"I protest, I protest badly.....

The detective's face is trampled under Corrie's feet, and another nun holds a spear and points it at the detective's head.

"Beat him!"

Ke Li gave an order, Ringer couldn't stop it, and more than a dozen nuns rolled up their sleeves and ran over to beat the little inspector together.

Wow, the nuns are crazy, and they don't want to think about it, this inspector has just come, and he has no grievances with the dead nun, he went to kill people, he can't rob sex, and he can't rob money, what do you want?

Perhaps, the nun's thinking is different from herself, staying in this desolate monastery for a long time, the practice is too hard, and after a long time, she will explode when she encounters a little thing.

Ringer suddenly realized why Shabonny was so easily pampered and sought-after in the abbey.

Even the big devil joined in the fun and took such a kick.

Ringer hurriedly dragged her: "Sister, this is not a murderer. ”

The Great Devil said, 'Of course I know he's not. ”

"You know no, you're still fighting?"

"Hitting him can make it easy for me, I'm too hard, I'm so nervous, this idiot dares to play tricks on me."

After saying that, the big devil kicked the detective again, and then walked away.

Ringer thought that this would be the end of the beating when he saw someone, but he didn't expect that Corrie saw that people were taken to the punishment room, and in the past, when the nuns made mistakes, they would be beaten by Father Reno with a ring ruler, punished by kneeling, and so on.

Now, they have caught a murderer, and they have used all the tricks they can use.

The inspector was tied to a pillar in the punishment room, and was whipped vigorously by Corrie with a leather whip, no one gave a few strokes, and there were many nuns watching the excitement behind him, some said that the leather whip could not make this stubborn guy admit to murder and should be punished.

Ke Li really got a brazier, as well as tongs, which were used as soldering irons, and some people also brought chili water and bricks, ready to put the inspector on a tiger chair, and some people swam around the detective's body with a knife.

Ringer watched, his heart pounding.

He hurried to find the big devil and said, don't come nonsense, there is a death, Meidong was sent by St. Petersburg, and he will not be able to explain it at that time.

At this time, the detective was rescued.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Ringer invited the inspector into his room and prepared a little vodka and some food.

Teng Karen's face was bruised and swollen, and the big devil had someone give him some medicine, and he drank three glasses of vodka in one go.

"I don't understand, I remember very clearly, I touched the bottom of the pot, it must be, why didn't my hands turn black?"

Teng Karen looked like he didn't understand.

Ringer leaned in and said responsibly: "That's probably because you were touched by the devil, but in fact, you didn't touch it, so this is the case." “

"Really?"

"Can you have any other explanation?"

Detective: 'Pour the wine!' I was so unlucky to be beaten up by a group of nuns. ”

Ringer filled him up: "Detective, we can drink slowly, don't worry, the case will be settled." ”

The detective took another breath and another cup, and this cup was almost two taels.

"You're right, the murder of the nun is a supernatural case, yes, yes, I was punished because I want to reveal the truth, thank you for rescuing me from the fist of a woman."

The detective's alcohol consumption didn't seem to be very good, and after a few glasses of wine, his tongue quickly knotted.

"No thanks, Inspector, I'm really sorry I didn't help you."

"No, I should thank you, I have to go back to the room and think about it, where is the problem, where is the problem, I'm sorry, my brain is confused now, my head was concussed by the group of mothers-in-law."

Ringer wanted to take him to his room, but the inspector said no.

The detective's meaning is still very fresh, and when he left, he kept scolding his mother.

How long did the detective go, and Diana came in as if nothing had happened.

"Give me a cup."

Ringer poured her vodka, and she tilted her head back to pour the vodka into her mouth, swallowing it with a grunt.

Ringer shook the bottle of vodka to mean that it was gone.

After the bottle was lowered, Ringer said, "You did it." ”

Diana smirked: "Scum, do you understand now, I'm still polite to you." ”

Ringer nodded and said, "What kind of method did you use to keep the detective's hands from being stained with pot ashes?" ”

"I just want to correct his wrong way of thinking about solving the case, and it works well, he will never interrogate those nuns again, don't you say?"

Ringer agreed, saying, "So do you think we can destroy it?" ”

Diana played with the glass in her hand and said, 'This is the most difficult demon I have ever encountered. “

"So, you're not sure you're going to kill it?"

Diana tossed the cup on the table.

The cup didn't settle down, and the bones fell to the ground, and the moment the cup fell to the table, Diana reached out and grabbed the cup.

"Good skills."

Diana tossed the cup to Ringer.

"Tonight, I'll sleep here."

Uh-huh?

"You go sleep in my room, there's a rat over there."

Ringer scratched his head, and Diana looked at him with a smile.

"Okay, I'll go."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ringer came to Diana's room.

Mouse, Ringer ignored it, and Diana's sword hung on the wall, and he took it off, and the sword came out of its sheath, and the cold air hit.

Ringer felt that the sword was not a sword, but a popsicle.

It gives Ringer an uncomfortable throbbing all the time.

Ringer plucked a hair, placed it on the blade, and with a blow, the hair broke into two knots.

A sword, sure enough, a sword.

He swung it a few times, but he didn't notice that the blade of the sword emitted blue light, why Diana could glow when she used it.

At midnight, Ringer hung his sword on the wall and went to sleep.

The body fragrance of Diana's quilt was particularly strong, and Ringer tossed and turned for a long time, and finally fell asleep.

While Ringer was playing with Diana's sword, the inspector went to the White House with a flashlight and a pistol, and the key was on him, and he entered the White House without difficulty.

When the wine was in full swing, the inspector searched around the white house without fear, kicked things when he saw them, smashed them when he saw something unpleasant, and cursed in his mouth: Demon, you get out of here, don't hide, don't hide!

When he was tired of scolding and smashing things, he sat on the ground and gasped.

He was pounding in the white house for more than two hours, the power of alcohol gradually subsided, and as soon as the cold wind blew, the inspector came to his senses, and he was frightened and went down from the third floor.

When he came to the second floor, he found that there were candles in the corridor on the second floor, all in a row.

Who lit the candles?

The detective pulled out his pistol, his eyes widening in vigilance, his cold sweat breaking out.

One step, one step, the distance between the candles, is exactly the span of his step.

Ahead, a shadow appeared, reflected on the wall, like the shadow of a woman, as long as a snake-necked snake.

The Inspector was terrified and pulled the trigger at the shadow.

However, the revolver did not go off, and the firing pin did not seem to hit the bullet.

Click, the bullet fell in front of him, and he turned his head to see a female head appear in front of his nose.

The detective dodged and ran, not wanting to hit the wall.

He was knocked unconscious, and in a daze, two pairs of strong hands grabbed him and went downstairs.

The Inspector was left in the snow, his neck seemed to be fixed by something, and his body could not get up.

He came to his senses and wanted to cry out for help, but found that his voice could not make a sound.

The detective tried his best to look around, and at the door of the first floor, there seemed to be a man in a black cloak, hiding in the darkness, looking at him