Chapter 6 Gifts

"Whew~ Give me back my glasses!"

In the driving Maybach, a woman named Suman slumped in a spacious back seat, stretched out her right hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead that was not there.

The woman named Xiao Xue handed the thick half-rimmed glasses to her hand, and at this time, "Xiao Xue" was not as weak as a "broken beauty" when she was in the police station, but had a gloomy and playful look overflowing from those pale red eyes.

"I thought that Inspector Li Xiaonan would directly ask someone to arrest us back." At this time, Su Man put on the half-rimmed glasses, with her brown and yellow slightly curly long hair, and her temperament became no longer as domineering as "Lawyer Xiao Xue", but like a well-behaved little sister next door.

"No, he knows he has no proof."

The man sitting in the co-pilot took off his baseball cap, revealing the face of the squinting man that Li Xiao was missing, and his short black hair was a little messy with the baseball cap, and Saraville's eyes were slightly open at this time.

"Why do you want to go out of your way to the police station?" Suman asked.

"She wants to meet our opponents." Saraville's voice was inaudible: "But it looks like a failure." โ€

"But it doesn't have a big impact, they won't miss it."

At this time, "Xiao Xue" spit out a beautiful smoke ring and hit the back of the main driver's seat, and the man driving seemed to feel something, his body trembled, and even the fisherman's hat on his head seemed to be crooked a little.

"I hope Inspector Li likes the gift I gave him."

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At this time, Li Xiaonan, who was paralyzed on the steps at the entrance of the police station, was recalling everything that had happened in just one day with his eyes blank, and he didn't even notice that the cigarette he was holding in his fingertips had burned out.

"Boss! He's hired! โ€

Xiao Yang's shouts pulled Li Xiaonan back to the human world, and after a heavy sigh, he struggled to his feet and walked towards the police station with doubts.

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In the interrogation room, Li Xiaonan and Zhao Yinglu sat side by side, two pairs of frowning eyes staring at the "Coke" that had been locked in the seat at this time.

"Hahahaha... Cough... Hahaha..."

Some overly unbridled laughter was coming out of the mouth of "Coke", mixed with a dry cough like exerting too much force.

"So you killed someone?" Li Xiaonan waited for him to finish laughing, and then asked.

"It's me! It's me! The man's voice was like a dried fish, and his confession was a little too impatient.

"I killed it..."The man made a long sound, with banter and malice in his eyes, and after sweeping Li Xiaonan and Zhao Yinglu, he said softly: "Xiao Xue." โ€

When those two words reached Li Xiaonan's ears, it was as if time had been stretched, and the ins and outs of the entire case were like broken puzzles in his mind.

And the last two words that came out of the mouth of the man in front of him with the pseudonym "Coke" were the last pieces of the puzzle.

โ€œ...โ€

A police station in the middle of the night.

The detectives who should have left work a long time ago were nervously carrying out their work at this time, and even the forensic doctor Xiao Xia was sitting in front of the computer, looking up some information.

Li Xiaonan was pacing restlessly in the office at this time, raising his head with blank eyes for a while, and then shaking his head and lowering his head.

"So 'Xiao Xue' is the murderer?" Zhao Yinglu held a bowl of soaked bucket noodles, and her expression was also very lonely: "I mean... The woman who claimed to be 'Xiao Xue'. โ€

didn't get an answer, Li Xiaonan just pushed a resume that should have been noticed and printed out a long time ago to Zhao Yinglu.

"Name: Xiao Xue. Served in Sยท Editor-in-Chief of H Newspaper..."

And the woman who was pasted on the one-inch photo in the upper right corner was not the same face as the "Xiao Xue" they knew before this.

"Ananda." Lao Zhonghuo, who went to the scene of the crime again, hurriedly pushed the door in, and he took out a stack of rental records of the "Writer's House" apartment building, on which the signature of "Xiao Xue" appeared, and the handwriting was completely different from the signature of the woman who called herself "Xiao Xue" in his hand.

With the help of evidence, Li Xiaonan understood that an hour ago, the woman who called herself "Xiao Xue", oh no, she should be called "Shouyang" now, looked back after taking off her glasses, and the reason for the disappointment in her eyes.

22:30 in the evening, Polish City Police Station.

Li Xiao looked at the people who were sent out to search, but returned unsuccessfully: "Let's get here first, that car... The logistics situation with 'chewing gum' will be investigated together tomorrow, and I will take Xiao Yang to check the interpersonal relationship of this 'coke' again. โ€

"Don't be discouraged, it's not the mistakes or the darkness that are terrible, but the loss of fighting spirit."

"Yes, sir." The crowd responded.

Zhao Yinglu actually rarely calls Li Xiaonan "head", including Lao Zhong and Xiao Xia, who have admired Li Xiaonan since he became the police inspector, will call him "Ananda" more affectionately.

"It's not bad to scream once in a while." Zhao Yinglu thought to herself: "He seems to prefer to be called that." โ€

"What do you do with that 'Coke'?" At this time, someone raised his hand and asked.

"Shut it up, like the top bag as he wishes, and close it until he knows it's wrong." Li Xiao said without looking back.

After a pause, Li Xiaonan added: "Tell him to charge for lunch boxes from tomorrow." โ€

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At this time, on the side of a quiet road, a pure black Maybach was parked, and "Shouyang" and Su Man were in the back seat at the same time holding their faces with one hand, listening to the chatter of the man who was originally driving with black lines on their heads.

"What do you mean by saying that man lives? I have no value, and I can't create value for the world, so I might as well leave this world..."

"He's been watching Shakespeare lately?" Saraville asked, squinting.

"Anyway, before I came to help Zongji play the lawyer, he watched "SpongeBob SquarePants and His Friends"..."Su Man's voice was full of helplessness.

"You can't play for a night, I say!" Sohime's high heels "dua."

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G" kicked on the back of the driver's seat, but apparently to no avail, and even the man sitting in the driver's seat sobbed.

Seeing that the action was fruitless, Zong Ji aimed her pale red eyes at Saraville, who was lighting a cigarette in the passenger seat: "It was the broken car you asked to buy for voiceprint recognition!" Then you let him go down and play by himself, and you go to drive! โ€

"How can a boss drive himself?" Saraville smoked a cigarette and opened the window, with Hamlet killed by a poisoned sword in her left ear, and the lonely cold wind in the quiet night of January in her right ear.

A few minutes later, the cigarette butt was popped out of the car window by Saraville, just as the left side said, "Why don't you let me leave this world too?" โ€

Just as Zong Ji wanted to say something more, Sara Ville's emotionless voice sounded again, squinting at the man who was tearing his heart.

"Then pick a song you like, White Candle Aoi."

The sound carried the cold wind blowing in through the car window, and the three people except Saravel shivered at the same time.

White Candle Aoi secretly watched Saraville's movements, only to see him rummage through the glove box for a while, and took out an object that did not belong to this era - an MP3 with wired headphones plugged in.

"It can be connected to Bluetooth." Saravel said, shoving it into Candle Kui's hand.

Just as White Candle Aoi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to return to her state and start crying, Saravel took out a pitch-black pistol from the arms of the dark blue suit, and withdrew the magazine with a blank face, he checked the bullet, re-stuffed the magazine, and opened the safety of the pistol.

"Once you've chosen, put on your headphones and turn around." Saravel pointed the pistol in the eye and said, "You don't know when I'll pull the trigger, you'll just die in your favorite music." โ€

"I can help you if the choice is difficult, after all, it's the last song."

Saravel's slightly open eyes and emotionless words made the two girls in the back row puzzled for a while, and their expressions became completely different as Saraville's pistol was loaded.

Suman put his hand in front of his face in shock, and secretly observed Saraville who suddenly drew a gun through his fingers.

And Zong Ji's eyes were full of anticipation, and the corners of her mouth were unconsciously curled, revealing a good-looking smile.

"You... You... Put it away, put it away! Top dog! โ€

After about 1.75 seconds, the white candle Aoi, who found that she really seemed to be leaving this world, trembled, and said, "Activate!" โ€

The Maybach's lights came on, and the engine roared under its breath.

"I don't look at Shakespeare, boss, Shakespeare is not good-looking!" White Candle Aoi pressed the electronic handbrake next to the steering wheel without squinting, and the bucket hat on his head trembled slightly.

"Tsk... I thought you really asked me to help. โ€

As she spoke, Saravel slowly withdrew the hand holding the gun, and at the moment when she put it in her arms, as if with some regret, he quickly aimed the muzzle of the gun again at the white candle sunflower who had become honest, and without the slightest hesitation, pulled the trigger, and a brown rose shot out of the muzzle of the gun and slammed it on the temple of the white candle sunflower.

"Huh... Wow. โ€

Saraville's dry laughter was interrupted by a sudden messy steering wheel, and Maybach came to a steady stop after two spins in place.

Zong Ji held on to the hit head and opened her eyes, and in her arms was Su Man, who was holding glasses with both hands, and there were a little tears in the corners of her eyes.

She looked at the two people in the front and co-pilot, gritted her back molars and said, "Don't scare him!" Sha! Pull! Dimension! You! โ€