The night firefly ghost reminds the god of a sentence.

A person's appearance can change, but God does not.

She was instantly shocked and sweated on her back, and her calves and stomach went weak.

"Hotaru?"

Mi Chuchu touched her daughter's pale little face, distressed and blamed herself.

"Mom, Hotaru is fine."

Hotaru took a small breath and smiled soothingly at her mother.

From time to time, her flickering eyes glanced at the 'one hundred thousand' amount of the bounty on the telephone pole.

The more you look at your eyes, the more determined you are, give it a go, and turn your bike into a motorcycle!

"Mom, let's go!"

"What?"

Before Mi Chuchu could react, he saw his cub upside down with two little short legs, snorting and running forward.

"Slow down ......"

When Mi Chuchu thought that Mi Chuchu was born with a heart disease and couldn't run violently, he suddenly caught up with him in shock......

Seongdong Criminal Investigation Squadron.

A milky voice rang out loudly in the hall.

"Uncle policeman, I want to report the crime!"

The two young police officers sitting behind the counter raised their eyes and glanced at the empty hall, with a look of doubt in their eyes.

"Here. Over here. ”

Suddenly, a fleshy little white hand was desperately raised, revealing the counter and shaking vigorously to show her presence.

The two young policemen subconsciously got up and took a look.

Behind the counter, there stood a small pink carved milk dumpling no taller than the counter, blinking at them with bright eyes.

"You want to report it? What about your family? One of the policemen thought of his daughter, who was about the same age, and his voice was unconsciously soft.

They didn't take the report that the little milk dumpling in front of them said as a big deal.

A small milk group, everything is not good, what can be reported?

Night Hotaru looked left and right, and saw a pile of unposted bounty orders on the table next to her, and her dark eyes lit up.

She grabbed a wanted warrant and looked solemn: "He's in my house now!" ”

The policeman on duty who was leaning over almost fell headlong because his center of gravity was unstable.

"What, what?"

Despite seeing the wind and waves, the two servants of the people couldn't help but be shocked!

After being stunned, the momentum of professional instinct instantly became cold.

Mi Chuchu almost broke her foot just now, and when she caught up, she found that her cub had rushed into the criminal investigation detachment in this area.

When she chased in, she saw Yehotaru holding a wanted warrant and loudly saying that the fugitive was in my house.

Mi Chuchu's scalp is numb, this joke can't be made!

She hurriedly covered her daughter's mouth, laughed dryly and explained again and again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my child is talking nonsense, she's only three years old today......"

The two young policemen's faces were relieved, and they exhaled softly, it turned out to be nonsense!

Night Firefly pulled her mother's hand away, and her small mouth was like a cannon, worried that she wouldn't finish speaking quickly, and her mother covered her mouth again.

"He is 1.7 meters tall, walks slightly, his eyes are exactly the same as those on the wanted notice, and his forehead, eyebrow bones, corners of eyes, nose, and chin all have plastic surgery scars."

The more the two policemen listened, the more ugly their faces became.

They looked at each other with solemn faces, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Now it is not a question of how a small doll can clearly describe the physical characteristics of a wanted criminal, but ......

All unpublished information, right!

Facelift?

The two of them shrank their pupils and rummaged through the files like crazy.

Moments later, one finds a message on the computer, and the other holds a paper file.

It is written that half a year ago, a plastic surgeon committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea due to depression, and his body has not been found so far.

"! It's really dark under the lights! After the younger policeman burst into angry words, he remembered that there was still a small group here, and his face was annoyed.

"Don't leave yet, let's make a few phone calls." He said apologetically to Mi Chuchu.

Mi Chuchu held her daughter tightly, watching the two policemen's expressions change from calm to nervous, and they kept dialing out the phone to report, nodding with a blank head.

So, just now, their mother and daughter really got in close contact with the serial murderer?