Blood was spilled all over the floor.

It's a dazzling red.

The old man who had been talking to her last night had become a cold corpse lying on the ground just one night later.

The timid black and gray puppy no longer whimpered, and it had turned into a puddle of flesh on the ground where the parts could not be seen clearly.

The murderer's methods are brutal.

Hua Wei's hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, and his nails were tightly embedded in his palm, marking red marks.

Is this the powerlessness of fate?

Shi Su is like this, and so is the old man in front of him.

Qin Sili's inky black pupils were unbearable, and he stood silently by Hua Wei's side, blocking all inquiring glances for her.

The policeman who pulled up the cordon saw the two people in front of him who were out of place with the surroundings, and Hua Wei's face was different, so he couldn't help but pay more attention.

"Do you know this old man? Did you see him yesterday? ”

Hua Wei stood outside the cordon, staring at the old man who had been covered with a white cloth, and his tone was calm to the point of madness: "Yes, I gave him a bowl of noodles last night." ”

This sentence quickly attracted the attention of the police, and he immediately decided to let Hua Wei and the others not leave first; He took two more steps back and reported it to his superiors in the newsletter.

"Boss, there is a little girl who said that she saw the victim last night and gave the victim a bowl of noodles, and I see that her expression is not right, should you pay attention?"

The order was quickly given: "Take it back and make a record." ”

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The scenery outside the car window quickly regressed, and the cold wind blowing in swept across his face, messing up a few strands of hair on Hua Wei's forehead.

The policeman sitting in the front saw through the rearview mirror that she had been looking out the window, not knowing what she was looking at.

Qin Sili beside her sensed that her mood was wrong, and silently clenched her hands on her knees as a sign of comfort.

Hua Wei unexpectedly did not break away.

The awe-inspiring aura on Qin Sili's body attracted the attention of Meng Lin in the front row, and he felt a familiar chill on this man's body.

It was the edge of an unsheathed blade.

More so than when he faced the boss.

Hua Wei withdrew his gaze from the window, his eyes were indifferent: "Qin Be, I want to eat sugar porridge." ”

The line of sight that fell on the two of them disappeared, and Qin Sili responded slowly: "Okay, I'll go back and cook it for you." ”

- Good guys, are all young couples getting along like this now?

Meng Lin, who was deep in thought, missed the coldness in Qin Sili's eyes when he raised his eyes, and he didn't feel the danger and passed by.

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"When did you meet the victim yesterday? What is the exact time? What were you doing? ”

"Half past seven in the evening." Hua Wei slowed down for a moment, paused for a moment on the other party's record, and then continued to speak: "I bought clear soup noodles and was about to go home." ”

Meng Lin frowned and looked at her, "And then?" ”

"It was a little cold at night, and the old man curled up in the corner under the street lamp, begging for passers-by. The dog was a little frightened of my approach, so I stood not far away and handed the noodles to the old man. ”

"Why did you send him noodles?"

- Why?

Under the shadow of the street lamp, warm tears wet her fingertips, and the man with strange feelings in his eyes hugged her into his arms and told her that it was,

"Mercy."

This answer made Meng Lin speechless for a moment.

Although theoretically the little girl was right to say that, why did he just sound so weird?

He doesn't feel strange if it says 'I think he's pitiful' or 'I can't look at it'.

(End of chapter)