Yes, you have eyesight. As he spoke, the waiter took off his sunglasses and mask and handed them to a security guard standing in front of him.

He was revealing his true face, as was the obvious black mole on his chin. At first glance, Lang Mumle recognized him as a police officer from the Siam Bay Police Department, and when he saw that he was wearing civilian clothes, he pretended to be calm and said, "Sergeant Kimasen, what is your intention in coming to the casino to follow me?" I'm not a bad person, I've never done bad things, why do you do this to me?

Kimasen laughed, which made Boomler sound eerie, and he asked what he was laughing at. Kimasen said, I laugh at you and suspect that I was following the wrong one. Tell you, there's nothing wrong with that. His eyes were like lightning as he stared at Lang Mumler, and he snapped, pulling away a pair of thief hands that were covering the fabric of the satchel.

No, no! I made it clear that this satchel was full of money. Instead, Lang Mueller tightened the fabric of the satchel, but his hands trembled a little.

We don't want your money, but if it's not clean, if it's stolen money, it's going to be confiscated. But that's the second step, and I'd like to take a look at the pattern on the fabric of your satchel right now. As he said this, he motioned for him to remove a pair of hands from the fabric of the satchel.

Reluctantly, he removed his hands, revealing a South African Winter Hill pattern on the fabric of the satchel. Kimasen told the police standing next to him that there are many such satchels in Siam, and there is only one satchel that can be printed with the pattern of South Africa's Winter Mountain.

Kimasen looked at him again and asked, where did this satchel come from? Lang Müller still calmly said that I went to South Africa to sell straw sandals to do business. Kimasen snorted and motioned to the police officers around him to take Langmler into the police car, he still shouted dissatisfiedly, Sheriff Kimasen, what law did I violate? You arrest me. Sheriff Kimasen replied, you told a lie, take you to the police station to test it with a polygraph, and it will be clear.

In the middle of the night, in a women's dormitory at the university where Langmler had studied, several girls were awakened by the strange screams of the frightened Nalai Huixin Tali.

They couldn't sleep, and you asked Nalai Huixin Tali what she dreamed about, and she wiped a cold sweat on her forehead, and said that I just dreamed that Lang Mler came to thank me, and I asked him what was there to thank him? I did not avenge him. He said that after I reported the case to the police, the police had already caught Lang Mle, who had killed him, through investigation and evidence collection, and this was a revenge for him. After a while, the court will sentence Langmler to death.

When I asked him how he killed Langmler, he didn't go into details, but said that the court would put up a notice at that time, and you would see exactly what Langmler had done and what he intended to kill. I was very excited when I heard this, shouting so good, and somehow I woke up.

The girls who were still chattering on the neighboring bunk just now heard silently, and one of the girls turned on her mobile phone in the bed and didn't know what to see, but there was a bright light shaking anyway.

She suddenly got out of the bed, sent the text on the screen of her mobile phone to Nalai Huixin Tali lying on the adjacent bunk, and said, "Look, you don't need to wait for the court to post a notice, I just used my mobile phone to surf the Internet, and a search for the name of Lang Mule in Baidu showed this news: "Stoned to death business partner sunk in the pond Gangsters spread the harm to Lang Mler's wealth and killed."

Is it true? Nalai Huixin Tali took the phone and asked as she read the message word by word.

According to reports, Langler's death was horrific. Half a year ago, Langmler, who was doing a good job in the straw sandals business in South Africa, returned to China to organize the supply of goods many times, and the supply became tight.

A few days later, Langmler filled the satchel he had purchased from South Africa with about 100,000 Siamese dollars, and he followed him to the outskirts of the Gulf of Siam. He hadn't fallen, but the palm of his hand had been soiled with dirt.

Lang Muller slung the satchel he slung to his chest and walked straight to the pier of the pond to wash his hands. At this moment, the idea of expanding the harm of Lang Mum Le suddenly arose. Perhaps it was Langmler's accident that happened to have lost a wooden stick on the pond, so he picked it up and quietly and quickly approached the pier of the pond and smashed it at the back of Langmler's head. At this moment, the battered Ramler fainted and plunged headlong into the pool.

He took the opportunity to press Ramler's head into the water with the wooden stick, and in a few minutes he drowned.

Langmler looked up again, but there was still no one around. He quickly removed the satchel full of cash from Langmler's corpse and placed it on his body. Seeing that Rumler's body had sunk into the water, he said to himself proudly, "I did this without knowing it......

After watching the brutal murder of Lang Muhamler, Nalai Huixin Tali couldn't help but burst into tears, crying and scolding her cousin for being a beast.

It was late at night, and there was silence all around. Several roommates were still reading the message on their phones to each other, and each other was in a heavy mood. They were talking about the fact that the dream that Narai Huixin Tali had was really working, could it be that it was arranged in the dark?

Soon after, a prisoner cart drove into the Siam Bay Funeral Parlor in the wilderness, and the curator, Serari, thought that the bodies of the executed prisoners would be dragged here for cremation, and he immediately arranged for two employees on duty to prepare a cart for the corpses to wait in the field.

The prisoner car was parked in the parking space, the door opened, and a handcuffed death row inmate was pushed out of the car, and he stumbled and almost fell. He turned his head and looked at the bailiff who was pushing him with a heavy hand with a hateful gaze.

Then the bailiff who got out of the car shouted dissatisfiedly, what do you see? I'm going to see Hades soon. The death row prisoner didn't seem to be afraid of death, and he also countered with words, what do I see about you?

The bailiff did not continue to quarrel with the death row prisoner, but only discussed something with the other two bailiffs who had just come down. Among the three of them was a forensic doctor, who was carrying a medicine box with a striking red cross on it.

Serari looked at the doctor, but he couldn't understand who he was treating the disease. The staff at our funeral home are not sick. Serari looked at the police again and thought: This is not an execution ground, you can't shoot anyone! These doubts were then resolved one by one.

I saw two bailiffs winking at each other, pressing the death row prisoner to the cart containing the corpse, and ordering him to lie down, and he barely lay down. One of the bailiffs said, we don't shoot you, give you a civilized way to die.

Serari suddenly spoke, alas, our funeral home can't cremate the living. The medical examiner heard him say this, smiled and reached out to pat Serari on the shoulder, motioning for him to leave it alone. Then the medical examiner opened the medicine box, took out a properly prepared syringe, approached the death row prisoner, and said, "Expand Langmler, close your eyes as if you were sleeping, don't be afraid, maybe twenty years from now, you will be a good man again."

Lang Mumler really cooperated, his eyes were slightly closed, and the forensic doctor injected a needle into him, and as the injection disappeared from the syringe and entered his bloodstream, he gradually fell asleep.