Not to mention that Zhong Weidong was angry, even Duanmu Changkong and a few people were angry.

This is clearly a frame-up, this bastard, but he is justified and eloquent.

The most angry is, of course, Zhong Weidong, who knows that he was framed, but has no evidence.

Even if there is evidence, after they were detained, they must have been cleaned up by Carmeson.

Now, he can't even wash it by jumping into the Yellow River.

As Luo Xiaohu said, there are only him and Thomas in the office.

Even if he wasn't the murderer, Thomas wouldn't speak for him.

The yellow mud fell into the crotch of his pants, it was not but was, and the murderer's guilt was condemned.

"Mr. Death, do you think so too? There are old Zhong's fingerprints on the knife, and he is the murderer? ”

Luo Xiaohu didn't look at the white skin, stared at Cameson's eyes: "This matter is very important, let's talk about it after thinking about it clearly." ”

"It's a fact, he's the murderer."

Cameson didn't think much about it, and at this time, he had to speak in unison with the white-skinned people, and he must not let go.

"Excellent! I like this answer very much. ”

Luo Xiaohu picked up a fruit knife and a Tang Xin apple, and handed it to Bai Skin: "Peel one for Mr. Dying." ”

"Boy, what are you going to do?"

The white skin and face changed slightly, and he didn't answer.

Intuition told him that Luo Xiaohu had already seen through the mystery, and if he wanted to perform live, this matter must not see the light.

"Don't tell me, a dignified SSS-level peak powerhouse, who can't peel apples, and doesn't want to serve Mr. Dying?"

Luo Xiaohu's face sank, staring at his white-skinned eyes: "Unless it is, you have a ghost in your heart, and you don't dare to cut it." ”

"I'll cut it!"

White skin took the fruit knife and the apple, and in the blink of an eye, the skin was peeled, very smooth, without a single notch.

"Enjoy, Mr. Death."

Luo Xiaohu took the fruit knife and the apple, and gave the apple to Cameson.

Cameson muttered a little, but took the apple anyway.

"Look clearly, don't blink."

Luo Xiaohu shook his wrist and threw a fruit knife: "Flying knife performance, 100 shots." ”

Flutter!

The fruit knife stabbed into Cameson's thigh, blood splattering.

Some splashed on the apples, dotted with stars, poignant and dazzling.

"Boy, you are so bold that you dare to assassinate the ambassador in public."

The white skin exploded at once: "Come on, arrest this kid." ”

"Stop, whoever dares to move, I will kill whoever is special."

Duanmu Changkong seemed to understand, took out the laser cannon, and aimed it at the white skin: "White devil, be honest." ”

"I believe that as long as you are not blind, you can see clearly."

Luo Xiaohu said the purpose of the game: "If you can check your fingerprints, you can see if there are my fingerprints on the knife?" ”

"I understand that."

Zhong Weidong also understood, he couldn't be excited, and he was an old criminal investigator, and he was very skilled in this area.

Fuka Mason sat down, did not take the knife, did not help him stop the bleeding, and carefully examined the fingerprints on the knife.

Then compared the fingerprints of Luo Xiaohu and the white-skinned ones, and determined that there were no Luo Xiaohu's fingerprints, only the white-skinned ones.

After saying the result, he sneered and looked at Bai Skin: "On the handle of the knife, there are only your fingerprints, you are the murderer of the assassination of the deputy envoy." ”

"Dying sir, do you stick to your previous views? If you still don't understand, I can perform a few more times. ”

Luo Xiaohu patted Cameson's pale face: "Everyone here can perform once, how about it?" ”

"Boy, although your method can rule out suspicion, it was only the two of them at the time, and he was the only suspect."

Cameson's cheeks twisted, and he glared at Luo Xiaohu coldly: "Unless you find out a third party, or the real murderer." ”

"Don't worry, even if you want to let the murderer go, I won't let him go."

Luo Xiaohu pulled out the fruit knife and pricked a needle: "If you target Lao Zhong again, I will always perform the flying knife trick." ”

"Who the hell is this kid?"

I didn't feel any pain, I looked down, the bleeding stopped, and Cameson was stunned, looking at Luo Xiaohu blankly.

Don't talk about him, even the white-skinned people are dumbfounded.

In their cognition, Chinese medicine is a gimmick, especially in the era of the decline of Chinese medicine, which has long been like chicken ribs.

But the scene in front of them refreshed their cognition.

They were even more curious about Luo Xiaohu's origin.

"Thank you, Master."

Zhong Weidong breathed a sigh of relief, although he still hasn't gotten rid of suspicion, at the very least, Cameson won't be staring at him.

Although he didn't express his position positively, he was relieved, as long as Luo Xiaohu found the murderer or a third party, the matter would turn around.

What's more, Luo Xiaohu performed a unique skill of acupuncture, which shocked these foreign hairs.

Treating Thomas with his medical skills is probably the best, if not the only, option at the moment.

"Thank me now, it's too early to say, if you can't find the murderer or a third party, you're still the only suspect!"

Luo Xiaohu stared at Cameson's eyes: "Mr. Death, make a statement, do you want him to go in, or play with flying knives?" ”

"Boy, you are too arrogant, you will definitely pay the price."

Cameson has lost his temper and doesn't dare to play anymore, if he continues to play, I'm afraid he will be played to death, which will be too wronged.

This super VIP room is similar to a three-bedroom commercial house.

The room where everyone is located, like a living room, is quite large, estimated to be about forty square meters.

Thomas's room is very similar to the master bedroom, about 20 square meters, and the decoration and furnishings are very luxurious.

"Wait a minute."

Ye Kaiwen rushed over and stood in front of Luo Xiaohu: "Boy, do you know who lives inside?" ”

"Don't tell me, that's your ancestor, and in your generation, it's finally finished, like a person."

A trace of murderous aura flashed in Luo Xiaohu's eyes: "In front of Yang Maozi, are you weak even your legs?" Coercion! ”

"Boy, what are you? Dare to be crooked here. ”

Ye Kaiwen's old face was distorted, and he immediately said Thomas's identity: "Something happened to him, and all of us ......"

Syllable!

Huo Dongyang finally gave it a beat, and shook his hand in the face: "What are you?" Dare to humiliate the master. ”

"Huo Dongyang, you dare to hit me?"

Ye Kaiwen stroked his hot face: "This kid hasn't grown any hair, what kind of bullshit master is he?" ”

"If you say another crooked word, I will call you, and you will have to get out."

Huo Dongyang's eyes were cold: "Among you, some of you have white hair, who has the ability to wake up Thomas?" ”

Many people were not convinced, and wanted to say a few crooked words.

Hearing this, many people lowered their heads, swallowed the words back to their mouths, and no one squeaked anymore.

Thinking back to the previous scene, one by one, they really looked like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and even the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

But now, the situation has reversed, and the foreign hairs seem to have become lambs to the slaughter, and they no longer dare to be crooked.

No matter what the result was, they were temporarily relieved, and Yangmaozi didn't dare to let them kneel.

From this point of view, Luo Xiaohu helped them, not to say gratitude, at least not to humiliate him in public and embarrass him.

But Ye Kaiwen, that scumbag, not only questioned him in order to slap the sycophants of foreigners, but also humiliated him in public.

"You like to be a dog, kneel for your master, then kneel."

Luo Xiaohu gestured to Bajian: "Let this old thing kneel, and you will never be allowed to get up without my permission." ”

"Old thing, are you tired of being crooked?"

Bajian took Ye Kaiwen out like a chicken and pressed him to the ground: "Kneel here, reflect on it." ”