Liang Yiwei didn't look up, just put the phone back in her pocket and answered softly: "Hmm."

*

Because it wasn't a big deal, the police just learned about the situation and quickly released them.

When I came out of the police station, it was already completely dark, the rain had stopped at some point, and the street lights on both sides of the street had already been lit up, and the neon lights were flashing.

Lifeng squinted his eyes and looked at this colorful world through his black sunglasses.

The cool, dry summer breeze whistled and blew into the loose white T-shirt, like a wave, one out, another, another.

The black hair on his forehead was messy with the wind, and his mood became clear with the chic summer breeze.

He raised his black cap, a faint smile in his dark eyes.

Lifeng prefers night to daytime.

Because he felt that although the night was full of dangers, it was also safer. Isn't it true that the fake smile in the daytime is to be able to carry out the conspiracy and carry out his crazy plan as he pleases in the dark night?

Isn't it more reassuring to be bloodthirsty and crazy in the dark than to be fearful during the day?

Thinking of this, a bloodthirsty cold glow flashed in those beautiful, dark and deep ice eyes.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"

The voice of self-talk in distraction suddenly amplified, and the woman who walked in front turned around suddenly, raised her head, and stared at Lifeng deadly, her red and swollen eyes were full of madness, and her voice became sharp and poignant: "You caused my daughter to go to prison, and you ruined her life!" How can the police not arrest you! You have sinned! You're the criminal! You deserve to die! You deserve to go to jail! She is innocent! It's impossible for a girl to sin if she's so well-behaved! “

The more she spoke, the more emotional the woman had already rushed forward, and her sharp nails stabbed at Lifeng.

This time he didn't hide anymore, he stood motionless until the woman's nails were only a centimeter away from him, and then grabbed her hand.

The bloodthirsty cells were shouting, and Lifeng tried his best to hold back his evil breath, and his hand wearing disposable medical gloves tightly grasped the woman's weak wrist.

"Ahh

The woman screamed in pain, struggled and kicked at Lifeng.

Standing straight away, his dark ice eyes looked coldly at the woman who couldn't hit him at all, struggling frantically, and the hand holding the woman's wrist increased his strength.

"Click."

"Ah——!h

The piercing pain spread from her wrist to her whole body, and a few tears instantly slipped down the woman's blurry face.

Feeling that the originally powerful hand hung down softly, Lifeng let go of his hand, lowered his eyes slightly, and said faintly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Call the police, you will die."

The four words are fluttering, but they are like a sharp sword, sinking into a woman's heart.

She raised her head tremblingly, and looked at the young man in front of her with frightened eyes.

The young man was dressed in black, standing against the wind, clothed in moonlight and dim light, with a blurred outline, looking unusually handsome and warm.

But now, like a demon from hell, he pressed his cold scythe against her fragile neck, immobilizing her.

Gritting her teeth, the woman held the dislocated wrist, glared at Lifeng viciously, and disappeared into the night in embarrassment and staggering.

"You ......"

Liang Yiwei, who was still in a state of excessive shock, moved her lips, and was stunned to say a complete sentence.