"Why should I be afraid?"

Tan Ning was puzzled.

Fu Jingci's expression was cold, "Aren't women all soft-hearted and can't see blood? ”

Tan Ning's eyelids jumped.

I suddenly remembered the pink master bedroom on the top floor of InterContinental.

And the hostess in the mouth of the servant.

"How is the third brother woman?"

When she mentioned it casually, Fu Jingci did not answer, but raised his hand and asked his subordinates to fish up the pervert.

The perverted man was hung like this for a few days, and only when he was eating and drinking, he would put it down for a short time.

He was covered in a foul smell, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Unbind him and he started giggling, "Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

The laughter stopped abruptly when he turned his head and saw Tan Ning standing next to Fu Jingci.

Fu Jingci glanced back, and the person behind him brought over a chair.

He sat down, his long legs folded, and looked at Tan Ning with a playful smile, "I heard that you use your knife well, do you want to play with it?" ”

His hand handed over a silver dagger.

Tanning's eyes sank.

Good use of knives?

Where did you hear about it?

Was it when she was in that river in the afternoon?

A carving knife is not the same as a real dagger.

She wore a carving knife because it was important to her and had a self-defense effect.

The instinct to protect oneself when forced out at a critical moment is not the same as deliberately hurting people with a knife.

But.

Tan Ning reached out and picked up the dagger, and shook it, a little heavy.

She asked Fu Jingci, "How to play?" ”

Fu Jingci's eyes narrowed slightly, "Don't you want revenge?" ”

His eyes turned to the perverted man, who was fierce and vicious.

The dim light of the incandescent lamp poured down from the top of his head, and every movement he made was particularly eye-catching.

When the perverted man heard this, he was so frightened that he was breathing, and he knelt down and kowtowed, chanting a word, "Bodhisattva, please be merciful to the Bodhisattva, I'm just playful, don't arrest me and ......go back."

He speaks in a garbled manner, and the bull's head is not in the horse's mouth.

Tanning approached him, the shiny blade picking open the hair that covered his face.

A fishy smell rushed to my head.

The man's eyes were frightened, and he wanted to struggle and was held down by two people.

If he had known that there was such a crazy critic behind this woman, he would not have taken Xu Pingjie's order if he was killed.

Tan Ning endured the discomfort in his stomach and slowly got up, "If I really kill him, can the third brother keep me safe?" ”

Fu Jingci smiled, meaning unclear.

Tan Ning threw the knife in his hand, "The third brother will not go out of his way to save me today, and he will not challenge the authority of a person's life in the future." ”

Fu Jingci held the hand of the Buddha beads, unconsciously exerting force.

The two looked at each other, each with their own edge.

Eventually, Tanning spoke, "You don't have to use a knife to kill. ”

When she said this, her face was too calm, cold, fragile and haggard, revealing a bit of cruelty in this dilapidated environment.

With pale lips, he said softly, "The third brother lied to me last time that he was at the police station, I'm afraid you've been investigating him since then, right?" ”

Fu Jingci's subordinates handed over the information.

Tan Ning walked up to Fu Jingci and asked if his people had any chairs.

Fu Jingci's subordinates were stunned.

But Brother Jing didn't say no, that is, you can sit.

New chairs were set aside.

Tan Ning also had to pull it over, next to Fu Jingci, very casually and naturally, not afraid of him at all.

According to the information, this person had allowed his father to commit suicide and cheat on insurance, and he was found out, and then he went crazy. His mother felt sorry for him and sent him to the best psychiatric hospital, where she visited him regularly every month.

But he often ran out, and those who knew him knew he was pretending to be crazy.

In order to treat his illness, his mother picked up plastic bottles outside, slept in a bridge hole, and ate steamed buns every day, and lived quite miserably.

Tan Ning approached Fu Jingci, his eyes curled, "Third brother, do you want to try another way?" It makes him worse than killing him. ”