I smiled and pretended to be relaxed and said, "What do you mean by concealment? It's that you never ask, you ask, I'm sure I'll say. ”

Zuo Zheng gave me a complicated look, snorted, and stopped talking.

About half an hour later, Fan Xueqi and Yang Yufan finally came out, seeing that their faces were already much better, it was estimated that they were injected with anesthetics.

When Fan Xueqi was sent to the ward, Fan Xueqi, a girl, was as aggrieved as she was, grabbed my arm, and cried unrelentingly: "Little uncle~!" I found out that I've made myself miserable ever since I followed you! I lost my eyes last time, and this time my foot was almost scrapped! Say, "Can you give me some good fruit to eat?" I've been with you for so long, there must be something good! ”

Burst!

Hold back, can't laugh!

Fan Xueqi is really miserable enough now, but I don't know why, when she cried with me, I still felt so happy, but I also felt a little sorry for her, losing her eyes and hurting her feet, which is not a tragic thing that ordinary girls will experience.

It's time for me to reflect on myself, this kind of "cliff-like" cultivation method is actually too dangerous, I lose my eyes and cripple my feet at every turn, and I don't know where it will hurt next time!

My master cultivated me in this way, and I also copied this cultivation method to Fan Xueqi, but I didn't consider whether it was appropriate to do so.

Maybe I'm still much worse than Master, compared to what happened to Fan Xueqi, I suddenly found that I was too lucky when I was a child, and Master was too powerful, at least he guaranteed that I could be unscathed while "being educated"!

However, when it comes to me, I can't do it that well.

"Okay, I see, next time I won't let you do those dangerous things again." I gently silently silently her head.

She was just muttering and shutting up.

After sending people to the ward, I saw that Fan Xueqi was still in some spirits, so I asked her what happened last night.

She looked very ashamed, and it took her a long time to tell us what had happened that night.

Actually, it's not too complicated.

After Fan Wusu and I followed the butcher away, she didn't know what's wrong, she actually thought she was a pig, and this perception was so natural, she seemed to remember that she had been a pig since she was a child, and the pig's life was muddy, she didn't know what she was doing at all, she only knew that she was going to a place, but she didn't know what that place was, anyway, she just had to go over.

It wasn't until her ankle hurt that she remembered that she was Fan Xueqi!

But by then it was too late, she was already tied up, with strips of cloth tied to her mouth, and the hook lift was slowly rising......

One inch up, it hurts ten!

Alas, don't say it, it's all tears.

"Don't you have a little impression of who kidnapped you?" Zuo Zheng asked.

Fan Xueqi shook his head.

"Okay. You should have a good rest first. Zuo Zheng reluctantly gave up the idea of continuing to ask.

When we were leaving, Zuo Zheng walked out first, and I followed him, but after he left the ward, I heard Fan Xueqi call me in a small voice: "Little uncle!" ”

I looked back and saw that she was winking at me, as if she had something to say to me. ‘

So I quickly turned back.

She pulled me down, put her mouth to my ear and said, "Snake, eagle, fire, flower, stick." ”

I was confused: "What is it?" ”

"Tattoos."

“？？”

Fan Xueqi whispered: "When I thought I was a pig, I saw this tattoo in a trance. If I thought I was a pig and I thought I was the pig, maybe this is the pig's tattoo! Uncle Junior, is this useful? ”

"It works!" I nodded immediately.

It's so important!

At the very least, we can lock on to the target!

The pig ghost with a hundred lifetimes of resentment is hidden in the dark, and there is no way for us to find out.

But I know where the skin is!

Hearing me say that it was useful, Fan Xueqi was obviously relieved, she lay down, pouted and complained: "It's okay, it's useful, otherwise I would have been injured in vain this time!" Alas, little uncle, every time I mess with you, I make myself look like this ghost, how can the hero in me start to be lucky because of some adventures, and start to walk to the peak of life, how can I never seem to have good things happen with you? How are you going to compensate me this time? ”

It's so pitiful, but in fact, the point is to "compensate", right?

I smiled helplessly and touched her head: "When you heal your injury, whatever gift you want, just mention it when the time comes." ”

"Really?" Fan Xueqi's eyes immediately lit up.

"Hmm."

That's when she rejoiced.

I saw that she was fine, so I walked out.

When I went out, I saw Zuo Zheng talking on the phone outside, as if he was talking about something important, his eyebrows were twisted upside down, and he looked very serious.

But he didn't continue, and hung up when he saw me.

I walked over and he asked, "What did the girl say to you?" ”

I said nothing.

"! Is there anything you can't say to my face that you have to wait until I go out and call you back? ”

"Love words."

"You're ......!" Zuo Zheng was speechless and asked me, "What are you going to do next?" ”

I said, "Go to the police." ”

He looked at me in surprise: "What do you want to do?" ”

I said, "Zhu Dachang's skins, you should all take them back to the police station as evidence, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Pigskin, too?"

“…… Be. Zuo Zheng frowned, lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong with the pigskin?" Is there anything strange about those pigskins? ”

"Nope."

"And ...... you?"

I said solemnly: "I heard that pigskin tattoos can be used as works of art and sell for a lot of money. I thought that Zhu Dachang's family was all dead, and no one wanted those skins. You police have so many pigskins, they must occupy a lot of space in the library, and for a long time, if no one will deal with the pigskins, it will pollute the environment and the air, and it will not be good to endanger your police evidence storehouse. ”

"So??" The corners of Zuo Zheng's mouth twitched, as if he had understood what I wanted to say.

Yes.

I said seriously: "Anyway, you can keep it and put it away, and you can't always stay in the warehouse as evidence, so why don't you give me a few and let me take them out and sell them?" ”

The black line on the left: "Those pigskins are not worth much, if they were valuable, that Zhu Dachang would have become a billionaire a long time ago!" ”

"Business needs to be operated, you see me, I am a very good businessman!"

“…… Exercise! ”

Although he scolded "", Zuo Zheng still agreed to take me to the police station to see those skins, I guess his purpose is definitely not as simple as "doing my friend a favor" on the surface, he should want to spy on some secrets.

But I still hope that he had better not know anything.

When I entered the elevator, I suddenly felt a cold shoulder, as if someone had put me on my shoulders, I was startled, and when I looked back, it was Fan Wusheng.

- That's right, the first hospital in the city is his territory!

"What's wrong?" Zuo Zheng asked?

I quickly adjusted the focus of my eyes, pretended not to see anything, pretended to be relaxed, and said, "It's nothing." ”

But Fan Wuxuan's very inadequate smile is simply impossible to ignore!

This guy must have smelled the wind and smelled the "ultimate truth" in me, so he stuck to his face.

I got in the car, and he got in the car - wasn't this here to find the pig?

The car drove to the police station, and when he was halfway there, Zuo Zheng received a message, and after he glanced at it, he smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked him.

He smiled and said, "I decided that when I was old enough to catch up with the murderer and defeat the bandits, I could start my side hustle and write." ”

"Why?"

He threw the phone in my arms, grinned, laughed maniacally, and said, "Look at this fucking picture!" The closing report that Lao Tzu has written in the past six months is simply better! More mysterious than fantasy!! ”

I looked down and looked-

In the photo, there is a human skin on the bed.

The human skin of the slaughtering wife.