"Lin Dajiao, gather together to see if the belly face of the deceased is Qian Suxing?" I am uneasy because she has seen Qian Suxing Zun.

Lin Muxia took out his mobile phone and hid his hand, then quickly moved over and took a photo at the dead. Without waiting for the police to drive him away, he took the initiative to return to me. Lao Jiang stared at the screen of the mobile phone and waited for her to answer the murder. Although it is not important for us to know who the dead really are.
She took a deep breath and sighed, "It’s true that Qian Suxing looks good, and the body shape is very similar to each other."
The three of me immediately returned to the hotel and told Pei Xizhen about it. After listening to it, he pulled out more than ten roots with a solemn expression. "Qian Suxing died, and 12 people robbed the gods. Only the man surnamed Li has no clue about this person. It seems that Liu Yu wants to make a human skin puzzle."
"It’s going to rain and Niang wants to get married, and it can’t be stopped." Lao Jiang Han Han airway.
Pei Xizhen picked up the phone and he simply confessed, "I’ll go out and make a message. You need to pack your things first. It’s not necessary for the provincial capital to stay for a while and return to the south."
Three, five, divided by two, packed my things, and Pei Xizhen was still chatting in the corridor. I turned my attention to the two handbags he brought back in the morning. Through the spacious pocket, I saw that there were brand-new sweaters and unpacked razors inside. He didn’t come home last night, as Lin Muxia guessed, and he went to Jingsisha for a private meeting. The other party also warmly sent a suit to send razors. Both of them were single. Is this the rhythm of picking up flowers in the evening?
After about half an hour, Pei Xizhen finally finished the conversation. The two of us returned to Tiannan for lunch and went to the old nest in the west of the city to enter the pre-hospital area. Pei Xizhen seemed to suddenly think of something. He took his thigh back like a touch. He looked at the direction of the lounge on the second floor and coughed lightly, revealing a touch of embarrassment. "Mu Xia has something to deal with. It’s not convenient to come to die in recent days." Then the old fox got into the car and flew away from die.
I smiled at the bottom of my heart. It seems that Lin Muxia is still in the dark. Lao Jiang and I know Zhongyuan looked at each other. Pei Xizhen must be afraid of meeting Xiao Yuan awkwardly.
When I came to the office, Ning Shu-ying’s legs were cocked up, playing with a mine-sweeping compound bow hanging on the wall and making a pot of Tieguanyin next to the mouse. He had a very happy and comfortable life. I put away my things and went downstairs to the lounge. I still didn’t wake up from my nap. I made a note on Xiao Yuan’s thigh. She hung her head and was absorbed in writing.
I didn’t disturb the door and went back to the office with Lin Muxia to sort out the two cases of "Twelve Robbers" and "Human Skin Puzzle". Although no one has all the documents, everyone can’t be prepared for knowing and sealing files before they have a tacit understanding. This is the first time that our die has encountered a case that has left everyone stranded.
"Ding Rinrin-"Shortness of words rang.
Recently, I saw the heart of a strange landline. I picked up the phone and the other party didn’t speak. The pots and pans in the microphone were "ding Mao" and the plates were "bang, bang, bang!" Fragmentation sounds like the scene is chaotic, as if someone is fighting. At this moment, a familiar male voice comes, "Come and save! ……”
Du, du, du … A short busy tone call came to an abrupt end! I doubt that when I call back again, I can get through to the other party’s home. Maybe it was smashed. Is it domestic violence? It’s impossible. The police can’t get to us. Lin Muxia wondered, "Who’s calling from Ling Yu to see you?"
"I don’t know." I buried my head and thought hard. Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, I couldn’t do anything if I couldn’t think of it.
Who the hell is he?
I feel that I heard this kind of tone not long ago. die’s words are equipped with automatic recording function. I rummaged out the call and played it to Lao Jiang and Lin Muxia. Lao Jiang pricked up his ears and didn’t respond for a long time. Lin Muxia suddenly blurted out, "Calendar!" She put the file away, leaned in and replayed the recording. She almost affirmed, "It’s 100% him. I’m surprised he’s in trouble."
Yes, that’s him!
"Through the horse twelve rob god, tattoo TuFu, liu bo had a hand! Maybe this cry for help is the bottleneck breakthrough! " I suddenly felt thirsty. I took Ning Shuying’s tea and looked up. I drank half a pot in my mouth. I smacked my lips. "Lin Dajiao quickly logged in to check the number one place!"
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Guys, when you read this chapter, you have already packed your things, slept on the train, and this chapter is released regularly. Uh-huh, take the train at four o’clock, walk until noon, and see you tomorrow ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chapter two hundred and forty-two Robbing God for redemption
The situation is full of despair. "Help" is like being in the middle of life and death. Lin Muxia hit the tip of her brain as if the keyboard was dancing. After about three minutes, Lin Muxia knocked on the last carriage return. When she raised her head, Liu Haifei raised her head. "sir found the west of the city, which is nearly a kilometer away from die."
She printed it out and gave it to the old fox.
"good!" Pei Xizhenli pulled off a beard and waved, "Xiaoyu, Lao Jiang Ninggong will act with me. Mu Xia, you are responsible for contacting the ambulance and will arrive later." The four men of us should rush out of the office and come to the hospital, and they can find the address by car.
The location of the incident is the intersection of Liyang Road at the end of West Street. Although this area belongs to the urban area, it is at the intersection of logistics centers. Relatively speaking, there are relatively few people traveling. There are transport trucks. It is fine in rainy days, but it is dusty in sunny days. Almost every house and window is covered with dust in dry winter.
It’s too urgent. Our driving speed has exceeded the limit. Soon we arrived at our destination. There are nine closed shutter doors on the first floor of a three-story residential building, and the address is the sixth from the left. Take a closer look at the bottom of the shutter door. There is a gap of about one finger. We can vaguely hear ping-pong smashing things. It’s been fifteen minutes since the call from Lima, and the fight continues!
Pei Xizhen in the car, he looked at us and said, "Xiaoyu, why don’t you touch Ning Gong and look at the Lao Jiang door? It’s too narrow and crowded to get me such a follow-up."
Ning Shuying’s figure moved quickly to the shutter door, but I was a few seconds slower than him. The most important thing was that his posture was too light and so fast that he didn’t make a sound like stepping on the sand. Ning Shuying’s ear was attached to the shutter door, and the expression changed with the sound inside. I was curious to hear it and felt that something was wrong. It seemed that I would repeat it every few tens of seconds when the pots and pans were smashed.
"Is it recording and broadcasting?" I frowned and thought uncertainly that there could always be endless kitchen utensils in Lima’s house.
Ning Shuying simply bowed up and put his hands on the bottom of the shutter door to push it! "Hua-"the door was suddenly lifted to the top of the room, but we were dumbfounded. To be exact, we were dumbfounded. We put a walkman on the table and the root cause was it! There are two people in the room, one with frightened eyes and curled up in the corner, and a horizontal iron bed keeps crawling. The former is like a horse that has been driven to distraction; The latter is a disabled person with missing arms and a pair of crutches lying on the ground next to him. This person’s belly is bleeding outwards. His life is a little bit harvested by death. Obviously, his life is not long!
At this time, Lao Jiang saw that we had been in for a long time and rushed in. He asked, "What’s the situation?"
Scattered on the ground are several pieces of porcelain bowls and saucers, and aluminum pot and shovel, which have changed their shapes, are torn apart, and the magnetic furnace has even brought the messy house to * *
I first came to the iron bed with the walkman closed through my clothes, and then I stared at the dead man, who was bleeding from his belly and tattooed a 3d face with the same appearance! In the middle, a piece of skin is missing, revealing blood mixed in the stomach and stomach, and the stomach is still moving with a sense of rhythm. The disabled arms and legs seem to be the father of Lima! Their looks are similar. My father looked at me with his eyes without fear, but with a feeling called "liberation". Suddenly, his eyes sprang up with vitality, and his arm moved a lot more than before. I secretly lost my heart. "This is a reflection. I’m afraid it will hang in a few minutes."
Father Li opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he failed. His wrist bent hard, and his fingertips touched the bleeding place on his belly, which instantly dyed the whole index finger like scallion dipped in soy sauce. Father Li’s hands fell down and his fingers were stained with blood, and the sheets moved slowly. I looked down and saw that the handwriting was crooked. It was not difficult to see that he wrote the word "atonement"!
The last stroke of the word "sin" ended, and Li Fu’s life came to an end. He kicked his legs and fell to the iron bed and died.
Why would Liu Yu, the tattooed butcher, take the means of robbing the twelve gods through his father? I am puzzled. It’s not just that I’m confused about Lao Jiang and Ning Shuying! Hit me in the corner and ride like a lamb in tourist trap. I’m not hurt. A 3-year-old man looks like he’s witnessed the most horrible scene in the world.
"whoa ~ whoa ~"
Outside the door, an ambulance screamed and I shook my head. Lin Muxia’s ambulance shouted in vain. I was shocked. I went out and waved in the direction of Pei Xizhen and shouted, "Boss, come in quickly. It’s weird!"
Pei Xizhen came to the crime scene with a grain of salt. When he saw his father who had been tattooed and cut off, he couldn’t believe that he stretched his neck and stared for a long time. This just slowed down the Shinto "I get it."
"Brother Pei, at this point, don’t sell the official!" Lao Jiang Han Hu Hu Dao
Finally, I came to Lin Muxia and saw the scene in front of her. She suddenly realized, "I understand, too."