Judging from the plots received so far, the timing of her entry into the mission is just right.

As long as this crisis can be successfully resolved, and then the theft gang will be reported and arrested, the rest seem to just sit and wait for death, waiting to be taken away by Yu Jianbin.

Probably this is the basis for the system to determine that this is a one-star novice mission?

An Qingxia was not overly optimistic.

There was a big hole in the mission requirements, so she couldn't ignore it if she wanted to.

What does it mean to get the punishment that all the murderers who hurt the client get the punishment they deserve?

All? Harm? The range is too broad.

It's okay to say that physical injuries can always be seen and measured with the naked eye, but what about mental injuries?

The first is the cold violence from the client's husband. How do you get the punishment he deserves? Later, he asked to live a good life with him.

What does it mean to live a good life? This criterion is too subjective.

An Qingxia submitted a question to the so-called system, but only got a perfunctory sentence of "please ask the host to explore on its own", and then asked and there was no answer.

An Qingxia silently made a note to the system, and impatiently kicked the sweaty bastard curled up in the shape of a shrimp on her toes.

Tsk, do you want to do bad things with this physique? In the last days, it is to send rations to the zombies.

"Speak."

The two short words seem to be carrying ice slag, and the eyes like looking at dead things make people shudder.

Wang Dafu trembled, as if he had met the king of Hades asking for his life, his eyes avoided and he didn't dare to look at her, his arms and legs were painful and numb, like a fat pig about to be stabbed and slaughtered.

"I, I was wrong, please, let go, let go."

An Qingxia lowered her eyes at the sobbing waste at her feet, and nodded impatiently.

Wang Dafu is like a rotten fish with bones removed, confessing spinelessly.

"Don't fight! Aunt and grandmother, I said, I said it all! ”

Wang Dafu tried his best to roll and struggle to the side, trying his best to stay away from this female evil star, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only pray for her kindness in a humiliating posture of being slaughtered.

What the hell is this called! He's capsized in the gutter today!

An Qingxia spent most of her mind on resisting the uncontrollable flood of appetite. She couldn't even remember the last time she had food!

But this damn bastard is still grinding!

The overflowing invisible murderous aura shocked Wang Dafu's face pale!

His eyes widened in horror, and sweat rained down!

"Someone stuffed a strip in the crack of my window last night and told me to get you, it's really not me!"

"The camera was also put in my firewood stack, and he gave him 20 yuan, saying that I took the photo and sent it to Yu Jianbin Hospital, so I don't have to worry about the money."

"As soon as I heard it, I was confused, just, just, spare my life!"

Wang Dafu stammered and couldn't continue, so he simply cried in recognition and gave an explanation.

"It's not me! You see that I didn't catch it well, so spare me! I've confessed, the money and notes are in my pocket, and the camera is in the weir on the east side, I don't believe you to search it. ”

"Shut up." An Qingxia got the information he wanted, tore off a strip of cloth from the hem of his shirt and paddled his hand, and took all the stolen goods into his hands.

"Are you literate?"

An Qingxia opened the note, looked at the first two lines of printed words that seemed to have been cut and pasted from the newspaper, and glanced at the confused waste with a calm expression.

"I know a few, I didn't finish elementary school."

Wang Dafu swallowed his saliva, and under the extreme fear, he even ignored the pain in his body, and it was possible that his hands and feet were numb after a long time and he didn't know the pain.

Doesn't the girl of the old Zhao family say that she is delicious and lazy, and she doesn't support the tamping goods when the oil bottle is poured? How is it so scary! Don't be at home with Yu Jianbin and that kid, how to cut people with a kitchen knife, right?

Wang Dafu regretted that his intestines were blue, and he wanted to beg for mercy again, looking at the gloomy star who didn't look like a living person coming over in a weird and stiff posture, he was so frightened that his heart and liver almost jumped out of his throat!

"Don't, don't kill me."

A fishy smell came, and Wang Dafu was scared on the spot.

Before he could be relieved that his thing had not been kicked, he felt his whole body loosen, and a pinprick-like tingling came from his numb hands and feet.

Did you really let him go?

Wang Dafu's eyes widened in disbelief, and his first thought was to lift his pants and run!

"Stop."

The two words are not very popular, and they are full of intimidation.

Wang Dafu, who was already numb in his hands and feet, stumbled and fell on his left foot and right before he could get up.

An Qingxia threw the rope buckle in his hand and put it firmly around his neck.

"Write a confession and put a fingerprint."

An Qingxia handed over the piece of cloth that had been washed white and translucent, not worrying at all about the man's violent resistance.

Wang Dafu's neck tightened, glanced at the head of the trousers she was dragging in her hand, twitched his cheeks a few times, and reached out to take the strip of cloth in resignation.

Nima, this woman is too cruel! The movement of this neck bolt is even sharper than the foreign cowboy in the video!

When did she practice this hand? How could such a ruthless person be hidden in their village! It's also so unsafe!

"No, no pen."

Wang Dafu swore that he really didn't want to do anything with her, after all, his neck was clutched in other people's hands, and when he died, there would be nothing!

"Blood."

An Qingxia cherishes words like gold, and she is not completely used to speaking again.

Wang Dafu had a bitter face, and bit his finger fiercely, but it was not broken.

I don't know if it's his delusion, he feels his neck getting tighter and tighter, and his breathing is not smooth.

Wang Dafu's heart closed his eyes, and he picked up a stone and smashed it on his fingers.

Ten fingers to the heart!

Even if your hands are numb, it still hurts!

Wang Dafu let out a crying whimper in his throat, squeezed out the blood with trembling hands, and wrote on the cloth strip one by one.

If you're not serious, you can't do it, if this evil star is not satisfied, what should you do if you always ask him to rewrite and drain his blood?

Wang Dafu, who bullied the weak and feared the hard, took the initiative to write a confession, pressed the bloody handprint, and knelt humbly and handed it over with both hands.

An Qingxia slashed him unconscious with a knife, tied his hands and feet again, carried physical evidence out of the cornfield, and went back to the village brigade headquarters to file a complaint.

Such vicious incidents rarely occur in the village, and the village cadres did not dare to slack off, and called a few villagers to go to the cornfield to bring back Wang Dafu's bastard.

An Qingxia slowly reminded not to destroy the crime scene, otherwise it would be obstructing official business to shield criminals, and he would also be sentenced for the crime, and he really frightened a group of villagers who did not have a very strong sense of the legal system.

In the end, the village chief and the village party secretary finished speaking, and simply asked Wang Dafu to lie in the ground, anyway, the weather in August is not cold, and the ice is not bad.

The village cadres failed to persuade them, and at An Qingxia's insistence, they called the township yamen to report the case.

The comrades in the yamen quickly rode the half-old and non-new 28th National Congress to come down forever, and took An Qingxia, the client, to the scene of the crime.

The villagers who watched the excitement all followed, squeezing their eyebrows and saying anything.

When he saw the indecent picture of Wang Dafu's pants loose, revealing dirty patches and pants, the eldest girl and little daughter-in-law ran away with a red face and a smile, and even the old lady and aunt pouted and spatted on the ground.

The eyes of everyone looking at An Qingxia were completely wrong!