse has been refilled, it should be done by professionals!"

"Shhh

"Who is so bold?" The young woman asked curiously.

Luo Zi covered his face with both hands, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth: "Kim Zheyong." ”

"How is that possible?" the young woman and the young man looked at each other and said in unison.

"He's trying to drive me to a dead end!" Luo Zi lit a cigarette and took a deep breath: "Let's go, go to the scene!" ”

After all, it can't be hidden.

Soon the news came to light.

"The protagonist of the scandal and his family entered the hospital for rescue, were shot and killed, and no one survived!"

"Guns are all around you and me!"

"The parliamentarian was shot, who is so bold?"

"If our police department protects our people?"

"It's time for the Private Gun Bill to be put on the table! We have the power to keep ourselves safe! ”

Soon, Luo Zi came to the scene of the crime.

All around were people watching and discussing.

"Why did you die all of a sudden?"

"I don't know!"

"It's horrible, all shot at home!"

"Yes, you don't know, just now I was washing dishes, suddenly I heard a crackling sound, I looked at the window a few times, but I didn't find movement, at that time I thought it was a child setting off firecrackers, but I didn't expect it to be a gunshot!"

"You're so lucky, fortunately you didn't go out!"

"Yes, I'm afraid, how did our law and order become like this!"

"Hey, even the councillor was shot dead at home!"

Listening to the routine of the onlookers, Luo Zi frowned, wearing a windbreaker, with a holster pinned to his waist, and a DP51 pistol in the holster.

"Prosecutor Luo, a total of 138 bullet casings were found at the scene, and according to the investigation at the scene, there are probably more than ten people with shoe prints? , the means are brutal, it seems, it should be Vietnamese! An old police officer said to Luo Zi.

"More than ten? How can it be? Luo Zi wondered.

"I don't know!" Officer Lao Cheng: "But they seem to have taken all the valuable things in here!" ”

"It's quite like the style of the Vietnamese, three lights, kill the light, grab the light, smash the light!"

"No, it's not that simple!"

The South Korean police do not have the right to handle cases independently, and all cases must go through the prosecutor, and the prosecutor decides to collect evidence, and if the evidence is collected, then direct the police work.

"Report the incident immediately, this matter is not something I can handle!" Luo Zi glanced at the bloody scene and turned to the recorder.

"Yes!"

"Immediately notify the JN District Police Station, cordon off Kowloon Village, and summon all Vietnamese nationals in the jurisdiction."

"Yes!"

"Immediately notify the three major television stations, as well as all websites, that all live news about the shooting must be shut down and removed.

"Yes!"

After arranging the work, Luo Zi put on shoe covers, put on gloves, and began to inspect the scene.

He didn't have any other thoughts in his mind at this time.

There is only one, Kim Chol-yong must die.

He also knew that this difficult case would definitely be pushed on his head.

There were more people waiting to see his jokes.

This night was destined to be the night that made him unable to sleep.

Kowloon Village

Kim Chol-yong looked at the man sitting opposite, raised his wine glass with a smile, and said in unfamiliar Vietnamese: "Happy cooperation!" ”

"Happy working together! Ha ha. The man smiled and wiped it off.

"You've done a beautiful job, these damn corrupt officials are finally dead!" The corners of Kim Chol-young's mouth outlined an evil smile.

"Hahaha, their house is full of treasures, I'll let them all take away." The man took out something from his bag: "That's right, it's yours!" ”

Watching the people leave, Kim Chol-young looked out the window and muttered, "Is it your luck?" Or is it my bad luck? ”