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Chapter 901 Not Simple Little Girl

The nine sisters also said to me: "The villain has become a monster again?"

"Park Junquan ran away? And there was a mummy case in the city center!"

"I'll go with you. I have a hunch that these things have something to do with Mrs. Yu," Bai Zhicheng said.

"Well, okay."

"Let's go too." said the nine sisters.

I was shocked and said, "If so many people go, it will affect the police's handling of the case. You will be the focus of attention wherever you go. If you all go, it will cause riots."

Linlin sighed and said, "Hey, it's our fault that we are too beautiful."

Liu Xiyan is a special police officer, and Shen Xiaocen is a special soldier. Just you two and me, while the others investigate secretly.

good!

Bai Zhicheng and Mao Shisan went with the three of us.

When we arrived at the crime scene, we found that it was a gambler's home.

It can be described in four words that the family is surrounded by walls!

In a house of more than 70 square meters, there is nothing except two beds and a dining table.

The deceased was lying on the ground, his limbs were withered, and his face was like a skeleton.

The whole person looks like air-dried beef jerky.

In the back room were sitting a woman in her forties and a little girl of sixteen or seventeen.

The girl is extremely thin and usually suffers from malnutrition.

They were dressed very simply, and it was rare these days to even wear patched clothes.

You can imagine how terrible this gambling addiction is.

Zheng Yahui came to Liu Xiyan and Shen Xiaocen behind me.

They have met each other many times and are no strangers to each other.

However, beautiful women are always natural enemies among themselves.

Although they knew each other, they never spoke.

Carry that arrogance to the end.

Liu Xiyan and Shen Xiaocen observed around the room.

Several policemen only looked at the two beauties, and their eyes widened.

Zheng Yahui said unhappily: "Are you guys losing your eyes? Do you still look like a policeman?"

Then, he walked up to Liu Xiyan and said coldly: "You two, it's enough to have a second skin here. You can go out and don't destroy the scene."

Liu Xiyan snorted coldly and said, "Then what did you find out? You should ask Zhang Erpi for help."

"We are looking for Zhang Erpi, not you, and you are not a policeman, so your identity cannot appear in this room, do you understand?" Zheng Yahui replied.

Several police officers immediately lowered their heads and thought to themselves, Deputy Director Zheng, you all dare to mess with him, Deputy Director Zheng will win in this round.

Unexpectedly, Liu Xiyan took out a special police card from her pocket.

Said: "Is this okay?"

Zheng Yahui was dumbfounded at the time. She didn't expect the girl in front of her with a perfect figure and appearance.

He is actually a senior female special police officer, which is several levels higher than her.

Several policemen immediately said to the side: "It's so unreasonable. You can obviously rely on your face to make a living, but you have to rely on your strength. It's so cool!"

Zheng Yahui was speechless.

In the war between girls, I'd better stay away, otherwise I'll get burned.

I held the deceased's hand and recalled his memory before death.

Strange, why did he die like this?

It turned out that the deceased was very drunk and started beating his wife and daughter when he came back.

He also asked his wife to dress better and let her pick up the guests.

As for his daughter, she had already sold it to his banker.

His wife and daughter didn't agree, so he took a kitchen knife.

He forced his wife and daughter and threatened to kill them if they didn't agree.

I was so angry that the veins on my hands stood up.

How can there be such a beastly father in the world, who betrays his wife and daughters and then kills them?

He really deserves to die.

During the struggle between the deceased and his wife, his daughter was accidentally injured and her father was stabbed to death with a kitchen knife.

It turns out that this gambler died at the hands of his own daughter.

After the gambler died, his wife and daughter were frightened.

I just sat on the ground and cried and cried.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and a cloud of black air lingered.

As soon as it was scraped over the corpse, the deceased turned into a mummy.

Zheng Yahui asked: "Erpi, what happened? Who is the murderer?"

I didn't say anything because the deceased really deserved his death.

His daughter and wife were just acting in self-defense.

I shook my head, walked into the inner room, and said to the deceased’s wife: “Do you know who the murderer is?”

The middle-aged woman was very nervous and clenched her hands tightly.

She was sweating all over her forehead, and she said softly: "Um, I..."

Before the woman could speak, the little girl next to her said, "My father took a kitchen knife to chop my mother and me. While we were struggling, a gust of wind blew in, and my mother and I were knocked down. Then, my father

He fell to the ground and became like that."

When the girl spoke, her face did not turn red and her heart did not beat. It was as if she was describing something that happened in someone else's family.

"Your father died, why are you not sad at all?" I asked.

"Because he deserves to die. If he doesn't die, then my mother and I will die. He forces my mother to pick up guests and beats my mother every day. It is unnecessary for such a person to live. God has the eyes to accept him."

Damn it, are these words coming from the mouth of a sixteen or seventeen year old girl?

Calm, composed, ruthless!

"Did you kill him?" I asked.

The girl's mother trembled and her face turned pale with fear.

But the girl said calmly: "If you have evidence to prove that I killed my father, I will admit it!"

Ouch, this little girl is amazing.

She was so cunning, the evil spirit sucked all the yang energy and blood from the deceased.

The fingerprints and evidence were all destroyed, so there is no evidence to prove that she killed him.

However, this girl is not simple.

I asked curiously: "If you killed your father, it was self-defense. Why don't you explain it."

"There's nothing to explain, I don't need sympathy!"

What this little girl said is not like what a sixteen-year-old girl could say.

Her psychological quality is very good.

This may be related to her life experience.

With such a drunkard and gambler as her father, her childhood must have been miserable.

Forget it, I don’t care about one child.

After all, this father deserves to die.
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