Asking Mrs. Flynn to wait a little, Fang Yin came to Misha, said that there were no condiments at home, gave Misha a few copper coins, and successfully took Misha away.

Misha also understood that Fang Yin wanted to take her away, so she didn't ask anything.

Mixia, who walked out of the small shop, glanced at the closed door behind her with a complicated expression, and felt that her sister seemed to be a little different.

After Misha left, Fang Yin sat back on the sofa in the reception area.

She glanced over Mrs. Flynn's very calm face, and answered Mrs. Flynn's question.

"Of course. But once you get the goods, you can't tell anyone that you're buying from me. ”

After receiving an affirmative answer from Mrs. Flynn, Fang Yin got up from the couch and walked towards the back of the small house.

She was going to avoid Mrs. Flynn and swap out the pistol from space. As for why she didn't wait a few days to give it to Mrs. Flynn, it was because the pistol was a controlled item and she didn't want to make a fuss.

After swapping out the pistol from the begging system, Fang Yin's sympathy value went straight to zero.

As he handed the pistol to Mrs. Flynn, Fang Yin could clearly feel Mrs. Flynn's hands trembling violently.

She seemed to be trying to suppress her emotions......

Did she find out who killed her husband? Want to use this gun to get revenge?

Fang Yin suddenly thought of this possibility, and his heart chuckled, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Mrs. Flynn picked up the pistol, quickly slipped it into her clothes, and pulled out a cloth bag full of money.

She didn't bargain with Fang Yin and poured all the money on the coffee table. Most of them are copper coins, but there are also a few silver coins.

"I don't know what the price of the pistol should be, so I'll give you all this money, I don't want more, please don't mind if it's less. That's all I can come up with. ”

Fang Yin nodded and didn't say anything more. He just leaned down and tugged at it with both hands, trying to gather the scattered coins.

At this time, Fang Yin suddenly felt a chill on his forehead!

She slowly lifted her eyes and saw that the pistol she had just sold to Mrs. Flynn was in her hand and pressed against her forehead.

"Mrs. Flynn......" Fang Yin nervously did not dare to move, not understanding why she was pointed at gunpoint.

"I got the news that the last person I saw my husband was you." Mrs. Flynn's voice was hoarse and calmer than it had been before.

She seems to be two people from the one I saw at the police station the other day.

Out of the corner of her eye, Fang Yin saw the little girl who was covered by Mrs. Flynn with her hand, and the little girl looked at Fang Yin with tears in her eyes.

"I don't think I know your husband, he seems to be called ...... Doyle Flynn? Fang Yin recalled it carefully before remembering the name of Mrs. Flynn's husband.

After saying the words "Doyle Flynn", Fang Yin clearly felt the violent shaking of Mrs. Flynn's hand holding the pistol.

"Don't! Take it easy! I heard the name from Officer Roman, and you were there that day, weren't you! ”

Mrs. Flynn did not speak for a long time, and Fang Yin did not dare to move for a long time.

"Why did you kill him? I've heard people say he's nice to you. The silence was quickly broken by Mrs. Flynn's voice.

"Can you tell me what he looks like? I really haven't met your husband Flynn. The sweat on Fang Yin's forehead slowly dripped down and fell to the ground to form a water stain.

Mrs. Flynn was silent for a long time, as if recalling the moments she had with her husband.

After a while, she spoke, "My husband, Flynn. He used to be a robber. Murder, arson, burglary, I don't know how many such things have been done.

He has always wanted to get out of this life and want to live a normal life. Finally, one day, he met a man who claimed to be a hero who protected the world, and after his enlightenment, my husband became a fisherman. ”

"Fisherman?!" Fang Yin couldn't help but raise his head and look at Mrs. Flynn.

There was only one fisherman she knew.

The fisherman is dead?! Fang Yin's whole body suddenly lost strength, leaned back, and lay on the sofa.

Such a kind fisherman, I haven't asked his name yet, I didn't expect to know his name in such a way......

Fang Yin's eyes were hollow, looking ahead, she didn't worry about her head being punched in the next step by Mrs. Flynn.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

The gunshots were accompanied by a swarm of officers in dark blue uniforms.

On the floor near Fang Yin, a young woman sat on the ground and burst into tears. She had long, curly brown hair, and a little girl of three or four years old next to her was crying.

"I failed...... I failed to kill the murderer to avenge you......" Mrs. Flynn wept as the police escorted her out of Fang Yin's shop.

Next to Fang Yin stood Roman Davide, who was very tall. In each of his hands, he held a special gun for the Yongxia National Police.

"Miss Miyin, please come with us." Roman's voice was calm, with an unmistakable commanding tone.

Fang Yin stood up numbly, allowing Roman's colleague to handcuff his hands and mechanically follow behind him.

When Fang Yin walked to the door, he saw Mixia returning from the market, and his eyes suddenly became focused.

She saw Misha drop the glass bottle containing the condiment in her hand to the ground with a crisp sound.

Shards of glass and granular condiments spilled all over the floor.

"No, Captain Roman! Not me! Fang Yin suddenly came to his senses and wanted to turn around and defend Roman behind him.

Roman's colleague pulled her back with force and escorted her deeper into the upper block.

That direction is not the Public Security Administration.

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Tramp Street, the lower block of Lager Street.

A very neatly dressed and well-dressed man walked in the middle of the street and received the envy of many homeless people.

He wears a wide-brimmed hat and a stand-up collar shirt and buries half of his face in the shadows. He walked to a trash can on Tramp Street, where he saw a homeless man in his thirties with oily hair, tattered and dirty clothes, and a chicken leg in his hand.

The most obvious feature of this homeless man is that he is blind in one eye, and everyone here calls him one-eyed.

"How?" The man frowned and approached One-Eye, asking in a low voice.

"Don't worry, that woman is very deceitful. The scapegoat has also been found, can you pay the rest? One-eyed smiled very treacherously, and took a big bite of the chicken leg in his hand.

"Of course, what I said must count." The man endured the nausea, patted One-Eye's shoulder, and said with a smile, "You come inside with me, it's not good to be seen over there." ”

One-eyed looked at the man, his eyes full of suspicion.

"You're not trying to kill people, are you?"

Hearing this, the man's face suddenly changed, he reached out to cover One-Eye's mouth, and dragged the thin One-Eye into the alley.

After more than ten seconds, the man wiped his hands vigorously and vomited in disgust, leaving a pile of vomit next to the chicken leg that fell from the one-eye.

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and slowly walked away from the other end of the alley.

Inside the street of the homeless, it was still the scene of hell on earth, and no one noticed the one-eyed who died in the alley.

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